Chapter 5
5
Marquis Rockwood and his wife were famously affectionate.
So affectionate, in fact, that they hadn’t returned from their honeymoon. All the effort and money the marquis had poured into renovating their estate was effectively wasted. Naturally, the gossip in the capital went wild about their continued absence.
Everyone already knew the marquis was head-over-heels for Princess Leoni. The only question was how long it would last. Bets were placed at the gentlemen’s club. Most thought it would be until she got pregnant. After all, the marquis was undeniably a libertine, but he also had ambitions to establish House Rockwood as a noble lineage worthy of his title.
He had secured the title, amassed wealth, and now the final step was to have an heir from a princess to purify the bloodline. Leoni was a stunning beauty. He would enjoy her thoroughly, and once she conceived, he would tuck her safely away in the inner quarters and return to public life—just like most men did.
Only those working at or visiting the villa where the couple honeymooned knew how different reality was.
Sitting in the drawing room, Neil Rockwood frowned. He was a positive, affable man who rarely showed irritation, but today was an exception.
“Shall I bring more tea?”
The butler of the villa asked carefully. A famed swordmaster had been waiting two hours. It may have been a matter of waiting for a sibling for the marquis, but for the staff, it was like hosting a force of nature. Neil sighed.
“Yes, please. It seems they won’t be out for a while.”
“They should be down soon. They retired late last night…….”
“That’s not the issue.”
Neil responded absentmindedly, then immediately felt guilty for snapping at the innocent butler. He tried to soften it with, “It’s nothing, really.”
But he was annoyed. With his heightened senses, he could hear what was going on upstairs.
“No, Richelle, ha, mm, nnngh, Richelle, no, I said no……!”
Leoni sobbed as she begged. She couldn’t bear the sensation inside her. It had been over an hour since they started the moment she opened her eyes this morning. Time had lost meaning.
“Not there, n~not there, mmh, I hate it.”
“You don’t hate it. You love it.”
A large phallic shape thrust relentlessly inside her. Leoni whimpered and clung to the marquis’s neck.
It wasn’t like this was unusual. Normally, Leoni would accept it eagerly. But today, there was a guest. The first since their marriage. Once a royal retainer, he was now her husband’s family.
“Nnngh~~, Lord Neil is w-waiting, ahhh!”
“He showed up without notice. That’s his fault. Let him wait.”
The marquis punctuated her words with a sharp thrust. The d***o attached to her belt rammed into Leoni’s soaked p***y.
“Aaaaah!”
They hadn’t started like this. When they heard Neil had arrived, both had still been asleep. The night before, they’d indulged in pleasure until dawn.
The butler had come in alarm to wake them, but instead of simply washing up and greeting their guest, the marquis had lured Leoni back into bed with a kiss.
Though the c**k she’d used the night before was now soft, Leoni’s abused p***y was still warm, wet, and deliciously sensitive.
As Richelle ducked under Leoni’s nightgown and began licking, her body gave in instantly. After five months of being trained by the marquis, including the engagement period, her body no longer knew how to resist.
After licking her to climax, the marquis spread her legs, parted the flushed folds with her fingers, and strapped on one of the tools she kept beside the bed. She had many methods of possessing Leoni, but the one she used best was the strap-on belt she wore to pass as a man.
With one hard thrust, she buried the d***o deep inside Leoni. Leoni screamed, wrapping her arms around Richelle.
She had climaxed several times already. The sheets were drenched. Her voice hoarse, her body exhausted—but she couldn’t overcome the pleasure.
“Richelle, aah, ah! No more, I can’t take anymore……!”
“It’s okay. Even if you break, I’ll give you all the pleasure you want.”
Richelle pinned her down and pounded into her soaked, twitching p***y. The back of the strap-on rubbed against her swollen c**t, and every time, a wave of pleasure washed over her. But most thrilling of all was how Leoni, despite her whining, clung tightly to her, wrapping her legs around Richelle like she never wanted to let go.
“Richelle, there, there—! Ahhhn!”
At last, Leoni clutched her desperately and came again, convulsing hard. Richelle hugged her tightly and rolled them across the wide bed, rubbing their bodies together as Leoni clung to her, dazed.
Ah, really. I want to knock her up.
Richelle undid the belt and rubbed her dripping s*x against Leoni’s puffy p***y. Leoni looked up at her with glazed, half-lidded eyes.
“Richelle…… a~ah, mm, this, mmh.”
“Move for me.”
Richelle said it, but Leoni was too exhausted to comply. So Richelle moved instead.
Rubbing their soaked labia together, Leoni’s c**k slid between Richelle’s folds, nudging her c**t and sending waves of pleasure through them both.
But it wasn’t quite enough. Richelle eventually grabbed another toy—one designed to fill them both at the same time.
Leoni, dazed and dreamy, asked,
“That one…… really?”
“You love this one.”
“Mm. I do. I love it.”
What she loved, and who she loved, was ambiguous. But Richelle took it as her own.
In front of Leoni, Richelle slowly inserted the toy into her own slick p***y. She gasped at the stretch, her breath catching. Leoni watched, mesmerized. Richelle lifted Leoni’s c**k and pressed the other end of the toy to her soaked folds.
“Aah~~”
Leoni turned her head and bit back a moan. This was her favorite. It let Richelle f**k her hard, while they both drowned in pleasure.
