Chapter 9
The humiliating ‘inspection’ was about to begin again. Brunhilde, who had been lying limp as a corpse, fought back with all her strength. But Franz didn’t even seem to try—he simply pinned her struggling legs and forced them apart.
The princess’s s*x, which had only moments ago held a man’s arm-thick length, hadn’t yet closed, blooming open like a flower.
The duke knelt between Brunhilde’s thighs. He stared intently at his young wife’s exposed s*x and breathed in deep. The musky scent of their coupling pierced his nostrils.
She had used no perfumed oils—perhaps to preserve a virginal scent—but her petals gave off only a faint masculine musk and the ripe fragrance of a woman in her prime. No scent of maiden’s blood at all.
Visually, it was the same. No bloodstains on her folds, her mound, or her thighs—nothing to prove this had been her first time.
As the murky candlelight swayed like a pendulum, translucent fluid streaked with milky white trickled thickly down her quivering inner flesh. Franz dipped his fingertip into the still-oozing slick and held it up deliberately.
“See? My stepmother’s lewd fluids—not a trace of red.”
“Kkh…!”
“Would it not be rather unclean, Father, to dip your c**k into a used hole whose purity vanished long ago?”
His thick fingers stirred lazily at her dripping entrance. Brunhilde, paralyzed by shame and strange sensation, couldn’t even close her legs. He probed her carelessly, then pushed a knuckle deep into her fluttering core.
“It seems a fitting punishment is required for my stepmother, who dared to seduce the head of the great Brandt family with an impure body…”
He murmured lazily, rubbing the shallow flesh with his fingertips.
“But she is a princess who carries royal blood—half, at least. I cannot entrust her punishment to just anyone. That would be troublesome. And would it not be equally undesirable for rumors to spread that the new bride of the Brandt duke is an unchaste woman?”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
“Then, as the only one who knows of this matter, it falls to me to handle it—does it not?”
Duke Brandt howled with muffled rage, but Franz ignored him as if he hadn’t heard. Pretending not to notice his father’s demonic face, he ordered his subordinate:
“Return Father to a comfortable position, Heen.”
“Yes, sir.”
The duke struggled against his bonds, trying to free himself—but the cords were strong, and the cloth filling his mouth was tightly gagged. Franz leisurely admired his father kneeling at the edge of the opposite bed, then spoke with courtesy.
“Do not worry, Father.”
“Kkh! Hnngh!”
“Your wife’s immorality will be sufficiently punished.”
The man climbed back onto Brunhilde’s bed and seized her ankles. Pushing them apart, he looked down at her half-dried opening.
“You must have been quite disappointed earlier, Mother, when my c**k slipped out before we even properly began.”
“Ah…”
“Take heart. I intend to keep thrusting my c**k into your lewd hole until you beg me to stop.”
The tip of his shaft pressed against her entrance. His length, slightly softened from before, was still hard enough to pierce and stir her depths.
His massive member once again pried into her flesh, sinking deep. Brunhilde, who had been lying like a half-corpse, flinched reflexively. The man, having sheathed himself to the hilt, licked his lips languidly. He rocked his hips in short, shallow movements, feeling her flesh clench around him, then curled his back and seized her pale b****t.
“Ngh…!”
“Ever since we came back from the forest, I couldn’t stop thinking about these b*****s.”
He pulled each b****t long and taut, then licked her red n****e—like a cherry atop pale dough—and whispered low.
“Your b*****s were so lewd, Mother, bulging out of your dress when you couldn’t even undress, gleaming like that golden orb beside you.”
“Ah… nngh…”
“Having that orb here now brings back the feeling.”
The golden orb she’d left outside now sat demurely at her bedside. The flickering lamplight played across its polished surface—mocking her.
His sharp, shard-like teeth nibbled at her n****e. Normally, it would have hurt, but with his lower body moving heavily like a serpent’s crawl, she couldn’t feel it as simple pain. Each time he bit and licked, her full, stretched core tingled strangely.
Amid the rising heat, Brunhilde sensed another peak approaching.
And also—the direction of the fate her mother had foretold.
‘If you wish to defy the fate that has brushed against the edge of a great dark vortex, cast this orb into the lake of the Black Forest.’
‘But remember: fate will not release you easily, and your rash attempt may only anger it further.’
She glared resentfully at the golden orb, then lowered her gaze. The man, still gripping her b****t and sucking her n****e, met her eyes—as if he’d been waiting.
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