Midnight Collar - 1
The aftertaste was nowhere near as intense as it had once been, though it lingered.
Like a wildfire that once threatened to burn an entire forest now reduced to the faint flicker of a single candle flame.
Rumors of monsters had spread far and wide, filling the air with an uneasy chill, yet even this level of terror could be endured.
Albert placed the intelligence report on the table.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he surveyed the pages with satisfaction.
“Ahhh…!”
When he opened the terrace doors, a soft groan escaped him.
The wind was brisk and biting tonight, slicing across his skin like a razor.
*Winter is already here.*
Across the kingdom, harvest time was in full swing. Farmers hurried through their work, nobles calculated their taxes, and the carriers who transported the grain worked with frantic energy.
The Finance Ministry had been in chaos because of it all.
But for Albert, it was a quiet night.
‘How strange.’
Even though the palace was warm, the chill of winter still pressed in.
The seasons seemed to have shifted the moment he crossed the threshold.
“I’m back.”
The door creaked open.
Beatrix stepped inside without a word and dropped onto the couch right beside him.
“Welcome back.”
He glanced at the maids retreating quietly into the shadows, then turned his attention to her.
“How did everything go?”
“Fine. Smoothly.”
Beatrix leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.
The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of him enveloped her, easing the sharp edges of her nerves.
*What happened?*
Albert sensed the tension in his wife’s body and knew she was holding back.
She had said it was all right, but her expression when he had lifted her earlier had told him otherwise.
“Something is troubling you, isn’t it?”
His fingers brushed through her glossy black hair with tender strokes.
The gentle voice, the soothing touch.
How perfect.
How happy.
Beatrix felt the heaven she had never known before.
This was different from the overwhelming fullness when Albert filled her womb with his seed.
“Some merchants tried to cross a line.”
Beatrix answered in a lazy voice, and Albert asked.
“Crossed a line?”
“Demanding higher taxes under the guise of good harvests, or hoarding grain.”
“Ah.”
Money truly made people forget the value of life.
Albert had worked in the capital long enough to know the minds of merchants.
He also understood the greed of nobles.
“They probably thought that was enough punishment.”
A light reprimand would have been enough if caught.
The greedy merchants and nobles had surely believed that.
“So I sentenced them to death.”
“Even the nobles?”
“Nobles are no different from merchants—mere pests. But I’ll have the nobles executed only their own titles. The heirs will be spared.”
“She’ll have children?”
“She seemed harmless. And she’ll learn her lesson from this.”
“Some resentment might remain…”
“It will be fine. A viscount is nothing.”
Crossing the line meant death.
Albert had witnessed it with his own eyes; no one would dare repeat the same mistake.
Even if they plotted, a viscount’s power had clear limits.
And allying with other nobles would be nearly impossible.
“Then it’s fortunate.”
“Yes. Don’t worry.”
I’ll handle the rest if it comes to that.
Beatrix swallowed the rest of her words and fell silent.
“Enough of that. Let’s talk about something else.”
Beatrix stayed nestled in his arms for a long moment before lifting her head.
Her intention to break the heavy atmosphere was clear.
There was no need to dwell on serious matters that evening.
*It really is like a normal day.*
Albert nodded, understanding perfectly.
There was no need to pity someone who died for greed.
Somewhere, people died.
Somewhere, people were born.
This had been true even before he reincarnated into the game world.
Albert felt it again as he watched Beatrix before him.
The night had already fallen, the sky black.
Beatrix asked shyly.
“Must we… really do this?”
Wearing lingerie with deep grooves carved along the curves of her breasts and private folds?
It was nothing strange.
They had been naked and loving for half a year now.
But the steel collar around her neck and the leash dangling from it still made her cheeks burn.
“The night is mine.”
Albert chuckled and gave the leash a playful flick.
By day, she was the merciless tyrant everyone feared.
By night, she was a bitch bred only for one man.
Beatrix understood his meaning and pressed her lips tight.
“Come here.”
Cute.
Albert tugged the leash gently.
Beatrix rose slowly and approached.
Her beautiful belly and soft skin were right in front of him.
If he pushed just a little harder, her heavy breasts would press against his chest.
He raised his eyes slightly to admire her large chest.
Although moonlight filtered in, the darkness and the sheer size of her breasts cast deep shadows.
“Where…?”
He released the leash and slid one hand to the exposed folds of her cunt while the other stroked her inner thighs and the swell of her ass.
“Hngh…!”
The wet sound of his fingers spreading her open made Beatrix moan loudly.
His touch was familiar and yet maddeningly intense.
Every brush of his fingers sent sparks racing through her skin.
A thick trickle of her own arousal dripped steadily onto the floor, leaving a glistening trail.
Red handprints bloomed across her perfect ass.
“So pretty.”
Albert withdrew his hand, pointing at the rigid length straining beneath his pants.
He had been just as excited as she had.
