She neither denied nor affirmed, simply letting out a thin moan.

No, she fully exposed her cl*toris with her fingertips, pulling it back. Begging him to press his gl*ns against it and devour it.

Having experienced multiple orgasms from having her cl*toris rubbed by his c*ck for some time, she now fully craved that stimulation. Edgar, sensing this, smiled with pleasure.

“I’m happy that the things you enjoy are increasing.”

Soon, his hard gl*ns began pressing down on her er*ect cl*toris. Like before, as he repeatedly stamped the protrusion with the tip of his c*ck as if marking it, sticky fluid stretched beneath her l*bia.

“Ah, hnn……”

Her widely spread p*ssy revealed its excitement without filter under the sunlight. It pulsed open and closed, and her cl*t, happy to be pressed against his c*ck, twitched and nodded eagerly.

After pausing briefly to survey this lewd sight, Edgar once again grabbed his c*ck and pressed it down on her cl*toris. This time, he alternated between rubbing it deeply and pulling away.

The viscous fluid flowing from the tip of his gl*ns stuck to her protrusion and stretched. As his large head pounded against her entrance with pressure, Shasha lost her composure and moaned.

Her fingers gripping the backs of her knees tightened. With her toes curled tightly, exposing her p*ssy even more, she cried out in pleasure.

“Ah…!”

Her empty inner walls seemed to quickly express their disappointment, but such signals could be put aside. Just as Edgar had said, she enjoyed having her er*ect cl*toris pressed against his c*ck. This had been clear from the moment she exposed herself, asking for that act.

It was laughable now that she had once chided him for being perverted. Shasha gazed at her husband with eyes thoroughly softened by pleasure.

“It feels good… Ed.”

At the hazy affirmation and the sound of his name, the man’s eyes curved gently. He breathed deeply and stroked her wet hair. Then, burying his nose against her skin, he inhaled her scent and smiled.

“Yeah, that’s right. Was it good enough that you wanted me to do it again like this?”

But I want to give attention to other pretty places too.

Though his tone was affectionate, his voice was already heavily mixed with the hoarseness of arousal. With those words, Edgar began moving his gl*ns up and down her entire p*ssy. Not just her cl*toris, but roughly reaching all the way to her entrance that was pulsing and spilling fluid.

“Ah, mmm…!”

He teased her sensitive cl*toris, thoroughly soaked with prec*m, and circled her l*bia as if to spread her entrance.

Soon, with her climax, Shasha’s lower body convulsed and bounced uncontrollably. This caused their g*nitals, which were close together, to unintentionally mesh several more times. Unable to regain her senses as intense sensations fell one after another, she continuously released moans mixed with sobs.

And when she shuddered her hips once more, the organ that had been pressing against her below suddenly penetrated her hole.

“Ah, hah…!”

The black pupils within her violet eyes dilated widely. The thrusting that stirred her trembling p*ssy continued slowly yet heavily. Edgar slowly split her inner walls as if engraving each vein of his c*ck into her, and then ground his lower body firmly while pressing his hips down.

When Shasha sobbed at the sensation of him crushing her cervix, he would thrust into her with audible impacts, but soon slow his pace again as if to tease her.

“Hnng… ah……”

Her cl*toris, which had become fully er*ect from the stimulation before penetration, was now crushed between their joining parts. Though it wasn’t rough lovemaking, the man, who knew every part of Shasha’s body well, skillfully drew out her pleasure.

Before the lukewarm breeze could cool her sweat, ensuring the twitching of her curled toes wouldn’t stop, Shasha trembled with shallow orgasms that continued without explosion. Then she met her husband’s curved blue eyes. He asked her in a voice tinged with amusement:

“Shasha, may I drink?”

Though it was a sudden request for refreshment, Shasha easily understood what he meant. As she slowly nodded, the man, who had been skillfully thrusting, pulled down the neckline of her dress that she hadn’t fully removed.

