Chapter 7 – Are You Serious, Captain? (Part 3)

The object invading her intimate flesh as if it owned the place savored the inside pleasantly.

The tongue rolling over her n*pple and the strong sucking on her dark ar*ola made her chest tingle.

The p*nis, sliding into her sensitive inner wall, indecently explored the inside.

“Haaang…”

“Does it feel good?”

The impure lips that had been licking her n*pple curved into a smile. Lena squirmed in his arms, glaring at him with resentment.

Did he really want to hear me say it felt good?

His deep kiss landed on her pouting lips.

He held her and moved his hips leisurely. The smooth motion of his hips pressed and swept against the joining area.

Excited breaths escaped between their intertwined lips. The subtle spreading pl*asure made Lena tremble slightly.

Alhendore, noticing her shortness of breath, carried her to the bed.

He removed her half-worn shirt and underwear, then positioned himself between her legs. He resumed the thrusting he had paused.

Creak, creak.

Tear-soaked moans echoed softly in the quiet room.

“Hng, hngh, hng…”

How much does he need to make me lose herself to be satisfied? 

The leisurely thrusts gradually increased in speed.

His relentless penetration hit the spot she felt most, savagely piercing the inside.

“Ha, haah! Uh, hngh, uhn!”

“Does it feel good here, huh?”

Grasping his arms, Lena shook her head vigorously.

She wanted to say no, but the hot, probing sensation felt good, making her unknowingly roll her hips.

Watching her hips bounce in time with his fierce thrusts, Alhendore swallowed dryly.

How could he possibly endure something so stimulating?

Alhendore, who had burrowed into her, wrapped his arms around her delicate waist and pressed his lips against hers.

“Hng, hngng! Mm, mmph!”

Their tongues intertwined, and thick saliva squelched and mingled. The hot fl*ids flowed down her throat, heating even the deepest parts of her.

Her heaving chest rose and fell. Her er*ect n*pples grazed against his chest, scratching his skin.

The pounding heartbeat, that tremor, was transmitted through their touching chests.

Alhendore tightened his grip around her waist even more, thrusting his hips as if he intended to bury himself to the root.

His thick scrotum slapped against her perineum, the juncture already sticky with their mixed fl*ids and her gushing nectar.

Squelch, squelch.

The rapid reciprocation inside her was too much for Lena, and she eventually couldn’t hold back, clawing at his back. No matter how much she scratched and slapped, he wouldn’t stop.

Instead, the pace of his thrusting, driven by the burning heat, only seemed to quicken.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, Lena clung desperately to his neck. The p*nis, ferociously plunging between her spread legs, seemed to reach its peak.

Then, at a certain moment,

“Aahng–!!”

With a deep thrust, the pulsating c*ck erupted with seed. Lena, caught in the throes of cl*max, gasped and trembled all over.

“Hah, hah… hng, hah…”

“Hah… Lena…”

Alhendore held her as she occasionally twitched, like a spasm, and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Her smooth forehead, arched eyelids, flushed cheeks, and prominent nose.

Lena squirmed from the tickling sensation.

“Ah, mm…”

“Don’t like it?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“If you say you don’t know one more time, I’ll bite you.”

“W-what did you say?”

He pretended to bite her neck, then licked it broadly. Lena shivered from the sudden chills that ran through her.

“Hng! Ah, really!”

Chuckling softly, he gazed at her before slowly rolling his hips.

“Haa, wait, mmph…”

“Why?”

“Hah, why is there never just one time, mmph!”

“How can someone do it just once? Haa…”

Exhaling lazily, he pulled back his hips and then thrust his p*nis in deeply. The fl*ids gathered at their juncture squished and made a slick friction sound.

One beat, then another. His leisurely movements slowly reciprocated below.

“Hng! Why, ah, why can’t you!”

“Don’t compare me to some quick-shot.”

“Ah, you pervert, ah, mmph—haa…!”

Squelch, squelch.

Slowly. Yet strongly, the sensation of him thrusting inside made Lena let out a faint moan.

Before long, the slow reciprocation became faster, reigniting the heat that had begun to cool.

After being tormented for quite some time, Lena eventually drifted off to sleep.

