“Yes, wait a minute...”
In a situation already quite wet, if you apply too much force, you'll slip and fall. Elise pushed his shoulder hard as if protesting.
"Your Highness...?"
Their gazes met in the darkness, barely half a span apart. The close proximity allowed Elise to see his cerulean eyes clearly.
Elise felt a chill. The intense, deep, dark passion in his eyes. If that were acting, Blake was clearly a true genius.
“Surely not...?”
A deep crack formed between his brows as he looked down at her, muttering.
“It’s the first night. Do you want to get married?”
Of course, Elise was supposed to be the wife of Grand Duke Blake Frozen after a brief affair. That was clearly the case in the script.
“No, that’s not it...”
The acting has to be perfect, up to the point where it's written in the script.
But now, the scene specified in the script had ended, and there were no other supporting actors watching. In short, wasn't this a situation where acting was unnecessary?
“That’s fortunate. It seems too late to ask me to stop.”
“...!”
Before Elise could say anything, he was already digging in.
A gasp escaped her lips. The smooth entry was only about a finger's width. From then on, it was nothing short of forcible. A thick, hard object filled her insides, plunging into her with a ferocious thrust.
Elise felt her mind go blank. Her eyes were wide open, and no sound escaped her parted mouth. She had gripped his shoulder so tightly she hadn't even realized she was hurting him.
“It’s much, much narrower than I thought...”
Even Blake's labored mutterings fell on deaf ears. The impact felt like a body being ripped in half.
Little by little, without stopping, it had been advancing without stopping until it finally sank in.
“...It would be better to breathe...”
This wasn't acting.
Elise couldn't come to her senses. The feeling of something in her stomach was real.
'Now, with this man...?'
Blake, who was frowning as if in pain, covered her face with his hands.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Elise, who came to her senses at the sound of someone calling her repeatedly, exhaled sharply.
“Right. Well done.”
“What... What is this...”
Blake looked down at her, sobbing, with an incomprehensible gaze.
“I didn’t know this existed.”
He wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes with his lips. Then he slid one hand under her back and gently stroked it.
"I guess they don't teach it in advance in Clanton. Learning through experience isn't a bad idea."
'No, that's not what I meant!'
Elise remembered what the one who had sent her here had said.
"You're an agent of the alliance, so why are you acting like this? Something's wrong!"
Although they only exchanged a few words, Blake was completely different from the information Elise had heard about the "upperworld agent." He was described as being clear and cool-headed, but he seemed like a completely different person.
'Maybe there was some mistake.'
She, too, was rushed into the situation. If the upper world agent missed the opportunity to intervene, she wouldn't have been able to get back to the story yet.
If that's the case, then she shouldn't rashly bring up another topic with Blake now. If he, her husband, starts to suspect her, her room for maneuver will be limited.
“Madam. Elise. Look at me. Yes?”
Blake continued to comfort her, perhaps concerned that she was trembling with her eyes closed. He gently leaned his forehead against hers and whispered softly.
“Trust me. It will get better.”
Elise slowly opened her eyes. Blake's cerulean eyes were fixed on hers. She could see beads of sweat beading on his forehead. His breathing was ragged, a different note than before.
Her first priority was to focus on the weapon heavily embedded in jer body. Her only experience was in her pre-death body. This body simply wasn't adapting to his.
Before she knew it, his other hand was between her legs. He gently stroked her tense thigh. He also gently kneaded it, as if to encourage her to relax.
Thanks to his touch, Elise's body was gradually calming down.
“I feel a little better now.”
Blake smiled in relief, unaware of the complicated circumstances in her mind.
“But I can’t stay up all night like this.”
Elise let out a scream of "Ah!" at the slight thrust of his body, followed by a thrust. He studied her face intently, but didn't stop moving. He slowly turned his waist, as if trying to imprint his body.
The feeling was getting increasingly awkward. Elise, feeling irritated for no reason, pushed him hard. But Blake didn't seem to notice her pushing him away.
Instead, he grabbed her hand, which was groping around his shoulder and chest, and kissed her sweaty palm.
“Ugh...”
A moan escaped her lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked her hand, from the center to the ring finger. He teased the tips of each finger with his lips, then flicked her wrist. He placed a long kiss on the spot where her pulse throbbed and whispered.
“It smells sweet.”
Even during this time, his gaze never left her face.
“The thing floating in the bathtub must be a rose. Then is this the scent of you, Madam?”
Elise gulped at his passionate gaze, like that of a lurking beast. It was overly provocative. Was the sensuality he wore innate?
'This guy's quite affectionate, isn't he? Not a bad bed partner.'
