Chapter 68. Marriage with Rachel
Marriage with Rachel
"...Hah."
I-seo stood frozen in place upon hearing the news that the Count had awoken.
Before her were Ella and Bella, drenched in a mixture of semen, saliva, and love juice, cheering wildly—and Lucian, who was gradually fluttering his eyelids as he regained consciousness.
This was the man who hadn't stirred despite summoning the kingdom's greatest saintess (healer), scouring ancient texts, and nursing him through the night.
Yet all it took... was one [Double Fellatio] to make him open his eyes.
"How anticlimactic."
She felt as though all her intellectual efforts had been invalidated. But at the same time, she couldn't deny it—the men of House Eckhart were creatures driven by their lower instincts.
'At least he's alive... That's what matters.'
With a bitter smile, I-seo tossed a towel to Ella.
"Clean yourself up. You look disgraceful."
The castle was in a festive mood upon hearing of Lucian's recovery.
But there was one person who couldn't fully share in the joy—someone who had to leave.
Rimeyer.
Clad in full armor, she stood by Lucian's bedside.
"Are you leaving?" Lucian asked hoarsely, still too weak to sit up.
"The royal capital is in chaos after the civil war. As Knight Commander, I can't leave my post vacant for long. There's cleanup to handle, and we still need to track down traces of that dark mage."
Her tone was as stiff as ever. But her gaze lingered on Lucian's bandaged chest and pale face, unable to pull away.
After a moment of hesitation, she slowly bent forward.
"Thank you... for surviving."
Her pale face drew close to Lucian's nose.
And then—
Peck.
Her soft, cool lips brushed against his feverish forehead before retreating.
"...!"
Lucian's eyes widened.
The Ice Witch—the legendary Royal Knight Captain—had initiated physical contact. Even if it was just his forehead, it struck him harder than any kiss ever had.
"Next time we meet... I hope to see you in good health."
Rimeyer quickly turned away, hiding her reddened ears. With a flutter of her white cape, she vanished like the wind.
Only the faint, refreshing scent of rosemary she left behind lingered in the room.
'Hah...'
Lucian touched his forehead. The sensation of her lips remained.
Was it camaraderie? Pity? Or something deeper?
One thing was certain—that fragrance wouldn't leave his mind for a long time.
Days later.
Lucian had recovered enough to stroll through the garden alone.
Then, Rachel approached him with a solemn expression.
"Lord Lucian."
"Oh, Rachel. Lovely weather, isn't it?"
"Marry me. Us."
"Of course. Once I've recovered a bit more, we'll hold a grand—"
"No."
Rachel cut him off firmly.
"Tomorrow. Immediately."
"Tomorrow?! But we haven't prepared any—"
"It doesn't matter. I don't need a lavish venue, thousands of guests, or expensive food. I can't even breathe properly... I'm so terrified you might disappear again."
Tears welled in Rachel's eyes.
The horror of being kidnapped, the despair when he returned covered in blood—she couldn't wait any longer. If she didn't bind him to her legally, spiritually, she felt she'd lose her mind.
"Just the groom, our families, and friends to bless us will suffice. Father will understand. Please... grant me this."
Lucian took her trembling hand. He could feel every ounce of anguish she had endured.
"...Very well. We'll do as you wish."
"Thank you... Thank you so much."
Rachel buried her face in his chest, relieved.
The next morning.
The garden of Eckhart Castle had been transformed into a simple yet beautiful wedding venue.
Beneath an arch adorned with hastily gathered wildflowers stood Lucian in a tuxedo and Rachel in an elegant yet understated dress.
Though she had a lavish, high-end gown prepared earlier, Rachel chose one that matched the atmosphere.
An elderly priest from the territory officiated, and the only guests were retainers and maids.
"Groom Lucian von Eckhart, do you take Rachel as your wife—"
As vows were exchanged, the maids gathered to one side, watching.
"Sniff... It's so beautiful."
Ari dabbed her tears with a handkerchief. Ella sniffled too.
"I envy her... I wanted to stand there too."
"But at least we can be grateful. The Count has recovered and can restore the family's honor."
Maria smiled bittersweetly but warmly.
They were jealous. But stronger than that jealousy was their heartfelt wish for their beloved master's happiness. Even if they remained as concubines or maids, his joy was enough.
Sophia, too, quietly clasped her hands as she watched the happy couple.
She didn't mourn her own unfulfilled love.
With sincerity, she blessed their future.
"Groom, you may kiss the bride!"
Cheer—!
Amid fluttering petals, Lucian and Rachel's lips met.
A love that bloomed despite the scars of war.
[Wedding Night]
Though the ceremony had been modest, the bedroom was filled with candlelight and floral fragrance.
After her bath, Lucian guided Rachel to the bed. Clad in white silk sleepwear, she looked as pure as an angel.
Out of habit, Lucian flicked his fingers, preparing to cast a spell.
"Wait."
Rachel caught his hand.
"Lord Lucian. No cleaning magic. No contraception magic."
"...What?"
"Pour yourself into me... raw and deep."
Lucian couldn't believe his ears.
