As his imposing size filled her completely,  her stomach, crushed against the mattress, felt like it was being twisted and churned.  A sudden fear gripped her, a sense that something would go terribly wrong if he continued thrusting in this position.

“Too…… Too deep…… Huh.”

Bellota pleaded, but Seiden seemed determined not to heed her pleas this time.  He pressed on, relentlessly, without a word. He lowered his head, licking and sucking on Bellota’s earlobe, her cheek, her lips, her neck, as she thrashed her head from side to side. It was as if he were taking out his frustration, his anger, on her skin with every bite and lick, every thrust of his hips.  Or perhaps, it was a plea of his own.

“Ahhuh!  Hhng, hng!”

Whatever it was, his actions only served to further incite the wicked curse.  Her body, previously paralyzed by fear, adapted to his weight with ridiculous ease.  No, it was more than that.  It was as if her walls had been yearning for this all along, clenching and pulsing around him with a life of their own.  He filled her completely, stretching her tight walls to their limit, refusing to let go.  His c*ck, plundering her from behind, the way her p*ssy gushed and throbbed, clinging to his thickness—it was all so animalistic.  Their lovemaking was like the mating of beasts. 

Soon, Bellota realized that, in the throes of her need, any act, no matter how depraved, became a source of exquisite pleasure.  No, it was the opposite—the more degrading, the more obscene, the more intense the pleasure became. The more her purity was ravaged, the more her dignity and pride were trampled upon. 

But would this ecstasy remain indiscriminate?  Would she feel this same pleasure in the arms of another man, a man who wasn’t Seiden?

The thought struck her like a bolt of lightning, turning everything ugly and terrifying.  No, she didn’t want that.  She didn’t want to feel any pleasure, any joy, if it wasn’t with him, if it wasn’t Seiden holding her.  But that was precisely what the curse desired.

The large bed creaked with every thrust of his hips.  Seiden’s weight bore down on her completely.  He lowered his head, showering kisses on her ear, her earlobe, her cheek, her lips, her neck as she lay with her face turned to the side.

All the pathetic resentment and anger, the love and hate, the clumsy pleas that had worn down and shattered because he could never voice them—he poured them all into Bellota.  Finally, with a surge, he spilled deep inside her, filling her tight warmth.  Even that sensation, the feeling of him emptying himself within her, became an unbearable, exquisite pleasure, and a whimper, something akin to a sob, escaped Bellota’s lips.

“Huh……”

The white fluid, overflowing with nowhere else to go, spilled out, trailing a hot path down her thigh.  The curse rejoiced as its desired offering came pouring out. As if to reward the flesh that had given it this sweet treat, it coiled around him, pulling him closer, her delicate flesh sucking him in, her lower lips kissing his thick shaft.

His firm b*ttocks clenched in a spasm of ecstasy. But after a brief moment of bliss, a desperate need, impossible to ignore, surged back. Seiden, letting out a hot breath, pulled back his still-buried c*ck and flipped Bellota’s body over. As if determined not to give her a moment’s respite, he thrust back into her, filling her unrestrained. Her slick, pliant body trembled as he entered.

“Haa……”

Her trembling moan was swallowed once again by his thick lips.  Every swirl of his tongue against hers sent a jolt of pleasure through her, tightening her wet walls around him. Bellota’s body was exhausted, utterly spent, but this damned curse, far from subsiding, rejoiced, innocently welcoming the renewed assault.

Every thrust against her most sensitive spot sent shivers through Bellota’s body. She bucked and writhed against him, her hips meeting his, her body spilling its pure essence with every thrust. It drove Seiden mad.

This body, how dare anyone. How dare any bastard…

The air in the dark tower grew thick with the sound of their panting breaths and her cries. But no matter how tightly he held her, no matter how completely he filled her, the agonizing emotions churning within Seiden refused to abate. Even now, as he held Bellota in his arms, her voice, the way she had told him to marry Hestina, echoed in his ears. He couldn’t believe it.

“Ha…… Is it truly alright for me to be Her Highness’s man?”

