Side Story 1: The Duchess Is On The Balcony (Part 5)

It had been a long time since they had s*x standing up. Moreover, it was on the balcony of the royal ballroom, in such a scandalous display.

“Ah, nngh, ah…”

Sensing Lizbeth’s discomfort, Bieren exercised full patience as he slowly inserted his member. However, she couldn’t help but whimper incessantly as she struggled with the relentless intrusion.

As their flesh met at the final thrust, Lizbeth’s entire body quivered, her spine-tingling with sensation. Her vision blurred momentarily before refocusing to reveal Bieren’s face. He kissed Lizbeth’s cheek and breathed into her ear.

“Is standing too tiring for you? Whoa, you’re squeezing so tight.”

Bieren asked, pulling Lizbeth into a hug around her waist. It was no different from dancing at the ball. The only difference was that when they danced, he held her hand and her waist, but now he was holding one of her legs and her waist.

Lizbeth shook her head vigorously as if trying to shake off lewd thoughts that crossed her mind.

“Y-yes, uh, ah, uh…”

“Would it be more comfortable if I turned you around and entered you from behind while supporting your body and I slammed into you?”

Bieren asked nicely, prioritizing Lizbeth’s comfort, but below the waist, he was anything but nice.

As he thrust forcefully once again, Lizbeth’s legs trembled uncontrollably. She flailed, straining against the arm around his neck.

“No, hah, your face, I, I want to see, ah, ugh!” 

Lizbeth cried out, her words barely coherent amidst her tears.

“You want to see my face?” 

Bieren sneered, echoing Lizbeth’s words. Lizbeth shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks.

With a heavy exhale, he withdrew partially from within her and then forcefully pushed back in. Lizbeth, startled by the sudden roughness, clung tightly to him.

Clutching onto Bieren as if for dear life, he felt like his head was going to explode from the tight grip that held his p*nis in place.

“How can you, ugh… drive someone so insane?”

Bieren bent his legs as much as possible, thrusting vigorously from below. He eventually came to the clear realization that he was undoubtedly a seed of irrecoverable depravity.

He cherished the moment Lizbeth clung to him. He loved the moment she nestled into his arms and it had turned him on at the same time.

But now Bieren had the wisdom not to blame Lizbeth for his ar*usal.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

“Hmph, hmph, hmph, ah, hmph!”

With each time Bieren thrust his hips upwards, Lizbeth shook violently while clinging to him.

There was a wet, squelching noise as he slammed his hips into her v*gina, making a wet, slurping sound as his c*m mixed with her juices. There was no mercy in the thumping of her insides.

Lizbeth continued to whimper, pressing her head against Bieren’s shoulder.

He spoke softly to Lizbeth as she clung to him.

“It’s because I’m a lascivious scoundrel that I crave you so recklessly.”

“No, uh, no, oh, ack, mm!”

Lizbeth vigorously shook her head to indicate that Bieren was not a scoundrel. He knew that as soon as Lizbeth appeared at the ball, countless male gazes would be drawn to her. 

He glared at each one, warding off their persistent stares.

There was only one reason they were staring at Lizbeth. She was beautiful enough to make them want to forget she was a Duchess and stare at her rudely.

“Do you know how many men stared at you at the ball?”

Bieren had fantasized about lusting after Lizbeth in front of them, showing them who she was happy to tangle bodies with.

But now there was a love that would not sacrifice Lizbeth to such insecurity-derived exhibitionism.

This love had always existed, but it had recently been polished like a brilliant gemstone. Bieren’s love had been a rough stone that had hurt Lizbeth, but through repeated efforts to polish it, it finally shone.

“And yet, you chose me.”

 Bieren said as he slowly thrust into Lizbeth.

Yes, Lizbeth chose Bieren. She didn’t know how much happiness that brought him. 

Even if the maids now looked at Lizbeth, who had become a Duchess from a mere servant, with scornful eyes, the fact remained that Lizbeth had chosen her.

Yet, instead of casting her gaze upon those maids, Lizbeth was radiating affectionate glances towards him.

“Perhaps they were not looking at me, but at how you look at me?”

Lizbeth asked, puzzled by Bieren’s words.

They were all nobles or held positions of authority. They had no reason to gaze at a mere servant. Perhaps they were simply curious about the new Duchess.

