Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred
“Mm……”
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Euphemia let out a faint sigh. Lately, she’d been waking up frequently with the urge to urinate, her growing uterus—accommodating the child nestled within—beginning to press against her bladder. This was the fourth time tonight alone. Still, aside from increased drowsiness, morning sickness, and these frequent trips to the bathroom, her early pregnancy had been relatively peaceful, so Euphemia pushed back the covers and carefully swung her legs off the bed.
“Ah……”
But when had he returned? In the dim darkness settling over the room, Euphemia blinked at the sight of Ferzen drinking water, slowly turning her head to check the clock. 7:40 a.m. Time had slipped by already.
“C-come…… here.”
A touch of apology in her voice for not noticing his presence amid her drowsiness, Euphemia greeted him awkwardly yet shyly.
“I’m back.”
Unlike his weary face that seemed ready to collapse into sleep at any moment, Ferzen replied in his pleasant mid-low tone, calm and serene. He set down the glass and approached Euphemia, who was perched on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her shoulder.
“You have nowhere to go today anyway. Why not lie down a bit longer?”
“I…… have to go to the bathroom……”
“I see.”
Unable to halt a natural bodily function, Ferzen released her without protest, pulling the covers over himself and lying back comfortably. His utterly nonchalant demeanor left Euphemia, who had risen awkwardly to head to the bathroom, frozen in place, unable to take a step.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
Noting her odd stance—her legs trembling slightly from the intensifying urge—Ferzen asked with a hint of curiosity.
“I……”
In response, Euphemia flushed faintly and murmured in a voice so soft it was barely audible.
“I’m…… going to…… pee……”
“……”
The sudden, overly detailed report caught Ferzen off guard, even as sleep tugged at him, leaving him with a bemused expression.
“You don’t need to tell me that much.”
“I…… know that……”
Euphemia herself recognized how absurd her own behavior was, but he was particularly sensitive to scents. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to risk unnecessary misunderstandings—if he hesitated to hold her afterward, it would wound her deeply.
“It’s…… because of you…… Never mind. I’ll be right back.”
Any more words would only make her look foolish and put her at a disadvantage, so Euphemia opened the door and headed to the bathroom. True to her word, she finished quickly, washed her hands, and returned to the bedroom……
“……”
Ferzen had propped himself up, reading a single letter. The atmosphere around him felt heavy, so Euphemia cautiously glanced at his expression, sat demurely beside him, and pulled the covers over her pale legs. Gathering the scraps of the torn envelope, she noted the embossed family crest and realized it was from the Alfred family.
‘What business does Alfred have……’
Even living in the remote northern borders, Euphemia knew the poor relations between Brutein and Alfred as basic common knowledge, furrowing her brow in puzzlement.
Soon, Ferzen set the letter aside and looked at her without a word. Euphemia awkwardly brushed her hair behind her ear.
“What…… is it?”
“Do you remember what I said before?”
“What you said?”
“I asked if you’d be sad if I took a concubine.”
“Yes…… I remember.”
Euphemia nodded, her gaze drifting to the scattered letter to read its contents. But amid the stark white space, the only text was……
“On this day…… I plan to take the Alfred family’s second daughter as my concubine.”
“Alfred’s second daughter……”
“The occupant of office 403.”
“Ah……”
“The reason……”
For the first time. He’d always said she didn’t need to know. For once, Ferzen—who had controlled information to her—began explaining in detail why he was taking a concubine. Euphemia tried her best to keep a neutral expression, recalling the black-haired woman she’d met briefly, though her feelings leaned negative.
She didn’t know what face to make. Saying she hated it wasn’t strange—she’d half-expected this someday, so there was no strong revulsion. Moreover, his detailed explanation made clear it wasn’t mere lust, but part of the process to make Ruerg the north’s overlord, as he’d mentioned before.
But even so…… there was no reason to like it.
“……”
Truthfully, not hating or liking it—strictly speaking—wasn’t it still dislike?
‘Ah……’
Gazing into the nearby mirror, Euphemia touched her face. Were there faint wrinkles? Her slightly protruding belly, due to the child within, felt oddly irksome today. Alfred’s second daughter—Uriel, she recalled—had seemed a touch fairer and more refined skin, and her figure……
“Euphemia.”
“Y-yes……”
“Are you anxious?”
“Not really……”
“Do you think Alfred’s woman will steal your place?”
“I don’t think that……”
“I told you, didn’t I? You’re terrible at lying.”
“……”
Ferzen smiled faintly, pulling Euphemia into his arms and tugging down the straps of her negligee. He gently caressed her even fuller breasts, kissed her cheek, then buried his face in her nape and whispered.
“Don’t worry. So you won’t fret needlessly…… so the concubine won’t covet the wife’s position, I’ll make the distinction clear.”
“I’m…… not that narrow-minded.”
“Feeling displeasure at sharing your husband with another is natural, not narrow-minded. If I had to share you, I wouldn’t tolerate it either—I’d be jealous.”
“You…… wouldn’t be jealous……”
Was it sweet talk? Feeling reassured by his words yet wondering if her desire to monopolize him meant she was jealous, Euphemia fidgeted with her hands in confusion.
As if to compare, Ferzen then……
“Uriel had a better scent than you.”
inhaled her own aroma deeply……
“Her breasts and hips were even fuller, her waist slimmer.”
……and groped her body.
The intent was obvious, yet…… Euphemia felt a surge of emotion anyway.
