Before she could say anything, her mouth was sealed shut.

It was as if Kallian wanted to finish the kiss he could not finish in the temple. His lips clung to hers with an inexplicable desperation, soft and wet, forcing their tightly pressed lips apart.

“Ah…”

Elliope let out a soft moan without meaning to, tilting her head back slightly. The moment the sound escaped her, Kallian’s gloved hand came to rest on her br*ast.

Kallian’s fingers moved purposefully over the old, coarse dress Theodor’s mother had once worn. His hand repeatedly pinched and rubbed her sensitive n*pples, the rough fabric scraping against her tender skin.

Without her noticing, her br*asts began to swell, her body responding of its own accord.

‘Kallian, Sir Kallian!’

The words she wanted to shout were lost on Kallian’s lips, pressed tightly against hers.

The air between them was thick with heat, tinged with a faint sweetness. Her delicate mucous membranes were repeatedly explored and teased, her cheeks rising and falling in rhythm with the movement of Kallian’s probing tongue. The wet, intimate sounds filled the confined space of the hired carriage.

Without realising it, Elliope reached out and gripped the base of the carriage seat. Her fingernails dug into the old, rough grain of the wood, scraping it with such force that a sharp pain began to radiate from beneath her nails.

The sensation was unbearably vivid, and the realisation hit her like a tolling bell: in broad daylight, in an old, creaking hired carriage, she was about to perform an unspeakably intimate act with Kallian.

She had never wanted to be called a chaste princess, but the situation was still overwhelming. Her fingers clenched again, gripping harder.

Crack.

The sound of splintering wood accompanied the minor injury she had sustained when a piece of rough wood had stuck under her nail. Elliope flinched slightly, her eyebrows knitting in discomfort.

Seeing this, Kallian suddenly pulled away from her lips and placed her injured hand on his shoulder.

“Hah… hah…”

She gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling as she placed her trembling hand on his shoulder, following his lead almost numbly.

Her voice trembled as she finally found the strength to speak.

“Ah… o-outside, there are people…”

Her words trailed off, her body shivering as her awareness of their surroundings returned.

‘There might be people outside.’

Just as she was about to say those words, Kallian’s deep voice whispered in her ear, piercing her thoughts.

“I hope there are.”

“…!”

“Then you won’t be able to take it back.”

What…?

Before she could fully process his words, Kallian’s hands cupped her br*asts again, this time with a little more force than before.

“Ah!”

It didn’t hurt, but the rough fabric of her dress rubbing against her skin caused an unusual tingling sensation. The pressing, teasing pressure enveloped her br*ast, sending waves of unfamiliar tension through her.

As he continued to press down where her n*pples were likely to be, his touch deliberate and relentless, Kallian finally took hold of her dress.

Rip.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed sharply through the narrow space of the carriage.

She briefly wondered if it was acceptable to destroy a dress once worn by the Grand Duke’s mother, but the thought quickly faded. The unfamiliar sensation of her bare skin exposed to the open air overwhelmed her.

“…!”

Moments later, she felt the fabric of her undergarments, which had been pressed tightly against her br*ast, suddenly slide down.

Her pale, rounded br*asts, freed from their confinement, spilled out like blooming buds, gravity pulling them slightly to the side.

“Hah…”

Kallian let out a low, rumbling sound as he brought his teeth to the tip of his glove and pulled it off in a single, deliberate motion.

The rough, calloused hand of a man accustomed to wielding a sword reached for her bare br*ast and cupped it tightly.

“Ah-ah!”

Elliope gasped sharply, the sensation sending a jolt through her body.

“Ah, ah!”

Kallian’s thick, firm thumb and forefinger rolled over her n*pple, sending sharp jolts through her. The rest of his fingers cupped the soft, yielding flesh of her br*ast, shaping it as the excess that didn’t fit into his grasp slipped easily between his fingers.

“Hah… ugh.”

“…I’m going crazy.”

As the words left his lips, his fingers pinched and twisted her sensitive peak.

“Hah-ahh!”

Elliope let out an involuntary moan, her voice rising sharply before quickly clapping her hands over her mouth. If there were people outside, it would be disastrous.

She wanted to say they should stop here, go inside and continue in private, but the words stuck in her throat. Every time he squeezed, pinched or twisted, the overwhelming sensations left her unable to do anything but moan softly into her hands.

‘Doing this here…’

She wanted to say it was wrong, but a tingling sensation kept spreading between her thighs. A sharp, electrifying pulse travelled up through her core.

‘Am I really feeling aroused even in a place like this?’

Then again, it wasn’t the first time. Even in a funeral hall guarded by the God of Death, she and Kallian had given in to their primal instincts like animals. It had been her husband’s funeral – if only a husband in name.

Instead of thinking about how wrong it was, she had been consumed by the thrill of defiling her husband’s memory. She had clung to Kallian as he led her, moved her as he moved her, and the emotions she had felt then were far closer to pleasure than guilt.

Drugged and out of her mind, she hadn’t had a chance to feel shame.

‘But this time is different.’

Now, she was fully conscious. This wasn’t like the secluded hut where reason could easily slip away.

‘Am I not in my right mind now, just like in the hut?’

At least the old hut had been a more appropriate place for something so secret and intimate. The thought was just beginning to stir a sense of shame within her when a new sensation abruptly interrupted it – her sensitive, pointed n*pple was enveloped by the wet warmth of his mouth.

“K-Kallian…”

She tried to speak urgently, but his tongue moved before her words could form.

As if savouring a sweet fruit, his tongue trailed over her skin, teasing and rolling over her n*pple. Startled, she looked down at him, only to see him looking up at her, as if studying her reaction.

Her mouth fell open in astonishment, but before she could say anything, Kallian locked eyes with her and bit down gently on her br*ast.

