Gulp.
Erna swallowed hard at Callion's voice.
'It was bound to happen.'
That was Erna's honest feeling. In truth, she knew that the biggest reason the two of them hadn't succeeded in their task so far was because of her. If only she had endured the pain, if only she had been a little less afraid. If she had, she would have been able to see it through to the end when Callion first entered her.
'But...'
The thought of something entering her body was indeed a frightening prospect. On top of that, Callion's was bigger than everyone else's! Erna grumbled inwardly, asking if something like this couldn't be a bit more normal, but there was nothing she could do about it.
'Furthermore...'
Making a child was an absolute duty, but the pain and fear were her personal emotions. So, Callion could have ignored it if he wanted to. Moreover, he was feeling intense sexual desire due to the monster's poison. If only he had grabbed her waist and pulled her down when he had barely managed to insert the tip last time, or if he had just moved a little more, he could have done it as much as he wanted, but he hadn't.
'He was having quite a hard time.'
Erna clearly remembered Callion's expression at that time, as she had sat on top of him, facing him. She was not the only one struggling. Whenever she moved even slightly, or even just breathed, Callion would flinch as well. Whenever his rough breath touched her shoulder, Erna would be tense, wondering if he were about to pounce on her at any moment. However, Callion had kept his promise not to hurt her until the very end.
Perhaps that was the reason. Now, Erna could believe that he was not ignoring her or trying to intentionally cause her pain. It was the trust Erna had ever held in Callion.
Erna still hated Callion. She would probably never forget the way he called her a pumpkin at the wedding until the day she died.
A rude and arrogant fellow. Who are you to call someone a pumpkin or whatever? If he hadn't said that, she wouldn't have made that earthworm-like remark that he detested.
If Callion had been someone of much higher status than her, she might have just let it slide. But in a world where they had shared the Grand Duchy, Callion was in a position equal to hers more than anyone else. That was why she disliked it even more. Issues that could be overlooked for others simply because their status was higher or lower could not be handled that way for Callion.
Erna looked at him, who was waiting for an answer above her. She saw the thick forearm firmly blocking her side. And the wound is said to have been inflicted by a monster.
Despite being so badly injured and covered in deep blue bruises, Carillon didn't seem to be in much pain. In fact, when she touched him a moment ago, he seemed to be tickled.
At the mention of him being poisoned by a monster, she felt a mix of pity and a tiny bit of sympathy. Then again, he wouldn't have gotten hurt on purpose. To think he was poisoned by a monster again.
"...Yes."
Erna slowly nodded. And she waited for the pain he would inflict.
It began with the same gentle caresses as before. Callion's hand traced her waist, then moved upward without hesitation. Thump. Erna flinched as she saw his hand gripping her breast tightly once again. But his hand did not stop. Just as it seemed he was pushing her breast up with his entire palm, he placed it beneath his hand and squeezed hard, as if to confirm its presence.
“Hmph!”
A groan escaped her lips at the strong grip. But it didn't hurt. Instead, Erna began to exhale increasingly hot breaths. His fumbling fingers soon found what he wanted. The peak of her breasts, rising slowly through the thin fabric, swayed between Callion's fingers.
“Ah, uh, ugh!”
The calluses embedded in the thick joints of his fingers rubbed somewhat roughly against Erna's sensitive parts.
“H-hah!”
Each time, Erna’s hips arched back. It was a sensation she had experienced in his hands several times over the past two weeks. Yet, why on earth could she never get used to it? While Erna was still dazed by the stars before her eyes, Callion lowered his head. And, as always, he bit her breast hard through her clothes.
The wet pajamas, soaked by the damp, hot humidity, clung to her skin, revealing the curves of her body in their entirety. At that sight, a sense of desperation welled up in Callion. He couldn't understand why his lower body throbbed even more at the sight of her, especially since she wasn't even fully naked. The word 'pervert' flashed through his mind, but he desperately erased the thought and buried his face in Erna's chest again.
