Chapter 84. Rachel's Journey to Her Hometown
Rachel's Journey to Her Hometown
During the civil war, Lucian had suffered grave injuries in the fierce battle against Belial.
Rachel, unable to bear the sight any longer,
pushed forward with their wedding despite it being just weeks away, unable to wait any longer.
Now, though she was enjoying the sweet and passionate newlywed life with Lucian,
her lingering noblewoman's instincts as the daughter of a Baron had begun to stir with worry.
And as expected, a messenger from the southern territories arrived at Eckhart Castle.
The sender was none other than Rachel's father, Baron Richard.
[To my beloved—and infuriating—daughter Rachel,]
Your courage in chasing love to the far reaches of the North is admirable, but to hold your wedding without so much as a word to your father is nothing short of heartbreaking.
Come home at once. You must gather your belongings, and we must celebrate properly. I would also like to meet my son-in-law, so bring him along if possible.
—Your waiting father
Though the letter feigned anger, the rough affection of a father concerned for his daughter seeped through.
Rachel smiled bitterly as she read it.
"I must go, Lucian. Father seems upset."
"I'm sorry, Rachel. I should accompany you, but... given the state of the territory, I can't leave."
Lucian gazed out the window with an apologetic expression.
The castle walls, shattered by rebel forces, and the scorched villages—as lord, he couldn't abandon his duties now.
The journey from the northernmost reaches to the southernmost would take over twenty days by carriage.
"It's alright. I'll go alone. I'll gather my things... and..."
Rachel trailed off, rubbing her stomach.
'I still... haven't conceived. Is it alright to go like this?'
Returning to her family home with an empty womb weighed on her, but traveling later, when she might be with child, would be even harder. It was best to go now.
"But... tonight, don't let me sleep."
Rachel pressed herself against Lucian's chest and whispered seductively.
"I want to be filled with your seed... before I leave."
The lights in the bedroom dimmed, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the two.
Lucian leaned back against the headboard as Rachel, now bare, climbed atop him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs, locking them around his waist.
"Put it in... all the way."
Rachel lifted her hips, aligning Lucian's massive shaft with her slick entrance before slowly, deliberately sinking down.
Schluuuuck—
"Hahhhn!! Haaaah!... Nngh... Hngk...!"
Rachel's head fell back, a single tear welling in her crimson-flushed eyes.
Though thoroughly kissed and caressed until she was dripping,
taking Lucian's full length in this position still seemed too much for her.
Their bodies pressed flush together, heartbeats in sync. Lucian's cock, buried deep inside, nudged insistently against her cervix.
She clung to his waist and began rocking up and down.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah! Nngh!... Lucian... it's too deep...."
Rachel's pale breasts bounced before Lucian's eyes. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he lifted her hips, driving himself even deeper.
Deep kisses and thrusts exchanged between locked gazes—a moment where the sorrow of parting melted into pure pleasure.
Once her body had loosened, Lucian rolled Rachel onto her stomach.
He hoisted her hips high, gripping her pelvis firmly from behind.
Now, deeper. Harder.
Thwack!
"Aahhk!"
"While you're in the South... think only of me."
Thwack!
"Aaahn!"
Lucian showed no mercy.
The angle struck the deepest parts of her womb. With each thrust, Rachel's upper body lurched forward, crumpling the bedsheets beneath her.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ngh! Hngh! Ah! Ah!"
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room.
Lucian gripped Rachel's slender waist with bruising force, pistoning into her like a beast.
"Ah! Ngh! It hurts!... You're hitting too deep! Hngk!"
Rachel always struggled most with doggy style.
Her anatomy simply wasn't suited for it.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ngh! Ah! Hnn! S-Slower... please! Ngh!"
"This is where our child will grow. Remember it well."
Lucian's sadistic urges flared at Rachel's usual prim demeanor crumbling beneath him.
She buried her face in the pillow, writhing between pain and pleasure.
Her inner walls burned from the relentless pounding, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
Her husband's presence inside her was so overwhelming, it made her forget she was leaving tomorrow.
"Rachel, turn on your side."
Lucian lay behind her, pressing close—spoons intertwined.
He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his own, before guiding himself back into her slick heat.
Sllllide—squelch.
"Nngh... Lucian..."
This was Rachel's most comfortable position.
Her back pressed against Lucian's firm chest,
his hips snug against her rear,
his hands kneading her breasts,
his hot breath tickling her ear.
"You like this position, don't you?"
Rachel lay relaxed, enveloped in Lucian's embrace from all sides.
He licked her earlobe as he rolled his hips in slow, deep strokes.
His fingers, which had been teasing her breasts, now circled her clit in tandem with his thrusts.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah! There! Nngh! Aahn!... It tickles!"
"Don't forget... my touch, my warmth... while you're gone."
"Yes... Nngh! I won't... forget! Ah! Aahn!"
Overwhelmed by the sensations, Rachel trembled in Lucian's arms, melting into his hold.
