“Ah, ahh, ahh! Ahhh!”

The sudden, tugging sensation shocked her at first, but only briefly. The intense heat that followed pounded relentlessly against her temples, like a drumbeat echoing in her head.

As Kallian’s tongue continued to roll and press against the sensitive bud in his mouth, Elliope’s body shook uncontrollably. The hard texture of the wooden carriage floor beneath the soft fur coat pressed against her back, a grounding reminder of where she was.

It suddenly dawned on her – she was in that shameful position, legs spread wide, in a rented carriage by the side of the road. The image of herself, like an upturned frog with her legs spread, sent a wave of shame through her.

Instinctively, she tried to move her legs, her embarrassment driving her to close them. But Kallian, as if telling her to stay still, bit down a little harder on the soft flesh of her mound.

“…Ah!”

Her mind bubbled like molten lava, overwhelming her thoughts. Weakly, Elliope reached out to push Kallian’s head away, but her hand instinctively did the opposite. Instead of pushing, it pressed down on his neck, gripping it tightly. It was an instinctive reaction.

“…I can’t tell if you dislike this or enjoy it…”

Kallian growled, his deep voice vibrating through her, sending tremors deep inside her.

“If you keep reacting like this…”

His head slowly lifted from between her legs, leaving her exposed and breathless as the heat lingered. The intensity of his gaze as he looked at her made it impossible for her to form a coherent response.

When Elliope saw the long trail of liquid dripping from his lips, her face flushed a deep red. She became painfully aware of how wet she was, to the point where every small movement produced an audible squelch. The clear liquid that had splashed onto her inner thighs made her hands tremble as she took in the sight.

“…”

Kallian, his expression unusually serious, slowly lowered his hand. As his fingers parted her wet folds, spreading the sensitive flesh, Elliope gasped in shock.

“K-Kallian!”

“This is necessary… to avoid hurting you.”

Though his voice was calm and clinical, there was an unmistakable heat simmering beneath his words. As if unable to contain himself, Kallian muttered a curse under his breath.

“Damn it.”

Then, as if to steady himself, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead firmly against hers.

“…!”

The unexpected intimacy of the gesture left her breathless, her eyes widening as she stared into his. His closeness, combined with the smoldering intensity of his gaze, made it impossible to think of anything else.

In an instant, his eyes were directly in front of hers, unblinking and piercingly intense. It was as if a blue flame flickered in the depths of his gaze, burning with an unrelenting focus.

“We can’t… do it the same way as last time.”

At his words, the memory of their failure in the hut resurfaced vividly in her mind.

The moment she had tried to take him in without proper preparation, her body had been painfully torn. The sharp, searing agony had overwhelmed her, and the feeling of intrusion and discomfort had lingered for days. Any warmth or pleasure that had built up before had been completely replaced by an excruciating pain that clawed at her insides.

But, she thought again, ‘isn’t this supposed to be normal?’

The maids who had instructed her had repeatedly stressed that it was natural for a woman to feel pain during her first intimate encounter. They had told her it would be excruciatingly painful and distressing, but it was something she could not avoid. It was her duty as a woman, they said.

During the encounter in the funeral hall, the powerful effects of the *phrodisiac had probably dulled the pain, leaving only fleeting sensations of discomfort buried beneath a haze of unnatural pleasure.

But the memory of what she had been taught remained, pressing down on her with an almost suffocating weight. Pain, they had said, was to be expected – inevitable, even. It was a rite of passage for a woman in her position.

And yet, as Kallian’s unwavering gaze bore into hers, the intensity of his presence seemed to defy the lessons she had been told to accept.

As she braced herself to force her body open, she remembered Kallian’s words – words that had haunted her dreams many times since that night in the hut:

“Are you trying to make me a r*pist?”

r*pe. Despite her willingness to endure the pain, for him this act was still…

Elliope’s eyes lifted to meet his, filled with a confusion she couldn’t put into words.

A bead of sweat from his brow trickled down to meet her own. The cool sensation startled her, causing her body to instinctively shiver.

“Hah, hah, ahhhh!”

