Chapter 79
As Ylfus lifted her up, Cinq lost her grip on the chair’s backrest. Her feet left the ground, and she let out a faint cry of alarm, clutching desperately at her husband’s arms for support.
Ylfus began thrusting in earnest, holding her securely as he spoke.
“Look, Cinq. See how well you take this.”
The dizzying sensation of being suspended in midair left her breathless. She cried out, unable to contain herself.
“A-Ah! Y-Ylfus, ah! Hah, uh, oh—ah!”
Holding her slender body and lifted legs in his arms, Ylfus moved with the ferocity of a stallion sowing seed. The blend of weightless exhilaration and the firm, smooth grip of his body left Cinq overwhelmed. Suspended midair, entirely in his grasp, she trembled as an unbearable sensation spread like wildfire deep within her.
“A-Ah… Ahhh!”
Her body, honest in its response, betrayed her, expressing every ounce of pleasure it felt without filtering for the shame she harbored. Cinq’s back arched sharply, and she whimpered, throwing her head back to bury it against her husband’s neck.
Her dainty, pearly fingernails lightly scratched at his muscular arms as if pleading.
Feeling her small nails press into his skin, Ylfus thrust into her depths as far as he could go. Her convulsing core, swollen with pleasure, clamped down tightly around him, pulsating in tiny spasms that gripped him firmly.
After a few more deliberate thrusts, he pulled her close as she writhed in ecstasy and emptied his seed deep inside her.
Caught in the waves of their shared climax, Cinq whimpered into the crook of his neck, her round head nuzzling against him.
“Haa… ngh, ah, huh…”
Ylfus gazed down at her as he pressed soft kisses to her hair. His attention then drifted to the mirror in front of them.
There, reflected in its surface, was the sight of his bronze-toned body cradling her pale, fragile form. Her slender leg was hooked up, her trembling core still joined with him, exposed and vulnerable.
Though he had often admired her during such moments, seeing her through the mirror gave him a fresh perspective. Smirking, he pressed more kisses to her temple, now damp with a light sheen of sweat, and murmured into her hair.
“Cinq, as the wife of Kalasca’s heir… you can’t let your husband’s precious seed go to waste, can you?”
Cinq’s lashes fluttered as her half-lidded eyes quivered, her embarrassment palpable. At his teasing words, her entrance instinctively tightened, gripping him snugly.
Shameless as ever, Ylfus savored the sensation as he slowly withdrew from her.
Through the mirror, the sight was lewd beyond belief. His thick shaft, slick with their shared arousal, emerged from between her soft, rounded folds. Her core, flushed pink and glistening, contracted as though reluctant to let him go. The pale liquid clinging to her entrance threatened to spill out, a testament to their union.
Ylfus cupped her cheek with one hand, guiding her gaze away from the sight and up to meet his eyes. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers, muffling her soft gasps as he fully withdrew.
Through the reflection, he watched her trembling entrance pulse as if reluctant to release him entirely. Pearly drops of his seed clung to her opening, pooling dangerously close to spilling.
Despite himself, Ylfus felt his body stir again at the sight.
“Cinq, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers. “Not a single drop wasted.”
Cinq trembled, her plump lips quivering as she let out a faint whimper.
“I-It’s exhausting, Ylfus… I’m tired…”
He kissed her deeply, supporting her as she clung to him, her trembling arms draping over his shoulders.
“Ylfus,” she murmured.
“Yes, Cinq.”
She kissed his lips softly, her hands brushing against his face as if still in awe. Even now, her curious fingers traced his features, hesitant yet fascinated.
Ylfus laughed as he carried her back to the bed.
“What’s wrong, Cinq? Still finding it strange?”
“A little…”
As he laid her down gently on the bed, he teased her.
“If it’s that strange, then we won’t do this anymore. I only wanted to please my young bride, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”
Cinq’s eyes widened in alarm, her expression turning pleading.
“I-I didn’t mean that! It’s not uncomfortable… just unfamiliar.”
Ylfus chuckled, his deep voice resonating as he settled beside her.
“That’s a big deal, you know. You shouldn’t feel awkward around your husband.”
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