In response to his question about how she thought she could get used to it, Erna spoke with her usual spirit, as if she had come to her senses a little.
“That’s because I’ve never seen it! They say something you don’t even know is entering your body; wouldn’t you be scared?”
At her shouting, Callion blurted out without realizing it.
"Then, once you understand it well, there shouldn't be any problems."
At his words, Erna looked at him with a look that seemed to say, "What kind of nonsense is this?" And then, Callion blurted out something that even he found unbelievable.
"It means that the problem will be solved once you understand me well."
She said she was scared because she didn't know what would enter his body, so he had no choice but to make her understand.
Callion cautiously shared his thoughts with Erna. After listening to his explanation for quite a while, Erna was startled and asked back.
"So you're saying I should touch and examine yours?"
“Fine. If you can’t do it, I’ll think of another way. Of course, it will take a little longer because of you, but it can’t be helped...”
Erna narrowed at the words "because of you." It sounded as if he were saying that this situation—where things kept getting delayed despite their agreement to have a child—was entirely her fault. Honestly, he was right. Whether he relied on the power of poison or not, Callion was fully prepared. Yet, she was the one who said she couldn't do it right at the last minute.
However, if you say you can't do something that isn't even something you are actually doing, but something you should be trying to get used to.
That can't be.
She had never once performed a single duty as Grand Duke of Hessengard carelessly. Yet, she is backing away from the most important duty she bears—the one she absolutely must do—every time and again.
Erna reflected on her own actions. She cannot keep avoiding something just because it is scary.
"I'll do it."
"Huh?"
"I said I would."
She desperately suppressed her fear and grabbed Callion's lower garments.
“From now on, I’m going to get used to yours!”
He thought she would just touch it once or twice and examine it, but from that day on, Erna touched his thing every single day. At first, she made a face as if she were touching a monster with her hands, but as his thing grew in size, her expression turned into one that looked like she was about to use magic to blow it away right then and there.
However, as more time passed, her face turned intrigued. From then on, she acted like a wizard. This means she held onto his, examined every detail, and did all sorts of things.
Wizards.
Callion, who never imagined that the person beneath him would become the target of such interest—as they say humans are interested in everything in the world—had no choice but to just stand there.
Callion snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the hand clutching his own again.
How could her hands be so small? Erna couldn't grasp it with just one hand, so every time she used both hands to rub it up and down. It was nothing special. Monotonous hand movements, just going up and down. But for Callion, that was enough. Because that alone made his thing go crazy.
A moment later, Erna let go of her hand and stepped back. It meant she was stopping for today. Callion watched her retreating figure. She was tall and slender. He could see that the pajamas on her back were wet and clinging to her, as if she had sweated slightly while rolling around with him. The thin fabric revealed her body completely.
Suddenly, Callion became curious about her completely naked body.
She wouldn't show it even if she died.
Although she was stripped almost completely naked to the point where wearing clothes would be pointless anyway, Erna did not take off her clothes entirely. Callion suggested that she take them off since it would be a hassle, but Erna stubbornly refused, saying she had no intention of taking them all off as if it were her last shred of pride.
Just then, Erna, having finished wiping her hands, turned around. Was she embarrassed? Her flushed cheeks, her hair undone down to her waist, and even her round breasts were visible through her unbuttoned pajamas. At the sight, Callion felt his lower body harden again. And so, without realizing it, he ended up making a suggestion to Erna.
“How about we try it today?”
“You said, let’s do it today? What?”
“What we were supposed to do on the sixth day. It doesn't seem like we need any more time to get used to it, so I think it would be good to try it every day if possible.”
Erna was speechless for a moment at Callion's words. Is he seriously crazy? It's hard enough to try once a week, but he wants to try every day?
However, Erna could not find any grounds to refute his words once again. After all, the reason they had agreed to stay together from the first day to the fifth was that they disliked even being in the same space so much that they had promised to at least be able to touch each other.
Honestly, that stage is over now.
It’s not just a matter of touching.
Erna lightly rubbed her still-aching chest with her hand. It goes beyond touching; he licks it every single day. Because of that damn poison!
Why was I annoyed, even though it had reduced the time I had to put in effort? Was it because it had been reduced by too much? Erna answered weakly, as she could not find a reason to object to the proposal.
"Yes..."
She answered, but worry still took precedence. Still, it feels like it will hurt; will I be okay? What if that guy just does whatever he wants this time, saying he finds delaying it any longer bothersome? After thinking about the situation for a moment, Erna spoke to him as he was about to stand up.
"You stay just the way you are."
“...?”
"I'll give it a try this time."
"You mean you'll do it?" While Callion couldn't understand what that meant, Erna climbed back onto the bed and crawled toward him on her knees.
"Lower your hands and hold onto the sheet."
