Chapter 1.4

When Muriel opened her eyes again, she found her chest being sucked.

“Uh…?”

Of course, the junction where their fluids mixed was still plugged like a cork, lightly rubbing against her.

“Ah!”

Unlike earlier, there were no stones hitting the carriage wheels, but her most sensitive n*pples were being sucked and bitten.

“Uh, uh…”

Elexion left vivid marks on her soft br*asts, occasionally licking the trembling pink n*pples if he felt like it.

Unable to endure the pleasure, Muriel grabbed his arm, and he exhaled deeply, meeting her gaze with a smug expression.

Her shivering body rubbed against the tip of his manhood, which was buried deep inside her. Unable to withstand the sensation, her body tightened, and small flashes of lightning flickered before her eyes.

“Muriel, if it feels good for you, I’ll raise it again. Instead, put only mine in. It can’t be compared to other things anyway, right?”

“Ah, huh, uh!”

“Yes, that’s good. I got it. I’ll give it to you until you’re satisfied. Don’t worry.”

Her entire body trembled. Hadn’t she already felt enough?

Even after spilling so much earlier, Muriel marveled at the mystery of the human body when her fluids flowed again. At that moment, the carriage stopped.

—Young Master.

Henry’s voice startled her, breaking the sensual atmosphere that had unfolded inside the carriage without interruption.

“What’s going on?”

—It’s a checkpoint. Carriages are lined up waiting.

“Understood.”

As her blood cooled down, her lower body became more sensitive. The movement of his manhood rubbing against the wrinkled inner walls became more pronounced.

“You don’t need to tighten so much; I can raise it anytime.”

His fiancée certainly worried a lot.

Even though soundproof magic had been cast, the rocking carriage must have given away their activity. Overwhelmed by the embarrassment, Muriel’s lower body grew wetter.

“What did I do to make you leak?”

Not knowing when the checkpoint soldier would knock on the door, Elexion pulled her er*ect n*pple taut.

“Muriel, when will you start leaking milk here?”

“I don’t know, Xion, take it out, please. Uh! X-Xion!”

Her desperate, muffled pleading voice aroused him again. Despite having released so much earlier, his manhood didn’t soften; instead, it swelled and hardened as if pushing her other organs aside.

“Why, why…”

Worried that Muriel might be in pain, Elexion stimulated her cl*toris.

As their turn approached and the carriage moved forward, the excessive amount of s*men stuffed inside her began to flow out along his shaft and out of the junction.

“Uh, uh! Ah, uh!”

The flowing s*men mercilessly pressed against her cl*toris, mingling with the fingers rubbing it. He then smeared it onto her er*ect n*pples.

The warm, slippery liquid clung to her reddened n*pples as if milk were truly leaking, hanging precariously before falling off.

A short curse escaped his lips.

“Xion!”

As their turn at the checkpoint drew closer, Elexion grabbed Muriel’s hips and rocked her while sucking her chest furiously. He left bite marks on her already marked br*asts and rolled her n*pples with his tongue.

She tried to push him away, but it was futile. Whenever light streamed through the curtains, his eyes gleamed yellow like a beast devoid of reason.

“No, stop, uh…”

Despairing, she covered her mouth and sobbed as the pressure on her n*pples increased.

‘He’s crazy. He’s not sane!’

Even through her hazy consciousness, one thing was clear: if this continued, they would surely be caught.

Rumors would spread that the second daughter of the Lake family had ridden atop Lord Fredior in a carriage, moving her hips.

That was something Muriel desperately wanted to avoid.

She gritted her teeth and tried to muster strength in her trembling thighs to escape the inhuman manhood. Unfortunately, her efforts only aided its relentless thrust.

Her body couldn’t even make a sound as the slow, deliberate movements of his tip overwhelmed her. Sweat poured down her body as her rationality fled.

Rationality briefly returned, but her body, burning with anticipation, begged for climax, lightly shaking her hips. Her frantic mind struggled, but all she could manage was suppressing her moans.

Someone knocked on the window. The sudden tension caused her body to clench tightly.

