With her back to Raham, wearing only his shirt, items of clothing piled up beside her in reverse order as she removed them. Raham paced anxiously in front of the cell. Through the thin shirt, the curves of her soft br*asts and the silhouette of her narrow waist occasionally showed.

Raham fidgeted, waiting for her to turn around, but after placing her underwear on top of the pile of clothes, Carlie did nothing more.

“…!”

As heavy breathing echoed through the basement dungeon, a hand shadow through the shirt gripped a round br*ast and circled it slowly.

Carlie, caressing herself, glanced back. Raham had already gripped the cell bars tightly with both hands, pressing his forehead against them. He was benefiting from his own thorough cleaning. She suppressed a laugh and let her voice trail off:

“I’m hungry…”

As if entranced, Raham picked up a long piece of bread and held it through the cell bars. As Carlie reached for it, the man suddenly came to his senses and pulled it back.

“Ahem.”

Carlie made a disappointed face and sat facing the cell wall again, slightly more angled than before. Then she caressed herself while moving her body.

“Ah, mmph… mmm…”

“N-no, you can’t do it alone!”

“I’m hungry…”

Raham fidgeted anxiously, then picked up a large plate. The cell door creaked open, and a plate of seafood stir-fry entered. A worried question followed:

“But we’re still going to do it after eating, right?”

Carlie turned a little more to the side without answering. Raham could now see one of her thighs and one br*ast. The area between her legs where her hand was remained just out of view.

“Mmmmm… mmph… mmm!”

“Ah, really…”

The guard outside the cell clutched his head in frustration. Carlie, finding it fun to tease him, moaned more enthusiastically.

“Haaaah! Mmph, ahh…!”

The plates entering the cell increased one by one. Finally, the chief guard himself entered. After locking the door firmly from inside, he placed the key just within arm’s reach.

He approached, holding his imposing c*ck and shaking it.

“Come here.”

“Ah-mmm… mmm! Ah! Ahhh…!”

He lifted Carlie up and smacked her bottom from below with a sharp slap.

“Ack!”

“Seriously…”

He reached out to feel Carlie’s wet lower region, then lifted the cumbersome shirt. He rolled it up between his abdomen and Carlie’s back, then immediately raised one of her legs high. He entered her from behind.

“Ahhhng…!”

“Who told you to do this alone without the guard’s permission?”

“Mmph…! You said to make you want to give it to me…!”

“I just wanted to eat.”

Thump, thump, thump.

Raham held Carlie’s right knee up with one hand while the other slightly pressed against her flat stomach as he moved his hips. Carlie threw her head back and cried out in pleasure.

“Ahhhhng…!”

He gripped her leg tightly with unnecessary force and stroked his member protruding against Carlie’s stomach. Her heel trembled as she balanced on one foot.

Raham pushed her against the freshly cleaned dungeon wall and devoured her greedily.

“Ahahng, ahng…! Ahaah, aah!”

The soft floral scent from her hair tickled his nose. Raham carefully moved her braided hair to the front and bit into her delicate shoulder. He restrained himself from biting down hard, instead gently rolling his lips, but Carlie still trembled and moaned as if being ravaged.

“Ahhhh, haaah, aaaah…”

Each time he made a large movement, her beautiful br*asts were crushed against the wall, deforming at will. That savage sight stimulated Raham. The familiar scent of his beloved woman’s flesh, her soft skin, and her passionate, broken m*ans all drove him wild.

“Haah, kuh, hwoook…”

“Mmng, ah! Aah! Hnngh, ah!”

Raham turned her halfway around, making her wrap one arm around his neck while still bracing against the wall. He took her br*ast into his mouth, half-separated from the wall. Carlie convulsed at the sucking pressure.

“Ahngh…!”

She unconsciously grabbed Raham’s hair and pulled. This only made what was penetrating her grow even harder.

Raham took a few steps while still inside her. Since the height difference meant her feet couldn’t touch the ground, Carlie tensed her entire body to avoid falling.

“…Kuhh.”

With a grimace of intense pleasure, Raham carried Carlie to the cell bars. He placed her hands on the bars, one in each grip, then pulled his hips back before thrusting powerfully upward.

“Aaaah!”

Carlie held onto the bars and moaned. Large hands gripped her head and roughly pressed it against the bars.

Thud- thud thud.

“Ahh, ah! Ah! Aah!”

A massive figure covered her back. Seemingly rough hands gripped her waist and pounding movements like strikes. Through the bars she held, she could see the well-set table and the key placed tantalizingly out of reach.

“Ahngh, ahng…!”

“Hwook… hoo…! Kuhp…!”

Carlie futilely reached toward the key and stood on tiptoe. The fierce upward thr*sts made it impossible to keep her heels on the ground. Her round br*asts and arms pressed against the bars as they swayed.