Rachel—the rigid noblewoman who had guarded her chastity like her life—was saying this?
"I want your child. I washed every inch of myself thoroughly. I want to share love with you naturally, as we are. So... plant your seed inside me, just as you are."
Her eyes burned with resolve. The instinct of a woman who wanted to bind her war-torn husband to her forever—and to carry a life that resembled him.
Lucian's chest tightened.
Since developing [Sperm Retrieval Magic], he had never made love to a woman without contraception, in raw, unfiltered passion. For him, too, it had been both a taboo and a fantasy.
"Ah, yes, Lord Lucian... Deep inside... Plant your seed in the deepest part of me... Ahh—!"
Rachel clung to his neck, whispering seductively. Her breath tickled his ear, snapping the last thread of his patience.
He had intended to be gentle, to prepare her thoroughly so her first time would be painless.
But Rachel herself was pushing him to the edge.
Throb!
His pants strained against the sudden, violent swell beneath.
His engorged shaft, thick with pulsing veins, twitched aggressively, as if ready to tear his demure bride apart.
Lucian pinned Rachel to the bed and roughly pushed up her nightgown.
Between her pale thighs—her tightly sealed virginity.
He dragged his raging cock along Rachel's plump, swollen labia majora.
Squelch, squelch.
"Ah, ngh... Ahhhn... Lord Lucian, yes... Take me. My first time... belongs only to you."
Though Lucian's pre-cum slicked her folds, Rachel's inner lips remained dry, her entrance still unyielding.
And between those thick outer lips, there was no gap for his fluids to seep in.
"Hah... Rachel... I'm losing it."
"Lord Lucian, hurry... Take my virginity now...!"
Rachel arched her hips, urging him on. Her deliberate seduction shattered any remaining thought of foreplay.
The starved beast within Lucian, denied release through war and injury, awoke.
"I'm going in!"
Lucian gripped Rachel's hips tightly,
aligned his tip with her entrance,
pushed past her thick outer lips,
parted her cherry-like inner folds,
and slammed his hips down in one thrust.
Plunge—!!!
"AAAH—!!"
Rachel's scream echoed through the bedroom.
Their wedding night—Lucian's plan to whisper sweet nothings and ease in gently—was obliterated.
Just as he had glimpsed when she slept, Rachel's hymen was thick and resilient. Sealed tight without even a hint of an opening, it was mercilessly torn apart by his monstrous girth.
"Ngh! Ugh...!"
His cock, driven in to the hilt, stabbed deep against her cervix.
Rachel bit her lip hard, tears brimming as she felt her lower half being split open and her abdomen impaled.
"Ahhhhhn...!"
"S-Sorry, Rachel. Did it hurt too much? Should I pull out?"
Panicked, Lucian tried to withdraw slightly—but Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist desperately.
"Ngh! It hurts... but... stay like this... Don't pull out...!"
Even in pain, she didn't want to lose the overwhelming fullness of him inside her.
Lucian froze.
But only his movement stopped. His cock, buried deep within her, was already on the verge of exploding.
It twitched uncontrollably inside Rachel's depths.
'I'm losing it... She's too tight...!'
Whether from pain or the foreign intrusion, Rachel's inner walls clenched around him like a vice, threatening to crush him.
The scorching heat, the suffocating pressure.
And before him—Rachel's beautiful face, contorted in pain and arousal.
Lucian, the so-called Emperor of the Night, felt his climax surging after just one thrust.
He tried to hold back—but it was impossible. The woman he loved too much, the peerlessly tight meiki.
"Ngh—!"
"Lord Lucian...?"
"I can't... I'm coming!"
Splurt! Gush! Groooan!
"AH—!"
With a ragged groan, Lucian erupted.
Without even a single proper thrust, he had cum the moment he sheathed himself.
Scalding semen flooded Rachel's cervix in thick spurts.
Her eyes flew wide as her belly burned with searing warmth.
The pain hadn't even faded before this overwhelming fullness took its place.
When Lucian finally pulled out after what felt like an eternity, a pink-tinged streak of virgin blood clung to his veined shaft.
Drip.
Then, as Rachel's legs fell open, more fluid spilled out.
Enough blood had flowed to stain the bedsheets in red and white.
"Hah... Rachel... I'm sorry. I was too excited..."
Lucian couldn't meet her eyes. For the first time in his life, he had experienced
premature ejaculation
.
The shame of a virgin washed over him.
But Rachel only stared dazedly at her own thighs.
'This is... my husband's seed...'
Though their lovemaking had been brief, she didn't mind.
He had taken her virginity.
Without magic, without contraception, he had planted his seed deep inside her, raw and natural.
That alone filled her with overwhelming happiness.
"It's alright... I'm happy, Lord Lucian."
Blushing, Rachel pulled him into an embrace.
Lucian stroked her back, glancing down at his own lower half.
Despite his climax, his cock remained rock-hard.
He had simply been too pent-up, and Rachel's unparalleled tightness had made him oversensitive.
'It's not over yet.'
His eyes gleamed again.
The first round had been a mistake—but from here on out, he'd show her what he was truly capable of.
This wedding night had only just begun.