Her skin was sweet. The body scent rising from her bitten flesh drove him mad. The skin beneath his palm clung moistly. He simply could not take his hands off her.

‘Saya…’

He was pleased to see the red marks left where he had nibbled. He sucked on her flesh while forcefully suppressing the rising malice within him.

“Mmng.”

She might wake up at this rate. Though he knew he should stop there, it was difficult to do so.

No, deep down, he hoped for her to wake up.

His hand slipped under the blanket and beneath her nightgown, caressing her thigh. The soft, supple skin clung to his fingertips with a plump sensation.

The tip of his tongue prodded and flicked the pointed tip of her br*ast. He licked and sucked the increasingly hardening nub, scraping it with his tongue.

Saya’s eyelids fluttered momentarily but still did not open.

His hand, which had been wandering her thigh, finally pushed aside her underwear and delved in. Squelch. A wet sound emerged beneath his fingers as they slid into the long crevice.

Seeing her respond so diligently even while asleep sent a violently intense desire racing up Constantine’s spine.

“Ah, Saya. You’re wet.”

He whispered near her ear while slowly pushing in his middle finger. His finger penetrated the narrow opening along the slickly wet passage.

“You’ve gotten tight again.”

All that effort I spent widening you last time seems to have been in vain.

His mouth muttered, though it was unclear who he was talking to. Perhaps Caligo’s habits had rubbed off on him.

The hot, wet flesh tightened around his deeply inserted finger. The sensation was so pleasurable it made him shiver, and he began to move his finger.

“Mmng.”

A small but sweet m*an escaped from deep in her throat. Intently watching her slightly furrowed brow, he added another finger. Squelch. Squelch. As he moved his hand back and forth, his thumb burrowed between the mounds to rub the small hidden flesh.

“Hng, ah.”

As the sensitive area was kneaded, her thighs trembled, and finally her eyelids slowly rose.

“…Ah.”

He peppered kisses on her still blinking eyes that seemed unable to grasp the situation, calling her name.

“Saya.”

Though his voice sounded impossibly gentle, his eyes were wicked.

“…Your Grace?”

“You’re calling me that again.”

“When did you… arrive… mm, ah. Hng?!”

Displeased with her calling him Duke, he resumed moving his previously stilled hand. He circled the rounded swollen flesh with his thumb while adding yet another finger below.

“What, ah, suddenly… ah!”

Saya’s face rapidly flushed as she grabbed his forearm between her legs, but she could not stop him.

“I won’t remove my hand until you address me properly.”

He whispered with a languid smile.

His fingers pressed firmly against her inner walls as they entered, stimulating somewhere along the upper canal.

“Ahng, hic!”

Her head tilted back as a sharp cry burst forth.

“Hmm. Perhaps you didn’t want my hand removed after all, hm?”

He murmured while following her exposed neckline with his tongue, licking upward.

“Ah, that’s not it. Hnng… Co-Constantine!”

“Yes. That’s my name.”

He said with an amused voice as he slowly withdrew his fingers.

Taking rough breaths, Saya looked around.

It was still the middle of the night no matter how she looked at it.

Though moonlight seeped through the window, it was pitch dark with no other light source. Yet he moved without hesitation like he’s blessed with superior vision.

“Did you just return?”

She asked, thinking dangerously about why he was back at such an hour, but he seemed to interpret it differently. He asked an unexpected question.

“Did you miss me during this time?”

“…What?”

Rising to position himself above her, he met her gaze and asked,

“Did you not miss me?”

Though it was very dark, she could make out his sharp-featured face right in front of her. And somehow, his seemingly glinting eyes as well.

“I missed you.”

Having only worried occasionally but not really missed him, Saya felt slightly guilty.

“Um. I was… worried.”

Saya whispered, lowering her eyes slightly.

“You were worried?”

Fortunately, he didn’t demand the correct form of address.

“I’ve returned safely without a single injury.”

“Really?”

In the darkness, it would have been difficult to spot any injuries even if he claimed to have them. Instead, she ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, checking for any bandaged areas.

“That’s a relief…”

As her hands moved to the front, Saya was startled.

Unlike his shoulders and arms, she touched bare skin.

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah… well.”

He took her hand to his waist, and soon there was a sound of clothing coming undone. It seemed he had untied the belt of his bathrobe.

“You should…”

He overlapped his hand over hers where she had stopped and slowly moved it downward. Her hand had no choice but to move together with his.

“Check thoroughly…”

The sensation of a firm chest and finely divided abs passing beneath her palm was distinctly felt.

“Ah, um…”

And the hand continued downward without stopping.

“Shouldn’t you, my wife.”

“Nng…”

Oh my god.

Finally, a twitching flesh filled her hand. Unlike its velvety texture, it felt hard yet rough, and it grew even larger with a throb when her hand touched it.

If it were bright, one would have seen her face had turned red enough to burst.

‘How did something this big fit inside me…?’

It was too large to fully grasp in her hand. As she fidgeted with her fingers trying to measure its size, a breath like a gasp escaped his lips.

“Do you need to check if it’s working properly?”

“…Huh?”

He subtly lifted her thigh as he positioned himself.

“No, it, it seems perfectly fine!”

“I’m glad it appears to be working properly.”

He replied with an amused voice.

“Um, ah.”

Without waiting for further argument, he captured her lips while simultaneously pushing aside her underwear below. He aligned himself immediately and began to push in.

Her narrow entrance kept trying to push him out in resistance.

Constantine folded her thigh up halfway in his grip. He spread her legs even wider and mercilessly pushed himself in.

