Epilogue (Part 1)

Peace had come to the North. Reubellina and Tartenon spent their days affirming their love for each other.

When they were in the office, it became routine for the knights who were supposed to guard them to leave. There was a famous story in the grand duchy about knights who had tried to stand guard but couldn’t endure the sounds coming from inside and fled.

So Tartenon began signaling the knights to leave from the start. However, Reubellina was unaware of this.

Even now, Reubellina was struggling to push away Tartenon, who clung to her like a beast, but it wasn’t easy. After coming into the office and touching her here and there, he eventually lifted her skirt.

“Let’s go to the bedroom… ah!”

“Why? It’s good here too.”

Sitting on the office desk with her chest exposed and legs spread, Reubellina didn’t know how to react to Tartenon’s perverted side.

‘There must be knights guarding outside…’

Watching Tartenon suck and bite her without a care, Reubellina rolled her eyes.

“Haa!”

“You still have the energy to think about something else while with me.”

“That’s… haah!”

Tartenon roughly turned her body around. Grasping her shaking br*asts from behind, he reached down with his free hand to pull down his trousers and underwear. He rubbed his thick p*nis against the cleft of her b*ttocks, pressing his weight onto her body. As he pressed down, her chest touched the cold desk.

“Ah, haah!”

“I was treating you like a gentleman, Reubellina.”

“What kind of gentleman, ah!”

Grasping and spreading her b*ttocks, Tartenon aligned his p*nis with the revealed opening. Her already dripping petals easily accepted him. As she pushed her b*ttocks back to take him in, her red hair spilled messily over her white back.

Tartenon couldn’t take his eyes off the red waves cascading over her white back as he moved his hips. As he slowly delved deeper, her pale b*ttocks trembled beautifully. Seeing her widely spread legs quivering, he left a handprint on her white b*ttocks.

Slap!

With a sharp sound, a hot sensation spread across her buttock, causing Reubellina to tighten below.

“Ugh!”

“Hng!”

At the same time, Tartenon’s thick p*nis pushed into her. With his thick sh*ft buried to the root, Reubellina’s back arched like a bow. As he moved, her n*pples scr*ped against the cold desk, gradually sending waves of stimulation through her. Reubellina let out a faint moan and turned her face to the side.

The cold sensation on her cheek seemed to bring her back to her senses. Scratching the desk with her fingers, Reubellina moved her hips to match the rhythm of Tartenon’s thick shaft moving in and out of her. As her b*ttocks moved up and down, Tartenon let out a groan.

“I was going easy on you, ugh!”

“Going easy… ah!”

Her b*ttocks quivered as she released a flood of her juices, panting heavily. He targeted only the places that made her feel good, leaving her unable to think straight. Her mind, turned white, craved only Tartenon’s p*nis, and she unconsciously continued to move her b*ttocks back and forth.

Watching Reubellina move as he had taught her, Tartenon smiled with satisfaction. Though the sun had set and darkness had fallen, the heat in the office did not dissipate.

Feeling the tight, squeezing sensation of Reubellina’s insides, Tartenon let out a rough groan. Soon, something warm, whether hers or his, flowed down her pale thigh.

Panting heavily, Reubellina leaned her face against Tartenon’s chest as he lifted her onto his lap. His hands continued to roam her body without rest.

“Enough… ah!”

She twisted her waist in resistance, but she couldn’t escape Tartenon’s strong hands. Feeling his growing er*ect*on pressing against her b*ttocks, she shivered. She slapped his wandering hands, but they didn’t budge.

“Why?”

His lips, licking her ear and grasping her br*ast, made her body respond easily. As her lower part grew w*t, Tartenon’s low laughter reached her ears. Her ears turned red, and her fingertips tingled. Though she had spent countless nights with him, it was still embarra$sing.

“It’s too much.”

Her small whisper slipped from her lips. His hand, teasing her n*pple, paused. Reubellina sighed with relief and pleaded softly.