How could so many thoughts flood her in such a short time? His “better scent” was probably just perfume. Her “fuller” breasts were likely grotesquely oversized, with vulgarly large areolas. Had she ever badmouthed another woman so viciously? Pushing away Ferzen as he tried to bury his face in her cleavage, Euphemia……
He laughed.
The smile lingering on his statue-like face looked utterly infuriating today.
“Euphemia.”
“I’m…… going to sleep. Touch my shabby body if you want. Do as you please……”
“I lied to you once.”
“Ah, it hurts……!”
With this sudden confession, Ferzen seized her left hand. Without hesitation, he guided it into his pants, forcing her to grip the hot, throbbing erection pulsing fiercely.
“Ah……”
The abrupt, embarrassing act flustered Euphemia greatly, but Ferzen continued leisurely.
“I said I wouldn’t lust blindly upon seeing your body……”
“……”
“That wasn’t true.”
His gentle caresses and sweet whispers contrasted with eyes clouded by desire and the aching need below.
“Every time…… I see you, I lust for you. Euphemia.”
The contradictions amplified its sincerity, striking her deeply.
He gripped harder suddenly, pulling her into his embrace. Her breasts distorted against his firm chest. Craving her warmth, perhaps. With her face naturally nuzzling his nape, Euphemia tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
A soft hand brushed her bangs aside.
He planted affectionate kisses on her cheek, the bridge of her nose, her forehead.
“Mm……”
This is what it feels like to be loved……
More addictive than pleasure that drowned reason—this tender filling of her heart’s void. Chasing his retreating lips, Euphemia kissed him first. She felt a twinge of self-loathing, like a dog wagging its tail in submission, but his hand stroking her hair like praise drew a breathy moan from her as she slowly moved the hand clutching his member.
‘Sticky……’
Not semen. Something oozing from the tip soiled her palm.
Not unpleasant, she used it as lubricant, rubbing the glans smoothly while gazing at Ferzen.
Did it feel good? Hearing his roughening breaths, Euphemia tugged down his waistband, freeing the confined erection.
“Ah……”
The potent male musk.
……Sniff sniff.
Unconsciously, she dipped her head, nose twitching. Realizing her action belatedly, she flushed crimson, lifted her head as if nothing happened, and resumed stroking the throbbing shaft with awkward motions. Her eyes flicked to his face repeatedly.
Knowing her technique was clumsy, learning from his reactions was fastest.
‘Ah……’
But watching his face, Euphemia noticed his red eyes fixated on her full breasts jiggling with each stroke.
Twitch!
His usually aloof, imperious gaze now brimmed with sticky lust, devouring her like prey. A strange pleasure stabbed her lower belly.
Why did being seen as a woman—as a bitch in heat he wanted to ravage—feel so thrilling?
‘Me……’
Was she so sensitive to his gaze?
Her pink nipples, shyly erecting from her seated position.
Embarrassed by her body’s response, but seeing his eyes darken further, Euphemia lifted her skirt hem with her free right hand.
‘Handjobs…… are clumsy.’
Without visual stimulation, he wouldn’t finish.
A simplistic, primal logic—but she could’ve used her mouth. Instead, Euphemia shifted her panties aside, lewdly parting her smooth folds with her fingers to expose her pussy to him.
As his gaze shifted downward, she felt her inner flesh twitch and moisten unbidden.
Squelch!
‘Ah……’
More of that sticky fluid—not semen.
His monstrous cock pulsed harder.
Spreading her legs wider, Euphemia slipped a finger inside, parting her depths further for him.
“Hng……”
A lewd, feminine scent wafted up.
Sensing he was close despite her amateur strokes, she bowed her head, softly enveloping his member in her mouth. His large, warm hand rested atop her head, gently stroking encouragingly……
Too girthy to take fully, she wrapped it in warm tongue flesh, diligently licking the urethral slit.
“Mmph……!”
As it throbbed wildly against her palate, spewing thick, salty semen, Euphemia pursed her lips tight……
Slurp……!
……sucking diligently to prevent any spill.
Ferzen clutched the nearby white sheet, but Euphemia shook her head as if unneeded.
Gulp.
She swallowed the mouthful whole.
“Didn’t you say it’s hard to eat because it’s fishy?”
“A bit…… gross, but…… it’s fine……”
Wiping her mouth, Euphemia beamed.
Afterward, as the post-climax heat faded and sweat cooled……
“A little…… cold……”
She shivered like a rain-soaked fledgling.
“Yes…… lie down.”
Ferzen pulled up his pants, moving to embrace her, but……
“Mm……”
She reached out to stop him, gently pushing his shoulders.
“Lie down……”
“……”
Clumsy yet laced with allure, her touch and voice made Ferzen obediently recline on the bed. Pulling the covers over them, Euphemia snuggled close, rubbing his still-hard member against her smooth navel……
“Warm……”
she whispered.
“Ha……”
Was this what they meant by vixen’s wiles?
“Hng! Don’t…… grip so hard…… it pokes……”
Coaxing him like a child driven by desire, Euphemia gently pressed his face into her cleavage.
“Like…… my flesh scent……?”
“Yes……”
“Sleep well……”
His pleasant voice giving the desired reply, Euphemia smiled softly, hugging him tightly like a baby and stroking his hair tenderly. Inhaling her soft skin and alluring body fragrance, Ferzen gradually drifted into deep, restful sleep.