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“Here we are, My Lady.”
My Lady. Just yesterday, those words were only ever said to her as a term of endearment, and now, she truly was Lady Furina— Viscountess Furina to be precise.
The maids were slow to open the heavy doors to the master bedroom just as she was slow to accept her new life. She waited until the doors shut firmly behind her before observing her new surroundings.
As expected of a viscount's bedroom, the space was large and the walls were ornate. Although it was clearly old, whoever built it had a rather timeless taste. The room also lacked any unnecessary decor as if everything of value had been sold to keep the house afloat.
Her eyes swept across the room until they finally noticed the lone figure by the fireplace. It had been watching her in silence since her arrival, only moving towards her once it was noticed.
“Good evening—” She hesitated. “—Viscount Neuvillette.” Nervous, she fell back to her commoner mannerisms and curtseyed to her husband.
“You need not call me that, nor do you need to bow to your own husband,” Neuvillette corrected her gently. “It was my due diligence to tell you before. My apologies.”
She waved her hands in front of her. “No, you’ve told me before already. I simply forgot.”
Neuvillette approached her carefully as if she was a delicate fawn ready to flee. He stopped a respectable distance away and gestured for her hand. Once she gave it, he bent forward to kiss it.
From what she had learned, men of higher ranking would normally bring the lady’s hand up to their lips. If he was ranked lower, he would have to bow, sometimes even kneel, just to greet a lady of much higher standing. Between spouses, it depended on how respected the missus was. Furina recalled how even before they were married, Neuvillette always lowered himself as if she was the one above his station…
She was merely the heiress of the Fontaine Company, an empire built by her commoner mother. On top of helping with company operations, Furina’s likeness was used to create a mascot. Prior to this, “Focalors” was simply the face of their cosmetics, and as their products grew in popularity, so did “she.” For the elegance she portrayed, which was clearly reflected in her real life counterpart, people began to attach “Lady” to her name: Lady Focalors eventually became Lady Furina.
Wealth did not equal status however. It was only as of today did Furina become truly noble in name. Neuvillette, on the other hand, was born into his rank, and yet he had lived a much harder life than she had with a single parent.
The previous viscount and viscountess passed away when their son was twelve. Their household had been in decline for generations by then. Without any stable income, the little savings their family had was used to care for the orphaned Neuvillette and those under the family’s care. The young lord eventually took over his parents’ duties as sixteen, then at eighteen the late viscount’s title was passed officially onto him.
Furina grimaced to herself at his situation. As a woman who could live off of her mother’s fortune at twenty-one, she could only imagine the hardships that Neuvillette endured in contrast to her. There was no satisfaction to be felt from seeing him trample his own dignity in an effort to save those poor children and pay his own loyal staff with the wage that they deserved.
Her husband was a kind man, although his appearance often left the opposite impression. His figure was tall, almost imposing, and with piercing eyes like his he couldn’t look any more intimidating. But he was handsome in spite of all those features. Not even the dated clothes on his back could hide his refined features. He was effortlessly beautiful as he was dignified.
Could she really be a viscountess? Was it enough to have a formal education, or would others think that she was a commoner stepping out of line despite her new title? Her mother did not think so. She was Lady Focalors, the face of modern beauty, in the flesh. Many noble maidens were already taken with curiosity given their loyalty to their products. That was why the head of Fontaine approached Neuvillette with the proposal in the first place: a title could quell criticism as well as take their business to greater heights.
“I once again apologize for the humble state of my home,” Neuvillette spoke. “You will be able to decorate it as you see fit. I will not interfere.”
Of course he wouldn’t. A majority of their shared wealth would come from her dowry and her own income. “But I insist,” she told him. “I may be the new lady of the house, but this is still your home. You are also my husband. Please, share your preferences with me and I will do my best.”
“Very well then, My Lady. However I must warn you: my eye for aesthetics is a bit lacking.”
“That’s alright, I’ll be a second eye if needed. And there’s no need to call me that either. We’re married now. Shouldn’t you just call me ‘Furina?’”
Neuvillette gave it some thought. “Furina,” he tried. “That’s right. Ah, and you may call me Neuvillette.”
“Neuvillette? But I am Neuvillette now too, am I wrong?”
“No, but, hm,” he seemed flustered by the realization, “I’m more used to it I suppose. If it bothers you, then call me by my given name.”
Given name… “Lev?”
His posture shifted ever so slightly that she almost missed it.
“Neuvillette,” she corrected herself quickly, “I’m okay with Neuvillette!”
“...Very well,” he responded. “But once we have an heir, it might cause confusion.”
An heir. After a short silence hung in the air, Neuvillette’s hand, which had not let go of hers, tightened. He turned his face to their bed.
Without an heir, nothing was set in stone. She took the first step forward then checked to see if her husband would follow. He seemed surprised by her boldness, embarrassing her for a moment, but her dedication kept her level-headed. She willed her feet to move and thankfully her husband followed right beside her, hands still entangled with a gentle grasp.
They stopped at one side of the bed with Furina in between. She was the first to let go so that she could begin discarding her robe. Underneath was a nightgown meant for nights like these: light and easy to slip off. The air was not cold thanks to the fireplace, but she shivered nonetheless.
Noticing it, Neuvillette pulled back the bed’s curtain and guided her to sit. It was his turn to remove his robe so that it could join hers on the floor. Instead of a nightgown, he had a silken shirt and trousers. They were not sheer like her dress but they were thin and left nothing to the imagination… something that was very apparent when she accidentally looked down.
If he’s not aroused then that’s quite impressive.
If Neuvillette noticed her staring, he chose to say nothing. He only removed his shirt before joining her in bed.
Furina crawled closer to the center so that he could have room beside her. Only a small bit of light shone through the gap he left with the curtains, but it was enough for what they had to do. Less light would have been better to hide her flushed cheeks but that wasn’t important right now.
She sat there in silence waiting for Neuvillette to make the first move, but after a minute, she realized that he was doing the same.
Is he waiting for me? Furina pursed her lip. Well, he is younger by two years. He’s only been able to properly inherit his title a little over a year ago… And mother approached him only a few months after. She sighed. Now’s not the time to think about such things.
“Um,” her voice came out smaller than expected, “we can make this quick if you’d like. All I ask is that we prepare sufficiently enough so that there’s no pain.”
“Of course,” Neuvillette agreed quickly.
Even as he sat up, he hesitated, uncertain of what to do next but Furina was the same. How exactly do you set the mood with your arranged partner? They had only met each other a few times, mostly due to their busy schedules, but they were still just a bit more than strangers.
She was also incredibly inexperienced. Dating had never been in her mind with how busy she was. She never knew her father; her mother never married and did not show any interest in doing so. The topic was never brought up when she came of age either.
That’s why the news of her marriage surprised her: at the very least she would have expected a marriage out of love. The only reason why she didn’t create a fuss was because she learned of the orphanage left in Neuvillette’s care, and he was very thoughtful too… Even if they didn’t love each other, she knew that he’d at least treat her well. If she must have an arrangement such as this then a young, respectable viscount would be better than someone thrice her age.
She felt something touch her shoulder, causing her to snap out of her thoughts.
“My apologies, I…” Neuvillette’s voice drifted off. His hand was frozen midair by her shoulder, but he ultimately pulled it back to his lap.
“Wait, you don’t have to—” she hurriedly said. “I was just distracted by something but you can continue if you were going to…?”
Although he raised his hand again, he left it hovering over her shoulder. She placed her hand over his to let him know that it was alright to rest it there so don’t pull away. Still, her heart was beating so much that it made it hard to think straight.
“Can…” Neuvillette murmured ever so softly, “…Can I kiss you?”