“Uh, uh-huh...”
As he bit and pulled at the peak of her breast with his lips, Erna shook her head with her eyes tightly closed. Her golden hair, disheveled on the bed sheets, swayed wildly. Although it was clearly a dark night, Callion thought for a moment that the light was blinding. And also that it was beautiful.
There was undoubtedly still poison remaining inside him. Or perhaps something else had happened. Otherwise, he couldn't explain why he wanted to have everything like this.
With his mouth full of her voluptuous breasts, his hand gripped her slender waist. At the same time, he was beside himself with the desire to feel the soft hair scattered on the bed. Like a child who had fallen into a giant candy tin, Callion wanted to grasp everything he could see of Erna.
"Ha..."
Before she knew it, Callion was tightly embracing her waist and burying his face between her breasts. Of course, his mouth still held what he desired inside, sucking on it greedily. The plump flesh beyond the wet cloth was turning increasingly red.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
As he moved his tongue more roughly, following his instincts, Erna's body swayed with him. Then, she began to let out increasingly short breaths.
“Haaah!”
Soon, Erna's body stiffened and trembled. Then, she went limp. Callion was no longer surprised by this sight. It was a reaction he had seen frequently over the past two weeks.
“Haa, haa...”
Callion stroked Erna's waist as she let out a breathless sigh. Even in her limp state, Erna flinched at the stimulation. Yet, she did not pull her hand away. Callion knew. He knew that now, both she and he were ready.
Realizing this, he sat up. Then, he burrowed between her legs with his knees. Entering between her limp body, unable to offer even instinctive resistance, he carefully lifted one of Erna's legs and spread it to the side.
“...”
Beneath her pajamas that had ridden up, Erna's bare genitals were clearly exposed. The area that had been tightly closed just moments ago spread wide open at his touch. It was already soaking wet with the fluid she had profusely leaked.
This is driving me crazy.
Callion wiped his lips with the back of his hand. There was no way anyone wouldn't lose their mind seeing this sight. Her body, limp and exhausted from the continuous stimulation, aroused a savage desire.
Callion hurriedly stripped off his clothes, as if they were a very bothersome chain wrapped around him. He hadn't just lowered his trousers as he used to. He cast off everything he was wearing.
“Why, you..."
Erna snapped awake at the sight of Callion's body revealed under the light. It was a body so menacing that she thought of it as a giant beast. Broad shoulders and a solid chest. The well-defined abdominal muscles. And even his aroused genitals were between his legs.
She thought he might shove it in right then and there, but he reached out and grabbed Erna's pajamas. For a moment, she saw a look of hesitation in his eyes. Should I tear it up? Erna shook her head.
“Callion, don’t tear it. Slowly...”
Then, suddenly, Callion's eyes flashed.
"What?"
“Don’t tear it up...”
“No, not that. Before that.”
What had she said before that? Erna, tracing her memory, spoke cautiously.
“Callion..?”
It was his name. However, it was a mystery why he was reacting as if he were hearing it for the first time. When Erna muttered it again, Callion gritted his teeth and looked flustered, as if he had heard something embarrassing. Finding that somewhat amusing, Erna unconsciously spoke again in a slightly teasing tone.
“What’s wrong, Callion?”
“...!”
At that moment, his body on top of her stiffened. Feeling a little awkward, Erna mumbled his name to herself.
Callion. Callion. A name she has been sick and tired of hearing for the past ten years. The one called "you" or "hey." A scrawny earthworm she can’t stand the sight of. The master of the Knights of Hessengard. The same Grand Duke of Hessengard.
And her husband.
It was a name that encompassed all of that.
Just as she was thinking that she really hadn't called him by his name properly in ten years, Callion took her hand. Then, he intertwined their fingers. Erna, who had held his hand before but had never experienced him interlocking like this, looked at him with surprised eyes. Callion pressed his hand firmly against her side while still holding it. At that moment, Erna realized. She was being held very tightly.
