Deep grooves formed on her thighs, which stood wide apart on her knees. Between them, when Norton thrust his p*nis upward once more, clear fluid dripped steadily from Evelyn’s urethra.

“Uh… ung…”

She felt like an animal floundering in pleasure. Evelyn’s thighs trembled violently with uncontrollable convulsions, and she kept straightening her body to avoid the penetrating manhood. 

However, the strong grip that wouldn’t release her private parts ultimately forced her to be impaled on the thick shaft again.

“Ungg… Y-Your Excellency.”

Norton briefly released Evelyn, who was trembling and panicking with her entire body. Though she tried to escape by raising her knees, she didn’t realize this only widened the trajectory of penetration.

Clear fluids continued to drip steadily. Despite tensing her muscles, she couldn’t stop the liquid flowing from her excitement, and she began to sob.

Norton released her spread l*bia and vigorously rubbed her cl*toris.

“Ack!”

With a sharp scream, Evelyn’s body involuntarily went limp, causing the steadily dripping fluids to gush out all at once with a splashing sound, like urination.

The scattered fluids made everything slick. Having drawn out her excitement, Norton finally gripped her small pelvis firmly and began rapidly thrusting his hips upward.

Splash, splash!

The sound of flesh mixing in water was intense.

Evelyn shook so much that her fully arched back nearly fell backward. The Border Count, his face buried in her flowing hair and slender back, thrust mercilessly.

A golden aura rippled beneath the skin of her lower back.

Even from behind, the skin touched by that light was mysterious and sacred. He pushed his member up into the vaginal walls that had tightened so much they seemed impenetrable. 

His muscles tensed prominently, and he had to pour all his strength into his thrusts, so formidable were her vaginal walls.

Finally reaching the end, when his tip plunged in with a deep sound.

Bang! The golden light burst once more, and the trajectory of the light grew large enough to fill the bedroom.

Norton groaned and ej*culated into the vaginal walls that squeezed his manhood.

“Ungh. E…velyn…”

His vision blurred, turning completely white before his eyes. The two writhed in ecstasy for a long while, still connected.

Whitish s*men seeped through the gap of her vaginal opening, which greedily swallowed his thick shaft, then flowed down along his root and scrotum.

As the strength of her vaginal walls gradually loosened and he was able to release his held breath, the aura gradually diminished in size, and Norton’s vision became clearer. 

Feeling more vitality in his body than ever before, with all his physical senses clearing up, he twisted Evelyn’s head, still panting, and kissed her.

Her mouth, already wet with dripping saliva, became even slicker when the Border Count’s tongue intertwined with hers, much like her private parts. Feeling her vaginal opening twitching, he tightly embraced her slender body and shared breath with her for a long time.

* * *

At first, it was uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing. Resting without working, her body pursuing pleasure under the pretext of purification while disregarding faith, staying in a man’s room, indulging in food, everything creaked and made her restless.

None of it was welcome. However, the Border Count neither sent her back to the volunteer group nor allowed her to heal others.

Like any noble lady, he let her enjoy desserts, read whatever books she wanted, tend to her skin, and take walks. And he took her whenever he pleased.

By the time she became somewhat accustomed to this, she found herself surrounded by glancing stares. 

Passing maids, numerous workers encountered in the garden, knights met while walking around the castle, the piercing gazes of vassals when she was in the office with him.

Making it impossible for her not to know that her presence was unwelcome in this Norton Castle.

The only one who remained unchanged was Jile, who loved to talk. Except that her form of address had changed from “Priestess” to “Miss.”

“Please take only a short walk before returning, Miss. Someone from the dressmaker’s is scheduled to visit this afternoon. Your weight has increased a little, so your dresses need to be refitted. They said they’ll bring plenty of perfumes too, so you can choose the ones you like.”

“Don’t call me ‘Miss.'”

“But His Excellency ordered it. I’m sorry.”

“Sigh…”

While he called out for his priestess whenever he was excited, Norton gradually stopped calling her “Priestess” when looking for her in front of the castle people.

When he asked, “Where is Lady Evelyn?” subordinates naturally began calling her “Miss.” 

When she protested to the Border Count, he insisted that he wanted her to be a priestess only to him.