He couldn’t hold back any longer. His voice, thick with unshed tears, whispered the pathetic question into her ear as he lapped at her heated flesh with his tongue. Bellota, her body crumbling beneath him, whimpered, unable to form a coherent response. But it was Seiden who truly wanted to cry.

“Will you really…… abandon me?”

Seiden pleaded, his voice breaking, as he held Bellota, who was on the verge of tears beneath him.

“Tell me honestly. No, even a lie will do……”

Bellota was sobbing so uncontrollably that Seiden wondered if she could even hear him, but still, he whispered.

“Tell me not to marry the princess……”

“Ah……!”

“Please…… say it.”

His lips, trembling with anguish, brushed against hers as she moaned.

“Please……”

At his plea, Bellota’s tear-filled eyes flickered with a deep sadness. The last vestiges of her reason screamed at her, a desperate plea that this was wrong, but that formidable willpower crumbled effortlessly in the face of the curse.

This curse was truly, horrifically cruel. Bellota realized that the real curse wasn’t the lust that consumed her. It was this feeling, this something that was spreading uncontrollably within her chest, that would be her undoing. And even though she knew it, she was still foolish enough to……

Her pale fingers, clutching at his shoulders, turned white as blood rushed to their tips.  Her lips, trembling pitifully, moved with difficulty.

“How can I……”

Tears continued to stream down her face.

“Hold onto you……”

Bellota, baring her raw, vulnerable heart, choked on her words, unable to finish the sentence. But Seiden, desperate for any sliver of hope, didn’t miss the genuine emotion that had slipped out. His breath hitched.

He kissed her again, his lips finding hers as he pushed deeper inside her, his movements filled with a heartbreaking tenderness.  Of course.  The realization that he himself was the cause of her decision, that he was the reason behind her pain, brought him a perverse sense of relief.

Bellota—this kind, selfless woman, was laboring under the delusion that she was the one holding him back. The guilt stemming from that delusion was what had driven her to this.  She had no idea how twisted, how wrong, her perception was.

“It’s alright.”

He whispered, his voice a broken rasp, his eyes locked on hers.

“It’s alright for you to do so.”

He gently took her hand, which had found its way to his chest, and enclosed it in his own.

“So please, tell me.”

“Huh……!”

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

“Please……”

Seiden’s lips trailed up her chin, to her cheek, to her ear, whispering desperate pleas against her skin.  His pleas finally slipped past her defenses, worming their way into her ears, and Bellota could no longer hold on.

Bellota looked at Seiden with tear-filled eyes. 

“Don’t…… Don’t do it……”

The moment Bellota’s true feelings slipped out, escaping through the tiniest crack in her resolve, they became an unstoppable torrent. She hated it. The mere thought of Seiden and Hestina married, becoming husband and wife, was agonizing. Every time she imagined the two of them, a beautiful couple, a sharp pain stabbed at her heart.  The thought of what this pain meant, what it revealed about her, terrified her.

“I don’t…… want you to……” 

She begged, her voice choked with sobs. 

“Don’t do it. Huh, you can’t……”

Bellota couldn’t bear to look at him, squeezing her eyes shut. Her reason had completely abandoned her, yet for some reason, her shame remained, clinging stubbornly to her heart, tormenting her. She was so ashamed of these feelings—these negative, selfish desires that were welling up inside her. Ashamed of becoming such a petty, awful, selfish woman. And yet……

“Please, don’t do it……”

Her voice, thick with arousal, trembled as she spoke. The heat of her desire was enough to finally quiet the torment in Seiden’s mind.  He gently lifted her chin, his lips finding hers once more as she buried her face in his neck.

This was enough. This was more than enough. Even if it meant he would never marry, growing old and dying alone. Even if it meant he would never hold another woman, his body wasting away, it didn’t matter.  This single sentence from Bellota’s lips was enough to make up for it all.

Seiden’s lips moved over hers, then down to her jaw, her neck, each touch drawing a deeper moan from her. He suckled at her br*asts, exposed by her disheveled clothing, and a soft whimper escaped her.