"You."
It was a voice like the low howl of a beast.
"Why...!"
The moment she was about to ask why he called her, he touched her lower body. What she had long awaited rushed into her without restraint. Her tightly closed lower body spread open to its limit and swallowed his.
“...!”
Erna was momentarily unable to think of anything due to the shock of it pushing all the way in in an instant. Her mouth dropped open from the unbelievable, massive impact, and she could not even breathe. Pain beyond the realm of perception paralyzed all her senses.
"Ah..."
Before she knew it, tears began to well up in Erna's eyes. She began to feel a gradual pain in her achingly spread-open lower region. And soon, it swallowed her like a wave.
“Ugh, hmph...”
It wasn't the first time she had held it. Hadn't she succeeded, even if only halfway? However, his having entered all the way in one go, filled Erna's body completely as if past experience meant nothing.
She couldn't do anything. Erna froze on the spot, overwhelmed by the tingling pain that spread through her body just from breathing. Tears streamed incessantly from her eyes. It hurts. It's hard. It's scary.
At that moment, Callion very slowly lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
“Erna.”
The moment she heard her name, Erna understood why Callion had been surprised just moments ago. Her name, coming from his lips, felt incredibly unfamiliar... and... ticklish.
“Erna, breathe slowly....”
At those words, Erna mustered up courage. Haa. Her choked breath burst forth, and although she felt pain, new senses awakened. Gradually, Erna became aware of her surroundings. The familiar scent of the couple's bedroom, the sound of the crackling fireplace, the solid body covering her. Warm body temperature. And the pulse transmitted through their clasped palms.
“...Erna.”
And even Callion, who seems to be struggling just as much as she is.
Incredibly, Erna thought that all of this wasn't bad.
“I, I. I’m fine. So... today...”
So, she ended up saying it without even realizing it.
I hope you see it through to the end.
At that moment, the last shred of Callion's sanity snapped.
Erna swallowed hard at Callion's voice.
'It was bound to happen.'
That was Erna's honest feeling. In truth, she knew that the biggest reason the two of them hadn't succeeded in their task so far was because of her. If only she had endured the pain, if only she had been a little less afraid. If she had, she would have been able to see it through to the end when Callion first entered her.
'But...'
The thought of something entering her body was indeed a frightening prospect. On top of that, Callion's was bigger than everyone else's! Erna grumbled inwardly, asking if something like this couldn't be a bit more normal, but there was nothing she could do about it.
'Furthermore...'
Making a child was an absolute duty, but the pain and fear were her personal emotions. So, Callion could have ignored it if he wanted to. Moreover, he was feeling intense sexual desire due to the monster's poison. If only he had grabbed her waist and pulled her down when he had barely managed to insert the tip last time, or if he had just moved a little more, he could have done it as much as he wanted, but he hadn't.
'He was having quite a hard time.'
Erna clearly remembered Callion's expression at that time, as she had sat on top of him, facing him. She was not the only one struggling. Whenever she moved even slightly, or even just breathed, Callion would flinch as well. Whenever his rough breath touched her shoulder, Erna would be tense, wondering if he were about to pounce on her at any moment. However, Callion had kept his promise not to hurt her until the very end.
Perhaps that was the reason. Now, Erna could believe that he was not ignoring her or trying to intentionally cause her pain. It was the trust Erna had ever held in Callion.
Erna still hated Callion. She would probably never forget the way he called her a pumpkin at the wedding until the day she died.
A rude and arrogant fellow. Who are you to call someone a pumpkin or whatever? If he hadn't said that, she wouldn't have made that earthworm-like remark that he detested.
If Callion had been someone of much higher status than her, she might have just let it slide. But in a world where they had shared the Grand Duchy, Callion was in a position equal to hers more than anyone else. That was why she disliked it even more. Issues that could be overlooked for others simply because their status was higher or lower could not be handled that way for Callion.
