Vivian dimly realized it. Left like this, he would clearly cage her in a prison of pleasure forever, all in the name of consideration. Words like first time, inexperience, caution, consideration floated through her mind and jabbed at her from all sides. She couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Please, Grand Duke, please.”

Desire finally won over shame.

“Put it in, put it in, please, ah, inside, hng, hurry…….”

Trembling as she forced out each word, she could feel her inner walls clenching tight on their own. Vivian squeezed her eyes shut and begged, nearly sobbing.

“What?”

A sound like held breath, then a fractured voice followed. It wasn’t the blunt, distant tone he kept until now. Swallowing a rough breath, Renard asked in something close to a growl.

“What do you want me to put in?”

This time, he asked knowing full well. It was an impulse he wasn’t conscious of in himself. A dizzying sense grazed the back of his mind, the feeling that the flame he thought he was suppressing had actually been growing unseen and swallowed him whole, but he was already burning and could not stop.

Vivian knew Renard asked on purpose. But the moment for weighing that was long gone. Tears broke from the shame, but she couldn’t spare a thought for them.

Only the instinctive need to fill what her body, heated to its limit, was demanding ruled her. She grabbed at him desperately, like someone who found an oasis in the desert, and pleaded.

“Your c*ck, put your c*ck in. Inside me, yours, hurry, hurry, please…….”

A sound came out like a beast drawing breath.

His fingers pulled out in one motion. The moment the inside, which clenched so tightly around something solid, went empty, a m*an slipped out that was neither relief nor regret. That sound was followed by the hard grinding of teeth.

Vivian was in no state to notice, but Renard’s hands were trembling as he undid his belt. The hands that never shook gripping a sword, never shook standing in the line of fire, lost control now.

The leather came loose and the fabric was pulled down, and what was trapped inside sprang free. Already darkened to a deep red, it was leaking a thick bead of fl*id from the tip.

A heat of unimaginable size settled between her thighs. It drew slowly closer, and the moment it finally touched her entrance, Vivian shivered lightly at the unknown world about to follow. The sensation of slick wet flesh pressing together alone felt like it would blow her mind apart.

But Renard barely kept his trembling hips under his own control. The instinct screaming to bury himself to the hilt right now cracked his voice, yet he did not yield.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

A gentle hand swept the sweat-damp hair from Vivian’s face.

Slowly, the enormous heat began to push inside Vivian.

“Ugh, ah, hng……!”

Vivian swallowed a breath. She thought three fingers were already thick enough, but this was incomparable in size.

Yet the searing pain she braced for never came. Her body, loosened far past the point of need, shed the small tension quickly and focused entirely on feeling the sensation of being filled all the way to the deepest place. Even if there was pain, it seemed like it would have been buried and unreachable beneath the swamp of pleasure.

There was no time to wonder at the absence of pain. The moment the firm tip of the gl*ns, pushing in so slowly, pressed into the deepest place, Vivian peaked with almost absurd ease.

“Ah, ah, ah…….”

The pleasure was too great for her voice to come out. Vivian convulsed, letting out breathless sounds at intervals.

Renard knew she peaked too. The moment he pressed against her cervix, she clenched hard around him and twisted her body.

The inside contracted wildly and swallowed him. It was almost painful for Renard himself. He bit down hard, holding back the urge to tear into her and wreck her completely. Only ragged breath leaked through his teeth.

Renard’s eyes long adjusted to the dark. Even so, he tried not to look directly at Vivian’s face.

And now, for the first time, Renard looked straight at Vivian’s face. Her face, red and wet with tears, came into sharp focus in his sight for the first time. A wretched woman, weeping through her peak with the cursed monster’s thing inside her body.

There was nothing on her face but an expression melted entirely by pleasure.

Not the revulsion, fear, or disappointment Renard feared. Only the pure trembling of pleasure made up her entire being. The moment he understood that, Renard’s arms shook. The veins rose on both arms, straining to keep from crushing Vivian beneath him.

He wanted to move. He felt like he was losing his mind. He wanted to wreck this woman’s insides right now, take her however he wanted, and make her know she was entirely his. From the top of Vivian’s head to the tips of her toes, he wanted to leave his mark on every last inch of her.

But Renard only growled and did not move. He waited for Vivian to adjust to his size and the pressure.

He pressed his forehead to her shoulder as she trembled like she lost her mind. The scent rising from her scattered, damp hair was dizzily sweet. Everything was testing Renard’s patience, but he stroked Vivian’s hair with a trembling hand.

“Tell me right away if it’s too much.”

Vivian’s answer was not what Renard expected. Half out of her mind, she murmured. Her voice was thickly painted with m*ans.

“What do I do? What do I do?”

“Are you in pain? Are you alright?”

Renard’s expression went rigid. But before he could pull back, Vivian’s loose tongue kept going.

“Something’s wrong, it feels too good, what do I do? Something’s wrong, this, something this good, I don’t want it, I’m going strange…….”

Unlike the words of refusal packed into her sentences, her body, slowly growing accustomed to Renard, began to roll her hips in clumsy little jerks. The reason that should have caught on to the fact that she was begging for it drifted away on pleasure long ago.

When her own clumsy movements couldn’t get her the stimulation she wanted, Vivian whined like a child and pulled at Renard.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.”

Renard whispered like he was soothing a child and began to move slowly. He gathered every last scrap of remaining patience and bound the urge to grind into her and tear her apart however he pleased.

For Renard, this first night was not a simple act of relieving his own desire. It was closer to a solemn rite to offer to Vivian, the one person who treated him as a human being, even if only for a single day.

He couldn’t rob her of her joy for the sake of his own paltry pleasure. He began to learn, slowly and relentlessly, exactly as he did when he touched her before.

Instead of pulling out completely, he changed the angle. He twisted slightly inside and rubbed against the front wall he found with his fingers earlier. He watched Vivian’s reactions and shifted the combination little by little.

He pulled out shallowly, paused with just the tip still inside, then drove deep in one thr*st and bore down on the deepest place. He repeatedly pushed in only halfway on purpose, keeping away from the spot she liked, then reversed and stimulated only that spot over and over.

To Vivian it felt almost cruel. It was clear that with each thr*st, his aim was growing more precise. The problem was that the more he worked to please her, the pleasure tightening around him squeezed his lower abdomen to the point of aching.

He somehow swallowed his m*ans through clenched teeth, but he had to bite his tongue at intervals to resist the urge to move however he wanted. His own intention to fill this night with nothing but devoted service was at odds with a body already pushed close to its limit.

Even so, he drew a deep breath and pressed his lips to her ear.

“Where does it feel best?”

“Hng, ah, I don’t know, I don’t…… ahng……!! There, not there, ahhhng!!”

He didn’t wait for an answer. A sharp upward thr*st of his hips made Vivian convulse and twist. Every time that deepest spot, unreachable by fingers, was struck, her mind burned white. Saying no only amounted to admitting that was the right place. Her insides gripped him like they were pulling him in, and her arching hips tried to take him even deeper.

“What do you mean, not there?”

Renard now read the signals her body sent with precision. The same spot was ground against the tip of his gl*ns again. He drove into the exact depth, at the exact angle, where she convulsed and peaked, again and again.

Every time Vivian shook her head sobbing through her peak, her hair fanned out across the sheet. Renard no longer looked away from that sight. Instead, with an expression he himself didn’t know he wore, he took in every single moment of her.