“Why the hand?”
“I said, don’t grab me. Don’t grab my waist, and don’t grab my legs. Anyway, don’t hold me.”
She remembered that the last time she was caught by him, she was held so tightly that she couldn't move an inch. So, she thought it would be reassuring to make sure he couldn't catch jer at all, so that she could escape if push came to shove.
Callion did as Erna instructed. It was a strange sight. To think he was sitting still on the bed with his lower body exposed, not yet fully succumbed. And a moment later, as Erna slightly lifted her pajamas to sit on top of him, Callion realized what she meant by "I'll give it a try."
Her lower body, hidden by her pajamas, slowly settled down on Callion.
“Hmph!”
Then, Erna's lower body touched his erection. In that instant, both of their bodies flinched violently at the same time. If they had been able to see each other, they could have at least prepared themselves, but since it was hidden beneath Erna's pajamas, neither of them knew where the other was, and they were startled by the sudden stimulation.
“You must never act on your own accord. Understand?”
"...I get it."
Having secured a promise from Callion once again, Erna moved her body and aligned his with the spot he had tried to push into last time. Erna had studied the theory diligently. After all, didn't it matter how anyone moved their body, as long as the male genitalia were inserted?
If it hurts too much while doing it, she'll take it out.
If she leaves everything to Callion, she won't be able to do anything when he bursts in. But what if she put it in herself? At least she could pull it out if it hurts while she's doing it.
Erna slowly lowered her body, thinking that others would clutch their foreheads if they heard her.
“Ah, ugh...”
The moment the head of the penis entered her, Erna let out a moan at the sensation of it opening up more painfully than she had expected. At the same time, she swayed and grabbed onto Callion's shoulder.
“Haa, haa...”
It had only gone in a little. Tears welled up again at the dull pain felt from below. Just then, Callion raised his hand.
“Don’t grab me!”
As Erna screamed in surprise at his movement, his hand, having nowhere to go, wandered in the air. Callion had to suspect that he might have fallen into hell.
The tip, having gently penetrated inside Erna, twitched and tried to move. At the same time, enjoying the warmth and softness he was tasting, he began to drool. Perhaps feeling pain even though only the tip had entered, Erna could no longer move and only let out rough breaths. However, to Callion, even her breath was a stimulus. An intense sensation spread through their bodies, as if their brains would burn up at the slightest movement from each other.
Gasping for breath, Erna decided to muster just a little more courage. Just a little more, if only she could put it in. Then wouldn't the next step be easy?
She bit her lip while gripping Callion's shoulder. She had bitten so many times that blood seeped up from her bitten lips, staining them red. And the moment Erna lowered her body.
“Ugh!”
Her head tilted back. It was because she had lowered her body with more force than she intended, causing half of his to enter her at once.
“Ah, h-h-h-h.”
At first, it was clearly pain. She thought it must feel like having her body split in half with a club thrusting inside. But as she slowly caught her breath, a different sensation began to creep up inside her. Yet, she still could not move.
"It hurts..."
Erna tightened her grip on his shoulder, her voice trembling. She knew this wouldn't work. She had to get up right now.
“Ugh!”
Erna, who was about to stand up, froze in place. It was because his thing inside her was scraping against her sensitive inner walls. Callion also flinched and trembled. He desperately gathered his patience, hoping Erna would move immediately. It didn't matter whether she put it in or pulled it out; please.
However, as she sobbed after being unable to move for quite a while, he sighed and asked.
“What on earth are you doing... Why aren’t you doing it quickly...”
"I can't move."
"...What?"
“I can’t move... You don’t move either!”
As Callion tried to sit up, Erna turned pale and shouted at the feeling that his thing was digging deeper inside her.
“Even moving just a little bit... is so... hard...”
As if to prove those words were not a lie, Erna's face turned pale, and her body stiffened with tension. On top of that, she was even gasping for breath.
“Seriously, why are you so big... In the book... it said you were smaller than this... huh?”
She muttered in frustration, wondering why it had grown so unnecessarily large that she had to suffer like this. But for some reason, what was inside her throbbed and grew even larger. As Erna stared in disbelief, the corners of Callion's mouth curled up. At that smile, Erna's eyes widened even more.
Did he just laugh?
Erna thought she was hallucinating. In the ten years since she married Callion, she had never once seen him smile. But now, he was smiling right in front of her.
Callion said, running his hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
“It can’t be helped, even if it’s big. You are Erna Hessengard, and you are married to me.”
“What does that matter...”
"It means that the only thing you can cherish for a lifetime is mine. So..."
Callion smiled even more broadly.
“...Get used to mine.”
After that, Erna had to keep Callion's in her mouth for quite a long time. A very long time, long enough to make her wonder if her insides were transforming into his form. Until he finally managed to calm his excitement and pull it out, only after a considerable amount of time had passed.