Kiss…? He’s asking to…? “Y-yes. I mean, of course! That would be a good place to start.” We’ve only kissed once at the ceremony. It was brief but…
She watched as Neuvillette reached out to cup her jaw. His fingers brushed against the lobe of her ear and this thumb tested the softness of her lips. He looked calm and collected yet she could have sworn that his hand was trembling. Maybe it was just her imagination but it didn’t matter right now.
Neuvillette finally leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers.
It was warm and yet a shiver traveled down her spine to the tips of her fingers and toes. Furina felt like a feather about to drift off with the wind and disappear from sight. It was such a unique feeling: all her thoughts had ceased but a cloud seemed to linger in her mind. And it wasn’t… unpleasant.
Just when she thought that was it, Neuvillette began to move.
It was clumsy yet careful. She found his awkward efforts to be quite endearing actually. When he bumped his nose against hers, he pulled away to kiss it as an apology. He returned to her lips right after but for a moment, she had forgotten that Neuvillette was not a lover but a stranger she happened to marry.
She didn’t think much of the stars that were beginning to dance around her vision. She thought that such a phenomenon was only natural when someone kissed her the way he did. When he finally pulled away to gasp from the lack of air, Furina finally realized that ah, she needed to breathe as well.
She could feel warm puffs of air against her lips that were just as staggered as hers. Her mouth felt so dry—and empty—that she had to lick her lips in front of him.
Hm… Furina couldn’t help it; she wasn’t really thinking at that moment. Before she could stop herself, she had already licked the bottom of Neuvillette’s lip and continued the kiss.
Why did I…?
It was too late to back out especially when she shoved her tongue into his mouth so suddenly. She only meant to distract him, so why was he reciprocating with his own?
Why did her pride have to rear its head now of all times? She couldn’t pull away. And was she always this dizzy…? Whatever the reasons were, she couldn’t bring herself to stop, but that didn’t mean Neuvillette couldn’t either.
He pulled away so abruptly that Furina instinctively chased after him when he did. Opening her eyes, she was met with the reddened face of her husband whose eyes were fixated on her lips.
It made her feel rather insecure. Was there something on her face? Or was her performance mediocre? Well then, if she wasn’t good at kissing, there were other ways to reclaim her ego. It was about time anyway.
Furina glanced down. Just as she was about to reach for Neuvillette’s trousers, he grasped her wrist and stopped her midway.
“Theres— There’s no need,” he stuttered to her surprise.
Furina didn't know how to respond. It wasn’t rejection but for some reason, it still stung. “What do you mean?” she asked him, lightly forcing her hand downwards.
“…”
When he didn’t respond, Furina tried again. She was met with the same resistance.
“It’s fine. I am… prepared sufficiently enough,” he tried to assert.
“How? We haven’t even done anything yet—“
Neuvillette flinched in surprise, tearing a small gasp from his throat.
…O-oh.
She had another hand of course. While Neuvillette was distracted, she used it to try and seize his waistband. It was only when her hand brushed against something hard did Furina realize what he had meant.
Embarrassed, she tried to salvage the situation by passing the control back to her husband as if nothing had happened. “W-well, um, what did you want to do instead then?”
Neuvillette did not let go of her wrist but his grip had loosened considerably. Without saying anything, he quietly guided her to lay down on the bed. Her dress had hiked up in the process. For some reason, Neuvillette pulled it back in place.
“I…” he murmured, “I will prepare you now. Should I hurt you or cause any discomfort, please, let me know and I will stop right away.”
Furina forced her body to relax as best as she could. “…G-go ahead then.”
She heard him inhale deeply before he began to move down her body.
Furina’s heart was threatening to burst through her ribcage. Each brush of his fingers against her skin sent a shock straight to her core before she even realized it. His hands went up along her sides to search for the lace beneath her dress. Once he found it, his eyes flicked up to hers for silent permission. She nodded. Soon he hooked his fingers on her underwear and began to pull them down her legs.
Furina looked away. If this was already a lot for her to handle, then what would happen once he…?
Neuvillette took his time. Furina held her breath until it was finally time to reveal her most intimate place to him. She felt the fabric peel off bit by bit. The cool air touched more and more of the heated skin between her legs until—
Furina almost gasped out loud. It wasn’t until he had rolled her underwear down her thighs did she realize just how wet she had become. Not only that, but she felt Neuvillette’s shoulders behind her thighs.
Try not to think about it. Try not to think…!
She gasped again when she felt something wet touch her folds. To think that he would really start with his mouth of all things…! She was not expecting that at all!
“Furina?”
Neuvillette began to move out from under her, but Furina locked her legs.
“J-just surprised! You may continue,” she said hastily.
After a moment, Neuvillette lowered himself again. He slowly drew closer this time so as to not surprise her like before. Only when her legs relaxed did he lick her again.
She wasn’t able to judge how it felt earlier but… it wasn’t… it wasn’t uncomfortable. And then his tongue licked up her folds with more pressure, causing it to run over the bud hidden in between.
Her legs twitched but she vowed not to say anything. She anchored her hands firmly on the hands holding her leg and waist, silently telling him to ignore her little reactions. He tried the same trick again and elicited a similar response, so he became a bit braver and parted her with his fingers.
Furina could feel herself getting exposed but she refused to look. Her eyes had clamped shut at some point, causing her to focus on nothing else but the sensations stirring between her legs. She couldn’t deny that she was anticipating him each time now; her hips had even begun to arch up towards him.
A moan escaped her throat when he sucked on her swollen pearl. No matter how she seemed to react though, Neuvillette did not pull away. He kept his mouth on her flesh as his lips traveled downward. Eventually, his tongue poked out only to dip into her heated entrance. It was shallow but even so, it sent tremors all over her already trembling body.
The hand that had been gripping her thigh began to travel upward, first resting on her hip to keep her still then continuing further to her chest. Furina wasn’t aware of it at first. It wasn’t until his warm hand found her breast did she even notice that her nipples were painfully erect. His touch made her sigh in relief.
And then her self-awareness returned. Neuvillette kneaded her breast so that she could tighten her legs around his head. It was such a scandalous position to be in!
“Ah! Hm…!”
The fingers which had been holding her open had gone ahead and replaced Neuvillette’s tongue out of nowhere. Stiffer and longer, they felt even better than his tongue did. As he worked her open, his mouth returned to suck her sensitive bud.
She was getting overwhelmed and unable to focus any longer. Shame was leaving her body at an alarming rate, allowing her to surrender to the pleasure that Neuvillette so graciously provided her.
And then her vision went white and a ringing echoed in her ears. Furina tipped off the precipice and fell into a mind numbing orgasm, the first one she’s ever had with the help of another.
The sounds that came out of her were so unlady-like and unbecoming, and yet Neuvillette did not stop! If anything, he had gotten more enthusiastic. He remained securely in place no matter how much Furina thrashed around and attempted to displace his head. His fingers went deeper and discovered a new patch of flesh that sent her spiraling into heaven again. He even moaned with his mouth still full of her.
Whether it was normal behavior or not, she didn’t have time to process his actions any further as she came once again. She had never been able to cum again so quickly, not when she was often too sensitive to even continue right after. But now that she wasn’t in control, she had no choice but to face the third one coming in so soon.
Tears welled in her eyes from sheer overstimulation. Her hips were so busy shaking from pleasure that she couldn’t shove him off no matter how hard she tried to push his shoulders. But if she really wanted to, she could have pushed a bit harder… Furina blamed human curiosity for her rather lame attempts to get him to stop.
She fell into another orgasm, one that seemed a bit different from the last two. For a while she lost her senses as she teetered between feeling too much to being unable to feel anything at all. White hot pleasure caused the bud in Neuvillette’s mouth to pulse erratically, and then, she felt something hot dripping between her legs.
