A Midday Tryst (4)
Thump—thump—
Outside the manor the sun still blazed, but inside the bedroom the heavy curtains had been drawn so tight that the room might as well have been midnight.
"Aheh…♡ Nngh-hh…♡ Hiih…♡"
Creak—creak—
Perhaps it was the darkness that made the atmosphere feel so thoroughly nocturnal. The bed the two of them occupied never stopped rocking, its frame groaning without a moment's rest.
By the third round, Darian had Freya face-down and was pressed flush against her back, driving into her without the slightest restraint.
"I always wanted to try it from behind if I ever got the equipment for it. Guess that wish came true."
"Nngh—?! Th-this is…♡ T-too deep…♡♡"
Darian gripped her full hips in both hands and rolled his waist; beneath him Freya could only whimper and squirm.
I-it's like I've turned into some kind of animal…♡
The posture was so vulgar, so shameless, that Freya burned with embarrassment—and yet the elbows propping her up were already trembling violently. Every time that thick length drove deep from behind and knocked against the mouth of her womb, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up her spine until the world started spinning.
"U-uuh…!"
Thud—
At last her arms gave out under Darian's hunger. Her body pitched forward.
"Heeuh…♡ Heeh…♡"
Face buried in the sheets, Freya gasped for breath. Her firm, appetizing hips stayed speared on Darian's cock even as the rest of her collapsed, so that only her rear remained lifted high—as if her body were hanging from him.
"Come here."
"Hnn…hiih?!"
Her once-neat hair was a wild mess, plastered to her forehead and cheeks with sweat. Barely managing to breathe, she felt Darian's hands settle on her shoulders and lower belly as he pulled her upright—into a pose that looked for all the world like that famous scene from Titanic.
"Feel that? Right here. That's me inside you."
Rub—rub—
"Nnghiih?!♡ D-don't press there…♡♡♡"
He covered the soft swell his cock had pushed out of her lower belly and pressed down firmly. Freya's whole body shuddered. Having him thrust up from inside was already too much; when he rubbed her womb from the outside as well, the compounded pressure drowned her in pleasure.
"Clamping down this lewdly… Our husband really has become a total goddess of a woman, hasn't he?"
Squeeze—
"N-no…♡ I-I'm… the father of this house—aah♡♡♡"
"You can say that all you want while you're howling like a bitch in heat every time I hit that spot. Not very convincing."
"Y-you idiot…♡"
I don't know… I'm a man…♡ How can I be making sounds like this…♡
Every caress, every whispered word from Darian made Freya's heart hammer—and her lower belly hammer right along with it. Her womb, already swollen and half-full from everything he had poured into her, still ached for more of her mate's seed.
"Aahng♡ Ah♡ Hnngh♡♡♡"
"....Chup—"
"Hyaaah?!!?"
Darian had locked both hands on her shoulders and was riding her hard, when his eyes fell on the smooth nape of her neck framed by her flying hair. He leaned in and kissed it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The soft touch against that sensitive skin sent a shiver of sharp pleasure through her, and Freya cried out before she could stop herself.
"My mark."
"M…ark…? Y-you don't mean…! You…!"
He pulled back from her nape, saw the place his lips had touched already blooming red, and smiled in satisfaction.
Freya, however, went pale. He had already carried her to the bedroom in a full princess hold; if she walked out tomorrow with a kiss mark on her neck for every retainer to see, their imaginations would run wild. The mere thought was mortifying.
"W-what am I supposed to tell people tomorrow…"
"What's the problem? Do married couples really need to hide what happens in their bedroom?"
"It's embarrassing! T-tomorrow I'll have to wear a scarf around my—"
"........"
Freya scrambled to cover the marked spot with her hand, babbling in a panic. Darian did not look pleased.
"So you're saying you'll cover your neck tomorrow either way?"
"…What?"
Chomp—
"Kyaaah!? Hah!? Haah!? Ahh!? Hiih!?"
In that case, he decided, he would leave something even harder to hide. He bared his canines and sank them into the soft flesh of her nape—carefully, of course, with his strength held firmly in check.
After the earlier softness came a sharp, stinging pain as those pointed teeth bit down. Freya's back arched like a drawn bow.
"Pwah…!"
"Ahhngh…! Hn…! T-teeth are too much…!"
Like a vampire claiming a meal on some dark night road, Darian left the imprint of his teeth in her tender skin, then smiled at the mark he had made.
"You're mine. I won't give you to anyone."
"....!"
He buried his nose against her nape and whispered the words slowly into her ear. The possessiveness in them was thick, almost frighteningly so.
Ever since they had come to this world, the sudden change in circumstances had put a little distance between him and Freya. He had always acted strong, easygoing, full of bravado—but in truth no one had been more restless than he was.