"Now, I'll go even deeper."
Lucian laid her flat on her back.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide—the optimal position for conception.
Her entrance, now fully exposed, faced the ceiling helplessly.
"Please... give it to me... your child..."
Rachel gazed up at him with desperate eyes.
The sight of his bride, so beautiful and eager for his seed, tugged at Lucian's heart.
They were still newlyweds, and the thought of being apart for a month pained him.
He pinned her hips to the bed and drove into her in one deep thrust.
Schlllluuuck—!
"Hhhnnnn!"
Rachel's eyes rolled back.
The swollen head of his cock pressed flush against her cervix. Lucian ground against it, stoking the fire in his loins.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Aah! Aah! Ah! Aah!"
"Tch—I'm coming!!"
"Hhaaaaahn!"
Spluuurt! Glug! Glug!
Rachel convulsed in climax as a torrent of seed flooded her womb.
She clung to Lucian's back, refusing to let go. The searing heat of life filling her belly—she clenched tight, as if to keep every drop inside.
"Hah... hah... I love you... my husband..."
After their lovemaking, Rachel lay in Lucian's arms, legs still raised, tears of happiness spilling down her cheeks.
Her belly was full of his love—enough to soothe the loneliness of her long journey.
Though Lucian would have preferred another round, he held back for Rachel's sake.
### [At the Gates of Eckhart Castle]
The passionate farewell night passed, and the morning of departure arrived.
Rachel stood before the carriage in her traveling attire. Glowing from Lucian's attentions, her skin radiated vitality, her expression serene.
"Lucian."
She adjusted his collar, fixing him with a stern gaze far more serious than usual.
"While I'm gone... don't overwork yourself with the territory... and don't add any more women to your harem."
"Ahem, of course. As if I'm some womanizer..."
When Lucian averted his eyes with a cough, Rachel narrowed hers.
"I've accepted the maids you've already taken and even Lady Sophia. But... no one else. I don't want to find traces of another woman in our bed again. Understood?"
"......"
A chill ran down Lucian's spine.
His mind flashed to his recent tryst with Isela (Madame Blanc) in the guest room—and the vivid memory of the threesome with Maria.
Did his friend's wife count as an "existing woman" or a "new one"?
Isela had been desperate for pregnancy, and if she failed to conceive, she'd surely return for more. If Rachel found out...
'I'm doomed.'
Lucian forced a nod, sweating bullets.
"O-Of course. You and our family are the only ones in my eyes. Don't worry."
"I'll hold you to that. I'll check when I return."
Rachel kissed him lightly before turning away with a satisfied smile. Lucian exhaled in relief.
"Captain, I leave her in your care. Ensure my wife returns unharmed."
Lucian summoned his most trusted guard captain.
A man of few words but unwavering loyalty—the perfect escort for Rachel. Perhaps even better than Lucian himself.
"By your command. I swear on my life to return the Lady safely to the territory."
The captain adjusted his helmet solemnly. Behind him stood a formation of elite knights.
The journey south was long, but with this force, bandits or monsters were no concern.
Belial, too, had been dealt a heavy blow by Rimeyer and would remain inactive for some time.
Everything was ready.
Just as Rachel was about to board the carriage, Nancy suddenly darted from the crowd of maids seeing her off.
"Wait!"
She scurried to the captain's horse, startling him into halting.
"L-Lady Nancy?"
"Come back safely, Captain. Don't get hurt."
Nancy grinned, then stood on her tiptoes, grabbing the captain's collar to pull him down—
And pressed her lips firmly to his.
Smooch!
A brief but unmistakable kiss.
"......!!"
Silence.
The castle gates froze as if doused in ice water.
The captain's face burned tomato-red beneath his helmet, his body stiffening in shock.
"Wh-What?!"
Ari gasped behind them, eyes wide.
Ella dropped her handkerchief, mouth agape. Even Sophia and Kara stared in disbelief.
Even little Riri rubbed her eyes, as if doubting what she'd seen.
"Did... Nancy just kiss the Captain?"
"Since when were they like this?"
"The Count is watching...?"
Though Nancy was always free-spirited, to display affection so brazenly in front of Lucian was shocking to all.
"Hehe. A parting gift."
Nancy winked at the flustered captain before slipping back into the crowd as if nothing had happened.
Amid the murmurs, only two people smiled knowingly—
Lucian and Maria.
'You did it, you sly dog.'
Lucian nodded approvingly at the captain. Seeing his retainer find happiness pleased him as a lord. If Nancy was happy too, then all was well.
Maria nudged Nancy's shoulder, whispering,
"So... you caught him?"
"Well... it just happened."
Nancy giggled shyly, linking arms with Maria.
The captain cleared his throat, face still red, before bellowing, "Move out!"
The carriage wheels turned, and Rachel's procession set off for the South.
Left behind in the castle was the gossip of a retainer maid, with her lord's tacit approval, loving another man—
And the birth of a new couple, sure to fuel curious chatter for days to come.