As both ends sank deep enough to touch their wombs, their hips locked together. Richelle’s c**t rubbed against Leoni’s c**k.
“Mm, mmh, nghh, Richelle, I…….”
“Don’t hold back.”
Richelle had no intention of holding back either. Leoni whimpered and wrapped her arms around her tightly.
* * *
“Enough already.”
In front of Neil sat four empty teapots, four empty teacups, and nine used plates. The butler had tried clearing them between each new tea, but Neil had insisted they be left, to make a point. Not that Richelle would care.
“You could have made an appointment.”
“Oh come on. It’s not even 11 AM. You said I should visit sometime.”
“I never set a date. I didn’t expect you to take it literally.”
“Still, when your sister gets married, the least you can do is show up.”
“Says the man who didn’t come to the wedding.”
“Wouldn’t it have been awkward if I had?”
Fair enough. Everyone had guessed Neil was the king’s first pick for a royal son-in-law.
The butler brought tea for Richelle. Neil declined.
“I’m too full.”
The butler withdrew, looking uncomfortable. Richelle shrugged at the pile of dishes.
Neil spoke.
“Still, I’m glad you two are happy. I always thought you’d suit her.”
“When did you know?”
“About the princess’s body?”
“Yeah. That.”
Neil rubbed his chin, hesitating.
“The proposal came to me first, remember? I think His Majesty assumed… it wouldn’t matter.”
He didn’t say what wouldn’t matter, but Richelle got it. She stared at him, not surprised by the king’s assumption but by Neil’s nonchalance.
“Weren’t you planning to hide it from me?”
“But you figured it out, right?”
“When did you realize I knew?”
“When I decided I should be matched with the princess, I spoke to Kalian about it. He said there’s no way you didn’t already know. Still, it felt awkward to bring it up—but now that things are like this, neither of us can pretend anymore.”
The marquis had nothing to say. She sighed.
“So that means Kalian knew too.”
“He said it’d be better if it existed with someone you could legally marry. You wanted it, didn’t you?”
“Wanted what?”
“Your child.”
This time, the marquis was truly at a loss for words. Neil furrowed his brow, clasping his hands together.
“But there’s a limit, Richelle.”
“My name’s Richard.”
At that moment, a soft knock came at the sitting-room door. Leoni entered, wearing a simple house dress covered by a gown, her cheeks still flushed and slow to cool. She moved with a slight limp from earlier, and though she was freshly washed, the lingering scent of last night’s passion still clung to her—making her already beautiful appearance all the more seductive.
Of course, Neil had no interest in a woman’s seductive aura. He politely pressed a kiss to the back of Leoni’s hand.
“Long time no see, Princess Leoni. I’m relieved to see you well. I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your wedding.”
“Oh, no. I had an idea why you couldn’t come. I’m glad you came, even like this.”
The moment Neil kissed the back of her hand, the marquis swept in and pulled Leoni close by the waist.
Neil looked at the marquis in astonishment.
“They say passion strikes late in life.”
“Why don’t you take care of your own brother, then.”
“Huh.”
Neil shook his head.
“Well, I’ve seen her face, so that’s enough. I’ll be off, then.”
“Already? We even prepared a room for you on the second floor in case you came. Please stay a few days.”
Stay. If he stayed here, his keen ears would suffer nightly torture from the sounds—no question.
“Honestly, it’s not that I had the time. I just made a moment to visit. I left my lover behind, so I have to go back soon. Here.”
Neil set a small box on the table with a gentle smile.
“It’s nothing much, but a wedding gift.”
“Ah, thank you.”
Inside the box were two pregnancy charms (hobu). Assuming they were made by Kalian and would help, the marquis reached to put one on Leoni’s wrist, but Neil stopped her.
“That one’s yours. Give the other to the princess.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Yours is a charm for smooth delivery.”
The marquis blinked. Neil grinned.
“Kalian made it, so it’ll definitely work. But take it easy on the baby plans. Don’t end up in trouble.”
“Charm for smooth delivery?”
“I’m busy. I’ll be going now. Eight months from now, when your niece is born, I’ll come back. I’ll stay longer then. Farewell, princess. Please stay well.”
Before the marquis could even process it, Neil stood and said he was being called by Kalian and had to hurry off. Leoni rushed to grab him, but Neil disappeared in a blink, as though vanishing through space.
“Richelle.”
The marquis was still blinking blankly.
“If Kalian said it, it must be right. If he said it…….”
“Who is this Kalian, anyway?”
“Neil’s lover, a dragon.”
Now the word “presumed” was unnecessary. As the marquis said this, Leoni covered her mouth with both hands, unsure where to start being shocked. Should she be shocked Neil had a lover? That his lover was a dragon? That the dragon was Neil’s lover? Or…?
“A charm for smooth delivery? Eight months from now means I’m two months pregnant right now.”
“Kyah!”
Leoni screamed and flung herself into the marquis’s arms. The marquis, dazed, hugged her reflexively, then jumped. She’d realized last month she missed her period.
“My goodness.”
She had indeed wanted a child with her own blood mixing—it was true. Of course, having Leoni bear it would be even more wonderful, but this was still not bad.
“Thank you. Richelle, thank you!”
Leoni yanked the marquis’s cheeks and kissed her wildly. As she returned the kiss, the marquis thought, Is this backwards? But it didn’t feel bad. She laughed joyfully, pulled Leoni down onto the sofa by the waist, and beamed.
The End.
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