Panic filled her instantly as she feared for the worse. Furina found the strength to lift herself up and shove Neuvillette back.
“W-wait! Wait! I…!” She refused to admit it out loud. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…!”
Neuvillette looked dazed when he lifted his head up. The lower half of his face was drenched with saliva, slick, and the clear fluids that came out of her. His mouth was still slightly agape and panting. It took a moment for the light to return to his eyes. After a few blinks, he seemed to return to his senses.
The sight truly… perplexed her.
She tried to apologize again, legs still trembling. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… um…”
“I should be the one apologizing for not stopping sooner,” Neuvillette said as he pulled her legs off of his shoulders.
“T-there’s no need to. I would have pushed you off if I truly hated it. It was just… It was just a bit much.”
Neuvillette went silent for a while, then he said, “A-alright then.”
He crawled over her, making Furina lie back down on the bed, and tugged at her dress.
“Would you like to keep this on?” he asked.
“If it won’t get in the way…” She had originally planned to bare all of her body to him tonight, but she was already too embarrassed from the ordeal from a few moments ago. She needed this last bit of modesty even if it was pointless.
Neuvillette, thankfully, was understanding. As if to make it equal, he kept his pants on when he pulled out his aching member.
Dim as it was, Furina’s eyes had adjusted to the dark. That meant that she was able to see what Neuvillette held in his hands. She couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the shape. It looked big even on his person, but given how much taller he was, she began to wonder if it was too large for her.
Neuvillette noticed her staring which was likely why he took her hand and guided it between his legs. “W-would you like to touch it first before we…?”
Oh, he wanted to… He must have sensed her fear. Actually, she was glad that he asked. She wanted to familiarize herself with it first, but she was also too shy to admit that she was curious as well.
She looked down wondering where she should begin. Maybe not the leaking tip, it looked quite sensitive compared to the rest, so her fingers went lower to the middle of his shaft instead. His cock twitched when her fingers finally touched it, surprising her. When Neuvillette said nothing—Was he always breathing this hard?—she wrapped her hand around him.
That was enough for now. Furina let go and began to mentally prepare herself. She was soaked down there already but she was a bit doubtful if Neuvillette’s fingers had been truly enough to loosen her up.
“Ready?” Neuvillette asked from above her.
She nodded shakily. “Um… Yes…”
Furina watched him position his member between her legs only to rub it against her folds. Both throbbed upon contact. Once he found her entrance, Neuvillette looked at her one more time and then pushed in.
“O-oh…!”
She cursed at herself for such an unsexy reaction. Neuvillette stopped once he heard her.
“J-just keep going. I’ll tell you if it hurts so just keep… keep going,” she encouraged him.
He looked worried, but he did as he was told anyway. Neuvillette delved deeper into her, opening her up so easily despite the strong clench of her walls around him. He followed her instructions to not stop until she told him to, and she did not tell him to stop even once.
She thought that it might be necessary but nothing felt painful so far. Instead, she just felt full. He completely filled her within a minute and Furina let go of the breath that she was holding. Neuvillette as well but not without what sounded like a moan drawing out of his chest.
Furina allowed herself a moment to get accustomed to the stretch. Neuvillette kept still, likely doing the same and if not, probably to wait for her orders. Once she was ready, she looked Neuvillette in the eyes and nodded. He pulled out slowly, then he pushed back in with more ease than before.
It didn’t feel any different at first, but once Neuvillette set a rhythm and incidentally found the perfect spot to hit, everything changed. Her back arched and stiffened as if bracing itself for each impact; little moans slipped out the more she was carved into his shape. She wanted to cover her mouth with her hands but they would much rather grip onto the sheets for leverage against each strong thrust.
Her eyes, which had shut, opened once again. She saw Neuvillette’s flushed face first. His brows knit together as he breathed heavily through his mouth and nose. Seeing his strained expression made her core tingle, but she was too occupied with the fact that he was looking at her for so long without blinking.
She became too self-conscious even though he was her husband and everything that they were doing was normal and expected. What was there to even be embarrassed about? Neuvillette wasn’t going to laugh at her. He wasn’t like that, but still…!
He seemed to have noticed how his unyielding gaze was affecting her, but instead of simply looking away he lowered his face to her neck. That might have been worse than having him look at her. Not only could he hear her moans more clearly, but she could hear his as well. Every grunt and groan went straight into her ear. Sometimes his open mouth would press against the side of her neck, just beneath her ear where she was most sensitive.
Her hands clawed at his arms up to his neck, pulling him closer and whining for something she wasn’t sure of yet. Neuvillette changed his angle and oh, that was exactly what she needed. She thanked him with a long mewl.
“N-Neuvillette—! P-please, I need— I need…!” She needed more, more of everything.
“What do you need?” he panted into her ear. “Tell me.”
“I… I need—”
Neuvillette’s hips slammed into her faster and harder than before until the old bedframe began to creak and the room filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling. With one last kiss to her cervix, her body spasmed and her fingers dragged across his shoulders. Furina let out a choked out cry as her body and mind finally fell apart. Not a second later, she felt warmth coat her insides and Neuvillette’s own shuddering moan in her ear.
Her limbs, which had locked up, gradually loosened as she came down her high. Her moans transformed into heavy breaths and sighs, meanwhile Neuvillette was shuddering every few seconds as he continued to spill inside of her.
He took much longer to recover. When her arms had finally fallen limp at her sides, he was still struggling to even out his breathing. She somewhat understood it; this was the first time he had cum tonight unlike her. Was that why he was still throbbing and hard inside of her— Wait, he’s still…?
She gasped at the unique feeling of his cock retreating from within her. He slipped out easily with the help of his release spilling at the sides. Furina quivered and instinctively clenched her walls as soon as he left.
Curious, she reached down just to feel her sensitive folds. It was sticky as expected, but the substance on her fingers were thicker than what her own body made.
She ended up soothing her cunt with a gentle massage as Neuvillette sat up. More of his cum spilled which made her wonder if she just undid all their hard work. Just as she felt another glob pour out, Furina quickly scooped up his cum with her fingers and pushed it back inside.
She was much more sensitive than she thought and upon shoving her fingers back in, she came once again. For some reason, her swollen pearl ached and begged to be touched. She quickly pulled her fingers out to cup herself, but instead of feeling relief, the pleasure intensified.
Furina felt and saw her sudden release. Clear liquid spilled onto the sheets and as mortified as she was, her hand remained where it was as to not risk another mistake.
She suddenly remembered that she wasn’t alone. That realization was what finally had her recoiling her arm back to her chest even though she continued to ache for relief.
Neuvillette was staring at her all this time. Furina wanted to cry— but she also wanted to be comforted by the only person there. Unable to face him, she forced her body to turn to its side so that she could escape his prying eyes.
What could she even say? Why did she have to do that?! Her teeth almost drew blood as they bit her quivering lips. The urge to cry grew stronger with each passing second but suddenly, she felt a comforting hand stroke her cheek.
“Furina? Are you alright?” Neuvillette’s voice was filled with concern.
“Y-yes, just…” She paused to settle her voice. “That was— I didn’t mean to…”
“Mean to what? You did nothing wrong. I on the other hand…”
He coaxed her to look up at him, still cradling her cheek. She was confused. What did he have to apologize for?
“…Nevermind.”
The sheets were ruined so that was the first thing he dealt with once he saw that the Furina was well enough. He peeled the top covers away, then he carried her to the further side of the bed where it was dry.
Here he was preparing to tuck her into bed while his cock was still standing tall between his legs. Judging from the way he was fishing through the sheets, he must have been looking for her underwear.
