The Wolf's Ranch
Night in the wolf's ranch. 12:32 a.m.
Despite the late hour, Euphemia sat not in bed, but in a chair by the window. Her body, heavy with child, nodded drowsily, sleep pressing down on her like a weight. And then...
"Ah..."
Spotting a plain carriage passing through the main gate outside, Euphemia slowly rose. She smoothed her disheveled hair and approached the door.
Ferzen, fresh from the banquet, would open this door soon enough. What reaction would he have upon seeing her still awake at this hour? It wasn't strange for a wife to greet her husband with their child in tow, so Euphemia smiled broadly, gently stroking her lower belly.
Clack.
From beyond the door, the faint sound of his footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Clack.
They stopped right in front of her door. Her heart thudded.
Thump.
Clack.
"..."
But his footsteps slowly receded from the door.
It was as if the afterimage of Ferzen turning his back lingered on her retina. Realizing this, Euphemia's fingertips trembled.
Your wife and your child are right here. Where the hell are you going?
A timid, petty possessiveness murmured those words in her heart, too cowardly to voice them aloud.
Of course, her rational mind understood. Uriel was still in her fertile window. And he was being considerate of her—assuming she'd be asleep at this late hour, the distance to her room too far.
But Euphemia hated that consideration from Ferzen.
And as his words echoed in her mind—"You can be as selfish as you want"—
Click.
Euphemia grasped the doorknob and turned it. She peeked out.
Clack.
"..."
Ferzen, pausing in the dim corridor lit only by moonlight, turned toward her. His face held a hint of surprise. Those signature red eyes fixed on her.
"Our bedroom... is this way..."
"..."
Her voice was small, but in the quiet hall, it reached him clearly.
Clack.
Ferzen resumed his halted steps, approaching her slowly.
His sturdy build. Those overbearing red eyes. The large hand extending toward her.
All things that had once been sources of fear.
...No longer.
Poof.
Euphemia stepped first into his embrace. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, feeling his hand stroke her hair.
"Tomorrow... do it then..."
"Do what?"
"With Uriel... that woman... put off the sex until tomorrow..."
It was already past midnight. If he agreed, her "tomorrow" wouldn't mean the dawn of this day—it would be the day after next. She planned to pout and insist on it.
"...I made a promise."
But he refused.
Hating the sound of his voice, Euphemia buried her face deeper.
She knew about the deal with the Alfred family, knew she shouldn't interfere too much... but hadn't he been the one to say she could be selfish?
Grip.
So Euphemia seized his large hand and pulled him into the room.
Slam.
She shut the door, pressed her back to the wall, and embraced him. Ferzen's hand braced against the wall. His massive frame caged her petite body.
In that strange sense of security, Euphemia rubbed against him clumsily.
"Promise me too..."
"..."
"After you do it with her... come back to me..."
"I will."
"And..."
"..."
Euphemia raised her small hand, grasped his face, and turned it toward the clock.
"Fr-from now... for the next hour... until 1:37... listen only to me..."
"Very well."
"You promised..."
"Yes."
Securing his firm agreement again, Euphemia gripped one shoulder strap of her negligee and slid it down. Her full, snow-white breast emerged, crowned by a shy pink nipple.
She drew Ferzen's nape toward it.
"Nnh..."
As his hot breath spread over the spot closest to her heart, Euphemia let out a lewd moan.
Like handling a child, she cupped the base of her breast in her palm and offered it to his lips. His mouth brushed the timid nipple, teasing it with a playful flick.
But as if refusing to be treated like a babe, Ferzen suddenly engulfed her breast in his maw.
"Eep!"
His tongue swept over her pink areola.
"Ahng...!"
His teeth nipped roughly at the nipple, sending Euphemia twitching involuntarily, rising slightly on her tiptoes. Her slender legs quivered.
Between them, Ferzen's thigh pressed firmly against her mound.
Where had her brief dominance gone?
"So... what comes next?"
A gentle voice laced with faint amusement whispered in her ear.
Blushing furiously, Euphemia stammered,
"Th-that..."
"..."
Ferzen fell silent.
The words were incomplete, but he knew. He had to know—and yet he teased her like this. So spiteful.
She hated him for it, but Euphemia clutched his collar, her voice a crawling whisper.
"Y-you... only do it to me..."
"..."
