Loving Night
“I-It’s…… done.”
Having finished her knitting, Euphemia gazed at the tiny pair of pristine white socks sized for a baby’s feet, a faint smile gracing her lips. She then gently caressed her lower belly.
Not knowing if it was a boy or a girl, she had crafted them in a neutral color and style that would suit either. Rising to her feet, she walked over to the window.
A bit late, isn’t he?
He had mentioned something about a promotion verification, but it was nearly 8 p.m. now. When would he return?
“Ah……”
The mansion’s front gate swung open. A carriage emblazoned with the Brutein crest rolled in. There was only one person who could be riding inside, so Euphemia threw a simple overcoat over her sheer white negligee and hurried out to greet him.
Down to the first floor. She could wait here, but instead, she opened the door and stepped out toward the parking area behind the mansion, unfurling an umbrella as she went.
He had promised to be a good husband. So she…… should do her part as a wife, shouldn’t she?
Clunk.
Just then, the carriage door swung open. Euphemia quickened her pace slightly, rising on tiptoe in front of the descending Ferzen to hold the umbrella over him.
“W-Welcome…… home.”
“I’m back.”
Though his voice betrayed none of it, Ferzen was a touch flustered. Not so much by her gesture, but because Uriel’s faint scent still clung to him. He hadn’t planned to see Euphemia until after he’d washed it off in a bath.
“Are you…… just going to stand there?”
Standing on tiptoe, holding the umbrella high to match Ferzen’s towering height, Euphemia’s arms began to ache, and she whined softly. Watching her, Ferzen paused, lost in thought for a moment.
If he suggested she hold her own umbrella, she’d surely pout.
“No. Let’s go.”
Taking the umbrella from her, Ferzen placed a hand on her waist, pulling her close to shield her from the rain, then strolled toward the flower beds at the back.
“Through the back door?”
“Yes.”
The earthy scent of rain-soaked soil and flowers might…… mask Uriel’s lingering fragrance.
That was the calculation behind his choice, but Euphemia, unaware, simply took it as a desire to stroll through the rainy flower beds with her.
Ah……
Not displeased in the least, she walked quietly beside him, only to notice his right shoulder growing damp.
Was the umbrella too small? A mix of fluttering excitement and guilty regret for not noticing sooner welled up in her as she pressed closer, grasping the hand holding the umbrella and tilting it rightward.
……
And in that moment, amid Ferzen’s familiar scent, Euphemia clearly caught a strange, sweet fragrance woven in.
A woman? Men didn’t wear perfume like that. And for it to cling so faintly yet persistently, he must have spent considerable time in close proximity—or in physical contact.
This is……
Jealousy? Unaware that the sweet scent was Uriel’s body odor turned perfume-like, Euphemia could only mistake the hot surge rising in her chest for something else.
Try as she might to ignore it, it kept gnawing at her.
“Euphemia.”
Ferzen called her name as she halted, but she made no reply. Instead, she reached out carefully, gripping the beautiful brooch on his tie and pulling his head down.
His throat bobbed. Rising on tiptoe, she buried her face there, breathing in his scent hotly, as if to overwrite that clinging sweetness like dust.
“……”
Ferzen knew exactly why she was doing this, so he silently bowed his head, holding the umbrella to shield them from the downpour.
“H-Hn, ah……”
Far from calming, Euphemia’s delicate hands roamed his body lewdly, pressing her ample breasts firmly against him. The scent was faint, heavily diluted by exposure. Seeing her like this, perhaps her desires had been building up lately.
“Euphemia. Is there something you want from me right now?”
“My…… belly……”
“You want me to touch it?”
“N-No……”
Shaking her head, she continued rubbing her body obscenely against his firm frame. She vaguely knew she shouldn’t, but the growing fire in her chest stripped away her restraint, making her honest with her lust.
“Kiss…… my navel…… that would be nice……”
“Is that so.”
“Y-Yes……”
Adjusting the umbrella, Ferzen stroked her back.
“To the bathroom. It’s cold out in the rain. Think of the child.”
Nodding at his words, Euphemia clung to his free left hand, guiding it to her cleavage as they slipped through the back door of the mansion. Avoiding the maids’ eyes with little effort, they entered the bathroom.
Stripped bare, they sank into the warm tub. Euphemia, flushed faintly pink, nestled against Ferzen’s body, rubbing against him like a puppy greeting its long-returned master.
Euphemia had never taken the lead so boldly before, so Ferzen found himself rather enjoying the situation.
“Ah……”
True to his word, he grasped her slender waist, lifting her slightly to perch on the tub’s edge…… then tenderly kissed her navel.
The act itself filled Euphemia with utter bliss.
“Ha-ah…… Ah! Aang……”
It felt like both she and the baby growing inside were being loved.
Splash!
Slipping back into the tub, Euphemia straddled his lap, hugging him tightly and slowly grinding her lower belly against his rigidly erect cock.
Feeling its thick, long girth like this, she marveled at how it had ever filled her completely.