“Wait,” Furina called out.
Neuvillette, who was now in the middle of tucking himself back into his pants, stopped to look at her.
She took a deep breath. With the little courage that she had gathered, she made a suggestion: “You can– You can keep going if you’d like.” She lifted her dress. “I think I spilled too much earlier so it might not…” Her face quickly turned red, but Furina pushed through. “What I’m trying to say is that— Well, it’s not fair that you’ve only, um, finished once. If possible, you can keep going…? I’m just a bit more worn out so I might fall asleep though, but I won’t mind…?”
They have to do this right so that they never have to do this again. Not that she hated it… but! She had embarrassed herself enough as it is. If they have to do this again, she feared that she might make a bigger fool of herself than she did tonight.
It was all because she got too caught up in the pleasure. She was distracted; her body took over! Even so, she wanted to fulfill her duties for Neuvillette’s sake. Hopefully by offering herself up to him, he could find it in his heart to forgive her for her earlier blunders.
She was ready to insist just in case he refused, but surprisingly he didn’t.
“If… If it’s fine with you,” he muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
This time, he spooned her from behind before lifting her leg. She was still wet from earlier so Furina knew that they shouldn’t have any issues. At least she hoped that was the case.
She was more prepared when Neuvillette stretched her open once again. It was just as filling but not as overwhelming. She let out a content sigh. The short break helped immensely. Her body relaxed.
On the other hand, Neuvillette’s voice was unsteady.
“I-is this comfortable?” he managed to whisper.
“Mm.”
He waited until he was completely buried inside of her before he began to move his hips slowly, almost lazily.
Furina started to feel drowsy. Just before sleep could take her, she told Neuvillette one last thing: “You can… stay inside once you’re done… Will be… better if…”
She doesn’t recall ever finishing her sentence.
***
Furina woke up the next morning with sore muscles and an aching lower back. It was as if her spine had locked up and moving only caused her to whine in pain.
At least the bed was warm and soft. It was definitely not like her own silk sheets and plush mattress but it was more than enough for now. There was no reason for her to get up early either. No one would bother her or her new husband the morning after their wedding.
Neuvillette…
She finally noticed his presence behind her. The steady rise and fall of his chest against her back told her that he was still fast asleep. Furina could feel the backs of her thighs touching the tops of his, almost as if she was sitting on him like a chair.
Oh. And they were still… connected.
Right. She remembered suggesting it last night. No wonder she still felt full.
A filled bladder probably didn’t help either. Furina forced herself to endure the ache in her back so that she could get out of bed. Slowly, she pried Neuvillette’s arms off of her body before pulling her hips away from his.
His softened but still rather lengthy member slipped out followed by a generous amount of his release that was left inside of her. Furina shuddered as it continued to flow out of her.
It’s so much. How long was he…?
She clenched her legs together. It didn’t matter so long as it took last night. Surely this was enough, right?
With shaky arms and legs, Furina managed to crawl out of the bed without disturbing Neuvillette’s deep slumber. She hurried towards the bathroom and nearly stumbled when she felt something trail down her leg.
***
There was a rather bothersome thought that haunted her for the past week.
Her new duties were an ample distraction at first. With many things to do and many people to manage, she had thought that she could evade those intrusive thoughts in her mind forever.
Her husband. That Neuvillette was really diligent to a fault. He would often return late on days that he was away, or he would be holed up in his office past the setting of the sun. Furina kept her distance out of respect but every now and then, they would see each other for a meal or to discuss household matters.
And her legs… Her damned legs would wobble whenever he got too close. Not only that, but even if she didn’t see him, the mere thought of him could summon goosebumps over her skin. That night, he had made her forget what dignity was.
It took two days and one sleepless night for her to give in. However, the fingers that sufficed before suddenly became quite inefficient with healing the ache between her legs.
Throughout all this, it became clear how the most humiliating part was not her undignified state during their wedding night, but how she did not mind enduring it again. More than that, she even…
In the end, duty triumphed over selfish desires. A busy man like her husband, who was already so reserved and modest, had far greater things deserving of his attention. He had done his job in regards to conception—and he was very thorough in fact—so that would be the first and final time they’d ever share a bed.
And yet Mother Nature had surprised her as if hearing her silent wish. To mark the first week of her life as a married woman, she bled.
“…Is that so?” her husband spoke with a calmness she did not expect.
Furina tried to remain neutral as she delivered the news to her husband. His response was better than her expectations since there was no hint of refusal from his tone.
“How does a week from now sound? Or do you think that you would need more time?” he asked.
“It might be best to prepare an extra week of allowance in your schedule until it ceases completely, but I will let you know as soon as I can,” she told him. “I’m truly sorry for this inconvenience. I had forgotten to account for it.”
He got up from his desk and walked up to her. She, who had lowered her head in remorse, did not expect her husband to tilt her head up with a finger and look at her with tender eyes.
“You do not need to apologize. It is not an inconvenience to me and I do hope that you can freely tell me about the things that bother you moving forward. I am your husband, am I not?”
She almost doubted him but she had almost forgotten that the man in front of her deeply cared for those at the orphanage his parents left behind. Only a good man would not abandon a facility that was more trouble than it was worth. The concern he displayed now was genuine, so why was she still worried about some hidden meaning behind his demeanor?
“You’re right,” she agreed with him, grinning brightly to hide her messy thoughts. “And I hope that as your wife, you would do the same with me as well.”
“Then are we in agreement to be more open to one another? Communication is key after all.”
“Communication is key.”
After that, Furina could not help the excitement that bubbled up inside of her as she made her way back to her room.
***
In her eagerness in preparing for this night, Furina had come up with a general plan for how things should play out. She was more confident as well, and that confidence should hopefully prevent such embarrassing moments like before… even if, thinking about it now, those moments were filled with immeasurable pleasure.
Just don’t get so distracted, she reminded herself but deep down she knew that it was easier said than done.
Neuvillette returned from his bath, which he preferred to be done without servants, in the en suite of his room. His long hair was draped over a towel and instead of wearing pajamas, he was wearing nothing but a robe.
“Good evening, Neuvillette,” she greeted.
“Good evening, Furina,” he returned.
The atmosphere was far more comfortable than it was on their wedding night, maybe because they had already done this before. The two of them made their way to the bed on their own. As Neuvillette dried off his hair, Furina hopped onto the mattress and waited.
She watched her husband in silence before averting her eyes. Simply staring felt a bit weird. Her eyes locked onto the drapes of the bed instead. They were one of the many new things in his room thanks to her family.
Shaking her head, she pulled the curtains closed save for the ones on Neuvillette’s side. He closed those halfway as soon as he joined her in bed with his robe still on.
It’s time.
“I know that you’re tired from work, so allow me,” she told him.
With her small hand, Furina pushed him back until he lowered himself onto the bed. He looked at her expectantly.
She coughed lightly to break the silence. “If you don’t like it, just let me know! But I figured that this might help move things along faster so…”
Oh no. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more that she wished she hadn’t suggested it. But Neuvillette was waiting so patiently and obediently. If she backed down now, he’d only get confused and left forever wondering what she wanted to do. Then he would approach her in the future to inquire about it. The explanation might be worse than simply doing it.
Without missing a beat, Furina swung her legs over his chest, however, she was facing his thighs rather than his face.
Her mind was a jumbled mess when she realized how obscene the position really was in practice. Just why had she thought that this would be better than explaining it later? This might be much worse! What was wrong with her?!
But it was too late for regrets. It would be far worse if she went back now. She decided that she could at least feign confidence. Acting came naturally to her anyway.
But this and that are two completely different things!
“This is far more convenient, isn’t it? We’ll get ready at the same time!” Furina said over her shoulder. “If that’s alright with you…?”
