Chapter 88 🔞
How incredible would it feel… if I buried myself all the way to the root inside a body that clung to me like this?
The thought alone made him want to thrust into her without restraint—to drive into her again and again, whether she cried out, whether she protested, whether it hurt. Truth be told, considering his nature, that was far more like him.
Even so, he found himself constantly watching Kiara’s face as she panted beneath him, gauging every reaction. He’d been holding himself back with such effort that his hips were beginning to ache.
“W-What do you mean soaking… ngh… p-please, slower!”
Apparently, no matter how careful he was, it still wasn’t enough for Kiara.
Her lower lips, of course, were saying something entirely different.
Damn it. What am I supposed to do?
Beads of sweat gathered across Ael’s brow as he muttered sullenly,
“…You came.”
The blunt choice of words—as though she’d simply wet herself—sent a flush rushing across Kiara’s face.
As if she’d completely forgotten all the colorful curses she’d once thrown at him without the slightest embarrassment.
“I-It’s just… th-that… you said… I can’t get pregnant…”
Her excuse only made Ael’s eyebrows lift.
Because she can’t get pregnant? So before, she’d been holding herself back because she was afraid she might conceive… And now that she knew she couldn’t, she’d let herself get carried away?
It wasn’t exactly hard to believe.
But for some reason, the moment she said she could finally relax because there was absolutely no chance of pregnancy… Something hot stirred unexpectedly inside Ael.
Oblivious to the change in him, Kiara continued, stumbling over her words as she tried to explain.
So that no other man could even come near her.
“If you’d told me… sooner… I wouldn’t have… gone easy on you.”
Ael moved with all the restraint of a dog in heat, snapping his hips into hers again and again. Between each fragment of his broken words came Kiara’s breathless replies.
“Mm… ah… ngh…”
What intoxicating sounds they were.
Drunk on her voice, Ael lost himself in the rhythm of his thrusts. Before long, the warmth between Kiara’s thighs had softened into a slick, molten embrace. Even then, every deep stroke drew a sticky, clinging squeeze from the depths of her body.
Whenever he pulled back to drive in again, the countless folds lining her walls seemed unwilling to let even that small separation happen, desperately clinging to him as though trying to keep him inside.
By the time he was driving even deeper, the slick that had overflowed where their bodies joined glistened in the sunlight.
“Nngh… ah… A-Ael… it’s so deep…”
Feeling him nudge insistently against the entrance to her womb, Kiara breathed the words like a plea. Yet despite what she was saying, both her legs had wrapped tightly around Ael’s waist, drawing him against her with every thrust.
And it wasn’t only her legs. Ael noticed the subtle shift deep inside her as well, and a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
For someone who’d just spoken as though she could leave him at any moment, every part of her body was faithfully responding, preparing itself to receive him.
His smile widened.
Your body’s still pulling me in like this. And you think you’re going to leave?
“…Fine. I’ll give you more than enough. Spread your legs.”
The command left his lips almost casually.
Without resistance, Kiara parted her legs. Her swollen, glistening s-x lay completely exposed before him. Ordinarily, the sheer indecency of the position would have left her burning with embarrassment. But reason had long since vanished from her mind.
Even that wasn’t enough for Ael. More. She had to open wider. Only then could he drive himself even deeper.
So the seed he spilled would be welcomed into the very depths of her womb without a single drop escaping.
As he pistoned into her with near-manic abandon, a quiet whisper suddenly seemed to echo through his mind.
‘There has never been a single witch who carried their soulmate’s child.’
His own words. Yet the memory inexplicably irritated him. A flash of annoyance crossed Ael’s face, and he muttered a sharp curse beneath his breath.
“Damn it.”
Gripping Kiara’s hips, he pulled them apart. Her pxssy opened even wider beneath him. Now their bodies were pressed so tightly together that even their pelvises met, and Kiara cried out as her nails raked helplessly down his back.
At that very moment, as a shiver raced up from the base of his spine, another memory of Kiara’s voice resurfaced.
‘The Grandilgales… I mean, the imperial family. Aren’t they descended from the first emperor and the Red Witch?’
…Hah.
Why did those words sound so satisfying? Rolling them over in his mind as though savoring them, Ael slowly smiled.
In that case, I’ll simply fill her until she’s overflowing. Something will keep you bound to me. Whether it’s my cxck… or my child.
The thought lingered in his mind as Ael pressed firmly against Kiara’s abdomen, almost as though he found the flatness of her belly somehow unsatisfying.
“Nngh!”
Thrust. Ael snapped his hips forward one last time, and Kiara arched so violently it was as though her entire body had been yanked taut.
At that same instant, a powerful surge spilled from the very tip of his cxck, buried deep inside her.
“Haah…”
As the pleasure that began low in his body surged all the way to the crown of his head, Ael repeated the words to himself like a solemn vow.
You will never be able to leave my side.
His grip around Kiara tightened.
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