Embarrassingly, Lizbeth thought they might have been captivated by Bieren’s affectionate gaze, and so she said,

“They say anyone in love looks beautiful.”

Bieren chuckled at Lizbeth, who believed firmly that love was the reason for her beauty, finding her adorable.

In love, Lizbeth was even more beautiful. She was so lovely that anyone who saw her would fall in love with her, and Bieren always hoped to be standing at the end of the affectionate glances she cast.

Bieren held Lizbeth tightly, lowering his head, and said, 

“You are beautiful enough.”

The sight of him whispering his love in the moonlight was so sweet to Lizbeth. If it weren’t for the fact that their bodies were now pressed together, they might have shared an affectionate kiss.

Instead, Bieren lifted Lizbeth’s b*ttocks and wrapped her leg around his waist, leaving her floating in the air with nowhere to support herself but him. As his sh*ft deeply penetrated her, she exploded with pl*asure.

“Ah…!”

Her lower abdomen clenched tightly around his sh*ft, and her head was thrown back, emitting a long cry of pl*asure. 

There was no way to avoid the deeply penetrating sh*ft, nor did she want to. Bieren thrust into her like a loving lover, relentlessly driving his c*ck into her.

His lower stomach came up in an instant, squeezing his shriveled p*nis. His head snapped back at the breathless, choking stimulation, and a long, throaty cry escaped him.

Held against him, her body sagging, she didn’t have the stamina to dodge the deeply embedded p*nis. No, she didn’t want to. Bieren held Lizbeth like an affectionate lover, his c*ck buried deep inside her.

“If you want a second child, you’ll have to take it all.”

“Ha, hmm, ah, ugh, ah!”

Lizbeth grunted as her body bounced up and down. Saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth.

“Ah, more, please, ah, hmm, yes!”

Lizbeth trembled with each thrust, crying out loudly. As she begged for more, shaking her head wildly, her juices spurted out of her, and Bieren’s own ej*culation spiked. He thrust deeply into Lizbeth, releasing his seed.

“Ah…”

It was a long ej*culation. Bieren held Lizbeth and released his seed several times, filling her up. 

When he was with Lizbeth, he realized how strong his reproductive desire was. The memory of almost losing Lizbeth to pregnancy made him wish she could never have another child, but he also wanted to see her smiling with her bloated belly.

“If we have a second child, I’ll carry you around.” 

Bieren held her close, easing Lizbeth’s trembling form down as he spoke. Sensing her discomfort, he withdrew his still throbbing m*mber while still embracing her.

He plugged the hole where his shaft had been with his fingers to prevent any more s*men from leaking out.

It wasn’t rude behavior to be lascivious, but wasting the seed inside her was another matter entirely. He often took such measures after ej*culating inside Lisbeth to prevent leakage.

Bieren’s lascivious behavior was accompanied by a nonchalant tone.

“You need to be careful when walking, so I’ll carry you around and wipe your face.”

“Like when I gave birth to Erik?”

“Yeah, just like that.”

Bieren carried Lizbeth so tenderly after she woke up that she couldn’t even touch the ground. It was all the care he wanted to give if Lizbeth had remained in the ducal estate pregnant. 

However, she left his side. She disappeared, fearing that he would marry another woman, consumed by the fear of being abandoned and betrayed, carrying their child. She was left to face her pregnancy alone in the almshouse.

“I can never make up for the moments you had to leave me.”

Bieren murmured as he placed a brief kiss on her forehead. He didn’t entertain the illusion that Lizbeth could wash away the feelings of humiliation and betrayal she felt towards him. That would be too much of a luxury.

But at least, if she became pregnant with their second child, he didn’t want her to feel anxious like she did during her first pregnancy. Instead, he wished for them to live happily amidst everyone’s blessings. Bieren spoke to Lizbeth.

“I’ll make sure the times ahead are nothing but happiness for you.”

“I am already happy.”

Lizbeth replied with a smile that sparkled like stars in the night sky.

She wasn’t just happy to be at a ball she’d only seen in fairy tales. This place was like home for Byron, where he was born and raised. So, naturally finding her place beside him in his home ground made her happy.

Lizbeth’s debut in high society left unforgettable memories as it faded away into the night.