Now, Elise decided to embrace him comfortably. He would see it through to the end anyway. Otherwise, she wouldn't have even started. Since it had come to this, she just had to enjoy it.
Quick judgment and adaptability were among Elise's many strengths.
Elise tried to relax her body as he had instructed. The burning pain was bearable. Thanks to the slight wetness before insertion, she didn't feel any friction.
Perhaps out of consideration for her, who seemed ignorant, he didn't try to satisfy his greed unnecessarily.
Since they were going to mix flesh, it was fortunate that his face and body suited her taste.
'Ah. And the voice.'
The low moans he let out sounded terribly erotic to Elise's ears. Her instincts were urging him to be more aroused.
Elise slowly slid her hand from his chest. She stroked his thick, strong shoulder, then moved up to wrap her arms around his neck. She breathed warmly, matching his movements.
The tongue that slipped into her open mouth tenaciously licked and devoured hers.
“Yeah...”
The kiss wasn't bad either. Elise began to feel better and better.
She loved this man, completely absorbed in her, passionately breathing and moving his body. Before she knew it, her wet bottom was adding to the pleasure. The pain was gone, and only pleasure remained.
“Haa, Elise...”
The name flowing from his lips was sweet.
He had been rotating his hips while inserting deeply, but he gradually widened his range of motion. He pulled out about halfway, and with each thrust, Elise's insides clung to him as if biting.
“I’m going crazy.”
Blake, his upper body erect, gripped the headboard with a violent grip. The force of his thrusts grew so strong that flesh clanked against flesh. To prevent herself from being pushed upward, Elise wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her back jerked as the penetration deepened, matching the narrowed distance. Her most sensitive spot was pressed and scratched relentlessly. She felt her love juices gush out. Shallow climaxes swept through her body several times, gradually building to a crescendo.
“Ugh, ugh...!”
Her coquettish moans completely took away his reason.
Blake, too, was completely lost in his passion. He had never imagined that a woman's body could so devastate him.
He wrapped one arm around her body and sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. A creaking sound came from the bedside.
"Ah...!"
Elise's head fell back. Blake couldn't bear the tight, squeezing sensation any longer. He poured his first passion into her. It was as rough as his ragged breathing.
“Haa, haa...”
Both of them stood still, gasping for breath. After a while, they finally calmed down and had the presence of mind to look around.
He lifted his head from the nape of Elise's neck and flinched sharply.
“...?”
Blake lifted his hand from the cracked headboard and gently rubbed the back of her neck where he had bitten her.
“I’m sorry. It’ll leave a mark.”
Elise blinked slowly and looked up at him. He had been staring at her so intently before, as if he were going to devour her, but now he was avoiding her gaze.
'It doesn't hurt that much.'
She wondered how hard she had bitten, but she was so exhausted. Her entire body was so sore she could barely lift a finger. It was the wrong time, but she was falling asleep like crazy.
Come to think of it, she's been through so much in just one day. She's died, experienced the afterlife, and been possessed by a scenario. And then...
'It's been so long since I've had sex.'
It was a satisfying sex, enough to make her feel it even with her newly acquired virgin body.
Perhaps sensing her fatigue, he carefully pulled away. As if one stroke wasn't enough, his was still there. The sight of it nodding, soaking wet, was utterly hideous.
He coughed in vain at Elise's gaze that followed him.
“Today... I will endure it.”
If Elise had heard those words before she died, she would have held her head high, saying there was no need to endure it. Her fierce competitive spirit was evident even in bed.
But now, she couldn't bring herself to do that. Her new body was too weak. Without even the slightest muscle, it was just flabby and would break down if she overworked it even a little.
'I need to build up my stamina first. I'm so sleepy I could die...'
Instead of provoking him, Elise quietly lowered her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered in humiliation. Even that sight seemed pitiful, and Blake's gaze softened even further.
He picked her up in a flash and kicked away the messy sheets.
“Do you want to wash?”
Elise stifled a yawn and shook her head. Blake looked down at the tears forming at the corners of her eyes for a moment, then lay her back down on the bed. He, too, lay down beside her.
“I want to give you an arm pillow.”
“...I want to give it to you.”
“...”
If you sleep with that thick arm, your shoulders and neck will definitely get stiff.
But she couldn't think of anything to say in return. Her role as the shy new bride was just beginning.
Elise had no choice but to rest her head on his arm instead of the pillow. He carefully smoothed her hair. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the affection and gentleness of his gaze.
Thinking back, this man couldn't possibly be that agent. Far from being cold, he was overly affectionate.
'I don't know... Let's sleep on it for now and think about it tomorrow.'
Elise fell into a deep sleep, feeling the soft blanket wrap around her body.
