Epilogue.2

“Elexion!”  

“This won’t do. Let’s head back to the mansion quickly.”  

“I told you, I’m fine!”  

Only after Muriel repeatedly assured him she was fine did Elexion stop trying to give her medicine. Instead, he suggested she take a shower.  

Feeling cold as her sweat dried, she nodded. Once her body warmed up again, her tension eased somewhat.  

“Then I’ll take a shower too.”  

“Oh, oh? Uh… okay…”  

Despite the warm shower, her chest tightened again!  

Imagining Elexion stepping out of the shower wearing only a bathrobe made her heart race. The thought of his muscles peeking through the robe left her unable to sit still.  

‘Why am I acting like this? Is it because we’re officially recognized as a married couple now? But we were fine before we were officially recognized!’  

As she paced the room anxiously, her eyes caught sight of the table Elexion had set while she was showering.  

Since it was their honeymoon, the table was piled high with chocolates, colorful plated fruits, and small blocks of cheese as snacks. Hurriedly, she unwrapped one of the chocolates and popped it into her mouth.  

As she bit into the chocolate, a sharp liquid burst out from within. The sweet and bitter taste of chocolate mixed with the fragrant alcohol—it was bonbon chocolate.  

The familiar taste and mild fullness helped ease her tension a bit. Muriel reached out for another bonbon chocolate.  

“Muriel?”  

“Yes…”  

By the time Elexion emerged from the shower wearing only a loosely tied bathrobe, Muriel had already eaten nearly all the bonbon chocolates piled on the table.  

***

The rich scent of brandy and chocolate filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma emanating from between Muriel’s legs, which struck Elexion’s nose.  

Though he quickly covered his mouth and nose, the overly sensual scent had already reached him.  

“Ah… ah… Elexion, Elexion!”  

To make matters worse, her voice sounded as if a female in heat was moaning over the male’s arousal.  

If not for the knight’s strong mental discipline, he might have pounced on her like a beast. Elexion steadied himself and pulled back the canopy draped over the bed.  

“Ah… ah…!”  

Muriel was bent over the pile of clothes he had briefly removed before showering, her damp backside twitching incessantly.  

The clothes should have been placed in the basket, but such thoughts vanished when he realized that his belt was wedged between her thighs.  

Every time the blunt end of the belt brushed against her cl*toris, she whimpered and twitched her hips, causing the liquid flowing from her red flesh to leave traces on her thighs like a snail trail.  

“Muriel?”  

Frozen in place, Elexion couldn’t take his eyes off the lewd scene before him. Muriel’s soft moan snapped him out of his trance.  

“No, no… don’t look… ah… ah…”  

Muriel’s excitement seemed to heighten under his gaze, and her thighs grew even wetter.  

“Muriel, are you okay?”  

When he lightly shook her shoulders, she cried even harder. Her swollen cl*toris rubbed against the belt, sending shivers through her body.  

“Ah! It feels… good… there… ah!”  

What on earth was happening here?  

Muriel’s lips, which were busy crying out in pleasure, smelled of rich chocolate.  

Could it be?  

Turning his head, Elexion looked at the table he had set earlier. As expected, most of the bonbon chocolates he had prepared as snacks were gone.  

The bonbon chocolates, laced with a mild aphrodisiac for their honeymoon, were designed to have an effect even if a woman ate just two or three pieces. Elexion had brought them in abundance simply because they looked nice piled high.  

He hadn’t expected Muriel to eat them all.  

Unable to say anything, Elexion watched as Muriel reached her peak on her own.  

Having consumed enough aphrodisiac-laced chocolate to excite even a grown man—especially a strong knight—Muriel couldn’t stop herself from leaking sensual fluids.  

And yet, her hips continued to rub her cl*toris against the belt. The sight was so erotic it left him dazed, unknowingly inhaling the seductive scent deeply.  

“Ah…”  

After a light climax, Muriel basked in the afterglow like a lazy cat under the sun. Suddenly, she flinched.  

“Elexion?”  

“Yes.”  

At the sound of Elexion’s voice, which was lower than usual, Muriel’s dripping entrance tightened. Though neither a tongue nor fingers had penetrated her, her body reacted as if they had.  

“I… I feel strange… ah… no… again…”  

Muriel rubbed her soaked thighs together, unknowingly pressing her sensitive cl*toris harder against the belt.  

“No… ah… ah… no…”  

Her tearful green eyes, as wet as her lower body, turned toward Elexion. His broad chest swelled heavily.  

“Why?”  

“It’s… embarrassing… ah… ah…”  

“My belt is better than my manhood?”  

“No, it’s not… ah…!”  

“But Muriel, your body seems to love my belt more than me right now.”  

Elexion placed his hand beside Muriel’s face. At the sight of his thick, long fingers, Muriel felt an uncontrollable greed. She wanted them inside her.  

