Mother, oh Mother, my Fairy Mother,  

The one who subdued Rionemur,  

The harsh and strong Winter Mother,  

With your great power that even freezes love itself—  

Could I stake my meager happiness upon it?  

My wish is…

“…Hah!”

In an instant, something rammed into her from behind. As Shati was pressed against the console, the weight of the man atop her caused her hipbone to ache against the edge. Her chest was flattened, squeezing the breath out of her. She had to make an effort not to bite her tongue as he thrust and pushed.

“Hah, ugh, ah, ahh, hah…!”

Fragmented sounds spilled from her lips, broken by the pressure and pain. The man—her lover, the knight who had given her a name, the luck of her lifetime, the young master of the Montferdia Ducal House—silently continued his thrusting while pinning her slender wrists behind her back with his large hands.

“Ka, Karel, Ka… Hah.”

His thick and rigid member repeatedly plunged between her b*ttocks under the hastily lifted skirt. Thud, thud, thud—the sound of their flesh colliding filled the room.

“Ugh, ahh, hah, mm…”

His swollen er*ction pressed firmly against her folds. The sudden penetration caused a dry friction at first, but the contact area gradually began to moisten.

Whenever he returned from the royal palace, the man would hold her like this, with urgency. Sometimes there was f*replay, but more often, there was not even a word exchanged. As if he could no longer endure the restraint required within the elegant and cumbersome shell of courtly etiquette, he would burst forth, unable to hold back any longer, and take her.

“Your face… ah, let me see…”

Her words crumbled into silence as Karel’s rough hand seized her cheek. Shati’s upper body was turned by his grip, and his sculpted, handsome face came close to hers. Though her back ached from their joined position, she felt relieved to finally see his face.

The moment Shati managed to cradle his cheek in her hand, his lips devoured hers entirely. He bit down as though to consume her soft, plump lips, then shoved his thick tongue between her teeth. Shati clung desperately to the invading force, intertwining her fragile flesh with his.

It was a forceful kiss, no different from their first encounter months ago. If learning to be adept at kissing meant considering the other person’s feelings, then Karel’s kisses would never become skilled. Yet, Shati was desperate to receive his kisses, even if just a little more. Standing on tiptoe to accommodate his towering height, she strained her neck upward to reach him. In response to her pleading, his tongue delved deeper into her small mouth. Meanwhile, the hands that had bound her wrists slipped inside her negligée.

“Ugh… mm…”

The way he grasped her flesh was rough enough to leave marks. Her pale skin spilled between his thick fingers. As if to deepen their loose connection, Karel’s arm, which had been gripping her chin, pulled her waist closer. Gasping for air, Shati clung to his lips, her chest heaving under his unyielding embrace.

As Karel kneaded her br*asts with his hands and Shati clung to his breath as though it were the only air she could breathe, he suddenly pulled his lips away. A translucent strand stretched between their mouths, which his tongue quickly swept away.

“Brace yourself.”

“Yes…”

As he stepped back slightly, Karel gestured briefly toward the console where Shati had been leaning. Obediently, she placed her delicate fingertips on the cold marble surface.

“…Ahh!”

As if to make up for the pause, he thrust deeply. Thud—the force of his penetration made her insides ache. Shati’s fingertips turned white as they pressed against the console.

“Ah, it hurts… hah, wait, please, ugh…”

No matter what sounds spilled from Shati’s lips, the man continued his relentless thrusting in silence. His movements were like those of someone being chased by something unseen.

Thud, thud, thud—the console rattled in time with his urgent thrusts. Though the slender, elegant legs of the console bore the weight of two people, neither Shati’s body nor the furniture would collapse, as Karel held her tightly against himself.

Bound firmly by his arms, Shati felt the heavy pillar of his flesh relentlessly expanding her insides. Without prior lubrication, it would have been unbearable. His thick shaft stretched her walls as if to claim every inch, leaving no fold untouched.

“Ugh, ahh…!”

As though determined to fold her into his embrace, Karel’s arms tightened around her, his grip on her chest growing firmer. It hurt, but during such moments, Shati felt as if Karel couldn’t bear not to have her. Every time her name lingered in the mouth of the normally reticent man, it felt like he was yearning for her. The weight of his desire, expressed through their union, filled her with overwhelming emotion.

When, inevitably, she too was consumed by the pleasure of their rough lovemaking, Shati thought of the liquid dripping from their connection, merging with his essence, and imagined them becoming one.

His tip scraped against her sensitive inner walls, which trembled and clenched in response. The rhythm of his thrusting quickened.

“Hah, ahh…!”

“Shati, Shati…”

As he neared his climax, Karel repeated her name endlessly.

“Shati, Sha… hah, Shati…”

Dozens, hundreds of times, until he reached the peak of release within her, he called out the name he had given her. In those moments, Karel seemed like a man who could only breathe by uttering her name.

This strong and noble man, staking everything on something as simple as her name—it was, to Shati, unmistakable love. The one stroke of fortune bestowed upon her by the Fairy Mother. That this beautiful, powerful man desired her insignificant self.

“Karel, ugh, ahh, Ka… Karel…”

If the longing in your gaze as you lust after me is not love,  

If the heart that pulled me from a world full of people kneeling before you is not love,  

Then what else could it be?

“Sha… hah.”

The thick shaft withdrew from her, pulsing violently in his hand. Soon, hot liquid splattered, trickling down her offered b*ttocks.

Hah, hah, hah—only the sound of their uneven breathing echoed in the room for a while.

“Clean it up.”

“Yes, yes…”

Without a moment to savor the aftermath, Shati quickly grabbed a linen cloth and wiped the fluid from her body and the floor. Karel watched her with a detached gaze, his expression unreadable. The moment she folded the used cloth and set it aside, her body was lifted into the air.

Familiar bedding pressed against her back. Under the canopy ceiling, Karel’s figure loomed, casting a shadow over her vision. His still-partially er*ect shaft twitched, the heat not fully dissipated.

“Ah, um…”

Shati’s violet eyes brimmed with tears. Seeing this, a faint smile flickered at the corner of Karel’s lips.

“What? You don’t want to?”

“N-no, that’s not…”

“You made me like this.”

With a few motions, he was fully er*ect again, aiming himself at her exposed body. Lowering himself over her, Karel’s eyes gleamed with a lust so intense that those who praised him as a noble and strong warrior would never imagine it.

“You turned me into a fool who gets hard just by looking at you.”

“K-Karel, that’s…”

“Isn’t that right?”

His question, deceptively gentle, left her no choice. Shati nodded weakly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

And then, he entered her again.

“Ahh…!”

Yes.  

If the best thing I can offer you is this face,  

If the body you hold when you can no longer endure brings you joy,  

Then yes, I am Shati.  

Your Shati, who you saved.