There was only so much that she could see from her view. His lack of a response was concerning. Was he too shy to speak up? She really should have at least explained it a bit first.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, of course! I should have been clearer with my intentions,” she told him.
She was preparing to get off of him, but a pair of hands held her legs in place.
“It’s… It’s fine,” Neuvillette finally spoke. “But what about you? Have you done this before…?”
“Well, no. I was chaste before marriage so if it feels weird or, uh, not good at all, then we can stop?”
Silence. “…That’s fine. ” A pause. “And I am the same. Pardon my inexperience but I am willing to try whatever you suggest.”
Hearing that, Furina relaxed. “That’s… That’s good then. Well! You can untie my underwear from the sides here—“ she pointed to the ribbons on her hips “—but do whatever you’d like!”
She ended their conversation by turning back around. To her surprise, it seemed that Neuvillette was already, um, alert.
Furina was hesitant to touch it. First, how could that brief conversation already do this to him? Second, since it was already like this, maybe she didn’t need to…? No, that wouldn’t be fair. With all the courage that she could muster, she placed her hand over the covered member.
Neuvillette twitched and exhaled loudly, but other than that he did nothing else. She took it as a sign to continue. Figuring that the cloth must feel dry and uncomfortable against his skin, Furina, after a nervous swallow, slowly peeled his robe away.
It was very different up close. There were things that she hadn’t noticed before like the veins protruding from along the sides. It also had a unique scent that didn’t quite bother her either. She wondered if Neuvillette had felt the same with her. He said that she was his first with anything so maybe? Huh, for someone with no experience, he was really… She bit her lip as she recalled her wedding night.
Her hands gave him a few experimental strokes to see where he liked it best. For… future reference? Would there even be another chance? She wouldn’t be against it— If they really had to, that is!
Neuvillette had finally untied her underwear and tossed it to the side in the meantime. She tried not to think about it, about him, or the fact that she felt something trickle out of her.
Furina knew what she had to do next. She licked her lips and swallowed nervously, mentally and physically preparing herself for what she was about to do. After a brief moment to reposition herself, she started by placing a gentle kiss to the head of Neuvillette’s cock.
There was a strained noise from behind her then nothing else, so she went ahead and continued kissing his length from the head down to the sides. Once she reached the base, her tongue darted out for an experimental lick. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste either. She would describe it as something natural like sweat: a bit salty, but not as salty as when she tasted the liquid beading at the tip.
If Neuvillette was breathing heavily now, it became a lot more intense when she traced a vein with her tongue. So why was he still not doing anything? Did he not want to do this?
Just as she was about to stop, he grabbed her hips and lowered them down. Furina waited. She shivered as she felt his hot breath blowing against her dripping core.
Not wanting to get distracted, her mouth returned to the tip. He was leaking as she guided him past the tight ring of her lips, coating her tongue with his sticky, salty essence. Her jaw strained to accommodate as much of him as she could. It was very unlikely that she would get all of him inside, but still, she wanted to see how much she could take and whether she could handle it at all. When she felt the head bump the back of her throat, she moaned softly. To her surprise, she didn’t choke.
She moaned again when she felt him kiss her own sensitive heat. A surge of lightning coursed through her body when his lips found her pearl once again. Has it always felt this good? It felt even better than what Furina remembered. Was it because he was a bit more energetic this time around? Maybe the wedding was more tiring than his regular job.
“Mm!” Her legs shook as he teased her entrance, tongue dipping in shallowly but missing where she really wanted him. Furina found it difficult to focus when he played with her like that. She felt dizzy; breathing while bobbing her head became a rather difficult task. Her mouth was stuffed and even as she drew him out, the sticky substance coating her throat was an obstruction on its own. Furina had no choice but to draw him out of her mouth to breathe.
She made an embarrassing gurgle when she cleared her airways with a swallow. Hoping to distract Neuvillette, though he was plenty distracted as it is, she firmly stroked him so that he could forget that noise.
“N-Neu—ahn! Neuv-v-ville–eh…” Her words were failing her, disappearing as incoherent sounds spilling from her mouth, while her hands lost their rhythm. “W-wait…”
She was unable to move. It was not that she was physically unable to, but his stubborn mouth was too enticing for her to leave. A body that disobeyed her mind ultimately betrayed her, and Furina was left to succumb to the pleasure that finally rose to the surface.
The stars flickering across her vision danced playfully as if mocking her for denying what she really wanted. They reminded her of how good this pleasure was, how her body craved it, and how she had really looked forward to another chance.
She got up in frustration and crawled away. Neuvillette, thinking that it was a signal to move on, moved out of the way— only for her to hear him right beside her ear.
“May I make my own suggestion?” he murmured breathlessly to her.
Her skin tingled at his voice, but finding him positioned behind her sent that tingle between her legs again.
“W-what is it?” she asked with bated breath. Curiosity and excitement became indistinguishable. There was a gut feeling that she was likely not going to refuse the request he had in mind.
Rubbing her waist, he answered, “May we try it this way?”
“Y-yes.” Without thinking, she said yes not out of consideration, but out of impatience.
He aligned his own weeping head against her dripping entrance, coating his cock even further with her own juices. He placed a hand on her back, another on her hip, he then sunk into her wet heat in an agonizingly slow push.
Her mouth hung open with a silent cry and her eyes shut in relief. Behind her, she heard a long, drawn out sigh, perhaps even a whispered curse. The idea that Neuvillette, demure as he was, would curse from the sensation she provided him, made her unusually giddy.
She glanced over her shoulder and there he was: eyes glossed over and chin tilted slightly upward. No wonder he had halted his movements so soon. She tightened her walls around him hoping to see what expression he would make as a result.
“Ah…” he moaned. Still unaware that she was watching, and pulled her hips further down his twitching length.
Furina nearly gasped as she took another inch of him into her body. She had believed she was ready for the entirety of him, and yet she wailed when his hips snapped up and forced the rest of his impressive girth in. No matter how much he had prepared her, her cunt still struggled to fit him. It wasn’t painful however, just a bit overwhelming. That was why she refused to beg for mercy; she didn’t want him to stop.
His pace started off slow and steady, giving her enough time to get used to him. She could hear the way their skin slapped against each other. It would be obvious to anyone what was transpiring should they hear such a sound.
And then Neuvillette sped up. His hips grew faster and harder with each thrust, but the rhythm managed to stay consistent throughout. Beyond the noises spilling from her own mouth, she could also hear the heavy moans behind her. They sounded much better than hers. How could he make such a lewd noise sound so elegant? They would surely get stuck in her head if they hadn’t already before…
Her arms failed out of nowhere, causing her head to fall onto the bed. She gripped the sheets even tighter hoping to hide her face, but she needed to breathe.
Neuvillette used both hands to slam her hips down his cock again and again. The head knocked against her cervix, begging profusely for an invitation in. She wanted nothing more than to welcome it and accept its seed. It would be cradled in her womb until life finally sprouted, then over the months she would grow right before their eyes.
The thought had her whimpering and shoving her hips back to meet Neuvillette’s thrusts. How could such an image push her so quickly towards the edge? The more she thought about it, the more her eyes rolled back. Not one thrust later, she clamped down on him tightly and fell apart.
Neuvillette followed shortly after, gasping and gripping her hips like a vice. He filled her with a familiar warmth and in return, she milked him for all he was worth— or at least tried to. With all the seed he had to give, Furina wondered if he’d ever run dry.
Her legs gave out first, then Neuvillette’s. Furina’s first thought was how deep he had gone further in, the second was how she still felt unsatiated despite the uncontrollable shake of her lower half.
“A-ah...”
Neuvillette leaned into her ear. “Furina? Are you in pain?”