“I don’t want to meet the dressmaker. Contact them and tell them not to visit.”

“But.”

“Jile. Please do as I say. Please.”

“…Yes, Miss.”

Even after hearing the answer, Evelyn could only sigh. That “Miss” business strangely didn’t suit her.

“Ah. His Excellency is coming. Over there. Then I’ll go contact the dressmaker.”

Jile, pointing to the end of the walkway, slipped away almost like escaping. Evelyn blankly watched the large figure approaching rapidly, taking big strides even over a long distance.

Under the sun, he was dazzlingly brilliant.

His skin seemed to glow, his features were distinct, his sharp eyes overflowed with vitality. With shoulders more imposing than ever and movements that appeared light despite his enormous build, he was not a middle-aged man worn down by monster subjugation but the embodiment of a vibrant man.

Evelyn stared blankly at Norton, purified of demonic energy. Along with the strange worry about how popular he might have been had he purified his demonic energy earlier.

“Evelyn.”

His low voice penetrated her ears, making her heart pound.

His mouth that stretched into a smile whenever he saw her and his evenly revealed teeth made even the wrinkles formed over time make him look perfect.

“Your Excellency.”

Evelyn greeted him with a slight curtsy. The strong arm that immediately wrapped around her waist pulled her close, naturally filling her with the man’s scent.

Feeling her heart pounding, Evelyn averted her gaze, pretending not to notice how her lower regions throbbed just from smelling the Border Count’s skin. Though that only changed her view from one chest to another.

“Where’s your bonnet? Why are you frowning so much?”

“I forgot it.”

He rested his chin on top of Evelyn’s head and pulled her closer into his arms. Naturally wrapping her arms around his waist to embrace him, the man’s unique firmness and heavy scent reassured her.

Being with him made everything feel safe. Pleased with this feeling she was experiencing for the first time, Evelyn rubbed her cheek against his chest.

A long breath flowed from above her head, and when a large hand lifted her chin, Evelyn looked up at the man. Before their eyes could properly meet, his plump tongue pushed in first.

After entangling their tongues until they were slick, he released her, bit her cheek, and sucked on her earlobe.

“Mmm. Your Excellency. Can’t you stop calling the dressmaker?”

“Then you could just wear the bonnets you already have and walk around in flowing dresses. That would solve it.”

Grabbing her br*ast through her clothes, he bit the nape of his priestess’s neck. Feeling her er*ect n*pples through the thin fabric, Norton kneaded them with his hand, almost like he was nibbling on them.

“That much… ung… is unnecessary. The ones with lace and jewels are uncomfortable. I’ve said I won’t wear them, so why do you keep buying such things?”

“Because I like how you protest vehemently every time I buy them?”

“Ungh.”

Norton raised his tongue and moved from her straight collarbone up her neck to her cheek and ear. He tormented the priestess, who trembled with a moaning sound, by poking his tongue into her small ear hole.

“You said ungh… wastefulness is detestable in the north.”

“But I also said I allow luxury for my priestess.”

“Mmh. Stop it. Someone might come.”

Evelyn, with one side of her face covered in his saliva, pushed him away. Norton retreated, giving her earlobe one last lingering suck.

He burst into laughter at her sulky upward gaze with impure eyes, interlaced his fingers with her small hand, and led her deeper into the forest.

“Let’s walk more. I’ll show you the oldest tree in this castle.”

“Has it lived longer than Your Excellency?”

“Of course. It’s been here since this castle was built, so its age is immeasurable.”

The two walked along the winding path, chatting amicably. Norton enjoyed the priestess’s gentle speaking voice. 

Even if she talked about trivial things, listening to Evelyn’s voice made all his worries disappear, giving him the feeling of being an ordinary man living a peaceful day.

It was the first leisure he had ever felt in a life that had never been calm. And from a young lady who had lived less than half his lifetime.

Even their tightly interlaced fingers amused him. Her small, delicate hand was like a young branch protruding from between his thick fingers. Not a properly grown, thick, sturdy stem, but Evelyn was like a small branch that sprouted irregularly, freely sprouting tender leaves.

She seemed so fragile that he worried she might break at the slightest touch, and he wanted to give her plenty of water and nutrients to help her grow vigorously.