In a situation already quite wet, if you apply too much force, you'll slip and fall. Elise pushed his shoulder hard as if protesting.
"Your Highness...?"
Their gazes met in the darkness, barely half a span apart. The close proximity allowed Elise to see his cerulean eyes clearly.
Elise felt a chill. The intense, deep, dark passion in his eyes. If that were acting, Blake was clearly a true genius.
“Surely not...?”
A deep crack formed between his brows as he looked down at her, muttering.
“It’s the first night. Do you want to get married?”
Of course, Elise was supposed to be the wife of Grand Duke Blake Frozen after a brief affair. That was clearly the case in the script.
“No, that’s not it...”
The acting has to be perfect, up to the point where it's written in the script.
But now, the scene specified in the script had ended, and there were no other supporting actors watching. In short, wasn't this a situation where acting was unnecessary?
“That’s fortunate. It seems too late to ask me to stop.”
“...!”
Before Elise could say anything, he was already digging in.
A gasp escaped her lips. The smooth entry was only about a finger's width. From then on, it was nothing short of forcible. A thick, hard object filled her insides, plunging into her with a ferocious thrust.
Elise felt her mind go blank. Her eyes were wide open, and no sound escaped her parted mouth. She had gripped his shoulder so tightly she hadn't even realized she was hurting him.
“It’s much, much narrower than I thought...”
Even Blake's labored mutterings fell on deaf ears. The impact felt like a body being ripped in half.
Little by little, without stopping, it had been advancing without stopping until it finally sank in.
“...It would be better to breathe...”
This wasn't acting.
Elise couldn't come to her senses. The feeling of something in her stomach was real.
'Now, with this man...?'
Blake, who was frowning as if in pain, covered her face with his hands.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Elise, who came to her senses at the sound of someone calling her repeatedly, exhaled sharply.
“Right. Well done.”
“What... What is this...”
Blake looked down at her, sobbing, with an incomprehensible gaze.
“I didn’t know this existed.”
He wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes with his lips. Then he slid one hand under her back and gently stroked it.
"I guess they don't teach it in advance in Clanton. Learning through experience isn't a bad idea."
'No, that's not what I meant!'
Elise remembered what the one who had sent her here had said.
"You're an agent of the alliance, so why are you acting like this? Something's wrong!"
Although they only exchanged a few words, Blake was completely different from the information Elise had heard about the "upperworld agent." He was described as being clear and cool-headed, but he seemed like a completely different person.
'Maybe there was some mistake.'
She, too, was rushed into the situation. If the upper world agent missed the opportunity to intervene, she wouldn't have been able to get back to the story yet.
If that's the case, then she shouldn't rashly bring up another topic with Blake now. If he, her husband, starts to suspect her, her room for maneuver will be limited.
“Madam. Elise. Look at me. Yes?”
Blake continued to comfort her, perhaps concerned that she was trembling with her eyes closed. He gently leaned his forehead against hers and whispered softly.
“Trust me. It will get better.”
Elise slowly opened her eyes. Blake's cerulean eyes were fixed on hers. She could see beads of sweat beading on his forehead. His breathing was ragged, a different note than before.
Her first priority was to focus on the weapon heavily embedded in jer body. Her only experience was in her pre-death body. This body simply wasn't adapting to his.
Before she knew it, his other hand was between her legs. He gently stroked her tense thigh. He also gently kneaded it, as if to encourage her to relax.
Thanks to his touch, Elise's body was gradually calming down.
“I feel a little better now.”
Blake smiled in relief, unaware of the complicated circumstances in her mind.
“But I can’t stay up all night like this.”
Elise let out a scream of "Ah!" at the slight thrust of his body, followed by a thrust. He studied her face intently, but didn't stop moving. He slowly turned his waist, as if trying to imprint his body.
The feeling was getting increasingly awkward. Elise, feeling irritated for no reason, pushed him hard. But Blake didn't seem to notice her pushing him away.
Instead, he grabbed her hand, which was groping around his shoulder and chest, and kissed her sweaty palm.
“Ugh...”
A moan escaped her lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked her hand, from the center to the ring finger. He teased the tips of each finger with his lips, then flicked her wrist. He placed a long kiss on the spot where her pulse throbbed and whispered.
“It smells sweet.”
Even during this time, his gaze never left her face.
“The thing floating in the bathtub must be a rose. Then is this the scent of you, Madam?”
Elise gulped at his passionate gaze, like that of a lurking beast. It was overly provocative. Was the sensuality he wore innate?
'This guy's quite affectionate, isn't he? Not a bad bed partner.'
Now, Elise decided to embrace him comfortably. He would see it through to the end anyway. Otherwise, she wouldn't have even started. Since it had come to this, she just had to enjoy it.
