Pregnancy for a Successor - Chapter 29

He spoke without mercy, and Celia once again opened her mouth wide to swallow his member reluctantly. Perhaps thanks to being sufficiently trained yesterday, Celia played with his thing quite well. She wrapped it with her whole tongue while circling the tip, sucking and sucking again with audible slurping sounds.

Only when the area around her mouth became flushed red was Celia able to finish the oral act. As she opened her mouth, he scooped up what had dripped between her br*asts with his hand and pushed it back into her mouth.

“Swallow it.”

With that command, she swallowed what was inside without further hesitation. It was truly a satisfying sight.

“Well done.”

He praised her while patting her plump buttocks a couple of times. Now that he had thoroughly educated her yesterday and today, it was time to properly taste her.

“Get on all fours.”

“…..”

“I said, assume the position to receive the seed.”

Celia looked at him with tear-filled eyes, dreading the reality that was about to unfold, then slowly lowered herself onto the sheets. Without being told, she raised her buttocks high. It was truly a position suitable for receiving seed, like an animal mating.

As Eugen also became completely n*ked and overlapped his body with Celia’s, she turned back to look up at him, breathing heavily. She saw him smirk as their eyes met. Celia was momentarily dazed by his surprisingly gentle gaze, which didn’t match the situation.

His hand reached out unhesitatingly, greedily grasping and kneading her swaying br*asts. As the sensitive tips of her br*asts rubbed against his fingertips, a bestial moan erupted.

“Now we begin.”

He whispered, seemingly quite regretful, then buried himself in her body in one go. He pressed down on her trembling body and reached deep inside in one thrust.

“Hnngh!”

Celia desperately clawed at the sheets. But the man pressing down on her from above showed no sign of wanting to show any mercy.

“Celia.”

The voice pouring into her ear was sweet and tingling. It was a distant sound, as if promising countless days to come. She had to accept the fate that had befallen her with her eyes closed.

Thump, thump.

While the wet, sticky sounds continued, Celia profusely shed tears. The sensation of him firmly grasping her waist and ej*culating deep inside her was something she would never get used to.

“…..”

Celia was completely worn out from the repeated acts and lay limp in his arms. Nevertheless, he still showed no sign of leaving from between her legs.

“Huh, ugh……”

Celia cried as she surrendered her body to him. No matter how many times she experienced it, she couldn’t get used to the sight of Eugen persistently licking between her legs.

Even when his large hands caressed her br*asts, kneaded them roughly, and then rubbed her sensitive areas with his fingertips, she could only let out shallow moans, unable to respond at all. Her body, drenched in pleasure, could only react endlessly.

Eugen tapped Celia’s cheek a couple of times, pondering, then lifted her up into his arms and walked somewhere. Celia, led by his hand away from the bed, looked at him with uneasy eyes. She was asking where they were going. Meeting her gaze, he just smiled with gentle eyes.

That smile made Celia even more puzzled. They had agreed to make a child, to conceive the seed of House Hilbert, so the appropriate place for such acts should be the bed. But where were they going?

Although it was still within the room, walking across the room while both completely n*ked strangely brought forth feelings of embarrassment. The sweat that had formed on their skin from their recent lovemaking was cooling, causing chills.

“Um, Lord Eugen. Where……”

Celia called out, and he once again met her eyes.

Chu.

Then, as if handling something incredibly precious, he kissed Celia’s forehead. Celia blushed and burrowed into his embrace at that simple action.

Despite having engaged in lewd and intense acts of being penetrated below, being shaken mindlessly, and being bitten and sucked all over by him, Celia became even more embarrassed when Eugen kissed her forehead like this. It was a kind of embarrassment she had never felt before, even when he explored her body like a beast — one that was indescribable.

For instance, like the embarrassment of a girl receiving her first kiss from a boy. Having known no man except the Duke who died right after their marriage, she was utterly ignorant about such matters.

Every act he taught her throughout their nights in the bedroom was unfamiliar and exciting. This was true even though she knew it was all just for the purpose of receiving his seed.

It was truly a contemptible thought, yet she entertained such ideas. No matter how sharp and perceptive Eugen was, he couldn’t see through to these thoughts, so imagining it was free. She wanted to indulge in such fantasies, if only in her imagination.

Meanwhile, Eugen seemed to have almost reached his destination and came to a stop.

“…..”

Celia gently raised her head and was startled. What she faced was none other than her own face.

“Why are we here?”

The two were standing in front of a full-length mirror decorated with floral vine patterns around the edges. It was the very mirror that Celia had admired endlessly on her first day here.

“Lord Eugen?”

Celia called out to him carefully again. He then set her down on the floor with a gentle touch.

“Ah……”

As soon as she stood on the floor in an awkward posture, a thick liquid flowed out from between her legs. Embarrassed by the stains wetting the carpet with plop plop sounds, she quickly closed her legs.

“There’s no need for that. I’ll fill you up plenty again.”

“T-That’s…”

“Don’t worry about that and look ahead.”

Eugen, who had moved behind her at some point, pulled Celia’s slender waist towards him. Celia quickly inhaled at the distinct size of his desire pressing against the cleft of her buttocks.

He had already ej*culated inside her countless times. Nevertheless, he was always ready to enter her as if it were the first time, stiff and unyielding.

“L-Lord Eugen.”

Celia started to speak but ended up meeting eyes with herself in the mirror. In it stood a woman with disheveled hair and a face stained with sweat, looking lewd. It was the image of a woman so steeped in carnal desire that she couldn’t hope for salvation, having fallen so far into depravity.

Is that really me?

Celia, overwhelmed with shock, stared at the mirror before quickly turning her head away.

“Don’t look away. Keep watching.”

He said, pressing his c*ck firmly between her buttocks. As Celia flinched and tried to avoid it, he pulled her body flush against his, preventing her from escaping.

“N-No, I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

Eugen’s moist tongue traced the curve of Celia’s ear as he asked.

“It’s too… visible.”

“Too what?”

“…visible.”

Despite there being no light in the room, thanks to the bright full moon outside, the reflection of the two in the mirror was unnecessarily clear. Especially her.

“That’s good.”

Eugen muttered softly before grasping one of Celia’s br*asts fully with his hand.

“Hnngh.”

The response was immediate as he caressed her hypersensitive body. Celia could only resent her body for feeling pleasure from his touch even in this abominable situation.

As his fingertips circled her er*ect n*pples this way and that, her lower body began to tremble involuntarily. Her quivering buttocks ended up stimulating the large c*ck he had pressed against her even more.

He let out a low chuckle at the trembling that seemed to beg him to put it in.

“It keeps flowing out.”

“I’m s-sorry… hic.”

A milky liquid kept trickling out from between her tightly closed legs. The more the flesh pillar behind her rubbed against her, the more it flowed. The liquid dripping down was a mixture of what she was releasing and what the man had sprayed into her.

“I said look.”

His voice returned, having become a bit more forceful. When she still didn’t budge, he let out a small sigh as if he had no choice, then grasped her chin with a gentle but firm touch and turned her face forward.

Her cheeks hurt from how tightly he gripped her chin. But such a sensation was trivial compared to the shock she felt at seeing herself in the mirror.

“The bed… let’s go to the bed. Please? I’ll do anything to receive your seed, so…”

“The act of receiving seed isn’t confined to any particular place.”

“…..”

Hearing those words, Celia felt as if she had been hit on the head with a blunt object.