And now that he finally had her body against his in this new world, all the fierce attachment he had been holding back came pouring out.
"Whether you're a woman or a man—you're still my one and only husband."
"…Honey."
He held her tight and finally said the words he had always wanted to say. Nestled in his arms, hearing the truth of him, Freya carefully closed her eyes.
And then—
"....!"
"Of course. I've always been your husband. And you'll always be my wife."
"…I've always loved you. Han Yunhwa. More than anyone."
The arms that had hung limp slowly rose and wound around Darian's neck as Freya whispered back.
Throb—
At that impossibly romantic, burning confession, Darian's cock swelled even harder of its own accord, and heat flooded his face.
Chomp—
"…Nngh…!"
As if answering her confession, he left bite marks not only on her nape but on her shoulder as well, clinging to her all the tighter.
It hurts at first… but somehow, feeling this loved by you makes me happy…♡
And as those obsessive marks were carved into her skin, Freya's heart pounded just as hard. It hurt—but the pain only made her more certain how desperately he wanted her, and that certainty only excited her further.
"I—I'm close…!"
Having left more than five marks across her neck and shoulders, Darian locked both arms around her belly and began to snap his hips in earnest.
"Y-yes…♡ M-me too…♡ I'm going… together…♡ Together… go—aah…♡♡"
Freya clenched around him even tighter, with no intention of letting him go, and whispered back.
"When… I come… b-bite my nape… please…♡"
"Yeah…! I-it's coming… coming…"
Chomp—
Throb—throb—throoob—
"Haih…….hwaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Spurt—spurt—spurt—spuuurt—spurt-spurt—
His cock drove in hard enough to crush her womb and flooded her with thick seed at the same instant his teeth closed on her slender throat. Freya's eyes rolled back as she climaxed.
Gulp—gulp—
"Ahee…♡♡♡"
Ah… it's coming in… Honey's cum is filling me so full…♡♡
Of everything he had given her so far, this was the thickest, the most abundant—and as it stuffed her womb to bursting, Freya came with her tongue hanging out.
They stayed locked together until the last pulse faded, feeling each other's heat as they rode out the peak.
"....Hwaaah."
"M-my belly's so full…♡"
Thud—
When the heavy climax finally ended, both of them collapsed face-down onto the bed, utterly spent.
"That's it for today. Even if you squeeze, nothing's left."
"M-me too…! If we do any more… I'll die…"
They caught their breath and both insisted they had hit their limit.
"So? Was it good?"
".....Yes."
"How good?"
"…D-do I have to say that…?"
"What, you don't want to?"
"…Ugh…! It was really, really good…"
"Right? Same here."
"......."
Lying side by side, they looked at each other's faces and fell into idle conversation.
"How do you take the contraceptive?"
"They said… you take it within a day after intercourse."
"…Yeah. This isn't the modern world. Having a kid here would be a problem."
"Yes. We're essentially possessing these bodies… We might suddenly go back to the modern world, and if that happened, who knows what would become of a child conceived here. And with everything going on right now, having a baby just isn't…"
"You've thought about this a lot, huh?"
"This kind of thing is important."
"Do you want my kid that badly?"
"A kid…?! Th-that's not—! It's just in case! A kid…! I-I used to be a man…!"
"....And the truth?"
".......A-a little bi—"
"Aww, you're adorable! Our husband is so cute I could die!!"
"Wai—! I can't—I can't breathe!!!"
And so the couple who had just made such fierce love stayed tangled together on the bed, talking for a long, long time.
At that same moment—
"I never thought I'd sink this low."
Standing right outside the couple's bedroom, Felix crossed his arms and muttered with a sour look on his face.
The instant he heard that Darian had scooped Freya up and bolted for the bedroom, he had rushed over and thrown a sound-blocking barrier around the entire room. Now he was standing guard at the door, just in case some uninvited guest ruined the mood.
"Still… it's good that Mom and Dad are close again, I guess…"
Somehow he had ended up standing watch over his parents' intimate time—but the fact that they were getting along again was, he told himself, a good thing.
"…Though seriously, how rough are they being in there? My face is on fire just listening…!"
The problem was that, in order to cast and maintain the silencing magic, he himself had to remain outside its effect. Which meant Felix had been forced to hear every last second of their lovemaking from start to finish.
His father's howls. His mother's clingy, cringeworthy lines. All of it. His face burned so hot he had to fan himself with his hand.
"Huh? Noona? What are you doing here?"
"Go away."
"…Excuse me?"
"Kids are too young for this. Get lost! Shoo! Shoo!"
"????"
And so, until the two of them finally finished their thoroughly satisfying night, Felix was stuck holding the post—waving Tene off with frantic hand gestures while she stood there looking thoroughly bewildered.