At that moment, his finger slipped past her tightly clenched entrance, gently but firmly exploring her inner walls.

The sensitive, trembling flesh shifted under his touch as he pressed and probed, its shape changing with each deliberate movement of his finger. The walls, overwhelmed by the intrusion, wept freely, paving the way for his exploration.

“Hah, hahh…”

His touch was different from what she had experienced in the hut. Then he had been in a hurry, opening her entrance and exploring her in a hurry. Now his movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was carefully mapping her from within. He pressed firmly against her walls, gradually adding fingers to stretch her gently, almost methodically.

“K-Kallian…”

Grind.

The sound of his teeth grinding filled the room, his frustration barely contained. But despite his restraint, he continued, his rough, long fingers exploring deep inside her, coaxing her body to adapt and respond.

The unfamiliar sensation of his fingers twitching and stretching inside her was overwhelming. As he made a scissoring motion with his fingers, his gaze slightly blurred with concentration, Elliope threw back her head and let out a long, trembling cry.

“Hah, ugh, ahhh!”

A sudden rush of w*tness startled her and she gasped in disbelief. She couldn’t understand how her body could release so much fluid. The unfamiliar sensation of her soaked entrance left her confused and disoriented, unable to reconcile her reactions with her sense of control.

“Hah…”

With his forehead still pressed against hers, Kallian let out a low sigh, his gaze dropping to examine her once more. After a moment’s hesitation, he slowly reached into his cloak and pulled out something.

“…?”

What he pulled out was a small vial. The moment it was opened with a soft pop, a familiar scent began to fill the cramped carriage.

The aroma of wood, reminiscent of cinnamon mixed with a faint smoky undertone, triggered her memory – it was Kallian’s personal oil.

The realisation dawned as the thick, viscous oil began to trickle down her exposed entrance.

“Ah!”

The cool oil sent shivers down her spine as it seeped into her sensitive inner walls, quickly warming and mixing with her already lubricated folds. Her already wet entrance was now so saturated that every little movement made an audible, crunching sound.

When Kallian finally unbuckled his trousers and began to pull them down, Elliope flinched instinctively, her body tensing in anticipation.

No matter how many times she saw it, the sight was overwhelming and intimidating – a massive, rigid p*nis standing tall and unyielding. It was flushed a dark, almost angry red, so swollen it looked as if it might burst from sheer tension.

“Kuh…”

Kallian let out a strained moan as he poured the cool oil over himself, the thick liquid running down the length of his p*nis. Elliope, dazed, found her eyes following the trickles as they glided along the massive structure.

“Hngh!”

Without warning, the head of his p*nis pressed firmly against her entrance and sensitive nub, rubbing against her with deliberate pressure. The sudden, heated friction made her gasp as she realised what was happening – he was trying to enter her again.

Her heart pounded and blood rushed to her head as she instinctively tensed, her body stiffening with nervous anticipation.

And then… he stopped.

“…?”

Confused, Elliope looked up at him, her breathing uneven, wondering why he had stopped. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his body was palpable.

When she opened her eyes, Kallian’s face was already close, his intense gaze meeting hers.

Moments later, their lips met again.

“Mmm…”

Unlike before, his kiss was gentle and deliberate, his lips softly brushing hers as if testing her reaction. He licked her lips carefully and Elliope felt a warm, tingling sensation blossom in her br*ast, spreading like a gentle flame.

The subtle intimacy of the act, so different from his earlier intensity, made her heart flutter and her defences begin to melt.

Like a wounded animal licking its own wound, Kallian gently bit and sucked at her lips. The tenderness of his actions was almost soothing, as if he was trying to comfort her. It made her heart melt, a heavy warmth spreading through her br*ast.

“…”

Even as he kissed her, his gaze carried an unusual desperation that caught her attention. A question began to rise within her.

‘Why is he looking at me like that…?’

Just as the thought formed, her lips parted instinctively.

“Hah, ahh… ugh!”

Something that had been gently brushing against her entrance began to slowly push in.

“Hngh, ahh!”

For the first time in her life, her body was being penetrated deeply. The sensation was strange, and as her walls stretched to accommodate it, a faint trace of blood appeared, marking the intrusion.