“It’s a checkpoint.”

The unfamiliar male voice, cutting through the atmosphere like seasoning, made her vision darken and the world spin.

Rationality reentered her consciousness, but her overheated body demanded release, causing her hips to twitch shallowly. Her rational mind desperately fought back, but all she could do was keep her moans from escaping.

“Excuse me.”

The curtains parted, and the window opened. Just the sound of it made her lower abdomen tighten as if she needed to relieve herself, causing fluids to drip out. Her trembling b*ttocks were firmly gripped.

“I am Elexion Fredior, Commander of the Five Knight Orders.”

Her inner walls twitched, lightly rubbing against the veined shaft. It seemed ready to straighten the wrinkles and thrust deeply again.

“Ah, uh…”

Barely swallowing her moans, her body trembled with anticipation.

***

“Yes, your identity has been confirmed.”

“Uh…”

The checkpoint soldier, who couldn’t possibly be unaware of the kingdom’s most eligible bachelor, paused at the sound that reached his ears.

He raised his head slightly. Elexion’s face, dazzling as ever, remained calm. Skillfully, he surveyed the interior of the carriage.

The carriage was so dark, and the cloak so black, that the soldier barely noticed Elexion holding someone. Even then, he only realized it because the black cloak kept moving.

“May I ask who is under the cloak?”

“My fiancée.”

Ah. The soldier nodded.

“She overexerted herself at yesterday’s engagement ceremony. She’s suffering from exhaustion.”

Of course, who else but Lord Fredior would hold someone so dearly?

Today’s checkpoint was set up due to the sudden surge in traffic outside the capital caused by bridge repairs

Typically, the carriage of a noble lady returning to her family after an engagement ceremony would follow customs and avoid roads with checkpoints. The soldier, piecing together the situation, wiped his forehead.

Thankfully, Elexion had quickly draped his cloak over his fiancée, averting disaster.

“I guarantee the identity of Lady Muriel Lake, the Earl’s daughter, in the name of my family.”

“Understood.”

The soldier was curious about the face of the man who had caused so many ladies in the Kingdom to be heartbroken last night, but he stepped back.

“You’re working hard.”

“No, it’s only natural.”

“Your name?”

“Del Coque.”

“I’ll see you again soon.”

He protected the lady’s honor, and a collateral royal promised a reward to a mere commoner like himself. Wasn’t it a profitable deal?

“Yes! I’ll be waiting. Thank you for cooperating with the checkpoint!”

“Then.”

The window closed, and the curtain was drawn.

“Giddy up!”

The old coachman skillfully set the carriage in motion. With a cloud of dust, the large carriage gradually moved away.

***

“Ah!”

As soon as the window closed, a moan escaped. The fingers that had been relentlessly rubbing the stretched perineum to the limit couldn’t resist pressing and pulling the cl*toris.

“Ah!”

As he briefly withdrew his manhood, water flowed steadily from the slowly narrowing vaginal opening. It was so wet that slapping it with a hand would make a splashing sound.

“Ha, uh! Uh, ah!”

“You did well holding it in.”

With those words, Elexion roughly thrust his hips upward. The tip of his manhood lodged firmly at the deepest point of pleasure.

The sensation of it turning slowly made her drool and moan for a moment. There were thumping sounds.

From the closing vaginal entrance to the deepest point of pleasure, the wet inner walls rubbed more roughly against Muriel’s weight.

Just as her eyes were about to blur from the choking pleasure, hot liquid poured into the deepest part again. As if not wanting to miss a single drop, he instinctively shook his hips harder against the contracting inner walls.

Holding Muriel tightly, he filled and coated the depths with his s*men, finally sated by the fulfilled desire. He stiffened, releasing suppressed moans over her heaving chest.

The climax wasn’t over yet. Muriel gasped, tilting her head back as the sensation surged again. In her eyes, an S-point graph bar appeared. She didn’t even remember it.

‘What is that?’

The graph was fluctuating wildly. Then, as the tip of his manhood released the final climax over the most sensitive flesh, the fluctuating graph soared.

Muriel’s eyes closed.