He thr*st into her without restraint.

Ilenia kept swallowing her breath back, clutching the sheets tightly. Her hips were lifted high, her body laid open to him, and he moved forcefully between her thighs.

He spread her wider, exposing the heat flushing through her, before pushing himself deep inside her, filling her completely. He moved along the slick warmth of her trembling, yielding body, drawing out every response from her.

Unsatisfied with the way her legs hung helplessly in the air, he lifted them onto his shoulders and pressed himself even deeper inside her.

Though it was supposedly for Ilenia’s sake, it always seemed driven by his own need.

And Ilenia accepted it without resistance.

Delphius held onto her as if he were desperate, as if he were searching for the parts of himself that he had lost during their time apart. His lips trailed across her body, leaving no place untouched.

In their wake, red marks bloomed across her pale skin like scattered petals.

“Ah—Delphi… Delphius…!”

The hands that wrapped around her felt unusually warm.

Each time their bodies brushed, each time he pressed deeper, driving into her and stirring that sensitive point within, the way her neck and rounded shoulders flushed red was unbearably lovely.

Because all of it made Ilenia look alive.

Far more alive than when she lay still on the white bed, her face even paler than the sheets.

Delphius pursued her relentlessly.

It was also a desperate act, an instinctive urge to bury himself deeper, to leave his mark within her.

“P-Please… be gentler…”

“Does your stomach hurt? Or somewhere else?”

In an instant, he halted his heated movements and quickly checked her body.

Even as he remained firmly inside her—tense, as if he might pierce through at any moment—
his touch, as he examined her, was unexpectedly gentle.

“It doesn’t hurt, but…”

Ilenia bit her lower lip softly.

Her body, already flushed, deepened in color like a ripened apple.

“…If it feels too much… I’m afraid the baby might notice.”

Her voice was barely audible, even to him standing so close.

Soft. Embarrassed. So quiet that her shyness could be felt without even seeing her face.

“What if… our baby hears this…?”

The moment he saw her struggling to voice such a thought, Delphius let out a slow breath.

He gently brushed aside the strands of hair clinging to her cheek, tucking them behind her ear one by one.

“It’s alright, Ilenia.”

There was no need to worry about that.

Pressing a kiss to her exposed temple, he resumed his movements.

“Mm…”

“I’ll be careful not to reach the baby.”

Though his words were soft—almost tender—the rhythm of his body grew rough once more.

“Ah—mm…!”

“The baby won’t hear anything either.”

“Ah—Delphi, Delphi…!”

“Ilenia, there’s nothing you need to worry about. You can rest easy.”

As he held onto her trembling waist, her body arched beautifully beneath him.

Her heated breaths brushed against his skin—and at that moment, he knew.

She had reached her limit.

Delphius tightened his grip on her chest.

Since giving birth, her *reolas had become slightly more defined, swelling and rounding out. He took his child’s former feeding spots into his mouth.

“Ah…!”

Ilenia’s body temperature shot up. Perhaps embarrassed by her still-milk-filled br*ast filling his mouth, her hands fluttered about.

He grasped her hands and held them tight while sucking even more fervently. Like a small child filling an empty stomach.

He crushed the n*pple between his lips, then sucked and pulled, stimulating her. Each time he stimulated her br*ast, she could clearly feel her lower regions becoming thoroughly wet.

The intense stimulation, as strong as her embarrassment, carried her into the midst of a rough storm.

“A child would actually be happier seeing their parents spending time together.”

“But telling a child about such intimate matters like this isn’t really good for their emotional development… Hmm!”

When he gave her n*pple a light twist, her insides clenched around him uncontrollably. Delphius let out a choked sound and thr*st harder still.

“It’s alright. I’ll control myself.”

“Control? I mean, like that… Ah…!”

Gripping her hips, the intensity of his thr*sts made Ilenia’s eyes sparkle. Eventually, overcome by the ecstasy, Ilenia wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Ilenia.”

“……”

“Ilenia. Look at me.”

