Elizaveta recalled the rumors surrounding the Crown Prince. Horrifying tales of how he fed the limbs of those who displeased him to wild beasts, sent their wives to labor camps, and sold their daughters as s*x slaves to old men. 

She had never witnessed such things with her own eyes, but regardless, those rumors had helped her fear the Crown Prince’s cruel nature—enough to make her imagine the worst possible end for House Diker.

‘I have to endure tonight. For my beloved family.’

“Please forgive me, Your Highness.”

A pitiful sob burst from the end of her plea for forgiveness.

“Shh.”

Nikolai carefully embraced her half-n*ked body, trembling like an aspen leaf.

“How could I ever whip you?”

As he murmured low, his hand holding her shoulder tightened.

“Your first time deserves consideration.”

“Your Highness… sob…”

“I’m glad to be Elizaveta’s first. That alone brings me enough joy.”

His hand stroking Elizaveta’s skin trembled somewhat.

“So stop. If people see a new bride crying in the bridal chamber, won’t they think me half a husband who can’t even fulfill his duties?”

He was skilled at soothing a crying child.

How could this scoundrel, who had no respect for humans—let alone children—be so tender and affectionate?

Elizaveta wiped her tears while recalling the wild rumors she’d heard about the Crown Prince—vicious nicknames calling him trash or a murderous demon.

“Elizaveta. You are my eternal and only heaven.”

And she realized.

Those rumors had been completely wrong from start to finish.

“…Take me as you wish, Your Highness.”

She slowly revealed the br*asts she had been covering with both arms.

Nikolai’s widening eyes lingered on her white br*asts for a long while.

“I want to become a cradle like heaven for Your Highness. So please, hurry and… gasp!”

The gentlemanly consideration from moments ago vanished without a trace. He roughly grabbed her br*asts and showered her with fierce kisses.

His kissing skills were clumsy, hasty, and overly greedy.

Even Elizaveta, who had no experience with men, could easily tell his kisses were terrible. They were violent, giving her no room to breathe, making her uncomfortable.

“Gasp. Ha. Huff, huff. Y-Your Highness, huff.”

Her br*asts hurt from his kneading without any control over strength.

“Your Highness. I can’t, huff. I can’t breathe, haah.”

“Ah.”

The kiss between two inexperienced people was truly chaotic.

“Sorry, gasp. I’m sorry.”

Her face, breathless and panting, became covered in Nikolai’s saliva. He wiped her lips with an apologetic expression.

“The night is long, and I belong only to Your Highness. So take your time…”

Elizaveta’s shy whisper was as thick as a well-worn woman’s seduction.

“Ah. Elizaveta. You really are…”

Nikolai, letting out a low groan, grasped her br*asts again, slowly this time. His grip was much gentler than before.

Soon he slowly licked her lips. At the same time, the thumb of the hand holding her br*ast began drawing circles around her ar*ola and n*pple.

“Ah. Mmm. Your… Highness…”

Strange sounds came from his breath as he sucked her lips. Combined with the sensation of skin being rubbed by his thumb, she became so sensitive that her n*pples stood er*ect.

Ah. He truly is an experienced man. With just kisses and fingertips, he makes her anxious.

Elizaveta easily deduced that the dizziness she felt for the first time was pleasure.

“Elizaveta.”

When she was deeply immersed in the kiss, Nikolai called to her.

“I’m finding it a bit hard to hold back now.”

He took her hand. Then he placed that small hand on his swollen p*nis.

“Th-this is…”

“I have to put all of this inside you. From beginning to end.”

“Be… beginning… to… end…?”

Not knowing where the beginning was or where the end might be, Elizaveta slowly rubbed the bulging head of Nikolai’s c*ck, then slowly passed the thick shaft until she reached the end of the root covered in dense forest.

The head was smooth and the rod pointing toward the sky was hot. It took quite a while to fully trace the entire length down to its root.

“How can something this long and big fit inside me…”

“Ah. Elizaveta. Mmm.”

Elizaveta belatedly realized that Nikolai’s hips had jerked several times while her slender fingers traced his p*nis.

“For… forgive my rudeness, Your Highness.”

“No. It felt too good.”

He grabbed her small hand again and brought it back to his er*ect member.

“Do it one more time.”

“H-how… like this, Your Highness?”

“Ah. Yes, good. Aah, Elizaveta…”

Elizaveta’s touch became a bit bolder. Unlike before when she merely stroked it, she now gripped the massive c*ck with force in her hand. Then as she moved it slowly up and down, the hole in the twitching cockhead repeatedly opened and closed.

“Mmm…!”

Clear dew formed at the twitching hole. Her innocent gaze couldn’t tear away from that fascinating sight.

Then a very small spot on his gl*ns caught her eye. It was so small and faint that it would hardly be noticeable under normal circumstances.

So moles can appear even there.

Elizaveta alternated between looking at his c*ck hole and the small spot, briefly marveling at the mysteries of the human body.

“Ah! Ah!”

Not knowing how devoutly she approached this act, the man merely growled low breaths.

Nikolai’s brow furrowed as he placed his palm over the back of her hand and violently guided the up-and-down motion of his c*ck.

“Ah!”

Soon the thick white fluid that spurted out thoroughly soaked Elizaveta’s delicate hand.

“Haah. This is…”

It was the s*men she had only heard about in words.

To think she would witness with her own eyes the strange sight of s*men coming out of a man’s g*nitals.

It’s hot and sticky. It has a musty smell. This smell, like the stuffy and strange scent from chestnut blossoms that fell on autumn nights…

Both of Elizaveta’s ears turned bright red.

“I couldn’t hold back. Your body temperature is too lewd and stimulating.”