Even after doing it a dozen more times, it still wasn’t enough for Alhendore. He held her sleeping body close, keeping his p*nis still inside her as they lay together.

He placed a lingering kiss on the ends of her sweat-soaked hair.

Thinking that from now on, he should feed her more and make her exercise to build up her stamina, Alhendore displayed a blatantly lewd smile on his lips.

***

“Ugh….”

Lena groaned in agony that felt like it was splitting her body in half. Alhendore, lying beside her, adjusted her disheveled hair.

“Finally awake? You’re such a sleepyhead.”

Was it just her imagination that he seemed annoyingly smug while making such a playful comment? She was in so much pain because of him, yet he was still able to laugh.

“Pervert.”

Lena barely lifted her heavy eyelids to glare at him.

“Jerk….”

“Why?”

“Creep!”

She mustered all her strength to shout through her aching body.

Her lower abdomen throbbed, and her back felt like it was about to snap. Every muscle in her body was sore, and her throat was hoarse, making her voice raspy.

“Are you upset?”

Alhendore poked Lena’s puffed-up cheeks, unable to hold back his laughter. When Lena’s eyes started to well up with tears, he quickly withdrew his hand and adopted a remorseful expression.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re mean.”

“I did it because you’re cute.”

“Hmph….”

He left a light kiss on her cheek. The gesture felt so intimate, like that of a couple just waking up together, that Lena shivered.

‘Why am I even here like this? And with the Captain, no less?’

The realization she had missed in her initial groggy state was now sinking in. She felt a chill run through her as if all the blood in her body had drained away.

“Um, Captain?”

“Alhendore.”

“Um, Alhendore?”

“What is it?”

His expression turned sullen when she didn’t address him as he wanted. Lena rolled her eyes and subtly pulled herself away.

“Are we….”

“Yes?”

“Dating?”

Officially?

Lena froze in an awkward posture, watching his reaction.

Alhendore lay on his side, propping his head up with his arm. He looked down at her as if studying her, then gave a brief smile.

“Well, I asked you out, but you haven’t given me an answer yet, so who knows?”

“Huh?”

What would happen if I shouted, ‘It was a mistake, Captain’? 

Lena pondered deeply. Somehow, Alhendore seemed to know what she was thinking and spoke first.

“Surely you’re not trying to act irresponsibly and pretend it didn’t happen?”

“Irresponsible? That’s terribly unfair!”

“What is?”

“Well, you were the one who started it! First, you….”

You kissed me on your own, then did it, and when I asked to stop, you didn’t, and you went at it all night long?

Lena bowed her head and blushed at the words that rose to her throat but didn’t come out.

“Do you dislike me?”

“What?”

Dislike…? 

She didn’t really have a response to that. If she had to specify, she didn’t exactly dislike him.

It was just, well… 

She shifted her eyes, unable to articulate her feelings.

“If you don’t dislike me, then it wouldn’t be bad to give it a try, right? It’s not like I asked you to marry me.”

“Ah….”

Lena flinched at his words.

The human heart was truly fickle. Even though she hadn’t accepted his confession, why did the fact that he wasn’t asking for marriage sting so much?

‘Well, it’s not like the Captain is just anyone.’

Alhendore Lengester. The only duke of the Karceus Empire and the leader of the Imperial Knight Order ‘Red Knight Order,’ serving the Crown Prince.

In contrast, she was just a lady from a humble rural baron family.

A common analogy would be the difference between the sky and the earth. She couldn’t understand why he claimed to like her.

“Not that I’m saying I wouldn’t marry you, either.”

“What?”

His gaze lingered on her, sticky and intense. Lena couldn’t hide her blushing cheeks and buried her face in the blanket.

“So, what’s your answer?”

She peeked out at his low, resonant voice. Trying to avoid his persistent gaze, she carefully chose her words.

“C-Captain, do you perhaps have to marry one of the princesses?”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Or maybe you need a suitable contract marriage partner because you don’t want to be forced into marriage with the royal family.”

“As if that would happen.”

“Hmm, then perhaps you need a wife but want a loveless marriage?”

“I’m telling you I love you, Lena Leshuriel.”