Eugen took her er*ect peak into his mouth and began to suck strongly.

Slurp, suck.

The carriage was filled with nothing but the sounds of his tongue moving lewdly, the sucking noises, and the sounds Celia made as she barely covered her mouth, struggling to hold back her loud cries.

“Eu, Eugen…… mmm, ah!”

Along with her plaintive crying, his thick, long fingers invaded her tender p*ssy.

Eugen, who had pushed in two fingers at once, quickly increased to three, then four, stirring her insides.

The squelching sounds echoed throughout the carriage, and those sounds entered Celia’s ears again, stimulating her even more.

Above, Eugen was almost biting her, and below, his thick fingers kept entering and exiting, making her wetter.

“Ah, mmm, ahh!”

The relentless movements stirring her below grew increasingly stronger.

Her lower part, which had tightly gripped even two fingers, was now so soaked that it accepted four without difficulty.

When his fingers, digging deeper inside, found her cl*toris and pressed firmly, Celia dug her nails into her husband’s shoulders.

“Eugen, stop…… please stop.”

“Stop what?”

His questioning voice was utterly wicked. He already knew the answer but asked anyway.

The sensation of his hand pressing firmly inside her body felt good, but what she liked most was being properly taken by him.

The hand that had been freely moving in and out of her suddenly stopped.

“I stopped as you wished……”

“No, not that……”

“Not that?”

“The other, thing, mmm, give it to me.”

Even as she made this request, her face flushed red with heat, unable to hide her embarrassment.

“How lewd of you, Duchess.”

He clicked his tongue. However, contrary to his words, Eugen quickly undid his lower garments and pulled out his fully enraged c*ck.

“Please, qui, quickly……”

Celia writhed and begged as soon as she saw his member. She wanted to put it inside her and move her hips as she pleased right away.

She didn’t mind being called a lewd and obscene woman.

“Give, give it to me.”

“What?”

As if telling her to speak properly, he held his swollen c*ck in his hand and stroked it from bottom to top.

Stroke, stroke.

Already fully swollen from the start, it grew increasingly larger with each pass of Eugen’s hand until it reached an astonishing size.

“That, that……”

Unable to finish her sentence, Celia lowered her head, and he held a deep smile on his lips.

He remained steadfast. Only his hands were busy rubbing and stroking his own member.

Thin fluid oozed from the tip of the fully enraged flesh, completely wetting the back of his hand.

Celia had to swallow deeply at that surprisingly obscene sight. Meanwhile, the area between her legs grew even more damp.

Her body, which had been riding his hand, felt empty the moment Eugen’s hand left, and she felt like she would go mad with desire.

“Your, c*ck…… mmm, give it to me.”

Celia barely managed to say through her sobbing. Eugen’s eyes gleamed at those words.

“Say it again.”

The speed at which he stroked his pillar increased. Looking at the thing standing threateningly er*ect, Celia finally surrendered and spoke.

“Your thing…… your c*ck…… please put it in here……”

Seeing Celia crying pitifully, he finally seemed satisfied, licked his lips with his tongue, and then lifted her up and impaled her on his body.

Plunge.

With a wet friction sound, the two joined deeply at once, and simultaneous moans of ecstasy burst from their mouths.

The fluid that had pooled inside Celia flowed down along Eugen’s pillar as soon as it was inserted into her p*ssy.

“Ahhnn……”

After the shock of the sudden insertion subsided, what remained was pleasure consuming her entire body.

Eugen pulled her close and began to thrust deeply while kissing her.

Thrust, thrust.

Lewd, sloppy wet sounds filled the carriage. Eugen firmly held Celia’s swaying waist with both hands and repeatedly thrust upward from below.

“Eugen, ahh, ahhh! Mmm!”

The deep pleasure that washed over her was so intense that she could no longer care about the coachman’s seat.

Bump.

The carriage suddenly bounced, perhaps hitting a large stone, and the two’s connection point rubbed together exquisitely, joining even deeper.

“Ahh!”

Surprised by the unexpected impact, Celia embraced his neck and trembled.

Eugen laid back while holding her.

“Ah……”

Celia suddenly found herself sitting on top of him.

