“Ahk!”

Her round hips jerked upward, bouncing helplessly in the air. Her soft thighs thrashed as if trying to escape, yet Delphius’s hand kept her pinned, leaving her only to squirm in place.

“W-wait… ahn!”

Startled by the sound that slipped from her lips, Ilenia slapped a hand over her mouth. But once loosed, the cries would not stop.

“No… it feels strange, so strange.”

“Strange is what’s natural. Just relax and accept it.”

“Even if you say that… nghh!”

“Good girl, Ilenia.”

His voice had grown rough, yet his tone remained almost coaxing, as if soothing a child on the verge of tears. Her mind was being driven to its very edge.

His tongue traced the length of her outstretched neck, and at the same time, he pushed in another finger.

“Aah!”

His thumb found her bud and pressed, and her pink eyes flew open. Heat clouded them, shimmering with a sensual haze, though confusion still wavered inside.

“Ahh, I—I, that…”

“Delphius.”

He cut across her words, biting lightly at her ear.

“If you can’t even call your husband’s name, how can we call this a real family?”

“…Delphius. Please.”

“Please, what? Say it clearly.”

His neat fingertips pressed deeper, rubbing mercilessly. Her thighs, once trembling shut, had long since fallen open of their own accord.

“Just a little more…”

Hesitant lips moved as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The sudden rush of sweet, fruity fragrance accompanied the soft press of her br*asts against his jaw.

“Deeper…”

She had begged him to stop, to pull away—yet now she pleaded for more. A dry laugh almost escaped him, but the request was exactly what he’d been waiting to hear.

“Ahhh!”

Without hesitation, he drove his fingers deep inside. They curled into her walls, plunging into hidden folds, unerringly finding the path forward. Every movement of his hand reverberated through her body.

“Ahhn, ahh, haa…”

“How deep? Deeper than this?”

Wet, obscene sounds accompanied each relentless thr*st. Her fl*ids spilled freely, soaking her folds and dripping down to lubricate his wrist.

The entrance that had once clamped down on him with biting resistance now easily swallowed and released his fingers. Nevertheless, the fit was tight, clinging desperately to his every movement.

“Tell me, Ilenia. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“I… I think you can go deeper, a little deeper…”

“Hah. My wife certainly has an appetite.”

He pushed another finger inside. His entrance stretched and fluttered helplessly as it struggled to take him in. Then it sealed tightly around him, refusing to let him go.

She was greedy above and below — perhaps it was simply her nature. With a low laugh, Delphius bent down and took her br*ast into his mouth.

“Hhhhnngh!”

At first, she hesitantly clutched at his head, but then her hands moved rhythmically, softly stroking down the back of his neck. Torn between pushing him away and moving closer, her hips arched sharply.

Sensing her approaching cl*max, he bit down hard on the n*pple he had been teasing with his tongue.

“……!”

A soundless release tore through her body. Her hips lifted and her nectar spilled down between her thighs in heavy drops. Her walls clenched around his fingers so fiercely that they felt as though they might snap. Slowly, he withdrew his hand.

“Ahhh, hhhnn…”

Her thighs were still trembling with aftershocks and she was unable to shake off the lingering sensations. He wiped the moisture from her pale thighs, then unfastened his belt.

Thud.

In one impatient motion, his trousers dropped, freeing his *rect p*nis, which stood heavy and *rect against his stomach.

“Ah…”

Ilenia’s eyes widened at the sight.

She had begged him only moments ago to put it inside—yet confronted with the reality, she kept stealing anxious glances at it.

“Want to put it in yourself?”

“Wh-what? N-now? What do you…”

“You were staring so intently. Thought maybe you wanted to.”

“N-no! That’s not it!”

Her voice shrank to a mutter.

“It’s just… it’s bigger than I thought…”

But in the privacy of their own bedroom, every word was clear to him.

Delphius laughed briefly and pulled her closer. Their lower bodies touched, and her sharp intake of breath filled the air.

“It’s… hot…”

“I know.”

“And you’re impossibly soft.”

His hoarse voice revealing the truth he couldn’t ignore. Even the slightest touch made him fear that he would cl*max too soon. He almost shamed himself on their very first night.

“Can I… touch it?”

“Too late.”

He rejected her outright and gripped himself instead. He made her twitch with surprise by rubbing his *rect p*nis against her.

“Turns out I’m a lot more impatient than I thought.”

If she were to touch him with her delicate hands right now, he might truly lose control and spill himself inside her.

“If you want to do that, you’ll have to wait until next time.”

“Next time? When will—ah!”

Her back arched, muscles in her hips tightening before snapping forward again with a sudden jolt.

“Kh…!”

For a moment, his mind went blank as a chilling pleasure swept through his body. The urge to thr*st without restraint and lose himself entirely in the movement of his hips overpowered the last of his rational thought.

“…D*mn it.”

He bit down hard on the inside of his mouth. The coppery taste of blood helped bring his thoughts back, if only slightly.