Kallian froze for a moment, as if startled, but when she showed no sign of pain or protest, he continued to push forward.

“Ahh…”

His low moan echoed in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Instinctively, Elliope’s arms flailed before they managed to wrap around Kallian’s broad frame. His thick chest and torso were so massive that even with all her strength she couldn’t get her hands around him.

Heat radiated from where their bodies touched, increasing with each passing moment.

“Ah, ahh… ahh!”

The slow, deliberate penetration made her hips shake uncontrollably. Her toes curled, and without realising it, her legs intertwined, crossing as if to cling to him. Droplets of sweat fell from Kallian’s forehead onto her face, neck and the bare skin of her br*ast, leaving trails of warmth where they landed.

Her inner walls, almost pleading, clung to him, pulling him further in. The sensation was overwhelming, strange and raw. The feeling of being stretched and filled so deeply sent shivers through her, splitting her body with an unfamiliar intensity. Yet amidst the strange discomfort, there was an undeniable pleasure in the act.

“Hah, ahhh…”

Her body, as if intoxicated by an *phrodisiac, took him in effortlessly, her entrance yielding to his thickness with unexpected ease. Her inner walls contracted and released rhythmically, moulding themselves around his firm, heavy form. Deep inside, her body seemed to pulse and wriggle as if urging him to go deeper, inviting him further.

“…Hah.”

Kallian pressed his forehead against Elliope’s br*ast again, as if to tell her not to rush. His expression was filled with such agony that it left her with a strange feeling. Even though she could feel the power of his p*nis trembling, as if it wanted to penetrate her completely, Kallian continued to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, almost to the point of impatience.

“All… all the way in…”

“Not yet.”

It felt as if he had gone so deep already, but there was still more. As Elliope’s body shook, Kallian, as he always did, gently tilted her head back to help her catch her breath. Her pale, slender neck lay bare before him, vulnerable and exposed.

Kallian pressed his lips to her neck, kissing it repeatedly, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

“Hah…”

When Kallian stopped moving, Elliope instinctively lowered her hand to touch the area around her entrance.

As her fingers brushed the spot where their bodies met, her fingertips jerked and curled inwards in surprise. She accidentally brushed against the thick, massive p*nis inside her.

“…”

The realisation hit her – something so large and solid had been completely absorbed into her body.

Kallian’s gaze, fixed on her as she absentmindedly touched herself, grew tense and the sound of his teeth grinding escaped once more. She felt his p*nis throb, swelling further inside her, a sensation she couldn’t ignore.

“…!”

She hadn’t thought it could get any bigger.

“Ah…”

In disbelief, Elliope slowly moved her hand from her entrance to her lower abdomen, pressing lightly to see if her belly was swelling from its sheer size.

Then Kallian let out a groan, full of restraint and tension.

“What on earth…”

“…Pardon?”

“Why are you…”

It was as if she had heard this question from him before.

Her expression was dazed as she absently ran her hand over her stomach, but before she could process her thoughts, there was a sudden sound of him inhaling sharply.

“Ah!”

In an instant, Kallian grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. Just as he had done before, licking and sucking her ring finger, his tongue slid between her fingers, licking and teasing the spaces between them.

The smooth sensation of his tongue pressing firmly against her palm and fingers was vivid and relentless. Between her fingers she caught a glimpse of his eyes – burning and intense, their heat almost palpable.

Elliope, unsure how to interpret his fiery gaze, met his eyes with her own trembling ones.

And then he slowly pulled his body back.

Zzzk… squelch.

His p*nis, slick with oil and her fluids, moved smoothly as he slid out. The inner walls, stretched to their limits, trembled as if trying desperately to cling to him, unwilling to let go.

‘…Is it over?’

It didn’t seem right. The maids had told her differently. Wasn’t there supposed to be more? Even in the funeral hall it hadn’t ended there.

From what she’d learned, the process wasn’t complete until the husband released something into her body.

As her mind spun in confusion, the man who had left only the tip of himself inside her leaned closer and whispered.

“You were the one who started this.”