A gentle touch slid down, instinctively tensing the body. Kallian’s index finger pressed firmly into Elliope’s navel, where it dipped slightly.

“It doesn’t seem to be here either.”

“Hngh…”

“Or maybe…”

His hand traced lightly down the soft, flat curve of the lower abdomen, barely brushing the skin, an almost imperceptible touch that sent shivers through every fine hair on the body.

“Did you hide it down here?”

“Ah!”

In an instant, the underwear was grabbed and pulled down.

“Wai—…”

Before Elliope could say anything, Kallian’s finger suddenly brushed and rubbed against the parted gap, like an unexpected attack.

His fingers bore faint scars from an old burn, making them feel much rougher and coarser. The sensation made Elliope gasp.

“Ah, ugh!”

Hearing her voice, Kallian slowed his movements slightly, but instead of bringing relief, the slower pace only made the rough texture of his fingers more pronounced.

“If you’ve been hiding it in here…”

“Ha, ha…”

“It seems quite narrow.”

Kallian looked at her intimately, his expression unreadable. Elliope, her whole body flushed, instinctively squeezed her legs together. She felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment, as if she were exposing herself for the first time.

“D-Don’t look…”

As she tried to close her legs and reach down, Kallian’s expression turned stern for a moment. He tried to keep his composure, but the faint smile that lingered at the corners of his lips betrayed him.

“You shouldn’t do that during an interrogation, Your Highness.”

“Ah!”

He spread her thighs apart, his fingers lightly tapping her cl*t before squeezing and rolling it between his index and middle fingers in a rhythmic motion.

“Ah, ugh, ugh! Aah! Ah!”

“Hmm.”

“Ah, ahh…”

She was not only parting her legs, she was exposing her most intimate flesh, a wave of indescribable shame and dizziness alternating as it hit her p*ssy.

A mixture of shame and anticipation clouded Elliophe’s mind.

“Please speak, Your Highness.”

At her words, Kallian’s fingers pressed deep inside her.

“Ah, ahh, ahh!”

“Where did you hide the secret?”

“I-I don’t… I don’t know…”

Without realising it, Elliophe found herself answering in sync with Kallian. It felt as if she had no choice. As the words left her lips, a strange excitement swelled in her chest.

Kallian smiled slightly at her response before leaning close to her most intimate place. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down her spine.

“If you don’t want to tell me…”

“Oh, ugh…”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

With that, Kallian curled his fingers inside her.

“Ha, ahhhhh!”

Soon, as if truly searching for something, his fingers explored and traced the delicate folds of her inner walls. His touch was both precise and gentle.

“Ah, ugh!”

The heated walls clenched around Kallian’s fingers like soft dough, only to release them in a rhythmic cycle.

Wet, lascivious sounds echoed from below, evidence of her overwhelming arousal. Her body was soaked, every movement sending fresh waves of sensation through her.

His fingers moved with such deliberate persistence that she could already feel her strength slipping away.

Kallian licked his lips slowly and whispered,

“To think there’s still nothing to be found… How surprising.”

“Ah! Ahh, ugh!”

This time his rough fingers pressed deeper, poking and rubbing as if determined to go further. More fingers joined in, stretching her even further.

“Ha, eueueueu!”

The moment his fingers, already buried inside her, began to thr*st sharply and quickly, Elliope instinctively tensed, her legs tightening involuntarily.

Soon a rush of liquid burst from her, soaking Kallian’s hands and even his clothes. His entire body turned a deep red, as if on the verge of bursting.

“I can’t do this with my hands alone.”

His chin slightly tense and swollen, Kallian slowly withdrew his fingers.

Soon the blunt tip was rubbing against her entrance. Elliope could feel her body responding eagerly, excitement rising at the sensation of a man’s p*nis approaching after such a long time.

“I will go deeper… and do a thorough examination.”

In a deep, low voice, he moved and turned her body over.

“Ah!”

Like two creatures entwined by instinct, his hard p*nis thr*st into her, stretching her inner walls. It was undeniably intense – deep and consuming. Her wet, supple walls eagerly welcomed him, clenching and swallowing him as he pushed further inside.

“Ah, ugh!”

Elliope threw her head back, a cry escaping her lips. The unfamiliar shame of the primal position, combined with the relentless depth of his thr*sts, sent her spiralling towards cl*max.

Kallian’s p*nis entered her without hesitation, plunging mercilessly into her deepest parts.

“Ugh…”

Kallian let out a short m*an before pausing for a moment. Then he too tilted his head back and let out a sharp breath.

Perhaps it was the intoxicating sensation of being inside Elliope after so long, but the composed interrogator facade he had maintained seemed to slip away. Instead, he let out a long, unrestrained sigh.

“Haa…”

His p*nis, trembling slightly, soon began to press and grind against her inner walls with a force incomparable to that of his fingers.

As Elliope moaned, Kallian reached forward from behind her, his hands squeezing her br*asts tightly as his lips pressed against the nape of her neck.

