For Akan, who had lost everything else he cared about, Robellia was all that was left. Even if she was the one who had caused him to lose everything, she was what was left. And so, even if he couldn’t forgive her, he could stop hating her here. Holding her frail body, he pressed into her once more, their shared warmth enveloping them.

Robellia’s panting breaths filled the air and rang in his ears, but for the first time they didn’t bother him at all. Akan’s aversion to noise had begun in his days as a slave, when solitude was an impossibility. Even after escaping that life, he still couldn’t stand the sound of people’s voices. Silencing others made it easier to stop seeing them as people altogether.

“Akan… I’m not hurt, so… hngh.”

While Akan moved at a leisurely pace, Robellia was overwhelmed with restless impatience, unable to contain herself. Her flushed face and soft, pleading lips begging for more were heartbreakingly endearing. Yes. She was unbearably, painfully adorable.

Unable to resist, Akan silenced Robellia’s still moving lips with his own. This was not a light, gentle kiss like the ones they had shared before – tentative touches of lips and careful intertwining of tongues. This kiss was demanding, rough, as if it demanded every breath and every drop of her being. Robellia exhaled shallowly through her nose, opening herself willingly to the predator that had seized her with such relentless intensity.

Akan’s tongue explored every inch of her tender inner flesh, entwining with hers so fiercely that the root of his tongue throbbed with the effort. But it wasn’t just his tongue that made its presence felt. He wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and began to move his hips with fervent intensity. His hardened p*nis, stiffer than usual, grazed her inner walls with each thrust, striking deep inside her.

Thanks to the abundant lubrication that pooled and overflowed, Robellia felt nothing but pure pleasure. Her heaving br*asts pressed and rubbed against Akan’s firm chest, their sensitive nubs further stimulated by the friction. Each time, the stiffened n*pples sent jolts of heightened *rousal through her. Her breathless, high-pitched moans bubbled up from her throat, but were consumed by Akan’s relentless kisses, leaving only faint, gasping sounds to escape through her nose.

The heat that filled her completely made Robellia’s chest swell with emotion. The searing fire that felt like it was burning her from the inside out wasn’t from hate, but from something else entirely. Even if it only lasted for a fleeting moment, it was enough for her. In the midst of the intense movement, Robellia was no longer a witch or a princess – she was simply Robellia.

“Ah, hngh, Akan…!”

Akan, who shook her to the core, was neither an emperor nor the Duke of Roxas. Even if his feelings weren’t as deep as hers, Robellia didn’t care. As long as he desired her, not as a title or a tool, but as a woman, even if it was purely physical, it was still sweet to her. Her heart swelled endlessly, full to the brim.

The heat that poured into her between her fully spread legs burned like fire. Akan’s violet eyes, fixed on her, also burned with an intensity that mirrored the flames. Even though this fire was an eternal hellfire that would consume her entire being, Robellia wished she could stay in this moment forever.

Her vision continued to blur, her heavy eyelids fluttering weakly. Akan’s lips fell softly on her eyelids, light as a butterfly’s wings. The tender gesture stirred her heart with an overwhelming pain. What they had lost was so beautiful, so precious, that it made this fleeting connection all the more profound.

Each time his p*nis pressed deeper against her tightening walls, an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through Robellia. The endless waves of sensation naturally lifted her higher. With each powerful thrust, where their hips met with no space between them, the most sensitive parts of her were constantly pressed and rubbed. Her toes curled and her whole body tensed instinctively.

The relentless grip of her inner walls drew a low moan from Akan’s throat, unable to suppress the sound of his effort and pleasure.

“Does it… hurt?”

At Akan’s profound question, Robellia shook her head. Her body didn’t hurt and she wasn’t uncomfortable. As for the pain in her heart, she decided not to mention it. Even this awkward kindness was enough to make her happy.

She fought to steady her heart, which kept threatening to weaken under the weight of her happiness. Robellia knew only too well that this moment was an illusion, built on the premise that it would only happen once. Any rash desire to hold on to it would only cause it to vanish like a fleeting bubble.

“Haa… no. Hngh, it feels… good.”

The sound of her panting concealed the faint sobs beneath. Robellia, her face flushed with excitement, smiled brightly – a natural, carefree expression. She wished Akan would forget her completely, but if that wasn’t possible, she hoped he would at least remember her smiling face.

Akan’s eyes wavered slightly, betraying emotions he couldn’t quite hide. His deep, heated breaths brushed against her collarbone, tickling her skin.

The unfamiliar sensations left Akan as overwhelmed as Robellia. The passion he hadn’t even realised was still inside him filled his entire being, spilling over as if it couldn’t be contained.

The throbbing rigidity of his p*nis, swollen to the point of pain, felt almost absurd to Akan. He’d hated his body for reacting with excitement even when he didn’t want to, but now the pulsing sensation, as if his heart was moving there, was quite different. It was as if his mind had been persuaded by his body to find it natural and inevitable to feel desire for Robellia.

With each deep thrust, her softened inner walls enveloped him in a soft, yielding embrace. The intense movements caused her *rousal to spill over, soaking her p*bic hair and leaving his lower abdomen slick. Even this sensation pleased him, causing him to move his hips with even more fervour, making louder, dirtier sounds as their bodies met. He felt like a shameless, primitive b*ast, but the strange thing was – he didn’t mind. Maybe he really had gone mad.

“Haa, hngh! Ahh!”

Akan gently cradled her tear-filled face as Robellia, with what little strength she had, wrapped her arms around his neck. The comforting weight of her embrace sent a wave of pleasure so intense it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The climax that had been precariously held back suddenly surged forward.

Driven by instinct, Akan thrust his p*nis deep, pressing hard against the furthest point he could reach. Robellia’s legs, wrapped tightly around his waist, tensed and her inner walls contracted reflexively around him.

“Hngh…! Ah!”

“Robel… ah, hnngh…”

The accumulated heat spilled out all at once. Akan held Robellia tightly in his arms as he released himself inside her in several long, intense spurts. Each time his c*m shot through his urethra, his hips jerked involuntarily. A deep, overwhelming satisfaction, unlike anything he’d ever experienced, left Akan unable to suppress the unseemly sounds that escaped his lips.

As the last drop was drawn out, leaving his urethra empty, the familiar feeling of emptiness followed. For someone like Akan, who had always regarded *jaculation as nothing more than an act of expulsion, it was usually an unpleasant sensation – but today was different. A rare, languid sense of fulfilment eased the tension in his chest.

As the heat of the moment faded, his consciousness gradually returned. Their n*ked bodies, drenched in sweat, clung together. When Akan pulled away slightly, the sudden chill made Robellia shiver.

He thought of covering her with something. Akan withdrew his now partially softened p*nis from between her slightly parted legs. Robellia felt a strange sensation as the fullness inside her left her, one that wasn’t quite emptiness, but a lingering sense of loss.

“Hngh…”

Half-conscious, Robellia blushed furiously at the sound that had escaped her lips. Her voice, slightly raspy and tinged with a nasal moan, was so sultry even to her own ears that she felt utterly embarrassed. There was no need to ask how it sounded to Akan – the proof was in his half-softened p*nis, which immediately hardened again.

Overwhelmed with shame, Robellia squeezed her eyes shut. The rustling of the blankets was all she could hear as Akan remained silent.

“I’ll warm you up again.”