“H-uh…? Ngh, n-no.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mm.”
“H-how do you feel?”
It was beyond words. “G-good.”
Silence followed right after, not that she noticed. She was still trying to recover and her eyes were still crossing over. If Neuvillette was giving her a moment to recover, then she was thankful that he didn’t move.
He stayed where he was, only now he was lying down almost completely on top of her. She was nestled safely between the arms that kept him propped up, and his legs also kept most of his weight off of her. Between the softness of the bed and the warmth of her husband, Furina found an unexpected sanctuary reserved just for her.
There was still the ache between her legs. It was getting more profound with each passing second thanks to the constant pressing of a hardness inside of her.
Huh?
She had only noticed it now, but Neuvillette’s hips were moving slightly. His head was hung low next to hers.
Noticing her alertness, Neuvillette abruptly stopped. “I-I’m sorry, I’m still…”
It was like this before too. “I-it’s fine,” she murmured. “You don’t have to hold back.”
She felt him throb.
“A-are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“…I see.”
He anchored his knees properly on the bed, wrapped his arms around her shoulders for leverage, then muttered his final warning. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Aah!” she yelled when he slammed hard deep inside.
She didn’t know that his thrusts could feel this merciless. To think that he had such an intense side to him! When Furina told him that he didn’t have to hold back, she had meant that he didn’t have to settle for such shallow thrusts! And now, thanks to a slight misunderstanding, he was plowing her into the sheets without remorse.
But the fire within him ignited a spark inside of her too. And with this newfound vigor, she felt herself becoming more accepting to her subconscious desires. This may be a necessary duty, but was she not allowed to enjoy it at the same time?
They were no different from animals with her pinned down like this. Vulgar as the term was, they were mating, were they not? They were doing this with a singular goal in mind. Any shame that tried to form inside of her was quickly booted out by each slam of Neuvillette’s hips.
Accepting her fate, Furina relaxed her jaw and her throat, finally letting her more obscene moans fall through. Neuvillette responded with a more vicious pace, battering her womb like an animal in heat. His groans turned to near growls.
“N-Neuvillette,” she managed to get out, “Good. F-feels good.”
It felt like the most appropriate response in the heat of the moment. She did not expect him to respond back.
“You— You as well.” His next words were barely above a whisper. “So wet…”
“Neuvillette, I’m— I feel…!”
She was so close. Just a little bit more and she’d—
“Ahh!”
Neuvillette bit her shoulder at the same time that his cock spurt into her womb. It was so sudden, but it was enough to make her break.
She couldn’t move once he was set to stuff her full. Trapped beneath him and compressed by his weight, she felt everything from him: his hot breaths, the sweat dripping down his body, and the constant stream of cum spilling from his cock.
Her senses returned slowly but surely, and only then was she able to recollect the events that had just transpired. Somewhere inside of her, panic began to build up. Along with the fact that her husband still felt hard…
Furina wasn’t sure if she’d be the same woman tomorrow.
***
He approached her in the library just as the sun was starting to set.
Furina was so engrossed with browsing through the collection in front of her that she had failed to hear the click of the door. At first, she assumed that the approaching footsteps were from one of the servants, but it was simply her husband and no one else.
He was the last person that she wanted to see.
“Neuvillette?”
“Good afternoon, Furina. Is the library to your liking?” he began.
“It is,” she smiled warmly at him. “It’s very quaint. The books here look interesting as well.”
“I’m glad to hear it. If you would like to add to it, then it is your right as the lady of the house to do so.”
“I shall keep that in mind.”
The books were not the reason why she visited the library that afternoon. Actually, her body had been feeling restless for the last few days. Today, it felt almost unbearable, frustrating her. Last night she had a vulgar dream that felt too real. She had woken up with her panties sticking to her skin, but because her maids were there she couldn’t do anything. That breakfast, Neuvillette was present which only worsened the heat pooling between her legs. Not even her tasks for the day proved to be a sufficient distraction. At least Neuvillette had briefly left the estate for lunch with a colleague. In the afternoon, her room was being cleaned which meant that she couldn’t hide away for just an hour to address the issue. Going to a guest room would have roused suspicion as well.
That was how she had the daring idea to go to the library. Though it was large, the bookshelves would muffle any sounds, and it wouldn’t be odd for her to be in the room alone for solitude. However, her cowardice prevented her from doing anything so uncouth. She decided to stay in the room to avoid Neuvillette. Seeing him would only worsen her heat. They’d eventually have to meet for dinner but she could at least request to bathe alone right after.
What she hadn’t expected was for Neuvillette to seek her out on his own. She noticed the thick book in his arms. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a book he had planned to return. Odd. Neuvillette could have asked a servant to return it for him.
“Did you need something?” she asked, trying to draw out his intentions.
He seemed a bit flustered by her simple question and tried to shift her attention to his book. “Ah, I was here to return this.”
It was obvious that there was something else, but she feigned ignorance for now. She scanned the cover with curiosity. “What is it?”
“Survey records. There was a land dispute and now that it’s been settled, I have no need for this at the moment anymore.”
“I see…”
He gently guided her to one of the shelves in the room, one that was flush against a wall and a bit hidden from view. Before them was a uniform collection of books with the same blue cover that the book in his hands had.
“This is where we keep official records related to the land, marriage certificates between prominent families, outdated laws for reference, and other items that may help me do my duties as the county’s judicial officer.”
Furina had never heard him talk about work until now. As they lived their separate but married lives, she never thought to ask either.
The way he talked about his area of expertise was knowledgeable and precise if a bit lengthy. Neuvillette continued to accompany her through the bookshelves, making sure to provide her with a long explanation of each section. It would have bored another person maybe, but Furina listened with rapt attention. Their lives were intertwined now; their future child would inherit her husband’s job, perhaps hers as well. At some point, he handed her the book so that she could examine what its contents were like.
To think that he’s only nineteen. Are all young nobles like this? Furina thought to herself. Even given the circumstances, it was still quite impressive to see how quickly Neuvillette acclimated to his role.
“And this belongs here,” she heard him say.
Furina thought that “here” meant the shelf directly in front of her so she stopped, but her assumption was wrong. Neuvillette bumped into her on his way to the shelf further down, and as a result, he knocked the book off of her hands.
Both of them made the attempt to catch the book before it fell. Furina made contact with it first but ended up hitting it back in the air. Neuvillette, with his much larger build, easily tipped her forward when he tried to reach it. Thankfully his other arm wrapped around her to prevent a fall.
“Ah, sorry!” She tried to twist herself around, but Neuvillette tightened his grip.
“It’s fine, are you okay?”
“I’m fine!”
“Hold on—”
It seemed that he was keeping his—their—balance with a forearm on the shelves. She hadn’t even noticed how tilted they were until Neuvillette finally moved both of them upright to plant their feet securely on the ground.
“Thank you,” she said.
She was torn between moving away and standing still. The sudden contact warmed her skin; his hold made her legs tremble.
Once more, she tried to turn around but Neuvillette stepped out of her view. After another attempt, he gripped her firmly on her shoulder to have her face the books instead. She didn’t know why she had to watch him put the book back in its proper slot or why he had to do it with her in the way. It seemed pointless to have him reach around her.
The weight of his chest against her back reminded her of their most recent tryst. It had been a few weeks but the memory remained vivid in her mind.
Neuvillette’s fingers paused on the spine of the book as if he was not ready to let go. She looked over her shoulder hoping that it would break him out of his trance, but he suddenly locked his eyes with hers before she could.
“Before you go,” he said, though she wasn’t planning to leave any time soon, “there is something that I would like to ask.”