For a moment, he thought she might be pretending to sleep, but the instant his hand slid over her bare back, her body flinched ever so slightly.

Unable to resist how endearing she looked, he let out a low laugh.

“Why won’t you lift your head?”

“…Because I’m embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Of what? Don’t tell me it’s because we just shared a bed.”

“How could I not be? Before our child has even seen our faces… they’ve already been exposed to something so improper between their parents.”

“Improper? I’m sure they’d think it’s nothing but a happy, loving moment.”

As he said that, he pulled her into his arms.

Even now, their legs remained tangled together, disordered and close, and his half-hardened p*nis pressed insistently against her, leaving no room between them.

“At least, if nothing else, they might feel reassured—thinking they’re being born into a happy home, since their parents can’t seem to stay apart even for a moment.”

“Do you really think what you’re saying makes any sense right now?”

“If our child is already capable of judging their mother’s indecency, then intelligence at that level would be only natural. Ah… our child must be a genius. It might not be a bad idea to start looking for a tutor already, even if it’s a bit early.”

“Delphius!”

In the end, unable to hold back, Ilenia raised her voice in protest. His wife, now visibly upset, puffed out her cheeks as if she might bite him at any moment.

“I just meant… I don’t want the baby to feel any kind of pressure. They’re still in my womb… ngh—”

“It’s fine. You don’t need to worry about the child.”

Although he had nudged her before, this time he slipped more deliberately between her legs. Despite having just cleaned herself, she could feel the moisture that had gathered again brushing lightly against her sensitive flesh and making her shoulders tremble.

“How can I not worry? You’re about to become a father—you should really think more seriously about your responsibilities.”

“……”

She had expected an immediate reply—something like a promise that he would. But none came.

When no answer came no matter how long she waited, Ilenia cautiously lifted her head.

And what she found was Delphius’s face—one that seemed at a loss. A mix of sympathy, guilt, and something close to sorrow lingered in his expression as he looked at her.

“Delphius…? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…It’s nothing. All right. I’ll think it over.”

“Good. Then now—ah…!”

‘He said he would think about it.’

And yet, his hips moved again, his tip sliding smoothly into her entrance, which still trembled and spilled with lingering warmth.

“Ah— you said you’d think about it…!”

“I said I’d think about it. I never said I’d stop.”

“That’s not— nn…!”

Her brief, futile resistance didn’t last long. Before she knew it, Ilenia found herself moving in time with his slow, deliberate rhythm.

‘It’ll be fine. Nothing will go wrong. There’s nothing to worry about.’

As he pressed deeper into her, Delphius murmured those words to her again and again, that he would never harm her, that he would never do anything to put her in danger.

He pulled the trembling, pitifully shaking Ilenia into his arms. As if to ensure she would never slip away from him again, he gripped her soft flesh tightly in both hands, almost desperately.

“Ah… ngh, ha….”

Ilenia clamped both hands over her mouth. It seemed she was trying to keep even the smallest sound from reaching the child, but Delphius had no intention of letting her remain that way.

With relentless precision, he sought out every place that drew a response from her, pressing into them again and again. The overwhelming sensation swept through her before she could even process it, flooding every inch of her.

Everywhere he touched, sparks seemed to burst and scatter. The intensity was so great it made her question whether she was even allowed to feel such pleasure. As the overwhelming sensation shook her mind, she squeezed her eyes shut.

The flickering lights behind her eyelids gathered, merging into a blinding white flash. At the peak—so overwhelming it felt almost violent—it was as though a part of her mind simply melted away.

Between her ragged breaths, Delphius’s lips found hers. As if unable to hold back his own pleasure, he kissed her again and again, soothing her swollen lips—bruised from being bitten—with the slow, deliberate sweep of his tongue.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as though savoring the aftermath. Even as he remained fully joined with her, one of his hands gently patted her back.

It should have been a moment of perfect satisfaction.

And yet—

Ilenia lowered her hands and touched lightly at her chest. Alongside the fading intensity of her cl*max, that strange, persistent emptiness lingered—settling deep within her, refusing to leave.