He had expected her to be tight, but the maddening pressure far exceeded anything he could have imagined. From tip to base, her body clamped down as though trying to suffocate him, and every pulse shook his sanity.

“Ahh… hhhnn…”

“…Does it hurt?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she shook her head.

“It hurts, but… more than that, it feels strange, like something’s pushing through my insides. My stomach aches, as if my organs are being pressed aside.”

Her hand moved to her lower belly and pressed there, as though to confirm that he was filling her. The sight alone was unbearably *rotic, and he almost lost control.

He had been holding back, yet she dared to do something like that.

“…Then it means I can move, doesn’t it?”

“That’s not what I—hhhnn!”

He pulled his hips back, thrusting in deeper with each movement and forcing more of himself inside her, testing her limits.

“Ah, stop—no more will fit, hhhnn!”

She pushed at his chest desperately, but he caught her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. She wriggled against his grip, but couldn’t move an inch.

Once she was still, he gripped her waist with his other hand and thr*st harder.

“Ahhh!”

Her full br*asts bounced with each impact, their flushed peaks standing *rect and irresistibly drawing his gaze.

Her inner walls clung to him, providing an intense sensation with each thr*st. The pleasure was so intoxicating that he could have spent a lifetime chasing this relentless motion alone. Somewhere in the haze, the thought that he should be mindful of Ilenia flickered, but his body no longer obeyed reason. It moved only to indulge, driven by raw instinct.

Unable to withstand the storm flooding her body, Ilenia clung to him in desperation. With each wet slap of flesh, her arms wrapped around him as if to anchor herself; with each thr*st, her reddened folds stretched to pull him deeper in.

“Uhhhnn!”

Her full br*asts bounced with each impact, their flushed peaks standing *rect and irresistibly drawing his gaze.

Her inner walls clung to him, providing an intense sensation with each thr*st. The pleasure was so intoxicating that he could have spent a lifetime chasing this relentless motion alone. Somewhere in the haze, the thought that he should be mindful of Ilenia flickered, but his body no longer obeyed reason. It moved only to indulge, driven by raw instinct.

Unable to withstand the storm flooding her body, Ilenia clung to him in desperation. With each wet slap of flesh, her arms wrapped around him as if to anchor herself; with each thr*st, her reddened folds stretched to pull him deeper in.

“Haahh—hhhnn—nnnh!”

With each pounding thr*st, her m*ans broke apart. Her slack, parted lips emitted shallow gasps and ragged breaths.

Delphius bent down and devoured her mouth, drinking in her cries. At first, her lips squirmed against his, but they soon melted beneath his touch. Her breath smelt sweet, like ripe fruit, and he inhaled it greedily, again and again.

“Bear my child, Ilenia.”

His harsh whisper burned against her ear. Their mingled sweat and bodily fl*ids clung between them, indistinguishable as to whose was whose.

“If you give birth safely, everything will be laid at your feet.”

This—at least—was truth. With her carrying his heir, he would at last ascend as Duke of Lukehardt. All the better if it was a son. A clear successor to his line would leave no room for doubt.

Seizing her thighs, he spread her wide, pushing into her until there was no further to go—driving toward the deepest place, as though he might reach her very womb.

And when he struck that peak, he surrendered completely. His release tore free, unstoppable—long and heavy—his seed, pent and unshed until now, surging forth in thick waves to fill her without end.

“Hahh…”

His ragged breaths filled the air as her body tightened around him, clinging to the flood of his release as it spilled deep inside.

For a time, he was consumed by a sense of satisfaction that reached the very crown of his head. Nothing else had ever compared — no report of numbers, no triumph or conquest, had ever made him feel so complete. At last, he thought, he had been rewarded.

But this fullness, which seemed eternal, was only a fleeting illusion. When her inner walls quivered and gripped him tightly, a sharper, more urgent hunger flared up inside him. Though his mind cooled in the aftermath of cl*max, his body betrayed him. His blood surged hot and insistent once more, rushing back to his loins with relentless force.

A dry hunger parched his throat and assaulted his senses. Before, he had surrendered to it almost mechanically, unaware of what this union could truly offer. But now he had tasted the pleasure of being joined, why would he ever settle for mere release?

“Uh…”

Ilenia’s startled whisper broke the silence. Her voice trembled as she felt him stir to life once more inside her, having been slack only a moment ago.

“Wh–why is it… doing this?”

“Well. Maybe because I want more?”

“But… just now, you already—”

“Didn’t realize I recover this quickly.”

Delphius’s lips trailed lazily along her shoulder as he murmured in an unbothered and amused manner. The night was long, and their honeymoon meant they had days, perhaps even weeks, of uninterrupted time together. His carefully laid plans were already unravelling, replaced by a single thought:

The idea of spending every moment of their journey lost together in bed did not sound so bad.

A crooked smile tugged at his mouth as he slowly drew his hips back, setting a new pace.