Erna looked at him, who was waiting for an answer above her. She saw the thick forearm firmly blocking her side. And the wound is said to have been inflicted by a monster.
Despite being so badly injured and covered in deep blue bruises, Carillon didn't seem to be in much pain. In fact, when she touched him a moment ago, he seemed to be tickled.
At the mention of him being poisoned by a monster, she felt a mix of pity and a tiny bit of sympathy. Then again, he wouldn't have gotten hurt on purpose. To think he was poisoned by a monster again.
"...Yes."
Erna slowly nodded. And she waited for the pain he would inflict.
***
It began with the same gentle caresses as before. Callion's hand traced her waist, then moved upward without hesitation. Thump. Erna flinched as she saw his hand gripping her breast tightly once again. But his hand did not stop. Just as it seemed he was pushing her breast up with his entire palm, he placed it beneath his hand and squeezed hard, as if to confirm its presence.
“Hmph!”
A groan escaped her lips at the strong grip. But it didn't hurt. Instead, Erna began to exhale increasingly hot breaths. His fumbling fingers soon found what he wanted. The peak of her breasts, rising slowly through the thin fabric, swayed between Callion's fingers.
“Ah, uh, ugh!”
The calluses embedded in the thick joints of his fingers rubbed somewhat roughly against Erna's sensitive parts.
“H-hah!”
Each time, Erna’s hips arched back. It was a sensation she had experienced in his hands several times over the past two weeks. Yet, why on earth could she never get used to it? While Erna was still dazed by the stars before her eyes, Callion lowered his head. And, as always, he bit her breast hard through her clothes.
The wet pajamas, soaked by the damp, hot humidity, clung to her skin, revealing the curves of her body in their entirety. At that sight, a sense of desperation welled up in Callion. He couldn't understand why his lower body throbbed even more at the sight of her, especially since she wasn't even fully naked. The word 'pervert' flashed through his mind, but he desperately erased the thought and buried his face in Erna's chest again.
“Uh, uh-huh...”
As he bit and pulled at the peak of her breast with his lips, Erna shook her head with her eyes tightly closed. Her golden hair, disheveled on the bed sheets, swayed wildly. Although it was clearly a dark night, Callion thought for a moment that the light was blinding. And also that it was beautiful.
There was undoubtedly still poison remaining inside him. Or perhaps something else had happened. Otherwise, he couldn't explain why he wanted to have everything like this.
With his mouth full of her voluptuous breasts, his hand gripped her slender waist. At the same time, he was beside himself with the desire to feel the soft hair scattered on the bed. Like a child who had fallen into a giant candy tin, Callion wanted to grasp everything he could see of Erna.
"Ha..."
Before she knew it, Callion was tightly embracing her waist and burying his face between her breasts. Of course, his mouth still held what he desired inside, sucking on it greedily. The plump flesh beyond the wet cloth was turning increasingly red.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
As he moved his tongue more roughly, following his instincts, Erna's body swayed with him. Then, she began to let out increasingly short breaths.
“Haaah!”
Soon, Erna's body stiffened and trembled. Then, she went limp. Callion was no longer surprised by this sight. It was a reaction he had seen frequently over the past two weeks.
“Haa, haa...”
Callion stroked Erna's waist as she let out a breathless sigh. Even in her limp state, Erna flinched at the stimulation. Yet, she did not pull her hand away. Callion knew. He knew that now, both she and he were ready.
Realizing this, he sat up. Then, he burrowed between her legs with his knees. Entering between her limp body, unable to offer even instinctive resistance, he carefully lifted one of Erna's legs and spread it to the side.
“...”
Beneath her pajamas that had ridden up, Erna's bare genitals were clearly exposed. The area that had been tightly closed just moments ago spread wide open at his touch. It was already soaking wet with the fluid she had profusely leaked.
This is driving me crazy.