Especially since he had forced the collar on her against her will.
“Lie.”
Beatrix shook her head in disbelief.
How could a collar be pretty…?
“No. It really is pretty. I’m happy to obey you, and it satisfies that dark possessiveness.”
But when Albert showered her with praise, she couldn’t help laughing.
Her usual cold expression never changed much, but in front of him, she was an exception.
*Even then I was big… but tonight I’m even bigger.*
Beatrix stared at his manhood with pure rapture.
The thought of receiving Albert’s seed deep inside her again made her pussy drool.
With her tight expression, her cunt was leaking like a faucet.
Albert lay back on the bed and beckoned her.
“Would you like to ride me first?”
The rhythm of their nights was always led by him.
Mounting her was one of the things he loved most.
Beatrix nodded silently and climbed onto the bed.
I want to.
I’m going to take it.
The moment Beatrix’s waist lowered, the swollen head of his cock pressed against her dripping entrance.
“Wait.”
Albert’s voice stopped her.
“Why…?”
She only needed to sink down.
Beatrix begged with desperate eyes.
“Please let me have your cock.”
“Tonight I’m going to do something different.”
Albert lifted his hips slightly, grabbed the leash still draped over the bed, and lay back again, keeping his head raised.
Ignoring her pleas.
“I love obedient bitches.”
“Do you know that?”
Obedient bitches. Meaning she was not to touch his cock without permission.
Even if she was his wife, tonight would be different.
Beatrix understood his intent but pretended not to.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I want it. Please put it in. Please.”
“No. If I let you without permission, I won’t fuck you for three days.”
“That’s impossible…!”
Three days!
Her eyes widened in horror.
Even one day without his seed made her feel empty and miserable.
Three days would be like dying of thirst.
If she had never experienced the ecstasy of being flooded with cum, she might have endured it.
But as she was right now, she could not survive it.
“Then you must obey me.”
*Crack.*
Albert gave the leash a light tug and smiled.
Beatrix had no choice but to nod.
At night he was her master.
In the daytime, he was still the one in control.
They had sworn everything would be decided by consent the first time they came together.
“Then, first, hands behind your head and legs spread wide. Squat like you’re about to sit.”
Beatrix changed her posture exactly as he commanded.
It was an awkward position for most people.
*Crack.*
The swollen head rubbed against her folds, making her inner thighs tremble.
*I need to make her suffer more.*
Since she already wore the collar, why not?
Even as he thought cruel thoughts, Albert’s expression remained gentle.
“Slow up and down like that. I’ll let the head slide in.”
“Haah… hngh…”
Just the head?
Beatrix cried as she moved her hips, even though the command was cruel.
The awkward position made it a little uncomfortable, but she endured.
*Schlick, schlick.*
The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room.
“Ugh… still not enough?”
Five minutes had passed since she had taken only the head.
Tears were welling in Beatrix’s voice.
She looked heartbroken.
Should she give in? Should she hold out?
Albert was just as impatient, and he could not drag this out much longer.
He would have loved to watch her beg a little more.
His own cock was throbbing non-stop, desperate to bury itself inside her heat.
“Fine.”
At last Beatrix surrendered and lowered herself.
Her tight cunt swallowed the entire length in one smooth motion.
“Haah…!”
The sudden stretch made her body convulse.
The moment he was inside, her pussy gushed like a fountain.
Albert’s lower abdomen was soaked, and the sheets were ruined.
But Beatrix did not care.
She began to thrust her hips wildly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room.
The thick head of his cock battered her cervix with heavy thuds.
Her lower belly tightened, revealing the sharp definition of her eleven-pack abs.
Sweat trickled down her glistening skin.
*This is so lewd.*
The sweat sliding down her belly.
The heavy, swaying breasts.
The thick thighs squeezing his cock.
Visually and physically, the stimulation was overwhelming.
Albert wondered if even masturbation could no longer satisfy him.
He gripped the leash in one hand and placed both hands behind his head.
*Hngh… ahhn…!*
Beatrix’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but her mouth never stopped releasing broken moans.
Every time they neared the edge, her belly tensed harder.
Because she had already climaxed five times that night, her mind was half-lost.
She was nothing but a bitch in heat begging for her master’s seed.
Albert watched with a relaxed smile, but the expression on his face told her he was far from calm.
His brows were furrowed in pleasure.
He felt his lower belly draw tight with every thrust.
And inside him, the heavy weight of his cock swelled further.
*He’s about to cum.*
The realization made Albert’s mind haze.
The pressure built until his shaft grew even thicker.
“Oooh…!”
At the same moment, Beatrix took him to the root and howled like an animal as she shattered.
“Ugh…!”
The sudden clench of her pussy around his cock forced Albert to release.
The thick, concentrated seed he had been holding back flooded her womb.
“Haah…”
Breathing hard, he opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
The leash tightened in his fist.
The night was not over yet.