One br*ast spilled out from her disheveled clothes and began to sway. He traced the red protrusion, wet with moisture, once with the tip of his thumb, and then lowered his head.

“Ha, ah……”

Shasha’s eyebrows stretched fully at the sensation of lips biting her the tip of her br*ast.

His thick tongue wrapped around the plump n*pple and flicked it intensely. Like a man who had sucked her br*asts and swallowed her br*ast milk almost every night, he began skillfully receiving her milk.

He fiddled with the n*pple captured between his lips, scratched the stiff protrusion with the tip of his tongue to stimulate it, and finally sucked it hard while concentrating enough to furrow his brow.

“Ha……”

As always, he released his excited breath over her wet n*pple. While repeatedly smacking his lips against the ar*ola thoroughly soaked with br*ast milk, her other br*ast was also exposed.

He took the less ripened n*pple on the other side into his mouth in one go. Shasha’s breathing grew ragged as the protrusion became deeply entangled with his tongue. Along with the sound of him urgently swallowing to wet his throat, his thrusting, which had temporarily slowed, gradually increased in speed.

Her cervix, being pounded firmly, began to twitch and suck on his gl*ns. As wet sounds accumulated, Shasha embraced Edgar’s head as he sucked her br*asts.

Sunlight shattered across her blurred vision. Perhaps her vision was flickering from the sensations he was giving her. The sound of their joining parts had already changed to obscene, sloshing wet sounds.

“Ah, ah…! Ah!”

Edgar began to freely stir her heated inner walls with slow movements. His thick pillar, covered in sticky fluid, traveled back and forth fiercely.

Shasha closed her eyes tightly, surrendering her body to the repeatedly pouring pleasure. Meanwhile, she savored the weight of the man who had removed his mouth from her br*ast and was now pressing down on her body, embracing him even more. And into the ear of the man who had come closer, she poured words mixed with ragged breaths.

Words like saying she loved him, promising she wouldn’t go anywhere without him.

Such words that would redden the eyes of a man who was quite tearful when it came to her, continuously.

“Shasha, you’re pretty.”

Shasha’s eyes narrowed gently at the sudden indiscriminate compliment. It was because the voice of her young son who gave that compliment contained a tenderness similar to her husband’s.

‘But the content itself is something he learned from Ed.’

The first word that Theodore spoke when he began talking wasn’t mom or dad, but “Shasha.” Next, he learned to say pretty and cute, and that continued to form his current habit.

The habit of saying the very sweet words “Shasha, you’re pretty” whenever their eyes met, just like moments ago. When he was younger than now, when he didn’t really know what he was saying, he probably thought it was something like his mother’s name.

Judging by how he would say things like “Shasha pretty, cold” after learning words like cold and hot.

It was an understandable misunderstanding. After all, Edgar said such things to her all the time.

“Shasha, you look even prettier today.”

And as a consequence, he now said things like that.

It was very funny and cute how he said such cheesy things with a face that resembled hers, somewhat indifferent.

‘Though it’s a bit embarrassing when father and son do it at the same time.’

“Thank you, Theo. You’re pretty too.”

Shasha chuckled playfully in response and took Theodore’s small hand as she spotted a man crossing the garden, visible through the window.

“Let’s go to Dad.”

“Yes, to the puppy.”

“…You should call him Dad.”

Theodore burst into clear laughter at her startled correction. Shasha sighed, making a mental note to be more careful with her words in front of the child.

“Shasha! Theo!”

But that was only for a moment. Seeing the man running toward them with a bright smile, Shasha forgot her startled feeling and ended up smiling with the same expression as him.

It was a peaceful moment.

A romance fantasy novel titled [Grace], featuring a genius swordswoman protagonist and a great mage male lead, with the main content being the power struggles between nobles and the imperial family.

A very, very peaceful moment that continued endlessly even after all those pages had been turned.

End of Side Story.