Lewd Courtship - Chapter 83

She managed to shake her swaying head. At that gesture, the corner of Killian’s mouth slowly curled upward. A dark light flickered in his turquoise eyes, and his voice, mixed with ragged breaths, enveloped her ear.

“From now on, for the rest of your life… there won’t be a single day my seed dries up inside you.”

It felt as if her eardrums were being violated. A shiver ran up her spine, raising goosebumps. She could feel her trembling inner walls clamping tightly around his p***s. Their sexes were locked together seamlessly.

“Ngh…”

Killian, who didn’t want it to end yet, stopped moving. Buried to the hilt, he regulated his breathing, holding back his release. The sight of Rachel’s completely disheveled face came into view.

Her unfocused eyes were wide open. Her lips, glistening with saliva, looked utterly devourable. Forgetting to even his own breathing, he stared blankly at her. His p***s, swollen to the point of release just moments before, throbbed as if about to burst.

“…Rachel.”

“Ngh, hng… Hnnng…”

“I want to keep your c**t from ever closing.”

As if he truly meant to do just that, Killian rolled his hips in a wide arc. The tender flesh inside twisted and bent. The mucous membranes were pushed aside, and soon her inner walls began to slowly stretch, conforming to his shape.

“Ahk…!”

No more moans escaped her. Only short, choked sounds caught in her throat. Her entire body tensed sharply, but there was no escape. Rachel could only bury her face in his broad chest. The arm holding her shoulder tightened its grip.

***

It was lunchtime on the 14th day of Killian’s stay in Porhen.

His entourage had been bustling since morning. The attendants were frantically carrying luggage, and the knights hurried back and forth, checking their horses’ saddles.

By the time Darius took hold of the white horse’s reins, Killian had arrived at the center of the procession. The Imperial Physician standing beside him cautiously spoke.

“Your Majesty, perhaps it would be acceptable to rest for another day or two.”

Killian firmly suppressed the tongue that was about to agree immediately. Considering the travel time back to the Empire, he would have been absent from his post for nearly a month. No matter how competent his ministers were, it was time to return to the imperial palace.

“…We must return.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes wavered. Killian looked in the direction from which the sound of crying was coming.

A few steps ahead, Rachel was weeping uncontrollably. He swallowed a deep sigh inwardly.

‘…Her eyes are all puffy.’

She had cried so much since the day before that he had stayed up all night comforting her. He didn’t want to part either. He felt like just kidnapping her and taking her with him.

But given their statuses, there was a proper order that had to be followed. Killian glanced at the King, who was watching them. The usual, rounded smile was painted on his lips.

‘A fox, indeed.’

He recalled the Sementi the King had given him as a farewell gift. Killian let out a small, derisive snort through his nose. Then, he composed his expression and looked at Rachel again.

He took a step closer to her and wiped her damp cheek. His gentle touch continued, careful not to irritate the skin raw from her tears.

“If you keep crying, your skin will get ruined.”

“Sob, h-hic… I d-don’t, hic… care about that.”

“He said he’d contact you soon.”

“Even so, hic… I don’t want to.”

There was no sign of the crying stopping. Killian slowly closed his eyes and then opened them. He took a short, steadying breath and leaned forward slightly. Pressing his lips close to her ear, he whispered in a low voice so others couldn’t hear.

“Wait for me with your p***y wet, Rachel. If you give it to another man, I’ll tear you apart.”

At his words, Rachel’s eyes sparkled. Her tear-filled eyes instantly became bright and clear. She stood still as if broken, then looked up at him.

“…What am I supposed to do if my heart feels like it’s tearing apart?”

At a loss for words, Killian pressed his fingers to his forehead. As he shook his head in that state, Rachel’s lips jutted out in a pout.

Those protruding lips once again captured Killian’s gaze. The corners of his mouth, which had been set in a line, quietly curled upward.

He no longer cared about the King’s intentions or the reactions of the ministers back in the Empire. He resolved that the moment he arrived, the first thing he would do was write a proposal for a political marriage.