As her eyelashes trembled, Kaelid slowly ran his tongue across them before thrusting deep inside her once again.

“Ugh!”

Reina’s body quivered in response.

He knew exactly how and where to touch her to make her break — he knew every spot that would elicit the best reactions from her.

Her defences crumbled far too easily under his relentless familiarity.

The thick ridge beneath the head of his p*nis scraped against her swollen inner walls, which pulsed eagerly around it.

He pressed into depths unreachable by fingers, grinding, rubbing and twisting inside her.

“Haah… ugh… ah!”

All Reina could do was writhe helplessly beneath the overwhelming waves of forced pleasure crashing through her.

Her widely spread thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Each time her inner walls clenched tightly around Kaelid’s c*ck, she could feel it growing larger and larger inside her — the raised veins rubbing against her tender flesh, the swollen tip pressing firmly against her, and the wild throbbing as it savoured the tight squeeze.

“You’re gripping me tighter than usual today.”

At his words, her eyes fluttered open.

His fingers were still in her mouth, pressing and rubbing against her tongue.

“Do you want to give birth to the next Marquis that badly?”

She wanted to shake her head at the sound of his soft chuckle, but she couldn’t — not while he was stirring his fingers inside her mouth.

His hot breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The sensation clung to her skin, sticky and intimate. Although she told herself it was unpleasant, her body betrayed her by clenching tightly around the hard p*nis buried deep inside her.

“Haa… ahh…”

A sharp, tingling sensation blossomed where their slick bodies met. Kaelid moved his hips slowly, watching her face intently. Each time he withdrew, her walls tightened involuntarily in longing. Then, as if coaxed, she opened up again and again to welcome him back inside her, feeling his thick p*nis push deep inside with each thrust.

His slow, deliberate movements, as if he were savouring her heat and wetness, caused Reina’s body to tremble even more. Pleasure surged from the tips of her toes, leaving her breathless. Her fingers twitched, clutching at his clothes in desperation.

“Ahh… ugh…”

Each time he moved like this, as though he were indulging in her, it felt unbearable. But worse — far worse — was the undeniable wave of pleasure that seized her each time they made love like this. A fire had ignited in her belly, growing and sending heat crawling upwards, threatening to melt her from the inside out.

“To be held like this… on this bed.”

A low whisper, laced with a groan, brushed against her ear.

“Does it really feel that good? Is it because you want to have a child who’ll grow up to be the next Marquis?”

Kaelid let out a low chuckle as he slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. Her vision blurred completely, overtaken by the overwhelming sensation.

“Ha, huh… ah.”

Reina writhed in pleasure as the climax surged through her, from head to toe. Sweat trickled down her body, and the damp fabric clung to her skin, making the heat even more unbearable.

She shut her eyes tightly and trembled as she tilted her head back while the man thrust his p*nis deep inside her again.

She moaned involuntarily at the sensation of her swollen insides being torn apart.

“Ah, ah…!”

The lingering pleasure spread as her climax intensified. Her white legs wrapped around Kaelid’s waist and pulled her in. The man pulled her trembling tongue into his mouth and bit it.

“Ha…”

Even the creepy fear felt pleasurable. Reina gripped his clothes with all her might. Her stomach tightened involuntarily.

‘It’s hard to move.’

As she said this, Kaelid grabbed her knees and spread her legs apart again. Still basking in the afterglow of her org*sm, the man who had aroused her thrust his hips roughly.

The sound was completely different to before. Previously, it had just been a thumping sound, as if something was being thrust in and out roughly. Now, however, there was also a lewd squeaking noise.

Reina shut her eyes tightly and turned her head away from the sound of her wet hole being stirred roughly.

“Ah, yuck, yeah……!”

The harder she tried to resist, the more intense the pleasure became. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.

With each rise and fall of her body, the bed creaked and she screamed. Her insides, already heated up several times over, reacted violently to the man’s slightest movement.

“Stretch.”

Kaelid moaned and thrust his p*nis deep inside her. He grabbed her thighs and held her so tightly that she was completely unable to move her lower body.

At the same time, a dimple formed on Kaelid’s buttock. Reina squeezed her eyes shut, trembling as a warm, unsettling sensation spread through her stomach.

Although she had experienced it countless times before, having him ej*culate inside her was still unpleasant. Seemingly unable to consider her feelings, the man thrust shallowly, as if he was trying to push the s*men deeper inside her to impregnate her.

“You might really give birth to the next Marquis.”

As Kaelid spoke, he caressed Reina’s flat stomach, seemingly delighted at the prospect of conceiving a marquess there. It was as though he were casting a spell to create a child.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine; it was unnerving. As she flinched and shifted uncomfortably, the thick fluid he had forced into her began to leak slowly out between her legs.

“You have to hold it in.”

Kaelid pushed the white substance leaking from her back inwards. Reina looked at him as he stirred her messy v*gina with his hand.

Kaelid laughed as if it were fun and whispered excitedly.

“If that’s not enough, cum again.”

“It’s enough.”

“It’s dripping like this.”

He tapped his er*ect p*nis against her thigh. Then there was a knock on the door.

“Kaelid, you should clean up now.”

Kaelid clicked her tongue at the sound of voices seeping through the gap under the door. Sighing in annoyance, he rubbed his damp fingers against her lips.

She knew what that meant and obediently stuck out her tongue to lick the mixture of s*men and vaginal fluid from his hand. It tasted fishy.

After cleaning up all the slippery residue, the man finally picked up his clothes. Brushing his messy hair away, he looked down at her, still lying in a heap on the bed.

“I’ll give you whatever loot you want.”

“…”.

“Choose whatever you like.”

After speaking, Kaelid looked around the room. It felt far too bare to be the bedroom of a marquess and his wife.

Although the bed was large and elegant, there were no other ornate furnishings or lavish drapes to suggest wealth or status.

“Judging by this, it seems the Marchioness’s jewels are long gone.”

He remarked with a dry laugh, as if granting a great favour. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out.

Reina was left behind in the fading warmth of their intimacy, lying still and staring blankly into the silence.

‘A war trophy.’

What a dreadful word! But wasn’t she a war trophy herself, in a sense? And now he was asking her to choose one of her own? The absurdity of it all made her laugh hollowly.

Only once the warmth had fully left her body did she finally get up. She cleaned herself quickly and roughly. As she put her clothes back on, she tried to smooth out the wrinkles, but it was no use. Dressed like this, she might as well have announced to the world that she had slept with her brother, Kaelid.

Not that it was a secret. Everyone already knew. They just never said it aloud.

Reina stared at the bed, still stained with evidence of what had happened.

‘I am Reina Helfried.’

She repeated the words to herself again — the words she had always clung to whenever she felt like she was falling apart.

Reina Helfried. Though she now bore the name of House Berend through adoption, she had been born to Count and Countess Helfried.

Once, they had been a picture of a perfect family—peaceful, loving, whole. Until House Berend shattered everything. They killed her father and claimed both her and her mother as spoils of war.

Hadn’t they reduced her life to this in the end?

‘I swear, I’ll kill them.’