Chapter 22

She was so wet that penetration was easy, but the stimulation made her vaginal walls contract tightly. As her body arched, Kallian pulled her legs close, pressing her hips against his waist.

“Ha, sh*t.”

A curse escaped Kallian’s lips. Not only was it tight, but her soft flesh clung to his c*ck as if trying to cut it off. The urge to release inside her was overwhelming, and he gripped her hips tightly. Managing his cl*max was harder than ever before.

“Ugh, ah, ahh…”

Their bodies slapped together, and his c*ck began pounding her insides. The curved shaft hit the round spot deep inside her, even without twisting his hips. How many times had he imagined taking her? Dancing at the banquet, dressing her, holding her in Riaton District. All those fantasies vanished into thin air. Reality was so much better.

“Kyah!”

Kallian used all his strength to spread her p*ssy, pushing in until even his balls pressed against her. It was hard for her to take his force, but the pleasure inside her made her arch her back. The feel of his balls at her hips, his c*ck inside her, and his fingers teasing her perineum made Eileen shudder in spasms.

“Please, ah, please, Kallian, ah, stop.”

“Ha, ugh, I can’t do that.”

“Ugh, hnn, ah, ahhh!”

Her plea was easily silenced by Kallian’s words. When she begged him to stop, he thr*st upward, hitting her cervix so hard it felt like his c*ck would burst through her stomach. Eileen’s body shook helplessly with excitement, unable to tense any muscle except below her navel.

“Ahh, ah, aaah!”

“Do you want me to stop? Hm?”

Each time Kallian thr*st upward, Eileen’s eyes widened and closed. Even after tasting her once, seeing her br*asts bounce beneath her shoulders made Kallian lick his lips. He could never get enough of her body. As his excitement grew, Eileen’s waist felt like it would break. Her fl*ids splashed at the junction, soaking Kallian’s thick thigh muscles.

“Beg for it, ask me to c*m.”

“Ah, ahh, huff, K-Kallian.”

“Say you want me to c*m inside, Eileen.”

The pressure of his c*ck made Eileen clench her teeth, unable to speak. His pounding thighs and pelvis had already bruised her hips and inner thighs, and the friction caused a faint pain. When Eileen raised her hands to him, Kallian lifted her small body and sat her on top of him. Now Kallian lay on the ground, with her sitting above.

“K-Kallian, huff, ah, ah, ahh!”

Her hips felt relief, but the deeper penetration made Eileen cry with tears streaming down, clutching his hands and shaking her head. She couldn’t endure much longer, but her flushed cheeks and tear-stained face were so lovely he couldn’t stop. How could he end such pleasure?

“Haa, say it, Eileen. You can ask your husband for at least that much, can’t you?”

“Huff, ahh, Kallian!”

Finally, Kallian also felt his cl*max creeping up. Eileen’s sobs and the sound of their bodies joining echoed throughout the garden. For the final moment, Kallian lifted her by the waist and began thrusting upward, driving his c*ck deep into her.

“Ah, ah, ahh, c*m, please c*m inside me, Kallian, please, ah, ah!”

“Haa, Eileen, Eileen.”

As they called each other’s names, their bodies arched together, and Kallian released himself deep inside her. Eileen felt a strange sensation as something hot spread within her. At the tip of her nose, she could smell not roses or sweat, but the scent of s*men. Everything was overwhelming. She collapsed onto Kallian’s chest, barely able to breathe. She felt she might faint at any moment.

“Well done, Eileen.”

When Eileen nestled into his arms, Kallian, with a satisfied expression, gently brushed away the sweat-soaked strands of hair from her face. The s*men he had poured into her remained inside, not spilling out. The fact that what he released stayed within her body pleased Kallian. All the women who had been with him before had tried to bear his child, but he had never once finished inside them. But Eileen was different.

Again and again, for the sake of procreation or pleasure, they would continue this act, and the only one to release his seed inside Eileen von Staerfix’s p*ssy would be him. Eventually, she would become pregnant with a child resembling him.

That was the meaning of their sacred marriage contract.

* * *

And at that moment, a carriage arrived at Rozalian Palace, where no one was supposed to be allowed in. It didn’t take long for the steward to notice the unexpected guest arriving at an unexpected hour, quickly dress, and rush out. He blinked several times at the crest engraved on the carriage, then bowed deeply to the person who stepped out.

“Your Grace, the Duke.”

“…I came because I have an appointment with His Highness the Prince. Is he here?”

“Well, that is… His Highness is alone with the Princess, so no one knows where they are. He gave strict orders.”

“No one knows?”

At the mention that they were alone, Leios clenched his fist and glanced at the person getting off the coachman’s seat behind him. It was Lucan.

“I know where the two of them will be. Steward, you need not to follow.”

“…As you wish.”

Unable to hide his puzzlement, the steward looked up at Leios, then quickly bowed again at his harsh expression. It was strange. For the Princess and two men to enter Rozalian Palace together at such a late hour.

Leaving the steward behind, Leios followed where Lucan led. Leios knew the palace even better than Lucan, so he realized Lucan was guiding him toward the entrance of the rose garden.

“Ha.”

A short sigh escaped Leios’s lips. It was the only expression he could manage, unable to curse out loud. He hadn’t expected why Kallian the Prince had sent him a letter asking to meet until now. But if Eileen was alone with him in the rose garden, the story changed.

‘The Prince knows.’

He had deliberately called Leios here. He didn’t know what was happening inside, but if the Prince had noticed his relationship with Eileen, he couldn’t rule out the possibility of the Prince acting irrationally. Leios quickly entered the inner part of the garden. Lucan waited at the entrance, not following.

Leios, worried Eileen might be threatened by him, quickened his steps. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited that the marriage might completely fall apart. As countless thoughts raced through his mind, strange sounds came from the dark inner garden.

“Ahh!”

Leios’s steps faltered. He knew exactly where the sound came from, and whose it was. It was not a sound that could escape the sensitive ears of a knight. His face grew pale, and his lips trembled. But he could not stop.

Eileen was there, where his steps led.

“Ah, ahh! Kallian!”

But the closer he got, the louder the sounds he wanted to block out became. Leios’s heart pounded violently. He was someone who had always had to face such situations. From the day he chose to live as Eileen’s shadow, not her husband, he had accepted this fate. But—

“C*m, please c*m inside me, Kallian, ah!”

When his steps finally led him past the end of a maze-like wall and something came into view, Leios clenched his fist harder than ever. Veins bulged on his hand, and blood welled up and dripped out.

Seeing the two entwined and rolling on the ground from afar, Leios finally understood why Kallian had invited him. Even after learning about Eileen and himself, the Prince had no intention of breaking off the marriage.

His lips pressed tightly together, and his clenched arm trembled, but that was all. He could not step forward in front of Eileen now. As Leios turned away and left the garden, Lucan bowed briefly in greeting.

“Is your business finished?”

“Tell your master I saw enough.”

Leios’s eyes flashed dangerously. Wasn’t he called the monstrous black-haired Duke? The murderous aura from him nearly suffocated Lucan, but Leios soon left Rozalian Palace. Watching him go, Lucan drew a crinkling piece of paper from his coat.

<How about meeting at Rozalian Palace an hour after sunset?>

Lucan unfolded the elegantly written letter, then tucked it back away. He now understood the true meaning of the message Kallian had asked him to deliver to Duke Dreikan.