“Ah! Ah! Ah… ah…”  

It was as if her body had been imprinted with the sensation of his fingers penetrating her, scratching her sensitive spots, and filling her completely.  

***

“Muriel, I haven’t done anything, but why did you climax again?”  

Exactly. That’s what I want to know.  

Muriel’s lips could only let out moans instead of words. She wished he would use his hand or something to satisfy her, but she couldn’t speak.  

Unable to stop rubbing herself against the belt, her hands, which had been teasing her hardened n*pples, moved downward. She tried to insert her fingers, but her entrance—already overly sensitive—could only be teased lightly.  

“Now you’re doing it yourself? You’re good at this on your own.”  

“No… ah… ah!”  

“So you don’t need my hand or my manhood anymore?”  

“No…”  

Overwhelmed with frustration, Muriel finally burst into tears.  

“No?”  

His lips, which kissed her tear-streaked cheeks and delicate ears, were so gentle they made her cry even more.  

“I’m sorry. Don’t cry, okay?”  

“No… I’m… strange… ah… suddenly… ah! But… you…”  

“Yes, it’s my fault. Muriel, okay?”  

Elexion’s voice, repeatedly apologizing, was thick with suffocating desire rather than genuine remorse.

“I feel like I’m going to go into heat too, so don’t cry.”

“Huh…?”

Her eyes, clouded by the heat, turned to Elexion’s face. But she couldn’t see his expression because of the tears pooling in her eyes.

At that moment, her fiancé’s fingers pressed against her cl*toris.

“Ah…!”

The belt caught between her skin fell with a thud. Water dripped down.

The sudden attack caused her thighs to lose strength. The fingers that had been pulling at her cl*toris now pressed and rubbed inside her without any care.

Still, her entrance didn’t dry up. Instead, as the fingers parted her l*bia and rubbed from the protruding cl*toris to her entrance, her fluids gushed out.

Finally, when the fingers entered the trembling entrance, a sigh of ecstasy escaped her trembling lips. Muriel’s hands clutched the sheets, mingling with Elexion’s clothes as she whimpered and writhed.

Her hips trembled as if trying to tighten around the two fingers spreading her entrance. As if to savor it.

But her hips couldn’t overpower the man’s strength. The inner walls squirmed, trying to swallow the fingers.

Elexion kissed her as if possessed. He couldn’t hold back this wild instinct otherwise.

Every time he stirred Muriel’s hot mouth with his tongue and sucked on her weak tongue, the scent of chocolate and brandy filled the air. Though he hadn’t taken any drugs, he felt dizzy as if he were intoxicated.

He simply wanted more of Muriel’s saliva. Every time he sucked on this sweetness, Elexion felt like he was melting her.

Crazy. He cursed inwardly as he scratched the inner walls with the fingers buried in her entrance.

Then Muriel flinched, rubbing her tongue against his. The movement reminded him of the day he had once thrust his member into this mouth, and nausea rose again.

He parted their tightly sealed lips. Just before reaching the climax, the empty inner walls twitched, searching for the fingers.

“Ha…”

Elexion, knowing better than anyone what it would be like to enter that state of a hole, grit his teeth and reached for the bedside table.

“Xion…?”

As expected, Muriel, unaware of Elexion’s intentions, pleaded with tear-filled eyes.

“Ugh, why, why…”

Her lower abdomen tightened. Elexion’s hand, searching for something beside the bedside table, slowed. Already on the verge of breaking his precarious patience, he clenched his teeth tightly.

“Am I strange?”

“No, that’s not it.”

He hurriedly kissed Muriel’s face to soothe her. No way. It couldn’t be. It was so arousing that he felt he could climax without penetration.

“Then?”

Ah, what he wanted finally came into his hand. He smiled faintly and rose. As he swallowed the round pill, his already fully er*ect member hung between the half-fallen shower gown.

With a heavy weight, he rubbed the gl*ns against Muriel’s b*ttocks. The moist touch of her b*ttocks made him growl.

“You’re so sexy that I want to impregnate you right now.”

“Huh…?”

As the shadow of the fierce beast receded, his member entered the entrance from the gl*ns to the shaft without resistance.

“Good, Xion, good…”

Just the act of tightly locking together, stretching the entrance to its limit, felt like his internal organs were being rearranged, and he cl*maxed.

Tears welled up in Muriel’s eyes again. But what came from her slightly parted red lips was a nasal moan mixed with pleasure.

The dizzying pressure of the tight, hot grip was the same for Elexion. The sweet moans filled his ears, and in an instant, the proud royal disappeared.

A beast took its place, shaking his hips so that his female couldn’t even moan. Even as Muriel reached her climax, his member, moving in and out of the stretched entrance, did not stop.

Every time the gl*ns rubbed against the deepest part of her entrance, Muriel felt like her brain was being crushed. At the same time, physiological tears flowed continuously.