“Hng, ah!”

His shaft dominated her inside, parting the narrow passage. Her reddened entrance stretched tightly.

“Ha. The feeling is incredible.”

“W-wait. Too… ah, ngh!”

“Stop squeezing. I don’t want to finish too quickly.”

He kneaded her br*asts firmly while circling their peaks with his thumbs. Below, he also moved in circles slowly, giving her time to adjust.

“Too, too big…”

“Yet you’re swallowing it so well.”

Constantine grabbed her buttocks with his other hand to spread them as he thr*st upward.

“Uh, that’s not… hah.”

“Oh, but it is.”

Constantine’s manner of speaking was strangely different in bed. But she had neither the mind to comment on it nor analyze it.

Because he suddenly started thrusting vigorously, seemingly satisfied that she had adjusted.

“Haah! Ngh, hic. Ah… Aah!”

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the bedroom. The sensory points in her lower abdomen came alive, sending tingles throughout her body.

Meanwhile, Constantine was watching her from above with gleaming eyes.

Every time he thr*st his hips, her buttocks and thighs quivered, and her br*asts bounced up and down in an obscenely *rotic display.

Her black hair spread like silk against the white bedsheets. Her small white face framed by that hair drew lewd expressions from the pleasure he gave her, stirring his unknown possessiveness and peculiar satisfaction.

‘Ha, this is maddening.’

Every time her insides squeezed him as if trying to devour him, he felt shivers. It felt like several of her small hands were inside her passage, firmly gripping and releasing his shaft.

“Hnng, aah, not there… hic!”

She hated when he stimulated her sensitive spots too intensely. When she felt too much, it scared her, feeling like she would be consumed by the sensation.

But that only made him target those spots more deliberately.

“Hic, ah, too much there…”

“Yet you’re dripping so much when I thr*st here. Do you really hate it?”

“Hah! Please… ah!”

“Hmm. Why do I feel like you’re lying?”

He licked her earlobe with a sinister laugh. Each time he thr*st into the same spot, her whole body twitched and she pounded his shoulders.

“Stop, ah…! No… Aah!”

Her thighs trembled. Seeing her inner walls squeezing him like they’re trying to break him off, he knew she was close to cl*max. Seemingly unwilling to let it end there, he wet his thumb with his tongue and began rapidly stimulating her cl*toris.

“Hah, aah–!”

His vision went black for a moment. Her insides convulsed wildly, squeezing and releasing him. Unable to hold back, he cl*maxed intensely.

“Haa, haa…”

Excessive cl*max felt like being devoured. Her whole body still trembled.

When her senses were heightened and dropped like this, it felt like rolling down a mountain after climbing it, making her body languid, which was why she always asked him not to do this, but Constantine was like a different person in bed.

The usually gentle man would become somewhat forceful at night and push her to her limits.

George Hollander had also been forceful, but it was different. While George Hollander was forceful for his own desires, Constantine was forceful in making sure she felt pleasure.

‘Though he’s also quite forceful about how often we do it and such things.’

The difference was that she had always wanted to genuinely refuse George Hollander at any moment, but with Constantine, even though it was physically demanding, she somehow couldn’t firmly refuse when he subtly began undressing her.

‘If I had suggested doing it only once a month, or only when an heir was needed… That would have been a disaster.’

She suddenly remembered the suggestion she had been about to make to him before their first night. Back then, Constantine seemed as disinterested in bedroom activities as she was.

He had appeared that ascetic.

Though now he seems like a completely different person…

“Ah!”

While she was lost in thought catching her breath, Constantine changed positions. He lay on his back and pulled her on top of him.

His c*ck was still inside her. As she straddled him with her legs spread, the feeling of him reaching too deep inside made Saena swallow a gasp. His d*ck twitched and seemed to harden again inside her tightened abdomen.

“W-wait a moment.”

Her body’s trembling hadn’t even subsided yet… Saena’s pupils shook as she felt his d*ck hardening in real-time inside her. As she tried to raise her body in panic, he pulled her waist down and made her collapse.

“Shh.”

Her br*asts pressed pleasingly between their bodies as she fell onto his chest. He liked the sensation and embraced her back as if holding her.

While holding her like that, he left baby kisses around her cheek as his fingertips began moving along the curve of her spine. His hands followed the slight twitches of response to his fingers as they traced down to the end. Finally, he gripped her buttocks with both hands.

Though it had never ended with just one round, today was too quick.

“Ngh, again?”

His p*nis, now fully *rect, filled her inside completely. It felt like her stomach was full.

“You’re too attractive, that’s why.”

“Hic, liar… mmh.”

He laughed languidly while rhythmically thrusting his hips upward in the opposite direction of his hands gripping her buttocks.

“How is it a lie? I’m being completely sincere.”

“Mmh.”

“As proof, just being near you…”

“Hah.”

“Makes me… haa… act like a beast every time, doesn’t it?”

Saena wanted to shift her body to change the angle to a less sensitive spot, but being subtly forceful in these matters, he once again held her hips in place and began thrusting up as he pleased.

At angles that made her twitch uncontrollably.

“Hic! Aah! Keep hitting there…”

Tears fell from Saena’s eyes as they grew hot from the excessive stimulation.

Even in this kind of darkness… he must have exceptional vision, as he immediately licked her tears away and slowed his pace when she started crying.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Hic, ngh.”

Though he didn’t stop completely.

It seemed the night would grow long again.

Saena closed her eyes as she felt her consciousness gradually being consumed by pleasure.