Quick judgment and adaptability were among Elise's many strengths.
Elise tried to relax her body as he had instructed. The burning pain was bearable. Thanks to the slight wetness before insertion, she didn't feel any friction.
Perhaps out of consideration for her, who seemed ignorant, he didn't try to satisfy his greed unnecessarily.
Since they were going to mix flesh, it was fortunate that his face and body suited her taste.
'Ah. And the voice.'
The low moans he let out sounded terribly erotic to Elise's ears. Her instincts were urging him to be more aroused.
Elise slowly slid her hand from his chest. She stroked his thick, strong shoulder, then moved up to wrap her arms around his neck. She breathed warmly, matching his movements.
Her stiff body relaxed naturally, melting and entwining with his. He took her lips, red as petals, into his mouth as if to swallow them whole.
“Yeah...”
The kiss wasn't bad either. Elise began to feel better and better.
She loved this man, completely absorbed in her, passionately breathing and moving his body. Before she knew it, her wet bottom was adding to the pleasure. The pain was gone, and only pleasure remained.
“Haa, Elise...”
The name flowing from his lips was sweet.
He had been rotating his hips while inserting deeply, but he gradually widened his range of motion. He pulled out about halfway, and with each thrust, Elise's insides clung to him as if biting.
“I’m going crazy.”
Blake, his upper body erect, gripped the headboard with a violent grip. The force of his thrusts grew so strong that flesh clanked against flesh. To prevent herself from being pushed upward, Elise wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her back jerked as the penetration deepened, matching the narrowed distance. Her most sensitive spot was pressed and scratched relentlessly. She felt her love juices gush out. Shallow climaxes swept through her body several times, gradually building to a crescendo.
“Ugh, ugh...!”
Her coquettish moans completely took away his reason.
Blake, too, was completely lost in his passion. He had never imagined that a woman's body could so devastate him.
He wrapped one arm around her body and sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. A creaking sound came from the bedside.
"Ah...!"
Elise's head fell back. Blake couldn't bear the tight, squeezing sensation any longer. He poured his first passion into her. It was as rough as his ragged breathing.
“Haa, haa...”
Both of them stood still, gasping for breath. After a while, they finally calmed down and had the presence of mind to look around.
He lifted his head from the nape of Elise's neck and flinched sharply.
“...?”
Blake lifted his hand from the cracked headboard and gently rubbed the back of her neck where he had bitten her.
“I’m sorry. It’ll leave a mark.”
Elise blinked slowly and looked up at him. He had been staring at her so intently before, as if he were going to devour her, but now he was avoiding her gaze.
'It doesn't hurt that much.'
She wondered how hard she had bitten, but she was so exhausted. Her entire body was so sore she could barely lift a finger. It was the wrong time, but she was falling asleep like crazy.
Come to think of it, she's been through so much in just one day. She's died, experienced the afterlife, and been possessed by a scenario. And then...
'It's been so long since I've had sex.'
It was a satisfying sex, enough to make her feel it even with her newly acquired virgin body.
Perhaps sensing her fatigue, he carefully pulled away. As if one stroke wasn't enough, his was still there. The sight of it nodding, soaking wet, was utterly hideous.
He coughed in vain at Elise's gaze that followed him.
“Today... I will endure it.”
If Elise had heard those words before she died, she would have held her head high, saying there was no need to endure it. Her fierce competitive spirit was evident even in bed.
But now, she couldn't bring herself to do that. Her new body was too weak. Without even the slightest muscle, it was just flabby and would break down if she overworked it even a little.
'I need to build up my stamina first. I'm so sleepy I could die...'
Instead of provoking him, Elise quietly lowered her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered in humiliation. Even that sight seemed pitiful, and Blake's gaze softened even further.
He picked her up in a flash and kicked away the messy sheets.
“Do you want to wash?”
Elise stifled a yawn and shook her head. Blake looked down at the tears forming at the corners of her eyes for a moment, then lay her back down on the bed. He, too, lay down beside her.
“I want to give you an arm pillow.”
“...I want to give it to you.”
“...”
If you sleep with that thick arm, your shoulders and neck will definitely get stiff.
But she couldn't think of anything to say in return. Her role as the shy new bride was just beginning.
Elise had no choice but to rest her head on his arm instead of the pillow. He carefully smoothed her hair. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the affection and gentleness of his gaze.
Thinking back, this man couldn't possibly be that agent. Far from being cold, he was overly affectionate.
'I don't know... Let's sleep on it for now and think about it tomorrow.'
Elise fell into a deep sleep, feeling the soft blanket wrap around her body.
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