“Elizaveta Diker.”

He whispered softly as he slowly stroked Elizaveta’s golden blonde hair.

When his five right fingers settled deep into her hair—

“Let me make one thing clear, Diker. I don’t like you.”

“…!”

Nikolai pulled the back of Elizaveta’s head toward him. His massive member shoved violently between Elizaveta’s small lips.

“Hngh!”

“So don’t you love me either. This is an order from the monarch’s son to you, a subject of the empire.”

“Hk…!”

“You know what happens when you disobey the Crown Prince’s command, don’t you? Even someone foolish like you knows that much, right?”

“Hah…”

It was a sensation and smell she’d never experienced in her life.

“Diker. Don’t use your teeth. It hurts—every time your teeth touch my sensitively er*ect flesh.”

That a man’s g*nitals and thick hair could smell this strange, that the p*nis already filling the space between her palate and tongue could grow even larger and thrash about—Elizaveta realized all this for the first time as she took this man’s thing in her mouth.

“Mm… Mmph! Gaahh!”

His c*ck deliberately brushed against her uvula and thrust into her throat. Startled, Elizaveta pushed Nikolai away. She roughly wiped her mouth as a series of small coughs escaped.

“Your Highness! What, what on earth is this…!”

Then she let out a shrill scream and jumped up from the chair.

“Ah. I see you don’t prefer this gentlemanly approach.”

A chilling air clung to Nikolai’s muttering.

A gentlemanly approach?

Shoving that filthy thing into her mouth without even asking permission is gentlemanly?

If that’s the case, how disgusting and vile must his standard for “ungentlemanly s*x” be!

For the chaste Elizaveta, it was unimaginable. She clenched her fists without realizing it.

“…Your Highness seems to need rest. I’ll give you some space. I’ll take my leave now.”

What a scoundrel, not knowing even the minimum courtesy toward his wife.

Having never been treated this way even once, Elizaveta didn’t want to stay in this beast’s den for even a moment longer.

She barely managed to fix her torn dress bodice and was just about to open the balcony curtain and step outside.

“Hah. Elizaveta Diker.”

But Nikolai was faster. Before Elizaveta could take a step, he blocked her path and roughly shoved her against the wall. Then he trapped the slender Elizaveta between the wall and his body. The dress she’d barely pulled up slipped down to her waist again.

“Do you like it rough, like someone from the countryside who rolled around in the borderlands?”

Growling low, he turned Elizaveta around. His er*ect member touched her b*ttocks.

“Let me go, Your Highness…!”

Frightened, Elizaveta flailed her arms and legs in the air. Then she tripped over her own dress at her feet and fell.

“Please spare me.”

Elizaveta gave up on standing and began crawling on the floor like a four-legged animal.

Nikolai simply watched with languid eyes as Elizaveta crawled toward the ornately patterned curtain. Only when Elizaveta’s trembling hand was about to grasp the curtain did Nikolai reach out. Then he roughly grabbed both of the prone Elizaveta’s slender ankles and yanked.

“Hngh!”

Elizaveta was dragged along while lying face down.

“Is anyone out there? Help me!”

Elizaveta, driven mad with terror, screamed sharply. But who would dare enter the “Crown Prince’s space,” like an impregnable fortress?

“Please spare me…”

Elizaveta, her ankles caught by him, struggled and thrashed. But Nikolai paid no mind and quickly flipped her body over. Then he smoothly mounted her fragile body.

“Fine. I’ll admit it. This has been quite interesting up to this point, Diker.”

Nikolai slowly exhaled a long sigh and swept back the hair that had fallen over his forehead.

“You can see for yourself, but I don’t think I can hold back any longer. So let’s stop this boring game here.”

The man’s lower body pressing mischievously on her flat stomach was heavy and hot. His balls, swollen taut and ready to climax savagely at any moment, and his thick shaft kept twitching against her bare skin.

“When I get, a bit, excited, I tend to get rough, so I hope, my wife, will be generous, and understanding.”

Nikolai’s breathing grew shorter and shorter. He gathered her large br*asts with both hands, pushed his p*nis between her cleavage, and began moving back and forth.

“Mmm. So soft, Diker.”

Nikolai’s hip movements grew larger as he panted with hot breath.

“Is your p*ssy as soft as your t*ts? Honestly, your mouth-p*ssy earlier was too clumsy and not great.”

“Sob…”

Tears leaked from Elizaveta, who had covered her mouth with both hands.

“More than soft, hah, it must be tight as h＊ll.”

He suddenly stopped moving while panting.

“…! Your… High…ness…!”

Then he buried his face in Elizaveta’s crotch and greedily sucked on her.

“Hah… Nngh…!”

A thin moan burst from her clenched mouth.

“My consort is lucky. Normally I’m not this considerate. Like I said earlier, I’m a bit unkind when I’m excited.”

Nikolai’s tongue began rummaging through Elizaveta’s sparse, dry thicket.

“Stop… it…! Ngh…!”

Elizaveta twisted her body and cried out in agony.

“Ah. Even your crying face is pretty. Your moans are too lewd though.”

Nikolai, who’d been rubbing the opening with his tongue, whispered thoughtfully.