Callion wiped his lips with the back of his hand. There was no way anyone wouldn't lose their mind seeing this sight. Her body, limp and exhausted from the continuous stimulation, aroused a savage desire.
Callion hurriedly stripped off his clothes, as if they were a very bothersome chain wrapped around him. He hadn't just lowered his trousers as he used to. He cast off everything he was wearing.
“Why, you..."
Erna snapped awake at the sight of Callion's body revealed under the light. It was a body so menacing that she thought of it as a giant beast. Broad shoulders and a solid chest. The well-defined abdominal muscles. And even his aroused genitals were between his legs.
She thought he might shove it in right then and there, but he reached out and grabbed Erna's pajamas. For a moment, she saw a look of hesitation in his eyes. Should I tear it up? Erna shook her head.
“Callion, don’t tear it. Slowly...”
Then, suddenly, Callion's eyes flashed.
"What?"
“Don’t tear it up...”
“No, not that. Before that.”
What had she said before that? Erna, tracing her memory, spoke cautiously.
“Callion..?”
It was his name. However, it was a mystery why he was reacting as if he were hearing it for the first time. When Erna muttered it again, Callion gritted his teeth and looked flustered, as if he had heard something embarrassing. Finding that somewhat amusing, Erna unconsciously spoke again in a slightly teasing tone.
“What’s wrong, Callion?”
“...!”
At that moment, his body on top of her stiffened. Feeling a little awkward, Erna mumbled his name to herself.
Callion. Callion. A name she has been sick and tired of hearing for the past ten years. The one called "you" or "hey." A scrawny earthworm she can’t stand the sight of. The master of the Knights of Hessengard. The same Grand Duke of Hessengard.
And her husband.
It was a name that encompassed all of that.
Just as she was thinking that she really hadn't called him by his name properly in ten years, Callion took her hand. Then, he intertwined their fingers. Erna, who had held his hand before but had never experienced him interlocking like this, looked at him with surprised eyes. Callion pressed his hand firmly against her side while still holding it. At that moment, Erna realized. She was being held very tightly.
"You."
It was a voice like the low howl of a beast.
"Why...!"
The moment she was about to ask why he called her, he touched her lower body. What she had long awaited rushed into her without restraint. Her tightly closed lower body spread open to its limit and swallowed his.
“...!”
Erna was momentarily unable to think of anything due to the shock of it pushing all the way in in an instant. Her mouth dropped open from the unbelievable, massive impact, and she could not even breathe. Pain beyond the realm of perception paralyzed all her senses.
"Ah..."
Before she knew it, tears began to well up in Erna's eyes. She began to feel a gradual pain in her achingly spread-open lower region. And soon, it swallowed her like a wave.
“Ugh, hmph...”
It wasn't the first time she had held it. Hadn't she succeeded, even if only halfway? However, his having entered all the way in one go, filled Erna's body completely as if past experience meant nothing.
She couldn't do anything. Erna froze on the spot, overwhelmed by the tingling pain that spread through her body just from breathing. Tears streamed incessantly from her eyes. It hurts. It's hard. It's scary.
At that moment, Callion very slowly lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
“Erna.”
The moment she heard her name, Erna understood why Callion had been surprised just moments ago. Her name, coming from his lips, felt incredibly unfamiliar... and... ticklish.
“Erna, breathe slowly....”
At those words, Erna mustered up courage. Haa. Her choked breath burst forth, and although she felt pain, new senses awakened. Gradually, Erna became aware of her surroundings. The familiar scent of the couple's bedroom, the sound of the crackling fireplace, the solid body covering her. Warm body temperature. And the pulse transmitted through their clasped palms.
“...Erna.”
And even Callion, who seems to be struggling just as much as she is.
Incredibly, Erna thought that all of this wasn't bad.
“I, I. I’m fine. So... today...”
So, she ended up saying it without even realizing it.
I hope you see it through to the end.
At that moment, the last shred of Callion's sanity snapped.
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