She moaned long and loud as she reached her cl*max while being restrained.

“Aaaaaaah…!”

“Kuhh…!”

Hot fl*id spread inside her. Carlie’s body slid downward. Raham caught her and lifted her up, then removed one side of the shirt that was barely hanging on her arm and tied it firmly to the cell bars.

“Ack!”

Carlie was penetrated again with one arm tied to the bars. The wicked guard’s taunting voice reached her ears.

“Where do you think you’re escaping to?”

When she looked up with teardrops at the corners of her eyes, honest excitement spread across her husband’s face as he played the villain. He bit into her br*ast.

“Aahng!”

Carlie, hanging at an angle, was trapped between the cell bars and the large guard’s body, shaking violently.

The thick c*ck that had already released once hardened again as if nothing had happened and relentlessly invaded her insides. Skilled hands gripped and kneaded her br*asts before pinching her n*pples. The firm abdomen and taut muscles of his sides constantly rubbed against the inner skin of her widely spread thighs.

Pleasure flashed chaotically through her mind.

“Hnnngh…!”

Carlie pulled at his hair again with her free hand. Slap! Raham lightly spanked her bottom as punishment. Then he interlaced her fingers with his.

With her back against the bars, legs wrapped around her husband’s waist, and both hands now restrained, Carlie hung suspended in the air and cried incessantly.

“Ahhhhng, aah, aaaahng…! Haaahng…!”

“Haah, hwooh…!”

The next cl*max also came while she was pinned down. Raham embraced her tightly as he *jaculated, overcome by the hot cl*max. Carlie stretched her suspended toes to their limit as she came with him. The sensation of extreme pleasure seemed to fill her deepest core and overflow outward.

“Haaaah…”

Carlie let out a long breath and went limp. Raham straightened the shirt that had twisted during their intense lovemaking. Carlie slid downward like liquid, and Raham quickly caught her in his arms.

“Mmmmng…”

“Carlie, don’t fall asleep… The meal…”

Plop. Her completely drained body rested on his heated flesh. Feeling the firm arms supporting her bottom, Carlie fell into a deep sleep.

⁕⁕⁕

One morning, after their stay at the mansion with a dungeon had grown longer, Raham was rummaging through various items Carlie had taken out of her bag when he turned his head back. Carlie was rubbing her cheek against the white pillow, her face relaxed after another enjoyable time.

After searching to the very bottom of her bag, Raham asked:

“Carlie. Where’s the recovery elixir?”

“Mmm?”

Without opening her eyes, she lazily stretched out her fingers, pointing toward the empty display shelf. It was where the empty vials of perfume and contraceptives that she and Raham had just used up were displayed. Until yesterday, recovery elixirs had been there too.

Raham approached the bed and placed her hand, which was waving in the air, back on the blanket.

“We’ve used up everything that was there. Where did you put the extras?”

“Mmm. Don’t have any…”

Not understanding immediately, Raham blinked for a moment before asking again.

“Don’t… have any?”

“Mmm…”

Raham’s face gradually turned pale. He asked once more:

“Wh-what do you mean there aren’t any? There’s no recovery elixir?”

“Mmm… don’t think so… What I brought was all… yaaaawn…”

“What the…”

He trembled as he lifted the blanket that Carlie was wrapped in. The bottom he had been pounding earlier was flushed pink and radiating heat.

“Th-th-then what do we do about this…”

Naturally, the reason he had been able to spank his wife’s pretty bottom without any guilt was because she had recovery elixirs. He could do it knowing she would recover completely right after their lovemaking.

But now, after playing as usual, she says there’s no recovery elixir! He shook the drowsy Carlie awake, trembling with anxiety.

“Carlie! Carlie! You can’t sleep like this. Wake up!”

Carlie turned her head away in annoyance.

“Whyyy…”

“M-medicine! You said there’s none!”

“There isn’t…”

“I said wake up!”

A little later, Carlie reluctantly came to her senses, unable to resist her husband’s persistence. The sleep had been driven from her by the cold compress he placed on her bottom, and she grumbled:

“I was feeling so good. I could have just taken a nap and been done with it. It’s just tiring to not be able to sleep after doing so much.”

Raham replaced the compress on her bottom with an even colder one, his face horrified. Carlie rolled over irritably and kicked off the blanket that tangled around her calves. Then, seeing his handsome face full of distress, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“What are you so worried about? We can just buy more medicine.”

At those words, Raham jumped up.

“R-right. M-money, please give me money.”

Carlie adjusted her position and nodded toward her luggage bag.

“But there’s no need to rush… It’s not like something terrible will happen if I can’t apply it right away. Just take a nap. We can go out together later… yawn…”