“Ah, ugh… ahh!”

“This is strange.”

“Ah… hngh.”

“I search so deeply… and yet there’s really nothing to be found.”

“So deep inside… and yet there’s really nothing to stop me.”

If anything hindered Kallian’s movements, it was the way Elliope’s inner walls clung to him, eagerly pulling him further in.

As he felt the tight heat squeeze around the veins along his p*nis, Kallian pressed his lips against the curve of her neck and whispered softly,

“For someone so difficult to detect… you really are an exceptional spy.”

“Ha… haa… ugh…”

“Did your husband train you so thoroughly?”

At those words, Elliope instinctively tensed her arms and twisted her body. As she turned – still pinned to him – Kallian let out a strained m*an.

Now facing him again, Elliope gripped his face with both hands, her eyes locked with his.

Without realising it, she whispered, her voice tinged with sorrow.

“Don’t… say that.”

“……”

“Don’t talk like someone else is my husband.”

Kallian flinched visibly at her words, his eyes widening in shock. For a moment he looked uncharacteristically dazed.

Elliope continued, her words coming out in a breathless murmur.

“My husband is you…”

“……”

“You are my dog.”

“…Haah.”

Kallian let out a slow breath, as if in pain, and pressed his head firmly against Elliope’s br*ast, rubbing against her. His ears had unconsciously blushed.

The soft, pasty flesh shifted and changed shape under his touch and kisses, yielding to his movements. In a voice thick with heat, Kallian whispered.

“Honestly.”

“…….”

“This time too, it was you who started it, my lady.”

With that, Elliope’s body was suddenly lifted into the air.

“Ah!”

Suspended above him, she took Kallian’s p*nis deep inside her, and with an even greater force than before, her inner walls were relentlessly beaten.

“Hngh, ugh!”

Unable to withstand the intense friction, Elliope’s insides wept, releasing a flood of slick love juices. Even the flesh that had eagerly clung to him, longing to pull him deeper, was helpless against his merciless thr*sts – unable to hold him in place, only quivering and tightening as it was lifted and driven down again.

“Ah, ah, ahh, ah!”

“…Ha.”

Kallian pulled Elliopé close to him, repeatedly thrusting with a force that was almost like hitting the inner wall. Unconsciously, Elliope shook her head in protest. Each time her body was rocked up and down with great intensity, her soft, doughy br*asts quivered in small, quick movements. Her pink, *rect n*pples brushed against Kallian’s chest with each movement.

“Ah, ugh…”

As waves of pleasure washed over them, Kallian’s presence became increasingly vivid. Elliopé, unable to resist, clung to his back once more.

“K-Kallian….”

The deep, woody scent emanating from his body completely filled her lungs and before she realised it, she was mumbling,

“I-I like it…”

“Still, do you like it?”

“Yes…more…”

Kallian drove into her even harder, his movements hitting deep, as if pounding against her core. Elliopé’s tenuous grip on sanity slipped away like grains of sand falling through her fingers.

“Uhh… hhng. K-Kallian…”

“My lady.”

“I-I like it… I love it, more… ugh….”

Nearly sobbing, she clung desperately to him, and without hesitation he buried himself deep inside her.

Even then he didn’t stop. Again and again, her body was lifted and rocked as if she were impaled on him.

***

“……”

Completely exhausted, Elliopé looked down at the tactical table she had been lying on.

The table, already old and worn, was now on the verge of collapse. Its legs were shaking and looked as if they might break at any moment.

Then she noticed a map spread out on the surface. A small drop of liquid had fallen near the area marked ‘Great Fortress’ – she couldn’t tell if it was hers or Kallian’s. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

“…Mm.”

Meanwhile, his rough fingers were moving between her thighs again. She could feel him subtly pushing back the warm seed that was slowly leaking from her trembling core.

“……”

As she felt herself filling up again, she suddenly remembered something she had never talked about.

Even if Kallian had no intention of divorcing her, she thought it was something they should discuss. Instead of pushing her away, he seemed to hold her even tighter, making her feel that now was the right time to bring it up.

Elliopé parted his lips carefully before speaking.

“…I was there too.”

“…….”

“About… having a child…”

“I am a barren stud, my lady.”

Before Elliopé could even speak, Kallian said it indifferently, as if it were of no consequence.

As he casually stirred inside her, ignoring her surprise, he continued in an unshaken tone.

“If a child is never conceived, that is the reason.”

“…….”

“And the poison of the Bellorante flower…”

The moment Elliopé expressed doubt, Kallian stopped pushing his seed deeper and instead scraped against her inner walls. As her insides quivered and pulsed again, heat rushed to her ears.

Perhaps sensing how tightly she clenched around his fingers, Kallian pressed the tip of his p*nis against her entrance once more.

“It means nothing.”

But before she could dwell on her thoughts, they were dispelled as the man resumed his movements, stirring and filling her without giving her a moment to breathe.