It felt as if every drop of moisture in her body was being sucked out of her. How many times had they been together before she realised she was pregnant?
It would be easier to count the number of oak trees in the Eastern Forest. Because of that, their bodies moved together with an almost dangerous level of harmony.
Even after the long break, Marli found herself thinking that it wasn’t so bad, especially when he hit the spot just right with just the right amount of force.
Wouldn’t it be nice to forget every worry for a moment and lose herself completely in the person before her?
“Marli…”
Prim lowered his head, his moist eyes silently pleading for a kiss. Yet he hesitated, unwilling to press his lips to hers too quickly. After all, an angry witch might just bite.
Still, he was the kind of fairy you couldn’t truly hate. With a resigned sigh, Marli parted her lips slightly and flicked out her tongue in invitation.
As if he had been waiting for that very moment, Prim surged forward and claimed her mouth hungrily, their tongues tangling together. His kiss was greedy, as though he had been starving for her all this time. Marli responded more gently, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue.
Had her response been a little excessive? Now, lost in even more pleasure, Prim thr*st into her roughly. The intense sensation was as if he were pressing up against the back of her throat, leaving Marli gasping for air. Her passage reflexively tightened, squeezing the fairy’s shaft.
“Ugh, Marli, you’re too tight…”
“Ah, please… a little gentler…!”
With every repeated thr*st, the wet sounds grew louder. The noise of slick liquid sloshing within her, the slapping of damp flesh, and Marli’s cries mingled with Prim’s ragged breaths—all of it was soaked with heat.
“Ha, ah, ugh…”
Primm grunted and breathed roughly. His tense abdominal muscles quivered with strain. Even while panting, Marli — ever the skilled energy harvester — immediately noticed his state.
“Ah, n-no, not inside!”
Just as he was about to reach his limit, Prim’s eyes flew open wide. The fairy, who used to spill his essence on things like bottle caps, now knew all too well where it felt best to finish.
“Why? I don’t want to pull out…”
“A baby…! We’ll have another one! Ugh, you idiot!”
“Then… can’t I?”
Even his whining had its limits. Marli had absolutely no intention of giving birth every year. Locking her legs tight around his waist, she answered firmly.
“No!”
“Why is it always no…”
Primm grumbled, utterly unconvinced. Whether it was four, six, or even ten, what did it matter to him? He wasn’t the one who’d have to carry them. The fairy had no sense of shame about it at all.
“No. I said absolutely not. Ah…!”
Annoyed, Prim gave no reply and simply thr*st into her again. Long, deep strokes made their joining squelch as droplets of fl*id spattered out. That release that had started to ebb quickly built right back up to the edge.
“No, you can’t. Really, if you do that, ah, please…”
Even as Marli writhed in pleasure so intense it felt like her mind might melt, she kept repeating that he couldn’t. Prm, pretending not to hear, kept thrusting into the tight passage. And then, at last, the moment of cl*max.
“Kh…!”
With his teeth clenched, he hastily pulled his hips back. At the sudden, almost wrenching sensation, a gush of liquid burst from Marli. Prim, trembling, spilled milky-white fl*id all over her body.
He’d only been teasing her, knowing full well he’d do as she said in the end, but the clueless fairy simply beamed.
“I didn’t finish inside… See? I did well, right?”
“Yeah… good job…”
Prim smeared the fairy’s essence across her belly. The stickiness was enough to make Marli grit her teeth inwardly; it was already mixed with sweat and moisture, and now this. She didn’t even have the energy left to get angry.
At least she hadn’t lost consciousness entirely. As she stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent, Prim checked the baby’s basket and straightened the crumpled bedding. It was then that Marli realised she had made a serious mistake: she hadn’t asked him to untie her wrists.
As her body cooled, she started to feel chilled. When would he finally help her clean up? As she looked over at Prim, he opened his mouth as if he’d been waiting.
“Are you done resting now?”
“What?”
“I’m ready.”
Prim quickly settled himself between her legs. He really was ready—the word fit perfectly. Seeing his shaft springing back to life as if he’d never come at all, Marli gathered the last of her strength and shouted.
“You said just once!”
“I never said that.”
Marli was at a loss for words. The fairy had never stopped at once, and she had never agreed to it, either. Realizing just how much the odds were in his favor, the fairy spoke magnanimously.
“Fine. Then just one more time. Just… once more.”
Just for now—the phrase sounded ominous. Marli tried to use the last of her strength to sit up, only to realize too late that her hands were still bound above her head.
“Hey! Aren’t you going to untie me?”
She shook her tied wrists as hard as she could. The effort pulled out a handful of hair and brought tears to her eyes. Nevertheless, Prim buried his nose in her armpit.
“I’ll untie you after we do it just one more time.”
He laughed, as if that made any sense. Marli could see right through the trick he was planning. After one more round, she’d be too exhausted to move, and even if he untied her, she wouldn’t be able to lift a finger.
If she let him start again now, she knew she wouldn’t be able to escape until the Fairy was completely satisfied. Mustering her remaining strength, Marli kicked Prim in the thigh as hard as she could. As expected, he didn’t so much as flinch; he simply peppered kisses along her side.
“I promise.”
“Ugh!”
Frustrated to her core, Marli dug her fingers into her hair. She wanted to scream and hurl curses at him, but with the babies sound asleep, she couldn’t even do that.
“Marli…”
Unlike the witch, who looked as if even drinking him dry wouldn’t be enough, the fairy whispered words of love with a face full of bliss. And as the blunt tip pushed into her once again, Marli let out a tearful cry.
“Haah…!”
The mad fairy’s rampage lasted until the first star of dawn peeked above the horizon.