Dignified Night
Ferzen von Schweig Brutein—no, the man who now shared her Ruerg name—grazed her waist with the gentlest of touches.
As indelible as the memories of that unwanted wedding night remained, Euphemia felt a bewildering disconnect from this tenderness, so utterly at odds with what had come before.
“……!”
His hot breath washed warmly over her collarbone, and she flinched involuntarily at the ticklish sensation.
“Hnn!”
But he didn’t stop there. Ferzen slowly brushed his lips along her collarbone, inhaling the pure scent of her skin—untainted by any perfume—with calm deliberation.
It was as if he sought to loosen her tension-hardened body through grooming, like a cat tending to its kin, leaving Euphemia at a loss for how to respond.
“D-don’t… look……”
At some point, he had tugged down the strap of her dress. Knowing resistance was futile, she still reached out with trembling hands to cover her breasts.
Yet Ferzen said nothing, impassively seizing her wrists and pinning them firmly above her head.
Her nipples, shy yet assertively erect as if proclaiming their presence, twitched incessantly in rosy peaks.
“Ah……!”
Like the encroaching darkness of the night sky, yielding to let stars and moon shine brighter, Ferzen’s obsidian hair cascaded over her chest, forming a veil.
“Haht!”
Within that shroud, he took her pink nipple into his mouth, his tongue rolling softly over it.
No matter how tightly she sealed her lips, moans escaped unbidden, defying her control. Deeply flustered, Euphemia twisted her waist in futile protest.
But as time wore on, her writhing hips stilled, reduced to intermittent spasms like a freshly caught fish.
Why… why on earth…
When the prolonged foreplay finally ended and Ferzen lifted his head, her nipple—glistening with his saliva—quivered pathetically in the cool spring air, as if begging to be enveloped once more.
“J-just… do it your way……”
“……”
“If you just want to use me as a vessel for your seed, you don’t need to… d-do this… I-it doesn’t make me happy at all……”
“Is that so.”
Unlike Euphemia, who barely stifled her ragged breaths to speak, Ferzen replied in his usual flat, emotionless tone.
He slid his hand to her thigh, hiking up the hem of her dress before slowly peeling down her rather luxurious black panties.
“Doesn’t seem very convincing.”
From her plump, tightly sealed slit, viscous love juices stretched in stubborn threads, refusing to break.
Ignoring her averted gaze, Ferzen reached out and stroked her slick folds.
“Do you know that the clearer, more abundant, and stickier the mucus, the more optimal the conditions for conception?”
“I… don’t know about that.”
“Of course. No need for you to. You’re exhibiting it right now.”
Caressing the firmly closed cleft with his palm, Ferzen slowly—ever so slowly—pushed his neatly trimmed middle finger into her depths.
“Hnn… ugh……!”
No sound had been made, yet an obscene, squelching illusion echoed in her ears. Reflexively, Euphemia clamped her thighs together.
“……”
Ferzen frowned briefly at the feeble resistance, then used his free hand to grip her ankles, neatly aligning her legs before lifting them upward with practiced ease.
“N-no… I don’t want……”
As her lower body rose higher, she felt the lewd trickle of her arousal slide down her perineum toward her rear entrance.
And no doubt, the sight was utterly exposed.
Shlrk.
Ferzen released her ankles.
It might have seemed considerate at a glance, but it was merely coercion disguised as choice.
Indeed, Euphemia—face flushed crimson, hands covering it—splayed her legs wide before him in a display that could only be called vulgar.
“Ah……!”
As if hearing mocking laughter in her ears, yet soothed by the gentle intrusion of his finger, she unconsciously clenched her lower abdomen tight.
Ferzen halted his inserted finger, curling it like a hook and slowly dragging it downward along the upper wall.
“Hnn… ugh… ah……!”
A tingling, elusive pleasure chased its own tail, stretching endlessly. Desperate, Euphemia uncovered her face and gripped the bedsheets fiercely.
Ferzen relentlessly stimulated the sensitive spots inside her, ensuring she could grasp that pleasure fully.
“Ha… ahhhn!”
His efforts bore fruit; each time he targeted a certain area, her body jerked, spilling forth lascivious moans.
