The Northern Archduke's Night
The heavy door slammed shut, the bolt sliding into place with an echoing clang that reverberated louder than it should have. The bedroom was now completely cut off from the outside world.
Only then did the tension drain from Elina's shoulders. But it wasn't relief.
It was more like collapsing after losing all support.
"Siegfried…."
She turned around. Her face, bathed in pale moonlight, was etched with terror.
The ruler of the North, who had commanded with iron authority by day, had become a trembling child at night, quaking at mere shadows.
"Yes, Elina."
I approached her with a steadfast expression. Her gaze locked onto my eyes.
Desperate, as if confirming whether I was real—or just another illusion sent by the elders.
Whoosh—!
She threw herself into my arms. Her body heat seeped through my cold armor.
She clutched the hem of my clothes tightly and rubbed her face against my chest.
She's trembling.
A faint vibration. Not from the cold.
The enemy within. An invisible blade. Isolation.
The poison of anxiety gnawing at her insides was making her body shake.
"Hold me. Make me believe in you. Show me everything you have."
Not a command, but a plea. I gripped her chin and lifted it.
Her blue eyes, always sharp and icy, were now misty and unfocused with moisture.
"As you wish."
I ravaged her lips roughly.
"Mmph—!"
Slurp… Schlick—!
She accepted my tongue clumsily but desperately, as if drinking my saliva would quench some insatiable thirst.
Her tongue thrashed inside my mouth—not so much a kiss as a frantic struggle for reassurance.
Slither—!
I undid the thin silk straps of her nightgown. As it slid to the floor, the Northern Archduke's naked body was revealed under the moonlight.
Her battlefield-hardened frame had no excess fat, yet her curves were surprisingly graceful. Especially her massive breasts, compressed by armor all day, now jiggled freely in liberation.
"It's cold…."
She curled up. The room was warm from the fireplace, but…
Her heart must be the cold one.
I embraced her.
"I'll make you hot. Down to your bones."
Then I scooped her up and laid her on the bed. Her white body sprawled across the soft mattress.
I hastily stripped off my clothes and climbed over her. Skin met skin.
As my hot body pressed against hers, she flinched and arched her back.
"Haa… so warm…."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her legs around me, as if she'd never let go.
Like a drowning person clutching not a straw, but a log—her limbs gripped with desperate strength. I slid my hand down to grasp her breast.
Squish—!
"Hngh!"
Unlike her icy Northern image, her breast was astonishingly soft and warm. A fullness that overflowed my hand.
The sensation of flesh spilling between my fingers sent a thrill through me.
An ice shell on the outside, but melting like this inside.
I rubbed her nipple with my thumb. The pink bud was already hard as a pebble.
Anxiety sharpened her senses. Her nerves were on edge.
And scraping those taut nerves with pleasure brought immediate reactions.
"Siegfried… harder, more…."
She craved intense stimulation, as if she needed pain to feel secure. I pinched and twisted her nipple hard, just as she wanted.
"Aagh! Hah, haa…!"
Her back bowed like a drawn bow. A moan mixed with pain and pleasure.
Hearing that ignited my sadism. The mighty Northern Archduke under me, weeping and writhing at my touch.
My hand drifted lower. Past her navel, to the forest of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
White like her hair.
"You're soaked, Elina."
"D-don't say that…."
She flushed and turned her head away. But her legs spread honestly.
Honey-like fluids already trickled down her inner thighs. I pressed a finger against her entrance.
Squelch—! Squelch—!
A sticky sound. I slipped one finger inside.
It was hot and tight inside.
She's tense.
Muscles rigid from anxiety. Her walls clamped down like they wanted to devour my finger.
"Relax. You'll hurt yourself."
"No… I'm scared… scared you'll disappear…."
She mumbled nonsense. My finger—my presence—slipping away terrified her, making her clench unconsciously.
I could feel Elina breaking.
"I won't disappear. I'll fill you up completely."
I withdrew my finger and aligned my raging cock with her entrance. Foreplay over.
Unlike other heroines, straight to the main event. The tip parted her wet slit.
"Hiiik! It's b-big… so big…!"
Her eyes widened in fear. But she didn't pull away.
Instead, she lifted her hips to swallow me.