“Can we continue tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm.”

Tartenon’s contemplative demeanor made Reubellina’s eyes sparkle.

Doing it in the office was always risky. The thought that someone might come in was stimulating but also frightening.

Unaware that Tartenon had ordered the knights to leave, Reubellina rubbed her face against his neck like a purring cat. Her voice, full of affection, echoed in the office.

“Tartenon, please?”

“I’m not done yet.”

“Next time. Okay?”

Feeling his increasingly heavy er*ction against her, Reubellina swallowed dryly. If they continued, she wouldn’t be able to wake up on time tomorrow.

“Then grant me one wish.”

With a sly smile, Tartenon whispered to Reubellina. Exhausted, she nodded without thinking. Leaning against Tartenon’s warm chest, she fell asleep.

***

As the Grand Duke of the North, Tartenon was a busy man. He began his day by looking at Reubellina’s face as soon as he opened his eyes. Though Reubellina helped manage the northern estates, it was Tartenon who sorted the doc*ments before she reviewed them.

Tartenon pressed his lips to Reubellina’s cheek, reluctant to look away. His eyes lingered on the red marks covering her body. Lifting the blanket, Tartenon’s eyes meticulously traced each mark.

Unable to look away from Reubellina, Tartenon licked the mark on her neck with his tongue. As her eyelids fluttered and revealed a hint of gold, Tartenon held his breath, captivated by her beauty.

“Hng… I’m tired.”

He couldn’t escape Reubellina, who reached out to hug him. As she nuzzled her face into his neck, Tartenon quickly embraced her, holding her slender body tightly, ready to make his move.

“If you keep touching me, I’ll hate you.”

When a sleepy, resentful voice was heard, Tartenon’s hand hesitated. He felt guilty about waking Reubellina, who had fallen asleep with soft breaths, after tormenting her so much in the office last night.

“You said you’d do as I wanted.”

Although a somewhat grumpy voice came out, Tartenon did not touch her anymore. He carefully placed her on the bed and got up.

When he pulled the bell rope, the bedroom door opened silently, and Tartenon slowly moved his steps.

“Barbarians have invaded the northern border.”

“This early in the morning?”

“Yes.”

Tartenon’s voice, sounding annoyed, had a hint of killing intent. To keep his promise to tour the territory with Reubellina in the afternoon, it seemed like it would be a busy day.

“And it’s not even winter?”

“The knights who went to inspect said that an important person has disappeared.”

“An important person…”

The barbarians did not form a nation but were composed of tribes, so they had no king but a chieftain. If they mentioned an important person, it had to be someone at least related to the chieftain’s bloodline or someone in a position to become the tribe’s successor.

For an incident to occur among the barbarians, who believed in might above all, it meant the problem couldn’t be solved by force alone. After hearing the report and reasoning this far, Tartenon thought it necessary to go and inspect the border himself.

‘While I’m at it, I should also resolve this side’s issues.’

When he gestured, the knight who was reporting to him bowed.

“Prepare the knights. Especially tell Heather and Hemil to follow me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Heather and Hemil had been leisurely spending their days by Reubellina’s side. Tartenon still rem*mbered Heather’s words when she tried to stop him from accompanying Reubellina to inspect the trading company.

‘Oh, there’s no need for you to go, Commander! I’ll quickly take care of it and come back! You’re busy, aren’t you!’

He wasn’t busy at all. Even if he were, he was willing to handle those busy tasks first to go with Reubellina. However, Heather didn’t listen to him properly and left quickly, telling Reubellina that Tartenon was too busy to come.

That day, he couldn’t go to the trade guild with Reubellina, buy her pretty jewels, or choose fabrics for her. Tartenon, who had missed such a precious opportunity a few times, ground his teeth at Heather, and finally, a chance for revenge came.

Tartenon didn’t intend to take the lead in this barbarian subjugation. Although the task would end quickly if he led, he decided to endure the trouble to train Heather and Hemil.