“That’s because I’ve never seen it! They say something you don’t even know is entering your body; wouldn’t you be scared?”
At her shouting, Callion blurted out without realizing it.
"Then, once you understand it well, there shouldn't be any problems."
At his words, Erna looked at him with a look that seemed to say, "What kind of nonsense is this?" And then, Callion blurted out something that even he found unbelievable.
"It means that the problem will be solved once you understand me well."
She said she was scared because she didn't know what would enter his body, so he had no choice but to make her understand.
Callion cautiously shared his thoughts with Erna. After listening to his explanation for quite a while, Erna was startled and asked back.
"So you're saying I should touch and examine yours?"
“Fine. If you can’t do it, I’ll think of another way. Of course, it will take a little longer because of you, but it can’t be helped...”
Erna narrowed at the words "because of you." It sounded as if he were saying that this situation—where things kept getting delayed despite their agreement to have a child—was entirely her fault. Honestly, he was right. Whether he relied on the power of poison or not, Callion was fully prepared. Yet, she was the one who said she couldn't do it right at the last minute.
However, if you say you can't do something that isn't even something you are actually doing, but something you should be trying to get used to.
That can't be.
She had never once performed a single duty as Grand Duke of Hessengard carelessly. Yet, she is backing away from the most important duty she bears—the one she absolutely must do—every time and again.
Erna reflected on her own actions. She cannot keep avoiding something just because it is scary.
"I'll do it."
"Huh?"
"I said I would."
She desperately suppressed her fear and grabbed Callion's lower garments.
“From now on, I’m going to get used to yours!”
He thought she would just touch it once or twice and examine it, but from that day on, Erna touched his thing every single day. At first, she made a face as if she were touching a monster with her hands, but as his thing grew in size, her expression turned into one that looked like she was about to use magic to blow it away right then and there.
However, as more time passed, her face turned intrigued. From then on, she acted like a wizard. This means she held onto his, examined every detail, and did all sorts of things.
Wizards.
Callion, who never imagined that the person beneath him would become the target of such interest—as they say humans are interested in everything in the world—had no choice but to just stand there.
***
Callion snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the hand clutching his own again.
How could her hands be so small? Erna couldn't grasp it with just one hand, so every time she used both hands to rub it up and down. It was nothing special. Monotonous hand movements, just going up and down. But for Callion, that was enough. Because that alone made his thing go crazy.
A moment later, Erna let go of her hand and stepped back. It meant she was stopping for today. Callion watched her retreating figure. She was tall and slender. He could see that the pajamas on her back were wet and clinging to her, as if she had sweated slightly while rolling around with him. The thin fabric revealed her body completely.
Suddenly, Callion became curious about her completely naked body.
She wouldn't show it even if she died.
Although she was stripped almost completely naked to the point where wearing clothes would be pointless anyway, Erna did not take off her clothes entirely. Callion suggested that she take them off since it would be a hassle, but Erna stubbornly refused, saying she had no intention of taking them all off as if it were her last shred of pride.
Just then, Erna, having finished wiping her hands, turned around. Was she embarrassed? Her flushed cheeks, her hair undone down to her waist, and even her round breasts were visible through her unbuttoned pajamas. At the sight, Callion felt his lower body harden again. And so, without realizing it, he ended up making a suggestion to Erna.
“How about we try it today?”
“You said, let’s do it today? What?”
“What we were supposed to do on the sixth day. It doesn't seem like we need any more time to get used to it, so I think it would be good to try it every day if possible.”
Erna was speechless for a moment at Callion's words. Is he seriously crazy? It's hard enough to try once a week, but he wants to try every day?
However, Erna could not find any grounds to refute his words once again. After all, the reason they had agreed to stay together from the first day to the fifth was that they disliked even being in the same space so much that they had promised to at least be able to touch each other.
Honestly, that stage is over now.
It’s not just a matter of touching.
Erna lightly rubbed her still-aching chest with her hand. It goes beyond touching; he licks it every single day. Because of that damn poison!
Why was I annoyed, even though it had reduced the time I had to put in effort? Was it because it had been reduced by too much? Erna answered weakly, as she could not find a reason to object to the proposal.
"Yes..."
She answered, but worry still took precedence. Still, it feels like it will hurt; will I be okay? What if that guy just does whatever he wants this time, saying he finds delaying it any longer bothersome? After thinking about the situation for a moment, Erna spoke to him as he was about to stand up.
"You stay just the way you are."
“...?”
"I'll give it a try this time."
"You mean you'll do it?" While Callion couldn't understand what that meant, Erna climbed back onto the bed and crawled toward him on her knees.
"Lower your hands and hold onto the sheet."
“Why the hand?”