Nikolai’s voice after ej*culating once became much more languid and gentle than before. His appearance overflowed with dignity, like a predator that had eaten its fill.

“It wouldn’t be fair if only I felt good.”

He soon laid Elizaveta on the bed. Her golden hair fluttered like butterflies on the pure white bedding. It was a romantic sight like a painting.

No, perhaps such a beautiful painting existed only in Nikolai’s fantasy. Perfect beauty like Elizaveta before his eyes existed nowhere else in the world. This beauty belonged only to Elizaveta.

“Your first time might hurt.”

Panting with low breaths, he pulled his body slightly away from her and slowly savored her n*ked form.

Her n*ked figure was adorable. However, her br*asts were white and voluptuous, and they even swayed lustfully according to Nikolai’s touch.

Her slender waist, the graceful curves leading to her pelvis, her smooth thighs without a single scar.

There wasn’t a single part that wasn’t beautiful.

“With my tongue, step by step…”

Among them, what pleased Nikolai most was her vaginal opening, still maintaining its bud state without fully blooming.

The closed p*ssy aroused his dirty desires and greed, but he had to grit his teeth and endure.

He had clearly promised to cherish and consider her first time. A true husband and monarch must take responsibility for his words, mustn’t he?

“Mmm…”

The man’s tongue touched every corner of her b*ttocks. Elizaveta twisted her waist.

“Your Highness… a bit more…”

She spread her legs herself. Such a vulgar yet noble plea.

“You were born lewd, Elizaveta.”

“Hngh!”

Nikolai’s patience hit rock bottom. He finally thrust his ferocious c*ck roughly inside her.

“Ah! Your Highness! Mmm!”

“What.”

“Too much! Ah! Too much!”

“Too much what?”

Swoosh.

As he slowly withdrew his member that hadn’t even penetrated halfway, the vaginal wall muscles clung so tightly to his c*ck and convulsed that Nikolai almost ej*culated, forgetting to continue the piston motion.

“Too… big…”

Thud.

“Hyaang!”

Nikolai, barely overcoming the urge to ej*culate, clenched his molars and mercilessly thrust in the rest of his c*ck.

“Your Highness! Your Highness!”

Elizaveta clung to Nikolai’s neck and began sobbing.

“Does it hurt?”

“Aah! Ahh!”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes!”

“Is that an answer, or a moan crushed by pleasure? Elizaveta, tell me.”

“Yes! Ah! Your! Highness!”

Squelching water began gushing from the narrow, dry deep well.

The c*ck rooted in virgin soil was still overwhelming for Elizaveta, but the pleasure that overwhelming pain brought was thrilling and intense beyond any words. 

They said there wasn’t a woman in the capital who hadn’t been with him, and truly, his thrusting was incomparably skilled.

“Elizaveta. Kiss me.”

Grabbing the chin of her who only cried while soaked in unfamiliar pleasure, Nikolai showered her with kisses. Even during this, lewdly obscene moans burst from Elizaveta’s mouth.

“I can’t, I can’t take it anymore! Please! Haah! Ugh!”

“Me neither. Gasp. Ah!”

“Like before, to me, huff! My bare lower body, hngh! With Your Highness’s lewd fluid, soak it!”

More stimulating than her white, slender nakedness were the obscene words excellent at bewitching men. 

While Elizaveta’s body, which had been awkwardly stiff, grew accustomed to the man’s, she moaned prettily and whispered lewdly. Like a woman born with refined talent for taming men.

“Haah. My wanton and precious Elizaveta.”

Completely captivated by her and reaching premature pleasure, Nikolai’s hip thrusts became rough like a beast.

After several strong insertions and tightenings, he finally ej*culated. A tremendous amount of s*men, enough to thoroughly soak her vaginal opening and then some, just like she had asked.

“Aah. Mmm. Nngh…”

Her still-trembling p*ssy anxiously quivered.

Nikolai gazed at her lovingly and sucked every corner of her body.

“From now on, I’ll serve only you, Elizaveta, my love.”

As his low breath pledged eternity, tears of emotion began welling up in her eyes.

“Your Highness. I too, Your Highness…”

She who had been sobbing drifted into sleep. Because their first s*x had been so tremendous that she couldn’t resist the fatigue washing over her.

Though her lower body had suffered enough to feel sadistic, the pleasure it brought gave her an indescribably great sense of satisfaction.

To think that sleeping with the opposite s*x could be this good. If it’s this kind of violence, I wouldn’t mind enduring it for a lifetime. Your Highness is refined and skilled even on the bed. 

It’s not just your appearance that’s amazing. They said the women of the capital forgot their shame and were busy lifting their skirts, and I understand the reason all too well.

Your Highness was intimate and affectionate the entire time you gave me joy. You didn’t run far away chasing pleasure alone, and you constantly cared for the fulfillment of my desires, soothing me, kissing me, and holding me.’

The most wonderful Your Highness in the world. My husband. My spouse. I’m so grateful to be able to give my first time to someone like you.

Oh God, please overlook my foolishness in saying I’d give my chastity to the dogs. I think I’m going to fall in love with His Highness the Crown Prince. So I hope His Highness will gladly cherish my humble pure love and chastity for a very long time.

Elizaveta completely accepted Nikolai. Comforting herself that if he was a man who held her this tenderly, she could be happy for a long, long time as his companion.

Thinking that criticisms like lecher and s*x maniac floating around were merely false rumors from the noble faction trying to check imperial power, she indulged in very sweet slumber. 

Her insomnia, which no treatment had been able to cure since the imperial family’s marriage proposal arrived at House Diker, was completely healed by mixing bodies with Nikolai just once.