“S-stop… p-please… that……”
Separate from this novel ecstasy, the familiar urge to urinate accompanying it terrified her. With trembling hands, she clutched his wrist.
“P-please…!”
Unable to muster strength, she forcibly propped herself up, leaning into his arm and pleading near tears.
But Ferzen showed no intent to stop. His free hand stroked her back soothingly as he pressed firmly on the spot he’d been teasing amid her contracting walls.
“Hic!”
Her erratic breaths halted; a tidal wave of intense bliss crashed over her, sending her splayed legs into mad tremors.
Squelch!
“Haa…!”
As his finger withdrew, Euphemia unleashed unrestrained moans, gushing thick, transparent fluids.
“Ah… aaaah… ah… ha… ahhhn!”
Her body convulsed uncontrollably, thoughts drowned in aftershocks. Curling her toes, she clung to his wrist like an infant, soaking the sheets.
“I-I said… s-stop…!”
Gripping his sleeve, she wailed in a mix of pleasure and shame at the dampness around her hips—like she’d wet herself.
“No need for shame.”
Ferzen, unperturbed, stroked her hair and gently laid her back on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt methodically, shed it, then lowered his trousers to free his throbbing erection, positioning himself between her legs.
“……”
Staring at him—so composed against her utter dishevelment—Euphemia turned her head away. It felt like an unspoken accusation of her own vulgarity.
“Ah… hic!”
Her softened depths welcomed him; from tip to base, his cock filled her seamlessly.
Though she willed her body slack, the lingering pleasure made her abdomen clench rhythmically, drawing him toward her womb.
She wanted to stop unraveling. To stop panting.
Reason rebelled, but the fulfilling warmth and rekindled sparks of ecstasy eroded her resistance.
“Hic… nnngh!”
A routine of scraping withdrawal along her walls, then slow thrusts pressing her cervix.
Like taming her, repeating the motions that elicited the most pleasure, she unraveled endlessly.
Inevitably so—instinct told her another peak awaited at this path’s end.
Like a child tasting candy for the first time, addicted to its sweetness, reaching for the jar on the shelf amid colorful temptations… sanity was impossible.
“Ah……”
Suddenly, Ferzen halted his hips.
Her first thought: Why?
His cock pulsed more vividly inside her, swelling unmistakably toward release—yet he stopped.
But she didn’t dwell on it.
“Th-that… ah… this is……”
Her body, brutally honest, wrapped her legs around his waist, accepting her own will.
Shocked by the sight as reason surged back, she stammered in confusion—but Ferzen kissed the bridge of her nose lightly, whispering approval.
“Good girl.”
No. Not because you wanted this. Not for your praise.
Rebuttals rose, but as his hips resumed, driving deep to spill thick, hot seed at her womb…
“Haa… nnngh……!”
Euphemia filled the void of pleasure, trembling faintly against his chest.
* * * * *
Creeeak!
The mingled heat slowly cooled.
As his cock slipped free, hot semen leaked out, but Euphemia lacked even the strength to close her legs.
Her body utterly spent, yet her mind sharpened, stirring self-loathing and resentment toward Ferzen.
“……”
Unlike her vulgar disarray, he had maintained his dignity throughout.
Any third party witnessing it would surely brand her the seductress, a temptress sating her lusts—while he appeared the dutiful husband compelled by obligation.
Judging herself so already, where could she direct this surging resentment?
On their wedding night, he hadn’t unraveled—nor had she.
That contrast amplified now; she yearned to erase the memory of her writhing in ecstasy moments ago.
“You must be tired.”
Stroking her hair, he drew the covers over her. Even that slight touch lingered with pleasure’s echo, making her quiver—while he bore only faint sweat, utterly composed.
“Rest well.”
“Cowardly… bastard……”
Like being accused of theft for shabby clothes, though the child beside her held the goods.
Yet it held plausibility. So she mustered only “cowardly.”
Her shameless display was too base against his poise to voice full blame.
“Coward… ly……”
Directionless resentment drifted, dissolving into self-recrimination.
Shlrk.
One might expect a reply, but Ferzen remained silent, steadily stroking her hair.
Unable to resist encroaching sleep, Euphemia’s eyelids slowly closed.
And until full slumber claimed her, the nobility and dignity in his eyes… remained arrogantly overwhelming, diminishing her utterly.