“I said, don’t grab me. Don’t grab my waist, and don’t grab my legs. Anyway, don’t hold me.”
She remembered that the last time she was caught by him, she was held so tightly that she couldn't move an inch. So, she thought it would be reassuring to make sure he couldn't catch jer at all, so that she could escape if push came to shove.
Callion did as Erna instructed. It was a strange sight. To think he was sitting still on the bed with his lower body exposed, not yet fully succumbed. And a moment later, as Erna slightly lifted her pajamas to sit on top of him, Callion realized what she meant by "I'll give it a try."
Her lower body, hidden by her pajamas, slowly settled down on Callion.
“Hmph!”
Then, Erna's lower body touched his erection. In that instant, both of their bodies flinched violently at the same time. If they had been able to see each other, they could have at least prepared themselves, but since it was hidden beneath Erna's pajamas, neither of them knew where the other was, and they were startled by the sudden stimulation.
“You must never act on your own accord. Understand?”
"...I get it."
Having secured a promise from Callion once again, Erna moved her body and aligned his with the spot he had tried to push into last time. Erna had studied the theory diligently. After all, didn't it matter how anyone moved their body, as long as the male genitalia were inserted?
If it hurts too much while doing it, she'll take it out.
If she leaves everything to Callion, she won't be able to do anything when he bursts in. But what if she put it in herself? At least she could pull it out if it hurts while she's doing it.
Erna slowly lowered her body, thinking that others would clutch their foreheads if they heard her.
“Ah, ugh...”
The moment the head of the penis entered her, Erna let out a moan at the sensation of it opening up more painfully than she had expected. At the same time, she swayed and grabbed onto Callion's shoulder.
“Haa, haa...”
It had only gone in a little. Tears welled up again at the dull pain felt from below. Just then, Callion raised his hand.
“Don’t grab me!”
As Erna screamed in surprise at his movement, his hand, having nowhere to go, wandered in the air. Callion had to suspect that he might have fallen into hell.
The tip, having gently penetrated inside Erna, twitched and tried to move. At the same time, enjoying the warmth and softness he was tasting, he began to drool. Perhaps feeling pain even though only the tip had entered, Erna could no longer move and only let out rough breaths. However, to Callion, even her breath was a stimulus. An intense sensation spread through their bodies, as if their brains would burn up at the slightest movement from each other.
Gasping for breath, Erna decided to muster just a little more courage. Just a little more, if only she could put it in. Then wouldn't the next step be easy?
She bit her lip while gripping Callion's shoulder. She had bitten so many times that blood seeped up from her bitten lips, staining them red. And the moment Erna lowered her body.
“Ugh!”
Her head tilted back. It was because she had lowered her body with more force than she intended, causing half of his to enter her at once.
“Ah, h-h-h-h.”
At first, it was clearly pain. She thought it must feel like having her body split in half with a club thrusting inside. But as she slowly caught her breath, a different sensation began to creep up inside her. Yet, she still could not move.
"It hurts..."
Erna tightened her grip on his shoulder, her voice trembling. She knew this wouldn't work. She had to get up right now.
“Ugh!”
Erna, who was about to stand up, froze in place. It was because his thing inside her was scraping against her sensitive inner walls. Callion also flinched and trembled. He desperately gathered his patience, hoping Erna would move immediately. It didn't matter whether she put it in or pulled it out; please.
However, as she sobbed after being unable to move for quite a while, he sighed and asked.
“What on earth are you doing... Why aren’t you doing it quickly...”
"I can't move."
"...What?"
“I can’t move... You don’t move either!”
As Callion tried to sit up, Erna turned pale and shouted at the feeling that his thing was digging deeper inside her.
“Even moving just a little bit... is so... hard...”
As if to prove those words were not a lie, Erna's face turned pale, and her body stiffened with tension. On top of that, she was even gasping for breath.
“Seriously, why are you so big... In the book... it said you were smaller than this... huh?”
She muttered in frustration, wondering why it had grown so unnecessarily large that she had to suffer like this. But for some reason, what was inside her throbbed and grew even larger. As Erna stared in disbelief, the corners of Callion's mouth curled up. At that smile, Erna's eyes widened even more.
Did he just laugh?
Erna thought she was hallucinating. In the ten years since she married Callion, she had never once seen him smile. But now, he was smiling right in front of her.
Callion said, running his hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
“It can’t be helped, even if it’s big. You are Erna Hessengard, and you are married to me.”
“What does that matter...”
"It means that the only thing you can cherish for a lifetime is mine. So..."
Callion smiled even more broadly.
“...Get used to mine.”
After that, Erna had to keep Callion's in her mouth for quite a long time. A very long time, long enough to make her wonder if her insides were transforming into his form. Until he finally managed to calm his excitement and pull it out, only after a considerable amount of time had passed.
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