“Look at this split c*nt. Ah. This is the first time I’ve seen a hole with such a fragrant and pretty color.”

“Aah… Your High…ness!”

“No wonder that b＊stard went so wild…”

“…Ngh!”

Nikolai stared intently at the red g*nitals covered in his saliva, then slowly pushed one finger inside.

“I’m grateful it’s tight, but my thing isn’t exactly average size. Now you need to open up properly and prepare to swallow my c*ck.”

“Haah!”

“F*ck. There’s tight and then there’s this. You’re going to cut off my finger, Elizaveta Diker…”

Was this what it felt like to scrape a dry well? His middle finger wandering through Elizaveta’s bone-dry thicket wouldn’t go in easily, and Nikolai felt momentarily frustrated.

“I don’t want this, Your Highness! Augh!”

“Was it like this yesterday too?”

He pulled his finger out and mercilessly shoved his er*ect monster inside.

“No! Stop!”

Violent pain, like her lower body was being split in half, shot through her lower half. At the same time, her waist jerked up into the air.

Nikolai’s thing was twice as long and thick as average. There was no way all of it could fit into the narrow opening that had barely lost its virginity. Though he’d only pushed in about a third, Elizaveta kept pushing Nikolai out, her lower lips clenched.

Despite it being the same shape, same color, same size and girth, same hardness as yesterday, it felt unfamiliar and painful like she was accepting it for the first time, and Elizaveta could only cry out in agony.

“Stop?”

Nikolai, who’d been grunting and thrusting on top of her, asked sweetly. Elizaveta nodded her head desperately.

“Mmm. Can’t do that. Today is our ‘real’ wedding night.”

“What do you, haah! Why…! Ngh! Ah!”

Nikolai’s cryptic words grew distant. He’d pushed in the remaining two-thirds again.

“I need to let everyone in the imperial household registry know that you’re chaste.”

“Aaah…! Ngh! Ugh!”

A lewd moan mixed with pain and pleasure burst out. It was the first time in Elizaveta’s life hearing such a cry, and shocked that such a lascivious woman’s breathing came from her, she bit her tongue.

Nikolai grabbed her slender waist like a beast starved with hunger and pounded hard.

“There was no bl＊＊d yesterday.”

Nikolai’s thing moved in and out of Elizaveta’s opening, still not completely accustomed to him, making wet squelching sounds.

“Prove that you’re a woman without blemish for the Crown Princess position. Hurry.”

After their bedding the previous night, there had been no trace of virginity. She must have been his first, without a doubt.

“Your Highness. Forgive my impertinence, but has Her Highness slept with any man other than His Highness the Crown Prince?”

The old head maid had been rude.

“She’s clearly my first. I know that best. So keep your useless suspicions to yourself. If anyone gossips about this matter in the future, I’ll pull out their tongue while they’re still alive and display their severed head at the castle gate.”

Nikolai had slapped the impudent head maid’s cheek and silenced her.

And yet now he was suddenly this obsessed with virgin bl＊＊d.

She’d heard rumors that he was quite capricious, but to be this fickle in less than 24 hours.

Elizaveta felt defeated. She wanted to slap her own mouth and strangle her own neck for swearing to happily accept the nights of such a psychopath.

“Accept me deeply. Show me the proof now that you’re ‘new,’ having accepted only me. Hurry.”

It was a merciless copulation.

Elizaveta’s p*ssy, which had learned about men for the first time last night, violently squeezed Nikolai’s c*ck. As it clung so tightly that even each fold of her vaginal wall could be fully felt and convulsed, Nikolai touched ecstasy.

It was an unfamiliar, sensual sensation.

Though this wasn’t his first time holding a woman, he found it absurd that he was panting like a pubescent boy who’d just lost his virginity.

“Aah! Hah! Your Highness! Haah!”

Meanwhile, Elizaveta cried so prettily.

Having lost his reason to her sweet moans, he frantically slapped her b*ttocks. It was unsightly thrusting, like an inexperienced virgin boy.

“Elizaveta Diker! Aah!”

“Aaaah!”

Elizaveta’s stiff passage gradually opened smoothly. She was already being tamed by Nikolai.

His massive thing stirred her vaginal opening. Sticky liquid flowed from Elizaveta’s lower body, which had swallowed him to the root. It was the strange signal of a woman who’d learned the taste of a man’s c*ck, and the pink proof of virginity he’d so desperately wanted.

A strange, hot energy rushed to Nikolai’s p*nis as he pounded into her.

“I want to cum! Elizaveta! Ugh!”

It was the urge to ej*culate.

s*men poured into her womb, hot and tight like a burn.

Nikolai stopped his rough hip movements, tilted his head back, gasped for breath, then collapsed onto her br*asts. His trained muscles writhed in place.

“F*ck. So d＊mn delicious.”

Nikolai murmured softly, burying his nose in Elizaveta’s nape and gripping her soft br*asts. Elizaveta only shed silent tears.

The wool carpet, supposedly offered to the empire from somewhere in the principality, began to stain with the crimson bl＊＊d symbolizing virginity.

It was the proof of being “new” that Nikolai had so desired.