Chapter 53

Dion’s hot tears could be felt on Lisbeth’s shoulder. She gently stroked Dion’s head, which was crying like a wounded animal, and his back, which had turned to rags.

Perhaps it was only after both of them had gained an irreparable wound that they were finally able to be together—perhaps it was because the gods had taken their price. Such thoughts crossed her mind.

“Dion, Dion. Look at me.”

Dion lifted his tear-soaked, disheveled face to look at Lisbeth. Only the emotion of devastation remained on his face. This wasn’t what she had wanted by telling him. Lisbeth kissed his cheek as she spoke. She was smiling, but tears still gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t regret anything. In fact, I’m happy. I have you, and I have Diana. Now, there’s no one left who can take my loved ones from me. So Dion, don’t cry. We’re going to be happy now.”

“We’ll be… happy. Hng, sob… I’ll devote my life… to making you happy, Miss…”

“Yes, let’s be happy together.”

Like wounded animals licking each other’s wounds, the two of them licked away each other’s tears. They held each other tightly, joining their bodies. When Lisbeth stroked Dion’s softened member up and down, it quickly became hard again.

Without a word, Dion placed himself at Lisbeth’s entrance and slowly pushed inside. Her body, taking in a man for the first time in a while, clenched as if it were her first time.

“Haa…”

Lisbeth moaned and tilted her head back. Dion fervently kissed her exposed neckline and pressed his hips deep inside. The slow, persistent movement gradually heated Lisbeth up. Now that no one was chasing them and there was no need to run, the two leisurely savored each other’s bodies. Dion, who had slowly withdrawn his hips, pressed his member back inside, pushing in deeply. The sensation of his length tracing every fold of her inner walls made Lisbeth tremble and let out a low m*an.

“Ha, mm… Dion, ah… hold me tight…”

As soon as she spoke, Dion hugged Lisbeth tightly. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his waist, holding him as if she would never let go.

Gradually, Dion’s movements grew faster. The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew quicker and louder. Dion’s motion, trying to bury himself even deeper inside, was met eagerly by Lisbeth. As their rhythms matched, pleasure exploded between them. Even as she gasped, Lisbeth kept moving her hips.

Thud, thud, thud—the sound of their bodies colliding grew louder and faster. With every thr*st and withdrawal, her essence flowed out and out again. The liquid ran down her perineum, leaving a round, wet mark beneath her hips.

“Ha, ah, mm! Ah, ah!”

“Beth, Beth… Miss… ah, mm.”

“Ah, Dion! Ah, mmm, mm, ah!”

In the midst of their rocking, Lisbeth slipped a hand between their joined bodies and touched where they were joined. She felt Dion’s length moving in and out of her. Truly, he was inside her. Dion had finally returned to her.

When Lisbeth’s hand touched his moving length, Dion nearly lost control. Gritting his teeth, he growled,

“Miss, your hand, mm…”

“Dion, more, more… ah! Mmm, ah.”

He held back his cl*max, thrusting even faster. Their joining was so intense that bubbles of their mixed fl*ids splattered between them. Unable to resist Lisbeth’s hand any longer, Dion grabbed it and pinned it firmly to the bed. He bit and sucked her soft earlobe, letting her m*ans flow straight into his ear.

Dion lifted Lisbeth’s legs onto his shoulders and pressed his body close. Nearly folded in half, Lisbeth took Dion’s length inside. It was almost as if he was driving straight down into her. Each time the tip struck her deepest place, Lisbeth felt as if fireworks were exploding inside her.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Beth, Lisbeth, mm…!”

“Aah! Aaah! Di—on! Ah!”

A sensation like needing to urinate struck her lower body. Even as she shook her head, Lisbeth did not push Dion away. She only gasped, calling his name desperately. Dion, Dion… Seeing Lisbeth’s face flushed red and her hips twitching as if to pull away, Dion seemed to sense something and drove into her even more fiercely.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a clear, transparent fl*id burst from Lisbeth’s urethra. Feeling the warm liquid trickling out, Dion bit his lip. Watching Lisbeth tremble uncontrollably, unable to even open her eyes from the overwhelming sensation, pleased him immensely. He wanted to etch that image behind his eyelids forever.

He flipped Lisbeth’s body over, spinning her around while still inside. The sensation of being filled made Lisbeth gasp. Dion held her tightly as he thr*st wildly. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Lisbeth sobbed with each m*an. Her body, limp on the bed, was rocked by Dion’s movements.

Pleasure built up, layer upon layer. Lisbeth felt as if her whole self was rising, higher and higher. Ah, she knew what was coming. That mass of wicked sensation, gathering and swelling inside her, grew larger and larger.

“Ah… aaah!”

Cl*max struck deep inside her. The pleasure that raced from head to toe gathered in her lower belly and then exploded. Lisbeth’s eyes opened wide, her mouth fell open. Unshed saliva dripped from her chin. Tears pooled in her reddened eyes and streamed down.

Behind her, Dion bit her nape and whispered,

“Did you feel it, Beth?”

“Hng, mm… ah, Di—on, ah…”

“My length was squeezed so tightly, I almost lost control.”

His voice even sounded as if he was smiling. Dion pressed his lips along Lisbeth’s limp back, then hooked his arm under her armpit and lifted her up. He turned her to face him. As soon as she was placed on his thigh, his member slid back inside as if skewering her. Lisbeth could only gasp for breath, barely able to hug Dion.

Dion nuzzled her shoulder and nape, whispering,

“Miss… Miss Beth. My Miss.”

“Dion, hng…”

“I love you, Miss. More than my own life, I love you.”

“…I love you, Dion.”

Let’s never be apart again. 

When Lisbeth whispered that, Dion nodded.

Then he thr*st his hips upward. With a deep push, it felt as if her insides were being pushed up. Lisbeth clung to his neck and endured. Now, she couldn’t even m*an, only gasp for breath. She was so lost in pleasure she could barely think, but one thing was clear.

This man was now completely hers. No one could take Dion from her. Not even the gods.

She traced the branded letters on Dion’s back with her hand and smiled. Thinking of the pain he had endured made her sad, but knowing that this mark was proof of Dion’s love made her so satisfied she could hardly bear it. It was as if Dion was branded as hers.

And at last, their cl*max came together.

Lisbeth hugged Dion’s neck and closed her eyes.

A deep joy filled her entire body.

<End of Main Story>