The shock that surged through his body left him dazed and unable to think straight for a moment.

There had been times before when, not wanting to waste anything, he had forced it back into her trembling body. But he had never once collected it and made her swallow it like this.

This meant that it was not his doing.

Ilenia.

It was her choice — her own bold, unguarded act.

Seeing her slip her fingers into her mouth and slowly clean them was startling and deeply arresting; it felt almost reverent, almost sacred. The way her lips parted and her mouth moved so softly brought back memories of how she had taken him in just moments before.

When she finally swallowed, her delicate brow furrowed slightly, as though even that small act had required more effort than she let on.

“It doesn’t taste very good.”

Delphius could no longer deny it; his wife had changed. She had changed beyond question or remedy, for the better in every sense.

He had to restrain himself from pinning her down and taking her without mercy. When he finally spoke, his voice rumbled low and thick with desire.

“…That’s not meant to be eaten.”

“But you eat it, Delphius.”

Ilenia’s tongue swept across her lips as if savoring the taste.

“I thought if you could, then I could too… but this is a bit much.”

She added calmly, as though she only needed time to get used to it—and looked as though she might try again at any moment.

“There’s no need to get used to it. You don’t have to eat it.”

Delphius repeated himself firmly, unwilling to let his wife’s excessive curiosity take root.

“And you and I are not the same, Ilenia.”

“Not the same? I don’t see the difference.”

She tilted her head, clearly remembering when he had once pushed his fingers inside her and made her taste.

Salty, bitter, with a faint tang—never anything she would call pleasant. She whispered the memory under her breath, rambling as though confiding in him.

“There is a difference. You’re very different.”

“You don’t even like sweets.”

“You’re the exception.”

“So only I’m different in everything?”

“That’s right.”

With that brief exchange, Delphius caught her wandering hand near her lips and drew it upward.

“Enough of indulging your curiosity, my lady. It’s time you turn your attention back here.”

Even after spilling once, he was still thick, unyielding, twitching deliberately in her direction.

Ilenia swallowed hard, unable to hide it.

Delphius bent down and claimed her damp lips again. His tongue pressed beneath hers, gathering every trace of what still lingered and pulling it into his own mouth.

“Tonight… will you put it in yourself?”

“…What?”

“I’m asking if you’ll take me into your mouth on your own.”

Her dazed eyes widened and she blinked rapidly, as if she hadn’t heard correctly. Although she pretended to be a woman of experience, in moments like this she was still unmistakably that shy, provincial girl.

The rustic star that shone brightest when she forgot to hide it.

Delphius finally pulled Ilenia down onto his lap. Her hands, clutching at his shoulders, trembled violently.

“You know better than anyone where it’s supposed to go, don’t you, my lady?”

Even though he told her she could do it as she always had, Ilenia still couldn’t bring herself to lower her hips. Her trembling thighs jerked every time her cleft brushed against the tip, startling her into rising up again.

Each attempt ended in failure, and at last, tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t do it. I keep failing over and over.”

He pulled her trembling lips towards him, resisting the urge to guide her too much. He could have shown her everything from the outset, but instead he remained silent and watched. There was something quietly endearing about the way she struggled above him.

However, if he let her falter any longer, the woman she used to be — the one who yielded to him unquestioningly — might return. Now, for the first time, she was showing her own will. That, too, was beautiful, and he had no desire to pull her back into her old ways.

“Don’t just force yourself down. Hold onto me first.”

Delphius guided her hand lower and pressed her palm against him. Then he gently urged her hips downward.

Awkward and uncertain, she misjudged her position more than once before finally finding it. When she did, her body slowly yielded, drawing him in as she adjusted to him little by little.

“Ah… hhh—”

Her waist trembled violently as she swallowed the thickest part. The flush on her shoulders and the curve of her hips filled his vision.

“Ilenia.”

His tender urging spilled into her ear.

The arms that had only clung to his shoulders slipped around his neck, her frail body straining to take him in. He knew how desperately she was working to accept his size—yet each hot breath against his skin only tightened the pressure below.

“Stop… getting bigger.”

As expected, her soft m*an carried with it a faint rebuke. Even after taking the most difficult part, she still couldn’t lower herself fully—and it was his fault. His low laugh rumbled against her ear.

“Shall I help you?”

With her face flushed and quivering with emotion, she turned towards him. Her lips parted as if she were about to speak uncertainly and almost pleadingly. After a few hesitant attempts, however, she shook her head.

His smile deepened at her refusal.

That was Ilenia Lukeehardt: unyielding and stubborn to the very end. He found himself drawn to her quiet defiance.

Releasing the hand that had guided her, he instead let his touch drift to the soft curve of her hips, caressing her gently.

Her refusal of his help meant that the moment would drag on, an overwhelming blend of intensity and strain. While he held himself back, resisting the urge to lose control in that unrelenting closeness, the sensation remained… not entirely unpleasant.

“Ahh… mmm—”

Halfway down his veined, swollen p*nis, Ilenia trembled. From that precarious position, she began to move her hips, rising and falling shallowly. Each time the ridge of his tip grazed her inner walls, her waist jerked. However, once her body had grown accustomed to it, she didn’t stop.

“You need to lower your hips a little more, Ilenia. Hah… that’s it. A little further.”

Finally, when her thighs were pressed fully against his, she let out a heated cry into his ear. Between her quivering legs, her moisture overflowed and soaked him through. Clinging tightly to his neck, she gasped repeatedly, out of breath.

Moved by her efforts, Delphius gently stroked the back of her head. When she reached her peak, her soft body trembling and collapsing into his arms, he drew her closer.

“For your first time, you did well.”

Meant as praise, though it sounded almost mocking. Resting against his chest, she glared up at him with displeasure.

“Then perhaps you could make an effort to be a little smaller, at least.”

“Hmm. I wouldn’t know how to be smaller. But I’m fairly sure I could grow even bigger, if you’d like.”

Still rigid inside her, Delphius slid a hand down across her taut belly, where he remained buried deep. Ilenia let out a faint m*an, but his restless hand continued moving lower.

“Ah—Delphius, not yet… I just finished—ah!”

Her arms tightened desperately around his neck when his fingers pressed against the swollen bud above her stretched entrance. There was no escape—joined as they were, she couldn’t pull away. Pinning down her struggling thighs, he thr*st upward.

“Ahhh!”

Her eyelids fluttered violently, vision flashing white. Her hair spilled like foaming waves, scattering across their bare bodies.

“Ah—ha… Delphius—ahh, mmh, nnngh!”

Each time he thr*st into her with all his strength, the force of it overwhelmed her completely, far beyond anything her feeble resistance could withstand. Her slick, heated body clung tightly to his as the sound of their movements echoed between them.

Her insides, as narrow as her delicate hands, gripped him tightly. Even when he tried to pull away, the warmth around him seemed reluctant to let go, drawing him back in as if refusing to release him.

This was typical of Ilenia: once tense and resistant, she was now yielding completely, taking in everything until she had nothing left to give.

His movements became sharper and more forceful, needing little support as he repeatedly thr*st into her. Yet it was Ilenia who let out soft, breathless cries, her voice trembling under the intensity.

Trapped in that deep, relentless embrace, he pushed her to the very edge. Each movement drew a reaction from her; her body responded helplessly as the pressure built.

“Ah—yes… no… ah—!”

Her pale skin flushed deeply as he continued relentlessly, consuming her. And at last, as though claiming the end of all restraint, he surrendered, holding her close as they both reached their peak, fully embracing the moment.