Squeeze.
“Haaang……”
Each time the glans prodded her navel, Euphemia let out a delirious moan, arching his body back slightly……
Me too……
……and planted clumsy kisses around his nape, leaving her mark.
It feels good, but……
Euphemia seemed utterly inept at sating her body’s carnal cravings, like a child on a playground bar stumbling upon pleasure by accident and repeating it clumsily.
Who knew how long this would take? Ferzen turned her body forward and nipped her earlobe.
“Eung!”
Then, just a little. He positioned his cock so her plump, fleshy outer labia barely kissed the glans.
And he gently twisted the nipples of her swollen pregnancy breasts.
“Haa-uk…… Ah!”
Euphemia’s waist and thighs quivered. Had it not been for the child in her womb, she would have surely slammed down, enveloping his cock fully.
In fact, she nearly grabbed it herself and lowered her hips, but Ferzen stopped her.
Her mind knew he was right, yet she gazed at him with eyes brimming with grievance, like a child denied playtime.
Cautiously, her hand trailed from near her womb downward, probing just above the entrance like seeking a safety line……
“H-Here…… it won’t reach the baby…… just up to here……”
“……”
“J-Just…… three times…… p-put it in……”
She pleaded in a desperate, aching voice.
Was there a more lascivious sight in the world? His mouth went dry with thirst he could scarcely endure. Ferzen pulled her from the tub, laid her down, and licked along her collarbone to quench it.
Then, lifting his head……
“Point again.”
He commanded her softly, hands clasped near her breasts.
“J-Just…… up to here……”
Obediently, her left hand lightly marked the spot above her mound, while her right parted her folds, revealing pink inner flesh.
“Ah……”
Squelch.
As the glans of his longed-for cock breached her heated flesh, Euphemia instinctively clenched the entrance tight from the start.
She knew she should relax for easier entry, but her body wouldn’t obey.
Squelch!
“Kkuhng!”
But as Ferzen forced deeper, her lewd-juice-soaked pussy yielded with obscene sounds.
Right up to the spot she’d marked—barely a third of his length.
There, Ferzen stopped.
“Euphemia.”
“U-Un……”
“Count them.”
She understood without explanation. Slowly, agonizingly so, as his embedded cock withdrew……
“A-Ahng……”
Her clinging inner walls dragged along.
Squelch!
He thrust back along the same path…… Euphemia curled her toes tightly and opened her mouth.
“O-One……”
“……”
That single word carried no small regret, so Ferzen smiled, caressing her cheek.
Her spring-green hair, vibrant as if holding the season itself, clung damply to her disheveled body. Her pale skin flushed in patches.
“Hnn…… Haa-eung!”
As the cock plunged in once more and began to withdraw…… Euphemia wrapped her legs around his waist.
A futile struggle to slow it, but unable to match his strength, all she could do was cling with her sticky pink walls, barely holding the glans.
Her desperate affection was endearing; Ferzen kissed her cheek and moved his hips gently.
Squelch!
“Hnn, eung……!”
Her hypersensitive body refused to adapt. His invading cock radiated hot warmth, heating her depths, while her folds clung like sweat-soaked fabric, lewdly tracing his shape into her mind.
“T-Two……”
Already two of three. With only one left in this meager ecstasy, Euphemia pulled Ferzen’s kissing lips to her neck.
Just up to here, she’d said. Her marking hand now draped over his neck too.
“Hnnk!”
The final thrust. Deeper than the first two—half his length buried into her pussy, filling her.
Both knew it was the last, so they stilled, feeling each other’s heat in silence.
“……”
Ferzen waited wordlessly for her final cue, but Euphemia sealed her lips.
She didn’t signal the end of three.
He said nothing.
Squelch──!
“Aang……!”
Their lovemaking continued.
* * * * *
“Hnn, eueung……”
Now utterly spent, Euphemia lay facing away, hips raised and trembling.
Thick, sticky fluids trailed down Ferzen’s withdrawing cock. He rubbed it along her ass cleft, spilling semen across her pale back.
“Nn!”
After so long, the copious load splattered like candle wax, carrying a musky scent.
Some animals marked mates by ejaculating on their backs. In that sense, Euphemia now was…… utterly, perfectly Ferzen’s woman and wife.
* * * * *
“……”
As ecstasy faded and reason returned, Euphemia nestled in Ferzen’s arms in the tub, breathing faintly, saying nothing.
Her reddened ears betrayed deep shame.
“Euphemia.”
“……”
“I don’t think you’re lewd or vulgar at all.”
“……”
“Precisely…… you were lovely. Euphemia.”
“Ah……”
Thinking it a hallucination, she started to turn, but……
Smack.
“Nn……”
His tender kiss on her back made her hug her knees, shyly accepting his affection.
Euphemia el Lerenne Ruerg.
……I am his wife.
Ferzen von Schweig Brutein.
……He is my husband.
The night deepened.
Tenderly.
And beautifully.