“Ngh.”

As soon as they were alone in the enclosed space, Aslan clung to Evien as though he had been waiting for that very moment.

They were in a dimly lit secret passageway that had never before been trodden by human feet. Trapped roughly against the wall of the spiral staircase, the candlestick in her hand flickered precariously.

“Your Highness, can’t we go up to the bedroom and do this? Someone might… come by here…”

Evien pleaded with him in a frightened voice, but it did nothing to stop Aslan, who had lost all sense of reason. In fact, the sound of her slender voice echoing in the narrow stairwell only served to further stimulate his beastly instincts.

He grabbed Evien by the jaw and kissed her forcefully. Hot breath poured helplessly through the gap forced open by her panic.

“Mmph, ah…!”

A firm hand parted the skirts of her dress, lifting one of Evien’s thighs high into the air. He then rubbed his *rect p*nis fiercely between her legs. Evien shuddered and gripped his shoulders desperately as the heavy, scorching mass was pressed against her inner thigh.

When Aslan pulled down her neckline, one of her br*asts popped out. He immediately swallowed her *rect n*pple. He squeezed the soft flesh of her br*ast as though wringing out milk, sucking at it while making beast-like noises. Evien let out a m*an that sounded almost like a scream at the sharp pain of his teeth on her n*pple — she felt as though it might be torn off.

“Your Highness, please…! Ah!”

In an instinctive attempt to escape, she twisted her body, but it was useless. He refused to allow any resistance, sucking her br*ast harder and shoving his hand under her skirt.

Sweeping up her smooth thigh, he tore off her underwear and threw them to the floor, then thr*st his fingers straight into her. Evien’s body jerked violently as though she had been electrocuted.

Aslan’s eyes gleamed savagely in the dim light. They were eyes completely consumed by a wild, ravenous hunger.

‘Ngh, how on earth did things escalate to this point?’

Evien, one of the Emperor’s bed slaves, was given to Aslan, the northern Grand Duke and the continent’s greatest knight. Aslan had slain a dragon, resulting in a curse being placed upon him.

The Emperor ordered them to marry and produce an heir.

At first glance, it appeared to be a reward for a distinguished subject, but in reality, it was a petty attempt to curb his power. By appointing a former slave as grand duchess, the emperor intended to tarnish Aslan’s reputation and undermine his claim to the throne.

However, Aslan made her an unexpected offer.

A secret marriage of convenience, with the promise of freedom after three years.

Evien was overjoyed. It was her only chance to legally escape slavery.

As though fate were playing a trick on her, Aslan turned out to be “that man” from her past — the one who had stayed in her little cottage and cared for her when she was young. To her, he was far more than a distant memory.

He had been her teacher, tracing letters in the dirt with a twig. He had been her steadfast protector, carrying her on his shoulders like a loving father.

From gently brushing her hair in her mother’s stead, to offering her a warm embrace whenever she fell asleep, exhausted from playing, he had been her first glimmer of hope — showing her that someone else could love her, too.

This is why Evien was so hurt by Aslan’s refusal when she found out that the only way to break his curse was through *ntercourse with her, Aslan’s rejection cut Evien deeply.

‘Even after our marriage, you continued to treat me like a nine-year-old child. To you, Your Highness, I will never be a woman.’

Nevertheless, Evien could not just let him die. He was her first love, after all.

The sleepwalking brought on by his curse then presented her with both an opportunity and a tragedy. During these episodes, Aslan failed to recognize Evien and lunged at her, his repressed desires erupting beyond his control.

Evien devised a dangerous plan to exploit these episodes and purify him. She just barely managed to calm him down and guide him to their marital bedchamber.

Now, all that remained was to go through with it.

“Y-Your Highness. Since it’s my first time…”

When she saw the act itself, her lips trembled visibly. The man before her was no longer the tender man who had nurtured and cherished her all this time.

His *rect and swollen p*nis stood out menacingly from his navel. Veins bulged along the sh*ft as if enraged, and the muscles and flesh leading to the gl*ns stood out in rough, jagged ridges, making it appear all the more fearsome.

Instead of being part of a body designed for making love and seeking pleasure, it resembled a weapon designed to tear fragile flesh apart.

No matter what, she didn’t think she could receive it painlessly.

Evien’s body stiffened in the face of such an overwhelming visual presence.

Aslan, who had been staring blankly down at her, lowered his head even further. The moment something touched her tightly contracted slit, accompanied by a burst of hot breath, Evien’s hips jerked as if in a seizure.

As if to reassure her, Aslan gently pressed his palm against her flat stomach and buried his head even deeper.

It was not the hard intrusion she had anticipated. Instead, a hot, spongy piece of flesh pushed into her narrow opening. It pressed against every corner of her damp inner walls, as if clearing a path.

Evien opened her eyes in utter shock and looked down.

“Your Highness! Hng…!“

Savouring her like a beast enjoying the sweetest feast, Aslan probed her private entrance continuously with his tongue, gathering his lips to s*ck up the fl*ids leaking from the seam.

Evien groaned and clutched his hair.

“Your Highness, please. Don’t… Hng, why such a dirty… Ah!“

Yet, entranced by the sensual and fragrant scent, Aslan’s tongue movements did not cease. Flattening his tongue, he licked broadly up to her cl*toris, then liberally spread his saliva across every corner of her l*bia.

A sharp scream burst from between Evien’s lips.

“Hng, ah…! Please, stop, I don’t want this…!”

Her body convulsed as though in pain. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Evien tried to twist her pelvis free, but Aslan held her b*ttocks firmly in his hands and refused to let go.

The harder she struggled, the closer his chiselled face came to her slit. Just as his sharp nose touched her cl*toris, he took a deep, ragged breath.

The hot breath tickled her bare skin. Evien gasped in utter shock at this explicit touch.

“Your Highness!”

“Haa…“

When he raised his head, his face was flushed with deep l*st.

From the bridge of his nose to his neatly formed lips and the tip of his rigid chin, he was obscenely glistening, soaked in her body fl*ids.

Evien’s world went dark at the sight of this messy, voluptuous corruption.

‘I feel like I’m going to die of embarrassment…’

She was so ashamed that she wanted to hide somewhere far away.

In contrast, Aslan slowly licked the remaining fl*id from his lips. His eyes were unfocused and he looked utterly ecstatic. He soon tilted his head between her legs once more, kissing her twitching entrance repeatedly with tender affection, as though it were a beloved lover.

Despite her protests, he would not listen, and contrary to her cries, her *rousal dripped continuously, leaving her unable to gather her senses.

Only after thoroughly sweeping his tongue over her delicate, wrinkled mucous membranes did Aslan finally raise his head, looking satisfied.

Her hair was messily scattered, her eyes were flushed with *rousal, and her body was covered in bite marks and bruises. Evien trembled and went limp, feeling as though her entire body were melting from the sensation.

Thrilled by the painfully beautiful sight, Aslan gently brushed back Evien’s hair. He then held her in an embrace tight enough to crush her and pressed a tender kiss against her sweat-drenched forehead.

“…Evien, I like it.”

Evien’s eyes widened at the quiet, low voice.

He had never addressed her by name while sleepwalking. Had he returned to his senses?

As a subtle spark of clarity returned to Aslan’s golden eyes, Evien’s heart beat wildly in her chest.

“H-How… Hah!“

Before she could even grasp the situation, Aslan thr*st deep inside her.