“Ah—Cassion…”

Lunaria rubbed her flushed cheek against his shoulder, calling his name in a breathless plea. His large hand gripped her hip firmly. As though restraining himself, he patted her reassuringly, only to grip her tightly again a moment later.

“We’re here.”

The moment they entered Cassion’s chamber, all her tension drained away. The air was thick with his scent, which had a soothing effect on her.

As long as she was by his side, she was safe.

She would never again be chased through the woods by a bear, as she had been in her childhood, nor would she ever go hungry again.

How could she not cling to him even more?

“Cassion…”

“Shh. We’re heading to the bedchamber. Endure it just a little longer. You can’t possibly receive me while standing, can you?”

“Hnn…”

Though only moments had passed, they felt unbearably slow to her. When they stepped into the bedchamber, where his scent lingered most strongly, her damp negligee suddenly felt cumbersome. Restlessly shifting in his arms, she tried to lift the hem of her skirt.

“Tsk. Stay still.”

“B-but… it’s too stifling…”

“Your nails are out. You might scratch me. Wait a moment.”

Seeing that she was in a worse state than during her last heat, he untied the sash of his silk robe. The garment fell open, revealing his broad, firm chest and defined abdominal muscles.

Knowing the pleasure that solid warmth could bring, she reached towards him. But before her fingertips could touch his skin, he grabbed her wrists.

He brought her wrists together and bound them with the sash, deliberately and precisely weaving the knot so that it could not be undone. Then he lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed.

“Hnn…”

The bedding was saturated with his scent. This alone made her grow wetter still. Panting and gazing up at him with desperate longing, she watched him climb onto the bed.

He naturally took the space between her legs, loosened his trousers and asked in a low, rough voice.

“Is it very difficult?”

“Yes…”

“Did you try touching yourself the way I showed you last time?”

“Mm… yes.”

“But you couldn’t resolve it on your own, so you came to find me. Is that right?”

In answer to his question, Lunaria nodded vigorously.

She liked the gentleness in his voice, but more than anything, she wanted him to hurry up and fill her with his heated p*nis. She longed to feel him pulsing inside her.

Each time she gasped for breath, her parted lips glistened with saliva. She could no longer control the heat consuming her.

“Let me take a look first.”

As soon as he had finished speaking, he lifted her negligée. When the wet fabric clung stubbornly to her skin, he tore it open without hesitation.

The sound of ripping cloth echoed softly as her pale, n*ked body was revealed.

He slid a hand between her thighs and guided her legs apart.

“My… it’s reddened.”

Her cl*toris was visibly swollen and flushed from her frantic scratching. He gently circled it with his fingertip, then lifted his gaze to meet hers.

“I didn’t teach you to do it like this.”

“But it was too… ngh… too hard…”

“Too difficult, was it? Then perhaps like this?”

“Ah—!”

The world spun before her eyes. It felt completely different to when she had touched herself before. Her breath quickened and her hips lifted instinctively. Lunaria parted her legs further and began to rock her hips in time with his fingers.

Smack—

A sharp slap landed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“There you go again, moving first in such an indecent way. I told you not to do that. Do you think I wouldn’t take care of it myself?”

“Hnn… f-faster…”

In response to her urgent plea, Cassion let out a quiet, knowing laugh.

Brushing his thumb over the contraceptive ring at the base of his p*nis, he shifted closer between her legs. Her slender thighs parted gently but firmly under his touch, opening up to him without any resistance.

His body was as solid as it appeared, defined by lean muscle. Soon, the soft curve of her hips pressed against his strong thighs.

As he studied her exposed form, his hand moved again.

With his thumb, he circled the sensitive bud at her center. Using his forefinger and middle finger, he gently parted her and stroked the delicate flesh within. His other hand moved lower, teasing the entrance with light pressure. When a finger slipped inside, it brushed just beyond the threshold; when it withdrew, it lingered on the tender skin outside.

Slowly and deliberately, he explored every response she gave him.

Warmth welled from her, coating his fingers until they glistened. Using that slickness, he gave himself a brief stroke before guiding the head of his p*nis to her entrance.

He parted her with careful pressure, then pressed forward.

In one steady motion, he filled her completely, sinking deep until he reached her innermost limit. When the firm crown of his p*nis touched her most sensitive spot, she let out a broken cry

“Ahh—!”

The internal heat flared up again, growing stronger. Unlike her, however, Cassion remained still. Although he was clearly aroused, he remained still, continuing to breathe steadily as he watched her.

“Here?”

Pressing precisely against the sensitive point he had discovered before, he asked again, as if confirming.

Lunaria could only nod fervently in response.

“And here as well.”

As he spoke, he drew his length halfway out, then angled his hips and thrust upward toward her abdomen.

“Ahh—!”

A bolt of pleasure shot through her mind. Lunaria tensed her lower belly and pressed her thighs together. His oblique muscles brushed against her legs, sending another wave of warmth through her.

She could tell from his heat alone that he was equally aroused.

The knowledge that she was not the only one undone by pleasure filled her with dizzying bliss.

“Ha…”

He exhaled lowly. Savoring the tight pressure enveloping him, he suddenly forced her pale thighs apart with both hands. Holding her there, he pulled out until the ridge of his gl*ns touched her entrance, then thrust forward deeply.

“Ah!”

Their movements fell into a sharp, unyielding rhythm. With each thrust, they were driven together with force. The slick heat between them yielded and closed again, accompanied by raw, intimate sounds.

“Hah.”

A short breath escaped him before he shifted his hips and pressed forward once more. She held him so tightly that he felt she would never let him go. The sensation was intense — almost sharp — yet deeply satisfying.

As her inner warmth fluttered in trembling pulses, he moved against her in deliberate strokes, feeling every reaction she gave. The firm heat of him pressed insistently against her most intimate place, drawing broken sounds from her lips.

“Ah—hng… ah…”

Her cries spilled out helplessly with each movement. His hands tightened around her thighs, holding her steady as he picked up the pace. He moved in and out of her with unwavering force, and the warmth between them grew heavier and more overwhelming.

Where they were joined, their mingled heat glistened and trailed down as their bodies moved together relentlessly.

“Ah—Cassion!”

He pressed the crown firmly against her deepest point, leaning his upper body over her. She writhed around like a fish thrown out of water.

“Ah… my hands…”

Her wrists were tightly bound, and she whimpered in frustration. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him towards her.

Cassion, nestled against her, let out a long breath and whispered.

“This is nice.”

Unable to distinguish people by their faces, his sense of smell had become extremely acute. He identified others by what remained — their clothing and physique — but these markers were limited.

So he learned to remember people by their voices and their scent. Even then, perfume often masked a person’s natural scent, making it especially difficult to tell noblewomen apart.

But Lunaria was different. She wore no perfume. Her scent was clean and warm, like linen dried in the sunshine.

To him, it was soothing — almost like a balm.

He pressed his face against the pale curve of her neck, where her fragrance was strongest, and inhaled deeply. That alone was almost enough to undo him. When release came, it surged through him in a rush. He held her close as the intensity crested, his vision flashing white for a moment under its force.