Chapter 62

Riorem lightly nodded.

Lost in a strange sentiment, I took out the largest fur blanket.

The fur was shiny and glossy, without a single damp spot — it looked like an item that had been carefully dried and meticulously trimmed for a very long time.

“Did you catch a wolf at the hunting ground back then?”

“Yes. Didn’t you painstakingly embroider the wolf on it?”

That may be so, but it was simply an animal that came to mind when seeing Riorem.

I never specifically ordered him to catch the rare wolf.

More than anything… at that time, I didn’t even have the leisure to care about prey.

I wrapped the fur blanket around myself.

Though the weather was too warm for such a thick, plush blanket, its soft texture made me feel simply cozy.

I smiled brightly at Riorem.

“It’s a wonderful gift. I like it. Thank you, Riorem.”

At that moment, Riorem grabbed my waist and pulled me close.

In an instant, my balance faltered.

I collapsed to the floor cradled in Riorem’s arms.

Holding me with one arm, Riorem spread the fur blanket on the floor and gently laid me on the soft fur.

He propped himself on his elbow, trapping me in the shadows. Like trapped prey losing all escape routes,

I was confined between Riorem’s arms and the soft fur.

Riorem quietly looked down at me in that state.

His red hair spilled messily over the white wolf fur, and after staring for a long moment, he slowly lowered his face.

His hot lips touched the back of my neck.

Haah.

Riorem’s breath tickled my neck.

“This was made by the craftsman the crown prince recommended.”

While his lips nibbled my neck, Riorem whispered.

His posture was like a beast biting flesh, but his voice was calm and rational.

The strange contrast sent shivers down my spine.

“It’s made with great care, only one is produced per year… only royalty can possess such an item.”

Lick, lick.

His rough tongue grazed my neck as if tasting the skin.

My body reflexively shrank.

Although it wasn’t a particularly sensitive spot, my head bent and my brow furrowed as if it were my greatest weakness.

“In other words, someone like me should never even get to see such a thing.”

“Ugh…”

The tense atmosphere slowly shifted into pleasure.

Riorem persistently lingered on the same spot.

It was the location of the carotid artery, where if a wolf bit too hard, it could cut off my breath.

Then Riorem pressed his hot lips against that spot.

His voice, calm and serene beyond all reason for the situation, continued without pause.

“I can now order such things. I can buy everything that would suit you.”

After saying that, Riorem suddenly bit my neck and wildly licked and sucked.

I trembled all over.

Riorem’s breath, lips, tongue, and teeth rendered me helpless.

“So… I can’t leave these behind.”

Yet ironically, the words Riorem whispered like breath felt utterly helpless themselves.

A naked body soaked in sweat collapsed onto the fur softer than feathers.

Chernea’s body was already exhausted from the afternoon’s lovemaking, but Riorem did not stop.

He just… didn’t want to stop.

Maybe because the woman who is the center of his world was so strong and solid.

Riorem himself was fragile and unstable to the extreme.

He felt uncomfortable whenever something unfamiliar appeared beyond what he was used to, and even sudden happiness made him uneasy.

The worst part was that he couldn’t endure moments of emotional turmoil alone.

“Huut, ah, aah, ngh!”

Chernea’s body trembled weakly.

Her legs, spread by Riorem’s weight, now lay limp on the fur.

Every time he noticed this, a greater heat surged inside him.

It was a sadistic, even cruel kind of affection.

Riorem himself didn’t consider himself a particularly strong person.

In contrast, Chernea always stood tall.

In any position, under any circumstance.

That fact always made him feel small and miserable.

The degree varied — sometimes less miserable, sometimes more.

And now was a moment of utter misery.

‘An escape of love.’

Thinking of the expression used by Chernea, she pressed her waist deeply.

A moan like a bird’s chirp

rose thinly.

Come to think of it, Chernea really did give up everything and chose herself.

She didn’t even look for the slightest remnant of power that might have remained.

She just chose to wait for him in the bedroom.

On the other hand, Riorem couldn’t do that.

As Chernea said, disappearing with her might be the easiest way to escape all the troublesome problems.

He wouldn’t have to comply with the king and crown prince’s demands, nor would he have to face Alfeios.

He could avoid friction with the empire, which was eyeing the territory under the pretext of Chernea, and even those who sought to reestablish the duchy with her as the centre.

But… then Riorem would have nothing left to boast about.

He was already insignificant compared to Chernea .

But now, at least he has his domain,

his power, and even money.

The slave presented her with an expensive fur coat that she could never have touched before, and she smiled at him.

He even enjoys the luxury of spreading it on the floor and indulging in carnal pleasures.

Moreover… I don’t know.

Even when she had nothing, would Chernea love her?

From the start, she couldn’t be sure if the interest this woman had in her was love.

Could such an opportunity even come to her?

She shook her hips violently, as anxious as her mind.

Using her buttocks, abdominal muscles, and back muscles, she pulled her penis all the way out and thrust it into the entrance of her womb.

Another spasm began.

The forced climax in Chernea’s body started from the deepest part where his penis was embedded.

The woman’s face beneath him twisted beautifully.

Riorem imprinted that face deeply into his eyes.

He wanted to confirm that Chernea was being disrupted by him.

Of course, he knew that such a confirmation was meaningless.

No matter how hard he pushed, Chernea would never lose her composure.

Of course, he knew very well that there was no point in confirming it this way.

No matter how hard he pushed,

Chernea would never lose her centre.

Riorem pressed down on Chernea as if swallowing her whole.

Her body, which had already reached climax twice in a row,

could not resist his weight and was simply crushed.

Then her pretty lips parted. Puck, puck.

They twitched as if trying to say something.

Riorem immediately covered her lips.

He grabbed her red hair and the back of her head and pressed his lips heavily against hers.

Chernea sobbed.

The kiss itself was not difficult.

Riorem’s tongue simply licked every corner of her mouth

and didn’t hurt.

But the hand holding the back of her head was the problem.

Like the weight that had taken over Chernea’s body, his thick hand didn’t give her lips a chance to escape.

He fiercely kissed her and wouldn’t let go.

At the same time, he stirred up the huge, ever-present.

‘Huff, ugh… ugh.’

Chernea sobbed incessantly.

Riorem swallowed all those sounds into his mouth.

While trying to find stability by disrupting her, Riorem had an irresistible weakness.

Ironically, it was Chernea herself.

This relentless confirmation and the unceasing intimacy could be stopped if Chernea commanded it.

If this woman who had ruined my life desired it.

Even as semen dripped like regret, I might have been able to retreat.

So Riorem showered kisses every time Chernea moved her lips.

Even if Chernea ordered it, I did not want to retreat.

Even if Chernea ordered him to, he didn’t want to back down.

He just… wanted to repeat this meaningless

action endlessly.

He couldn’t think of anything else.

He didn’t even know what else he wanted to do.

Feeling the sticky flesh pulling him in strongly, Riorem held Chernea’s body

tightly.

He swallowed all the sounds echoing in his mouth and thrust his hips violently.

He swallowed every sound echoing in his mouth and violently thrust his hips.

Even as the woman clenched her insides so tightly, he couldn’t focus on the surging sensation of ejaculation.

Still, he buried his cock deep inside and shook his hips violently.

He ejaculated into the uterus, which was mangled around the glans.

He lifted his hips to ensure not a single drop would escape, he relentlessly poured his seed into her.

His white belly, filled with hot semen as lustful as his desires, swelled slightly.

Riorem hoped that it would become a shackle for the woman.