He asked breathlessly, not even slowing his hips, and she couldn’t help but find his desperation a little endearing.

“Inside… ughh—press deep, like that. Ahh, yes—like that… mmh!”

“Like this?”

“Mmh—yes…!”

He pushed firmly into the very depths of her, and her insides pulsed around him, sending waves of familiar pleasure coursing through her body. Her walls clenched tight, and slick arousal overflowed between them.

As if regaining some control, Zephion’s movements grew less frantic. The rough, awkward thr*sts smoothed out, becoming more practiced, as though he were learning exactly how to drive her wild. And though he was wrecking her insides mercilessly, all of it felt unbearably good.

Reina’s legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Hhhngh—ah!”

Her vision swam.

Was she being undone by this boy, barely learning how to make love? She had never felt herself so feverishly aroused.

Zephion cupped her br*ast, his fingers rubbing over the swollen, taut peak. Pleasure seeped into her from above and below, until her whole body felt as if it were melting.

Her mind turned to haze, soft and liquid.

‘Have I ever been this excited before?’

Reina looked quietly at his face. His whole body was slick with sweat. Even the sticky press of their skin didn’t feel unpleasant.

“Ah… Zephion…”

She whispered his name through ragged breaths. Guiding his hand from her br*ast, she lowered it down. The heat of his broad palm against her damp skin made her shiver.

“Haah… nghh… here… touch me here.”

Entwining her fingers with his, she traced along her parted entrance. She felt his thick p*nis sliding in and out as their fingers pressed against her slick folds.

When she guided him a little higher, his fingers brushed a small, swollen bud.

The instant his touch grazed her sensitive cl*toris, her belly clenched tight. Following her lead, Zephion rubbed gently, carefully, over the hardened nub.

“Ahh—!”

A sharp jolt of pleasure pierced through her entire body. Her inner walls clamped down hard, squeezing around him as if to wring him dry.

Zephion groaned low, overwhelmed by the sudden tightness.

Realizing how much her body reacted to even the faintest touch, he pressed harder, then circled his fingers over the delicate flesh, rubbing with trembling intensity.

From her dripping core, wetness spilled freely. It soaked her thighs, trailed over her hips, and darkened the sheets beneath them.

“Ahh… ah—mmh…!”

There was no room left for thought.

‘Is this how a child feels, discovering pleasure for the very first time?’

Her entire body quivered as the sensation spread to the tips of her fingers. Her mind had long since gone blank.

When had Zephion’s movements grown so skilled? His c*ck thr*st up into her with perfect precision, striking every place that made her body sing.

Reina writhed, gasping for breath.

“Haa—ahh… it feels good. It feels… so good.”

Zephion’s voice was just as hazy, overcome with pleasure.

“It feels good for me too.”

His thick p*nis plowed through her slick folds, pressing deep. The swollen head dragged along her inner ridges, leaving trails of heat as more of her arousal spilled out around him.

“Ahh… Zephion—Zephion…!”

Reina clutched at his shoulders, holding on desperately. The cl*max rushing at her was so fierce it frightened her.

She didn’t know what would happen if she let it sweep her away. But there was no stopping it now.

She squeezed her eyes shut and surrendered herself to the overwhelming flood crashing down on her body.

Blinding pleasure surged through her from head to toe in an instant. It felt as though only Zephion and she remained in the world—just the two of them.

Only the pleasure stood out in sharp clarity. As though she might be swept away to somewhere unknown, she clung to his back.

Her vision blurred white, her entire body trembling beyond her control. A wave of cl*max crashed over her, then another, and another—refusing to end, swallowing her whole again and again.

Unable to hold on any longer, she let out a sob-laced m*an.

“Hhhngh… ahh, ahhh—!”

“Reina—I’m… I’m going to—haa—”

She could hardly even comprehend his breathless whisper. Each time her walls clenched around the fullness inside her, she felt his p*nis pulse within.

His movements quickened, the bed groaning, dragging loudly against the floor with every desperate thr*st. Their ragged, burning breaths clung to sweat-damp skin.

“Uhh—ahh…!”

With a fierce hold around her waist, he drove in deep. She felt the warmth spill inside, filling her drenched walls with thick release.

In a haze, Reina wrapped her arms around his trembling shoulders.

The air in the room burned hot. Both of them, caught in the depths of pleasure, panted heavily as their gazes met.

Zephion pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, brushing away the strands of hair sticking to her cheek. She closed her eyes lightly, leaning into the warmth of his broad hand on her face. Inside her, he still throbbed, hard and full.

“Reina, I love you.”

Even those words came to her as pure pleasure. She couldn’t tell if the word love itself was what felt so good, or if it was because they were spoken by Zephion.

Her hand traced slowly over the sweat-slick expanse of his back. Even the simple kiss, nothing more than the brush of his tongue, felt unbearably sweet.

Even such ordinary lovemaking left her reeling—was it because of love?

“Mmh…”

She answered softly, her voice languid. Zephion nuzzled his nose into the curve of her neck again. As his hips moved, the seed he had poured deep inside began to leak out between them. The sticky air grew laced with the raw, salty scent of their joining.

“Ahh… Zephion…”

She moaned his name, and the thick length inside her rubbed hard against her tender walls again. Her nails raked sharply down his back once more.

***

From that day on, little had changed. Only that the morning and evening greetings, once no more than light embraces, had grown heavier—stickier.

The two of them sank into pleasure, so completely that neither could say who wanted it more. Even Reina herself was startled by just how much she wanted s*x.

When she had been with Kaelid, even if her body felt pleasure, it had always been something she hated. But with Zephion, it was simply… good.

She had grown more accustomed to the dizzying climaxes that felt as if they would steal her senses away, and his touch, his movements, grew ever more skilled.

Before they had shared a bed, the villagers’ gazes, seeing them as “husband and wife,” had felt a little burdensome. But afterward, it no longer bothered her.
In truth, they weren’t much different from a married couple. They lived in the same house, shared love, and made love.

‘Ah… come to think of it…’

Reina suddenly remembered something, her hand drifting to her stomach. Back in the House of Berend, she had always taken medicine to prevent pregnancy.

Kaelid had tried to get her pregnant every time, but she had hated the thought enough to wish for death rather than bear his child.

What good would come from giving birth to the child of a man she despised? She would only relive that hatred every time she looked at the child, a hatred strong enough to make her want to kill.

But that had been back at the estate. Since she had been “kidnapped” and left that place, Reina had not taken any precautions.

‘Perhaps it doesn’t matter anymore—I took it for so long.’

When she had first started the medicine, the apothecary had warned her: taken over a long period, it could leave her unable to bear children at all.

Back then, she hadn’t cared. All she had lived for was revenge. She had never once pictured a future with another man.

Now, she didn’t regret it exactly… but the thought brought a strange heaviness.

A child with Zephion. The mere idea made her smile faintly—only for the smile to fade into silence.

‘Even if I did become pregnant, it would only cause trouble.’

If Kaelid was the man she knew, he would never give up until he found her body, dead or alive. In that kind of situation, carrying a child would make escape impossible. Perhaps it was better that she might never be able to conceive.

Should she tell Zephion? He deserved to know. She didn’t think he would be disappointed, not now. And yet… in some corner of his heart, he might secretly hope for it. Better to spare him false expectations—to let him give up cleanly.

Reina brushed her hand slowly over her stomach, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. It wasn’t that she loved children, or had ever yearned to bear one. But knowing she might never have one from now on left a faint, lingering sorrow.

‘Someday, might I wish for Zephion’s child?’

Not being able to, and simply choosing not to—those were different things.