Princess Alice’s expression grew somber; she walked over to the window, opened it—her room was high up in a tower—and beyond it she could see the castle grounds, other nearby palaces, and the walls surrounding the territory that marked the boundaries of the imperial family’s lands. Beyond those walls lay the capital city.
The wind ruffled the princess’s shiny pink hair.
She sighed as a tear slid down one of her cheeks, then she placed her hands on the window frame.
Her hands were trembling.
Her expression was dark, as if an abyss were consuming her.
"Ahhh!"
The princess’s gaze regained some of its light after she felt someone pluck a strand of her hair. But that sensation sent a chill through her—a chill that lasted a few seconds—and then she murmured softly:
"Why...?"
...
In his room, Marquis Mart Sevec held in one of his beautiful hands another strand of the princess’s hair, which contained the curse cast against her.
"Now, whether you live or die will be your own decision," he murmured.
The pink strand of hair was surrounded by a dark aura that caused it to writhe as if it were a worm.
As he looked at the strand of hair, Mart sensed a fluctuation coming from his "Existential Staff."
"I know, we found her, but you must be patient; sooner or later, we’ll make her pay."
The Existential Staff stopped emitting energy fluctuations after hearing those words.
Mart placed the strand of hair—which contained a trace of Meristia’s power—into another spherical demonic barrier.
Asfil’s soft footsteps barely made a sound.
She embraced Mart.
"Husband, are you hurt?"
She used a white handkerchief made of demonic silk to wipe the blood from her husband’s handsome face.
Mart lifted Asfil into his arms.
He kissed her deeply as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the comfortable bed.
She sat on his lap, facing him.
Her long legs wrapped around his waist.
[Lust Trait Activated]
Mart’s hands began to caress Asfil’s beautiful legs.
"Your legs are so beautiful—I’m so lucky."
"You used to look at them whenever you could when we were studying at Danteriar Academy."
"And now that you’re my wife, I can touch them—isn’t that bliss?"
She kissed Mart; her heart was pounding.
She still got very excited by her husband’s caresses and words.
Mart laid her down on the bed, then began kissing her long legs until he reached her intimate area and kissed it deeply to taste her.
"Mmm... Mart... aaahhh... it feels... good..."
She moaned with pleasure; there was saliva in her pretty mouth, her hands clutching the sheets as she felt wave after wave of pleasure flood her body.
She arched her slender body erotically and reached an intense orgasm.
Mart positioned himself right between her legs and didn’t hesitate to penetrate her with his large member.
She moaned in ecstasy; her body was still sensitive from having just had an orgasm, and now that his large member had penetrated her, she couldn’t help but shudder.
"I love you," she said, kissing Mart deeply and wrapping her arms and legs around him.
And the two of them continued to share the lust and warmth of their bodies.
One of his hands rested on one of her slender, elegant thighs; his other hand was on her waist.
They kissed passionately.
The wetness of their kisses and the wetness of their intimacy all merged into a passionate encounter that united their bodies, bringing them immense pleasure.
The demonic energy within them both surged, and their pleasure intensified.
"Aahhh... mmm... husband... aahhh... soon..."
"My Asfil... wait a little longer... just a little longer..."
"Mmm... aahhh... aahh..."
He kissed her again, and they both reached their first climax of the night.
Mart took Asfil in his arms.
"Let’s do it in the bathroom—it’ll be a great experience."
She rested her head on his shoulder and nodded.
The sound of the shower echoed through the bathroom, and wet skin against wet skin created a beautiful, erotic sound that blended in harmony with Asfil’s lovely, sensual moans.
She had her hands on the wall.
Mart held her hips, moving back and forth in a constant rhythm of pure, deep, immersive pleasure.
She moaned with pleasure as she reached climax.
Mart kept moving for a few more minutes until he filled her depths with his demonic essence.
He pulled her toward him.
She embraced him and then kissed him.
Her face was clearly flushed.
Her blonde hair was wet and fell elegantly and beautifully over her white, damp skin.
"I love you, I love you so much..."
"You’re mine, my beautiful wife."
He held her tightly.
And she clung to him.
"I no longer doubt you; I’ll always protect you."
"Mmm...," she nodded, gazing into the blue eyes that were fixed on her.
He smiled with a charming elegance that reminded her of the smiles he’d given her when they first met a few years earlier.
She wrapped her delicate arms around his neck.
She kissed him passionately.
He gripped her hips, lifting her up, and she wrapped her beautiful legs around him.
Passion ran wild once more.
As she moved up and down, her sensitive inner self—filled to the brim with the demonic essence—continued to be deeply stimulated by that rhythm, at times slow and at times intense.
Their passion carried on for another round in that elegant bathroom and continued once more in his spacious bedroom until there were less than two hours left before sunrise.
...
Mart Sevec partially covered Asfil with one of the soft blankets.
He placed a letter on a nightstand and, after dressing in elegant red and blue clothes, left the room to tour the marquisate as was his custom.
Mart would patrol the marquisate in the afternoons whenever he had the chance, but sometimes he would do so in the morning or at noon. That way, he prevented any enemy from studying his patrol pattern and using it against him.
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