Her husband, lying back, looked like an angel who had fallen from heaven.

Wouldn’t an angel abandoned by God for playing recklessly with his lower body look like that?

While Celia was lost in thought, Eugen firmly gripped her waist with one hand and tilted his head with an arrogant face.

“Move.”

“……”

“Shall I do it?”

Eugen asked in a chilling voice as he grabbed Celia’s b*ttocks with his other hand.

From experience, that wasn’t a good choice. Celia already knew very well how he would transform if she didn’t move first.

“No, no.”

He repeatedly grasped and released her fair b*ttocks that filled his hand.

Seemingly pleased with the soft feeling in his hands, he kneaded Celia’s b*ttocks over and over.

“Then move.”

At his quiet urging, Celia finally began to move her hips slightly.

Even the slightest movement of what filled her inside stimulated her sensitively heated interior, making it difficult for Celia to move even a little.

“Mmm, ahh……”

“Is that all?”

A sighing sound came from below. He looked at the fair br*asts swaying in front of him and suddenly asked.

Slurp.

When he sucked them in at once, Celia’s waist bent again.

“I said move.”

Eugen said, pressing firmly on her bulging belly filled with his c*ck.

Despite his actions, his cold tone made Celia continue what she was doing while tears streamed down her face.

But it still didn’t seem to satisfy him. Finally…

Swish.

Eugen suddenly rose up, embraced her as if pouncing on her, and crushed her onto the carriage seat.

When her back touched the floor covered with soft velvet, Celia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“It seems you need to relearn your wifely duties.”

He whispered in a stern tone, and Celia sincerely begged for forgiveness.

“I’m, I’m sorry. Sob……”

“What shall I do when you’re leaking so much water, my wife.”

He clicked his tongue and licked away the tears hanging from Celia’s eyes. At the same time, he pressed down on their connected lower parts as if crushing them.

“Ahhh!”

Before Celia could twist her body from the deeply transmitted stimulation, his c*ck, which had slipped out, fiercely thrust back in.

Thrust, thrust.

Bodily fluids splashed everywhere, completely ruining the carriage seat.

The servants who would clean this place after they got out would clearly know what the duke and duchess had done in the carriage.

Nevertheless, Celia couldn’t stop him.

No, she didn’t want to.

She buried her face in the broad shoulders of the man who fiercely thrust his lower body against her and let out cries of pleasure.

Unable to withstand the rising pleasure, she bit and scratched his shoulders and arms. But the movements crushing her didn’t slow down for a moment.

It was during this mindless thrusting that—

Eugen, pressing his body close to Celia, exhaled a long breath, and soon ej*culated deep inside his wife’s body.

“……”

Celia closed her eyes as she felt her husband’s s*men spreading inside her.

Eugen separated his body and poured everything into his wife’s body without leaving a drop.

The overflowing white fluid flowed out of her vaginal opening, creating white stains that stretched to the floor.

Finally withdrawing his body, Eugen looked at Celia lying beneath him.

His wife had already fainted. Yet she still tightly gripped his c*ck without letting go.

In the end, he had to hold his unconscious wife and release his desire once more.

The long act ended around the time the carriage arrived at the Hilbert mansion.

When the carriage door opened, Eugen was sitting on the carriage seat holding his wife, who was wrapped in his clothes.

His appearance was tidy, but the duchess wrapped in his clothes, though not showing any skin, clearly looked somewhat disheveled.

“Welcome back.”

The butler and head maid greeted him simultaneously.

They didn’t pay special attention to Celia in Eugen’s arms, but the other maids were curiously looking at the couple until they immediately bowed their heads at Mrs. Letten’s signal.

Eugen nodded in acknowledgment and then entered through the main entrance and began climbing the stairs.

Behind them, the servants who had been waiting for their masters’ return silently dispersed.

* * *

“Mmm……”

Celia slowly opened her eyes at the soft touch on her cheek.

“Are you awake?”

The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was her husband looking down at her with utmost tenderness.

Those deep blue eyes.

Every time she met those eyes, Celia felt her heart swell with emotion.

“Where am I……”

Celia rolled her eyes to examine her surroundings. The familiar space for just the two of them. It was the ducal couple’s bedroom.