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Next Morning.
Eren’s body tingled, too sore to move.
He couldn’t even feel his limbs properly, and his voice was hoarse.
When he half-opened his eyes, sunlight streamed in from the window.
“Hahhk…”
A moan escaped him as he lay motionless, only his eyes darting around.
By now, maids should have brought washing water—but no one came.
Ashard must have warned them off.
‘Ugh… I can’t move.’
After being ravaged all night, it was no surprise.
A sharp pain shot through his waist as he grimaced.
When he tried to sit up, something heavy weighed him down—Ashard’s arm, still draped over him after hours of holding him captive.
He tried to push it off, but his trembling hands lacked strength.
Turning his head slightly, he saw Ashard’s sleeping face, breathing softly.
He must be exhausted from the hunt… I shouldn’t wake him.
‘But I can’t stay like this…’
Despite collapsing into sleep, he felt oddly refreshed.
It was probably past noon—he needed to prepare for the evening banquet.
Meanwhile, Ashard, already awake, smirked at Eren’s squirming.
Like a trapped squirrel.
‘Hmm, should I tease him a little?’
Pretending to shift in his sleep, Ashard delighted as Eren jolted in his arms.
The flustered tension in his back was obvious.
A faint wet sound echoed with every movement.
Was it still inside all night?
The sensation was unfamiliar—had he passed out mid-act?
No way he slept with it still in…
Trapped by Ashard’s embrace, Eren could only lie there, burning with embarrassment.
Though no one would walk in, he bit back his moans—until a sudden thrust forced a whimper out.
“Hah—ahh…!”
By the third time, Eren realized Ashard was awake and clenched down hard.
The sudden pressure ripped a groan from Ashard.
“Ngh…!”
“If you’re awake, stop playing around and get up…!”
“I thought you’d be sore after how rough we were yesterday. Seems I underestimated you. You’re still gripping me so tightly.”
As if urging him to relax, Ashard gave Eren’s backside a light slap.
It wasn’t painful, but with how deeply he was buried inside, the plush flesh jiggled enticingly.
“Hah—s-stop it!”
Eren protested loudly, but Ashard only chuckled and kneaded one cheek lazily.
If he’d truly hated it, he would’ve already pushed him away and run.
“So this is your preference, Eren? My apologies for not realizing sooner.”
“It’s n-not!”
“Oh? Your ears are practically burning red.”
Amused by how easily Eren reacted to his teasing, Ashard let out a low laugh.
If this was what Eren liked, indulging him occasionally wouldn’t hurt—but treating him too harshly was out of the question.
His body was far too delicate for that.
Not that Ashard’s conscience, long since discarded, cared to remind him now.
“If you’re fine, then—”
“No more! I c-can’t take any… nngh…!”
His voice caught, words dissolving into a strained whimper.
Still, he knew exactly what Ashard was implying, so cutting him off was the priority.
Ignoring the glare demanding he pull out, Ashard gave a sharp thrust.
Even after sleeping inside him, he’d grown stiff again overnight.
“Hah—! I-I told you… to s-stop, ah—!”
“If you really hated it, you’d have pushed me away the moment you woke up.”
“Y-You— ngh!—made sure… I couldn’t… escape, ah—!”
“Liar. You didn’t can’t—you didn’t want to. Did you really not expect this, my dear?”
Arshad’s cock drove deeper, as if trying to pierce through Eren’s stomach.
Each thrust robbed him of breath, leaving only ragged moans in their wake.
“Well, even if you didn’t, it’s too late now.”
The slick sounds of their joining grew wetter, lewd squelches filling the air as Eren’s body greedily took him in.
Though they’d spent the night tangled together, doing this in broad daylight brought a different kind of shame.
The blanket slid away with their frantic movements.
Ashard hooked his hands behind Eren’s knees, spreading him wider before pounding into him with renewed force.
The lewd slap of skin and the obscene wetness of their coupling echoed between them—muffled only by the sheets.
“S-Slower… haah—!”
“Hah, you’re not telling me to stop this time.”
With a dark chuckle, Ashard bit down on a lingering kiss mark, making Eren jolt and cry out.
The sharp sting, paired with the relentless thrusts, arched his slender back like a drawn bow.
“Should we skip the banquet today?”
“Th-That’s… ridiculous, ah—!”
Of course it was.
The guest of honor couldn’t just vanish—not when the royal family was hosting.
Even as the Empress’s brother and a duke of the empire, Ashard couldn’t afford to disrespect the palace.
Which left only one conclusion.
To emphasize it, Ashard pulled out slightly before slamming back in, the filthy squelch ringing beneath the covers.
“Guess we’ll just have to finish before the banquet.”
“Nngh—! W-We need… to prep— ah!—pare…!”
“Prepare? For what? Who are you trying to impress?”
He knew Eren meant logistical preparations, not primping—but Ashard asked anyway, jealousy lacing his voice.
Eren tried to answer, but the words shattered into a moan as Ashard’s cock raked over his insides, veins dragging deliciously against his walls.
Eren’s body shook helplessly with each deep thrust.
Whether it was muscle memory from last night or sheer need, the ache had faded, replaced by molten heat.
His mind screamed that they had to stop—but instinct won, raw and demanding.
“Ah—! D-Deeper… please—!”
“Good boy. If you beg so sweetly, how could I refuse?”
Thwack—!
Another slap landed on Eren’s already reddened skin, the plush flesh quivering with every snap of Ashard’s hips.
When Eren arched up to meet him, Ashard groaned.
“You love taking me like this, don’t you? Poor thing, holding back all this time.”
“D-Don’t… say that— ah!—nngh!”
The moment Eren pleaded for more, Ashard’s pace turned brutal, his cock pistoning ruthlessly, carving into him with animalistic hunger.
Eren’s cries pitched higher, his body thrashing as pleasure overwhelmed him.
“You’re clinging to me so desperately—begging for it.”
He couldn’t deny it.
His body moved on its own, hips rolling to take Ashard deeper, chasing the bliss that came with every thrust.
Exhausting as it was, he loved it—loved the way Ashard’s face twisted with pleasure, loved the stretch of him inside.
“Hah—ah! Nngh—!”
A gush of clear fluid spilled from Eren’s entrance as his body convulsed—another dry orgasm, just like last night.
“If this is the artifact’s side effect… I can’t complain.”
With a groan, Ashard followed, spilling deep inside.
Yet even after both had climaxed, their coupling didn’t end.
It wasn’t until Eren’s body glistened with sweat and spend that Ashard finally pulled away, announcing they should prepare for the banquet.
Glaring weakly, Eren forced out hoarse words:
“You’re… infuriating… I hate you… Ashard.”
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