Plunge—!
All the way to the hilt in one thrust. The massive intruder pierced her belly.
"Hyaaaaah!"
She screamed—not pleasure, but pain. Her rigid walls forced open, crushing my shaft. Buried in her scorching depths.
"Hah… haa… it's in… inside me…."
Tears of pain streamed down, yet she smiled. The fullness.
The sensation of being perfectly filled seemed to give her stability. With me stuffed in her gut, no room for impurities or anxiety?
"I'm moving."
Without waiting for her response, I rocked my hips.
Thud! Thud! Smack—! Squish squish—!
"A-ah! Ugh! Too deep, too deep!"
Merciless pistoning. My cock battered her cervix relentlessly.
Each impact sent her body jolting upward.
This grip is no joke.
Like countless lips sucking me in. A obsessive clench born of anxiety.
Her walls traced every vein, fighting to keep me inside.
Squelch squelch—! Squelch squelch—! Thud—! Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!
The room filled with the slap of flesh and wet squelches. The once-chill air now sweltered.
Our sweat mingled with her scent and the musky tang of her arousal, dazing my head.
"Siegfried…! Siegfried…!"
She chanted my name instead of moaning. Like a mantra.
Confirming I was here.
"Yes, I'm here. Inside Elina."
I whispered, biting her nape. She shuddered at the mark I left.
"Deeper… deeper…! Until my mind goes blank…! Make me think of nothing!"
Her nails raked my back. A stinging pain.
It ignited me, shattering my restraint.
"If that's what you want."
I hooked her legs over my shoulders. Already buried to the pubes, I thrust even deeper.
Slam—! Slam—!
"Hiiik! Hngh, ah, no! Not there, not there…!"
Her eyes rolled back. Direct hits to her womb.
Caught between ecstasy and agony, she lost her mind.
"Who is your knight?"
"You…! You! Siegfried…! Nngh, ah, aaah!"
"Who protects you?"
"You…! You protect me! No one else! Just you!"
Brainwashing. Imprinting my existence into her subconscious amid the rut. Words at climax burrowed deep into the brain.
Her walls began convulsing. Her pussy spasming wildly, trying to milk me dry.
"I-I'm cumming…! Something's wrong, I'm breaking!"
Elina thrashed her head, drool spilling. No longer the North's ruler—just a bitch surrendered to pleasure.
"Don't hold back."
I gripped her hips and unleashed the final sprint. To the deepest place.
Where her life force would conceive. Her womb, aimed straight there.
"I'm—cumming! Cuuuuming!"
Her body bucked like a live fish. Simultaneously, explosive release surged from my tip.
"Grgh!"
Spurt spurt—! Splurt—! Spluuuurt—!
Hot semen flooded her womb. Pumping every drop without waste.
Her womb gulped it down, churning.
"Ooooh… oooh gooood—!"
Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body still quivered.
Aftershocks of orgasm and my ejaculation wouldn't stop. I collapsed onto her, panting roughly.
Her heartbeat transmitted through my chest. The frantic pounding slowed to calm.
Moments later, recovered Elina hugged me tight. My cock still buried inside her.
"Don't pull out…."
She whispered hoarsely.
"Stay like this."
She found solace in my semen—my essence—filling her void. As if it were the only thing plugging her emptiness.
"I'll stay like this all night."
I brushed her damp hair and kissed her forehead. A tender lover's touch.
But inside, dark calculations churned.
She's completely broken.
The body doesn't lie. That fuck had bound her to me utterly.
Covering anxiety with pleasure. Sealing fear with my presence.
Now she couldn't sleep without me. Couldn't even breathe.
Almost done. Elina fell asleep in my arms like a child, breathing softly.
But even unconsciously, her hands wouldn't release me. Outside, the North's fierce blizzard raged.
But in this room, on this bed, she'd feel safe.
Unaware she's cradling the deadliest blade. I grinned wickedly and thrust deep once more, pushing my seed further into her.
"Nng… Siegfried…."
Even her sleep-talk was my name. The North's ice flower now rotted in my grasp,
exuding a sweet fragrance only for me. I wondered what face the "real protagonist" would make upon seeing her, already marinated in my cum.
Just imagining it made my cock throb heavily again in the night.