“Ah!”

The sharp sensation mixed with the heat of his mouth, making her gasp aloud.

“Ah!”

Her hips jerked involuntarily as the sharp sensation coursed through her. Kallian, steadying her waist with his firm hands, once again bit down gently on her stiff, sensitive n*pple and sucked with deliberate force.

His even teeth pressed just hard enough to avoid pain, while his tongue trailed tenaciously from the base of her br*ast to its tip, licking and teasing in relentless patterns.

“Hah, ugh!”

As he bit the lower curve of her br*ast again, Elliope squeezed her eyes shut and arched her shoulders and neck back in surrender. She could feel the hard surface of the carriage floor beneath the plush of his fur coat.

Unintentionally, her br*ast arched upwards, as if inviting him for more.

“You needn’t be so impatient.”

A deep, heated voice pierced her ears.

“I’ll give you more than enough…”

With those words, Kallian focused relentlessly on her br*ast, his lips and tongue devouring her skin. He seemed especially intent on the left side, above her heart, where his attention became even more fervent.

Her soft br*asts, pliable as dough, were repeatedly kneaded under his firm hands and relentlessly teased and tormented in his mouth.

“Ah, ugh… ah!”

Just as she began to fear that her br*asts might be bruised or swollen from the intensity, Kallian finally pulled his mouth away.

Rip.

The sound of her dress ripping echoed sharply, the seams splitting further down to her stomach. His hand, now rougher, began to tear at the clean chemise she wore underneath.

“Huh…!”

A muffled moan escaped her lips as the fabric gave way, leaving her more exposed to his touch and the cool air.

His rough lips trailed down from her heaving br*ast and abdomen, leaving traces of heat and pressure as they moved lower. His tongue licked unabashedly along her damp skin, his sharp teeth occasionally leaving faint bite marks.

She could feel his mouth lingering, as if tasting her, and the absurd thought crossed her mind: Does my skin taste sweet? Perhaps the fruit juices she had consumed so often in her former life had somehow seeped into her flesh, absurd as it seemed.

Before she could rationalise the thought, her legs were suddenly parted and she felt his warm breath against her inner thigh.

The sensation startled her and Elliope instinctively lifted her head to look down.

“…”

At that moment, Kallian’s gaze, which had been fixed on her, met hers again. There was an unusual intensity in his eyes, oddly cautious yet deliberate, as if he were carefully gauging her reaction.

It was almost as if he were studying her, testing her response.

As the realisation hit her, a jolt of tension raced up her thighs, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. The fine hairs on her skin stood on end, and just as the sensation overwhelmed her, Elliope murmured softly, her voice barely audible.

“K-Kallian…?”

Her trembling voice barely escaped her lips as her undergarments were quickly pushed aside, leaving her fully exposed. Kallian’s mouth opened slowly, deliberately, and then…

“K-Kallian! Ah, hngh!”

Without hesitation, he buried his face between her thighs, his lips latching onto her most intimate area with fervent intensity.

“Ah! Ahh, ahhh!”

Even as she watched, she couldn’t believe what was happening. The man who had always been so cold and distant now seemed completely lost in desire, his head pressed firmly against her inner thighs as he sucked hungrily.

“Ahh!”

The soft flesh of her mound, once tightly packed, was spread apart with an audible wet sound. His tongue pressed firmly against the small, sensitive nub hidden within, drawing a moan from her lips as a wave of heat surged through her.

A part of her body she had rarely paid much attention to was now being intensely stimulated by him, as if it had always been there, waiting to be awakened.

“Ah, ahh! Ahh!”

Elliope’s mind went blank, her thoughts bursting into white-hot sparks. She couldn’t even cover her mouth as she let out uncontrollable moans.

Her sensitive nub, repeatedly teased, nibbled and rolled, felt unbearably hot, almost feverish. It was a searing sensation, as if molten wax had been dripped between her thighs. She couldn’t imagine how else it could feel so impossibly warm.

“Hah, ugh, ahh!”

Kallian sucked on her nub a few more times, each pull sending a sharper jolt through her. The sensation of her sensitive nub being tugged and teased made it stand even firmer, throbbing under his relentless attention.

By now Elliope knew exactly where her nub was and how it connected to her body – something she could no longer ignore. The electric shocks coursing through her spine gripped her heart with overwhelming intensity.

“Hah, ugh, ahh!”

The maddeningly embarrassing yet ticklish sensation surged from her lower body and spread to the tips of her limbs. She was so consumed by it that she couldn’t even manage to close her legs, leaving herself completely open to its relentless assault.

“Ah! K-Kallian!”

Every time she twisted her body, Kallian only plunged deeper, his tongue now venturing into her inner walls, swirling and exploring. The narrow, unfamiliar space trembled in startled response to the intruder, quivering uncontrollably. But his warm, insistent tongue showed no sign of retreating, pressing forward with determination.

“Ahh, ahh! P-please!”

Unwittingly, she let out a desperate, tearful plea, her voice trembling with emotion. At the sound of her whimper, Kallian stopped and lifted his head to look at her. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he studied her tear streaked face.

“…If I don’t do this, it will be harder for you.”

Harder?

Her confused mind barely grasped the meaning of his words before he added.

“I told you, didn’t I? You can’t take it back now…”

The weight of his words crushed her, leaving her speechless and trembling beneath him.

Kallian avoided her gaze, almost as if fleeing from her eyes, and buried his head between her thighs once more. This time his movements were even more intense, filled with unbridled fervour.

“Ah, hah!”

It felt as if her entire being was being drawn to that one point. With a sudden, powerful movement, Kallian enveloped her sensitive nub in his mouth and sucked deeply, pulling her into him with unrelenting force.