She ignored the weird reaction for now and let him speak his mind. However, the air suddenly felt strange. She quickly looked away, pretending to fix a wrinkle on her dress.
“What is it?” she asked as if she didn’t notice a shift in the atmosphere.
“Are you…” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Are you with child yet?”
Roughly a month had passed since they were last intimate. He was likely inquiring as to whether or not they needed to try again. Such a private yet sensitive topic must have been the reason why he sought her out like this. Maybe her own initial approach back then was a bit too formal for his tastes.
That said, she thought about the current state of her body. Her period would have been due to start a few days ago, but that alone wasn’t confirmation. It might be late due to the stress of the new environment, but would stress also explain her slight aversion to cake all of the sudden? What about the tenderness in her breasts? She had been feeling a bit off as of late. Even with the help of a doctor, who would only ask her about her symptoms, the only way to confirm was to wait.
The answer was clear.
“No.”
Neuvillette held his breath as he processed her answer. A few seconds later, he nodded in understanding. His mouth opened to say something, closed, then opened again once he found the right words. His voice was careful when he finally spoke.
“When shall we try again?” he asked slightly above a whisper.
Her heart raced. He… He believed her.
No, why wouldn’t he? Of course he would. It wasn’t a lie— It’s not lying if you truly don’t know the truth!
“I have recently read, and have been told, that it is best to try for multiple days,” Neuvillette explained.
Her eyes widened.
“It appears that we’ve been going about this inefficiently. I should have done my own research sooner,” he continued. “But if you are willing, and only if you are willing, would you like to… try?”
“Try…?”
“For multiple days… Or until we’re certain.”
His hand slipped off her shoulder and cascaded all the way down to her waist. Leaning in closer, he curved his body into hers even further.
She swallowed and pressed her thighs together. “I-I am open to it,” she stuttered out.
Neuvillette leaned in closer. “You don’t need to force yourself.”
“I’m not. Are you…?”
“No.”
“Then,” she wet her lips, “we should start as soon as possible.”
“Yes… Shall we meet tonight?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Since nearly falling over, her rear had been pressed against something behind her. She didn’t realize it at first, but it was poking her. Instead of feeling flustered, she felt aroused.
“H-how about right now?” her small voice suggested.
Now it was Neuvillette’s turn to be rendered speechless. He suddenly groaned when she rubbed his hidden erection behind her, unknowingly guiding her hips into a better rhythm as his head fell to her shoulder.
That was enough to answer her question.
Furina braced herself on the shelves as Neuvillette hastily bundled her skirt to her waist. She held it out of the way for him. Since she was in the comfort of her home, there wasn’t much fabric to sift through, but he still didn’t remove anything. She was about to whine—she didn’t care if she came off as bratty—until he began to rut his bare member against her own covered heat.
He gasped. “You’re…”
“Hn…” She lowered her head, refusing to address why she was already soaked through.
The revelation made Neuvillette pull his cock away. He took a step back before she felt him pull down her underwear. Halfway down her thighs, a strand of wetness snapped and hit her skin, making her visibly clench before him. He stopped when he saw her raw core dripping with arousal. She felt herself pulse in sync with her heartbeat, making her wonder if he could see it as well. The longer he stared, the more she felt herself drip.
And then he resumed, leading her underwear down past her ankles so she could step out of them. He took it right after and pocketed it for safekeeping.
Furina stayed in the same position as he ogled her in silence. Was she so depraved that she was willing to endure the humiliation? Or… did she simply want to feel desired?
His hands caressed her hips and her thighs with long, firm strokes. He seemed to have knelt down for a better look between her legs. If this was his way of showing approval then she could…
Unable to resist, she arched her back slightly, revealing more of herself to him. She heard him suck in his breath before he hastily stood behind her once more.
He made her take two steps forward so that she was standing upright again, then he lifted her by the waist, making her legs clamp together before setting her back down. In the brief moment of confusion, his cock had wedged itself in the gap between her thighs. She shivered as it harshly brushed against her folds, and before long, his hips were thrusting as if he was taking her from behind.
One of his hands snaked down to her front, making sure to press his cock harder against her cunt. Such a thing was not conducive to their goal at all, but she still found it incredibly erotic, making her whimper regardless.
Neuvillette’s moans were lower, less likely to be heard from outside. Her moans, however, were much higher and could echo easily through a room. They weren’t in the safety of his quarters where their servants would know better than to disturb them. The few who had known Neuvillette since childhood were likely under the impression that their lord was not unprincipled enough to take his own wife in the library.
But they were wrong. Their lord was indeed capable of such lewd acts. Little did they know that the viscount was willing to defile the sanctity of the library just to fulfill his wife’s request. It couldn’t simply be because she asked either. After all, he was the one pleasuring himself with her thighs. She did not ask for that, she did not even consider such a thing was possible, yet her husband was swift when the opportunity arose. Furina held a hand over her mouth, but since it didn’t quite contain her moans, she also bit her lips.
And just when she thought that she had herself under control, Neuvillette sunk into her inviting, impatient heat.
“Oh—!” She clamped her mouth shut immediately.
He pressed a slender finger to her lips. “Shh…”
Shushing her now? As if the fault was hers! Nevermind the thrill she felt, he could have warned her! Unable to argue back verbally, she squeezed her walls tight enough to make her husband’s hips stutter. She smiled triumphantly though her victory was rather short lived. His hips snapped up in retaliation, sending Furina into another babble of moans.
Since his earlier attempt was fruitless, he kissed her instead, but with such a weird angle his thrusts slowed to a stop. That wouldn’t do of course, so he flipped her around, lifted her, and speared her on his cock.
Her scream was muffled into his shoulder along with any sounds that loosely slipped out. Neuvillette gave her no time to recover, not with his cock twitching every few seconds and ready to burst.
“D-deep…” she whimpered against his shirt. Her legs shook from the shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. “Y-you went in so deep…!”
Her words made his fingers dig deeper into her flesh. Neuvillette doubled his efforts and rocked his hip faster, harder, until he lifted her up almost completely. Then, not a second later, he slammed her down thrice in quick, hard succession.
Furina screamed into his shirt, shamelessly covering the two of them with a small amount of squirt. She couldn’t care less, not when she was rewarded with a thick load of cum.
The two of them stilled for a moment to catch their breaths, savoring the orgasms they brought to each other. Neuvillette pressed her against the bookshelf only so that he could grab her face and kiss her deeply. When they pulled away, a string of saliva broke between them, and Furina was able to see the debauched state of her husband’s face.
He was a mess and yet he had never appeared more attractive than when he looked ravaged by pleasure. There was a pink blush covering his face, ears, and parts of his neck. His pupils were blown wide with lust, and his mouth was smeared with the color she wore on her lips. The traces of her lipstick gave off the impression that he had been claimed, and with the way that he looked at her and only her, it was obvious by who.
Furina rocked her hips and moaned. Instead of continuing there, Neuvillette carried her across the floor and towards a table tucked in the corner. She kept his eyes on him as he scanned the messy surface. He used one hand to move a few things from the desk—it impressed her that he held her up with one arm—and sent a few writing utensils clattering to the ground. The two of them ignored the possible mess as she was set down on the table with her legs circled around his waist.
But he unwrapped her legs soon after only to hook her ankles over his shoulders. Not once did they break eye contact, not even when he entered her again.
He went deeper at this position, meeting her womb in one simple slide. His slow, languid thrusts felt gentle compared to the feral hunger burning in his eyes. The light purple of his irises appeared darker than before, making her see the glow of blues and reds that she didn’t notice before. She trembled, unable to look away, as he eyed her like a predator ready to eat its prey. He was intent to devour her when he caged his arms around her and locked her legs in place.