Still no words. But unlike before, no reply was needed.
"Hng...!"
His tongue traced from her collarbone, licking slowly down her body.
"Ah...!"
He dropped to his knees, peeled off her panties, and lifted one leg like a dog marking territory. Euphemia flushed with considerable embarrassment.
One leg hoisted up, her white panties draped over the thigh—a bitch in heat rather than a woman. She covered her face with both hands.
"Hic...!"
The warm, soft tongue delved into her folds, a sensation she could never quite get used to. Pleasure so intense it threatened to buckle her waist and legs—Euphemia removed her hands from her face, gingerly grasping Ferzen's hair as he buried his face in her crotch.
"Ah... ah... nnh!"
This affection was hers alone. Uriel Wayne Deina Ruerg would never know this feeling.
A sense of superiority and satisfaction bloomed deep in her chest.
But she had no time to savor it.
"Ack!"
Because he'd lifted her supporting leg too, knees buckling slightly as she trembled.
"Th-this... I-I don't like it..."
Both legs hoisted in his grasp, back to the wall, her smooth, hairless pussy thrust forward—the sight was too humiliating. Euphemia clenched it tight.
"Ah..."
But displeased, Ferzen swept his tongue over her clit, then nipped it lightly with his teeth.
"Heek!"
Drip!
Her body convulsed like she was spasming, slick lewd fluids spilling to the floor. Ferzen had pulled his face back slightly, so Euphemia frantically covered her pussy with both hands, as if trying to hide pissing herself.
Smack.
But soon, he kissed her navel.
Drip.
Her hands couldn't contain it; obscene juices gushed out, her toes curling tight.
Plop.
Ferzen slowly lowered her to the floor, licking his lips. Euphemia sat with her ass on the ground, legs splayed unable to close, staining the spotless floor the maids had cleaned.
Squelch.
She reached down tentatively, patting her pussy—producing an utterly lascivious wet sound.
Ferzen scooped her up and laid her on the bed. Time remained before her demanded hour was up.
She knew it too, so propping her upper body, she feebly groped his chest with a limp hand. His heartbeat thrummed wildly beneath her palm.
Lower still, she felt his cock throbbing fiercely against his trousers.
Familiarly, Euphemia undid his pants, placing the monstrous thing in her palm. She stroked diligently, but handjobs weren't his favorite, it seemed. When she paused, it slapped her palm as if complaining.
She leaned in to soothe it—but
Smack.
Only kissed the glans devoutly before lying back on the bed. Parting her pussy with both hands, she asked him,
"...Just a little... wanna put it in...?"
Creak.
Even as she asked, she wriggled downward, pressing his glans to her spread folds.
"Ha..."
How could he not smile at such cuteness? Ferzen curled his lips, inserting just the tip.
Squelch!
A lewd sound emanated from her sticky depths.
"A little more..."
Unsatisfied, Euphemia pleaded, urging him on.
"Hng!"
As desired, his cock entered slowly, parting her tightening folds. Like that day, he stopped precisely at half-insertion.
"More..."
But Euphemia wanted more of him inside her.
More... more... more...
At the end of that endless greed—
Splash!
Their pubic bones met, his pubes brushing her crotch.
"Hng... hng... nnh...!"
The veiny monstrosity ground greedily against her cervix, as if savoring it. Sweat dripped from his cheek onto her lascivious nudity.
Slide.
Gazing down at panting Euphemia, Ferzen caressed her flushed cheek and slowly withdrew.
"No..."
But she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Don't... go out of me..."
"..."
"Stay... like this..."
"..."
Euphemia reached out. Ferzen leaned down. Her ample breasts squished against his chest.
...Even a little more.
She wanted to mark him with her scent. Let Uriel smell it and swallow her rage. Let him compare them naturally as he fucked her. And as he came repeatedly, his seed would thin—let her receive the diluted stuff.
With that mindset, Euphemia tensed her lower belly, clenching his cock tight.
"I want to... hear your voice..."
"Yes."
"Not that..."
Her plaintive whine, so endearing—Ferzen kissed her forehead and whispered,
"I love you..."
Euphemia el Lerenne Ruerg.
"Yes... I love you too..."
Ferzen von Schweig Ruerg.
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Deep into the night, the moon hid behind clouds.
Only the clock ticked shamelessly onward, faithful to its duty.