The desk shook as his thrusts intensified. Faster, harder, Furina drowned through waves of pleasure right beneath him. He grasped the side of her face, preventing her from thrashing her head onto the hard surface and keeping her eyes on him.
She wondered what thoughts raced through his head. What did he think of this marriage? What did he think of her? Did he want her, all of her, beyond what she could just give?
Their foreheads touched as Neuvillette’s eyes shut tight and his hips went into a frenzy. He barely bit back his moans as he flooded her womb with cum, making sure to bury his cock deep so none would spill.
Furina came to the sensation of being filled with his seed. To hold back her scream, she pressed her mouth into the hand cradling her face.
Nevillette hissed as her walls pulsed around him. “Let it take,” Neuvillette growled softly in her ear. “It must take.”
D-does it have to? If it does then will we ever…?
“You sound impatient,” she whispered shakily, wanting him to elaborate.
Her sudden response surprised him, and he locked their eyes together. Meanwhile he was still cumming.
“It frustrates me that I failed,” he confessed. “I thought I had bred you thoroughly and yet it wasn’t enough.”
Her eyes widened at the indecent words coming out of his refined mouth. She wanted… She wanted to hear more of it. She whimpered as his cock released another powerful spurt, filling her so much that she felt it trickle out where they connected. And he was thorough, he likely succeeded too, but revealing that now would only push him away.
It stung to hurt his ego like this for her own selfish reasons. How long would it take for him to notice the subtle signs? How long could she really draw out this little ruse of hers? She thought back to how he used her thighs. Surely he wouldn’t be mad if she didn’t “know” until much later.
She buried her face into his neck. As much as she tried to suppress it, her mouth twitched into a cunning smile.
***
“Do you think that’s enough?” Furina panted with both exhaustion and satisfaction.
“It might be too early to tell.” Neuvillette, with his cock still inside, reached around and rubbed the area below her navel. It was no longer as flat as it was on their wedding night.
“Is that so?” She looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Then I suppose we’ll have to keep trying just to be safe.”
“Just to be safe indeed…”
***
They faced each other on the messy bed, nude except for a blanket over their hips. Neuvillette, who was barely an arm’s length away, continued to trace his fingers over the curve of her waist in silence.
The swell in her belly was more obvious now. Her husband couldn’t keep his attention away from it. Still, they insisted that it was not sufficient proof of conception. Missing a period for a second time in a row had happened before in her life, and her weight gain was normal given her appetite had grown.
Their staff continued to wait for the time when the viscountess would finally announce the news. Her maids said nothing when her clothes needed a few adjustments. They never even made any comments when developed a habit of running her hands below her stomach. The chefs were the same when their lord became more involved with the menu. It was simply nice for them to see how the viscount doted on his wife and her recently fickle appetite.
“Might I suggest that you reside in my room from now on?” Neuvillette suddenly asked.
“Oh? For what reason?” Furina said, feigning ignorance.
“You’ve been spending most of your nights here nowadays. I figured that you’ve developed a preference for the new bed.” he reasoned. “Worry not, both the bed and this room can accommodate two. Your belongings may stay in your room if you’d like, but you are free to retire to my quarters once the day ends… even if we’re not trying to conceive.”
“Won’t I be in your way?”
“No, never.” He pulled a strand of her hair to his lips. “Once our heir grows within you, I would also like to keep you close— to ensure your wellbeing throughout your pregnancy that is.”
“Are those the only reasons?”
“Well…” He cleared his throat. “You will be in a rather fragile state. Watching over your wellbeing was part of my vows.”
“And once our child is born?”
“Ah, it would also be best if you continued to reside here. We will have our child’s crib within both of our reach. However, you may want to return to your room on occasion to sleep uninterrupted.”
“What about you? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Furina, nothing I do will compare to carrying our child in your body.”
He had such a way with words. It was true that he was simply promising to perform the duties of any decent husband. She was confident that he would follow through with them as well. So why did they sound so sweet? Why did they sway her heart so?
“We’ll switch from time to time depending on how we fare,” she compromised. “And what about when our child outgrows their crib?”
“This is the viscount and viscountess’s room. You may stay here for as long as you’d like,” he said. “This home is yours as much as it is mine.”
Furina looked at him with stars in her eyes. “Very well then. Your wish is my command.”
“It was not a wish, but a suggestion.”
“Then you do not wish for it?”
He pursed his lips and a blush formed across his cheeks. “…I would not suggest the arrangement if I was not alright with it.”
“Hmm… I’ll accept that answer for now.”
Furina giggled softly to herself. We’ll get there eventually.
Her husband never failed to amuse her in his own way. She closed her eyes, basking in his featherlight touches that soon turned into soothing caresses. The bed shifted beneath her, and the weight of a heavier blanket fell over her shoulders. There was no need to open her eyes in order to scoot towards the familiar warmth in front of her. Even if she was a bit off, Neuvillette was there to guide her properly into his arms.
The crackling of the fireplace and the light sounds of rain lulled the two of them to sleep.
***
Several months later, Egeria rejoiced. Just as the doctors predicted, a set of twins were born.
“One for Neuvillette and one for Fontaine!” she happily said.
“I hope they don’t fight over succession…” Furina worriedly said.
“Let’s see what they’d like to do first,” Neuvillette interjected. “I don’t want them to feel burdened with predetermined paths.”
The small family watched over the bundle of joys fast asleep in their cradles. Egeria was tempted to poke at their cheeks but held back to let the babies sleep. Seeing how disheveled their parents were, it was probably best to prolong the peace for now.
The Viscount and Viscountess of Neuvillette were polished as best as they could for the first visitation. Despite that, their dark circles were evident under their eyes. They remained energetic however, matching the new grandmother’s energy and excitement over the new generation of their shared family.
“It looks like you’re both getting along well,” Egeria commented after seeing how close the two stood with one another. “I’m glad I approached the young lord back then.”
“And I am eternally grateful for entrusting your daughter to me,” Neuvillette responded politely.
“I’m just happy that you’ve both turned out to be such a good pair. There are many people who are envious of your harmony, you know?”
“Do you think your astute business sense detected that Lev was going to be a fine investment?” Furina brought up.
Now that there were two more Neuvillettes added to the family, it was only proper that Furina got used to referring to her husband by his given name instead. Though by now, Egeria had gotten used to it as well as many others in their circle.
“I paid a hefty sum to look into him so there was that too,” the older woman chuckled, then she looked back at the twins. “They don’t seem identical now that I look closer at their faces. One distinctly looks like my daughter, the other more like her father…”
Furina’s face suddenly brightened. “Oh! That reminds me, I can’t wait for you to see their eyes. One of them inherited yours!”
“Really?! Which?”
“We’ll have to wait and see!”
And just as those words left her mouth, a pair of wails started to erupt nearby. The three of them quickly rushed to the cradles. Furina offered her mother one child while Neuvillette carried the other.
“Ah, they must have sensed that we were talking about them,” Neuvillette said, trying to soothe the child who mirrored his wife.
“I’ve already fed them…” Furina sighed and pouted. She turned around to look for a toy on the floor.
“It’s her!” Egeria exclaimed once the baby in her arms opened her eyes. “They’re just like mine, as you said!” Indeed, the youngest peered up at their grandmother yet her cries only softened once it did. “It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with something like this…”
“Then I suppose you won’t visit often…” her daughter said in a lighthearted tone.
“When did I ever say that?”
“Here.” Furina handed both of them a small plush with a bell.
Both husband and mother did their best to soothe the cries of each twin with the little dolls. They didn’t work, neither did any of the other toys scattered about. At that point, Egeria wondered if they could find a foolproof solution if they expanded their business into toys.
Twin cherubs for the mascot… Or maybe something more subtle like otters…?