The Seed Thief

Having reached climax three times on the terrace, Lulu felt exhausted. It was only thanks to her childhood spent running through the forests that she hadn’t collapsed from exhaustion. The problem was that Ervandas possessed stamina far superior to hers.

She could feel his cock, momentarily subsided, slowly regaining its strength beneath his wet formal pants. As he pressed against her again, showing no signs of backing down, Lulu pushed him away and chided him gently,

“Er, we have to go back.”

They could still salvage the situation, she thought. Her skirt might be torn, but if she wore Er’s cloak… maybe they could slip away unnoticed. Or she could use magic…

However, Ervandas said in a bewildered tone,

“Go back? Looking like this?”

…She wanted to shout, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“Lulu, if we go out there now, they’ll all know.”

“So what? You’re the one who…”

“They’ll know that we didn’t actually do it. That we just fumbled around a bit.”

…What?

A subtle madness tinged Ervandas’s voice. Lulu looked up at him. He was smiling, but there was a glint of something unhinged in his eyes.

“Lulu, what I want to show them is…”

Ervandas unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his fully erect penis.

“…a man who has thoroughly ravished his wife on the terrace. If we just go back after a little groping, they’ll think I’m impotent.”

Lulu felt dizzy. Seriously, why was Er losing it over a dress and some lingerie? She even wondered if someone had cast a spell on the clothes without her knowing.

Ervandas wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

“I know you’re not satisfied yet either.”

“…”

Lulu couldn’t deny his words. She knew, all too well, the overwhelming pleasure his penis could give her. Fingers and a little rubbing wouldn’t satisfy her.

“Spread your legs. Come on.”

Lulu squeezed her eyes shut and slowly spread her legs. She knew this was madness. But her desire to go all the way with him in this state was even stronger.

Ervandas chuckled chuckled as she obeyed.

“I meant open your mouth.”

“Er…”

Annoyed at his teasing, Lulu tried to climb down from the railing. But Ervandas was faster. He precisely aligned the tip of his penis with her entrance and whispered,

“Open wide.”

He cupped her face with one hand, forcing her small mouth open. Ervandas gazed at the red, wet flesh inside.

“I’m going to fill you up.”

And then, his tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting deep, his cock following suit.

Lulu moaned as he thrust powerfully into her. Even with prolonged foreplay, it was always a struggle to accommodate his size. But his tongue, which filled her mouth, swallowed all her moans.

It felt like lightning had struck her from head to toe as it entered the deepest part of her at once.

Ervandas didn’t give her a chance to adjust. He plunged into her in a single, forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and then pulled back. Her inner walls, caught off guard, clenched tightly around him as if begging him not to leave. Ervandas, too, was overwhelmed by a wave of intense pleasure that made his vision white out.

A husband fucking his wife like a dog, hidden from the eyes of the people at the banquet.

How depraved and thrilling.

He wanted to give this small, delicate body, clinging and writhing beneath him, immense pleasure as well. Ervandas’s tongue swirled inside her mouth, exploring her, tasting her. Her mouth was as small and narrow above as her lower mouth. He always had to be careful, but at the same time, he wanted to stretch her, to make her accommodate him better.

If he kept her mouths full like this all day long, wouldn’t it mold itself to his shape?

Fueled by his lewd desire, Ervandas pushed himself deeper, both above and below. Her warmth, her wetness, and the way she took him in so eagerly felt even more endearing today.

Her soft flesh quivered around him, her juices coating his cock. He could hear the wet sounds of their coupling.

Then Ervandas felt a pang of regret. It was nice to swallow Lulu whole but he wanted to hear her sweet moans.

He ravaged her throat with his tongue, then reluctantly pulled away, his gaze lingering on her lips. Swollen from his rough kisses, her lips were even redder than usual. They looked so tempting that he wanted to kiss her again.

“Hah, hah…”

Ervandas tightened his grip on her hips.

His thrusts, momentarily paused, resumed with a renewed intensity. Lulu trembled, her arms tightening around his neck.

“Ah, ahh, nnngh, ungh!”

She couldn’t hold back her moans.

“Wait! Do you hear that?”

Suddenly, voices came from around the corner. Lulu quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She had been too loud.

“…!”

She bit her lip hard. Even though they were some distance away, if she made a sound again, they would definitely hear her.

‘I-I need to… cast a silencing spell…’

She reached out with her free hand, her fingers moving to draw the spell formation. At that moment, Ervandas moved more forcefully, his thrusts deliberately rough.

He wouldn’t let her use magic.

In the end, Lulu bit her lip and swallowed her moans. With her arms wrapped around his neck, her soft gasps reached only Ervandas’s ears.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction, and increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. His cock, a relentless force, showed no signs of slowing down.

Lulu dug her nails into his neck. The stinging pain only heightened their pleasure. The fear of being caught, the thrill of their forbidden tryst, was insanely embarrassing and stimulating. 

Ervandas, after a series of thrusts and withdrawals, pushed deep inside her again and rotated his hips. Lulu cried out as the massive, hard club grinding against her insides. Every part of her body, even the parts that hadn’t been particularly sensitive before, was now acutely aware of him, as if her entire being had become a receptive vessel for his pleasure.

Their desire built, their bodies tensed. They both sensed that their climax was near. And at the moment the grand bell rang, signaling the start of the dance, Lulu and Er reached their peak together.

The murmurs from around the corner faded, replaced by music drifting from the ballroom. Without a word, they leaned into each other, catching their breath as they listened to the music.

After a while, he slowly pulled out of her. Her pussy, stretched and swollen from his relentless pounding, gaped open, leaking his cum.

He had released so much that the thick fluid trickled down her thighs, leaving a noticeable stain on the railing. As Lulu struggled to wipe away the embarrassing evidence, Ervandas stopped her and quickly cleaned it with his formal jacket.

The tailor would probably faint if he saw this, but Ervandas didn’t care at the moment.

Lulu tried to climb down from the railing, but her legs buckled. She grabbed onto Ervandas for support.

“I… I can’t walk…”

It was no surprise, considering how thoroughly he had pounded into her. Her thighs ached, and her body felt weak.

“I never intended for you to walk back.”

Ervandas scooped her into his arms.

“Er, what are you…”

“Hold on tight.”

And then, before she could protest, he jumped.

It was only the second floor, but the ballroom was located in a high-ceilinged building. Yet, Ervandas landed lightly and effortlessly straightened up. Lulu, whose heart had leaped into her throat during the fall, leaned against his chest.

‘Whatever. Er will take care of it.’

He would never expose her like this to anyone else. So he would find a way to get them back to their room unnoticed.

And he would come up with an excuse for their sudden disappearance from the banquet hall.

Lulu, placing her complete trust in the predator who had just devoured her, relaxed in his arms.

Ervandas smiled, holding his exhausted wife close.

Thinking they should return to the detached palace and then, as always, he would pleasure her until dawn.

* * *

The next day, Sharia, the mages, and the royal palace’s tailors were summoned to the detached palace.

They bowed before Ervandas, who was dressed neatly as always.

‘Master Lulu! You said you would protect us!’

But Lulu was nowhere to be seen. As they were shivering, thinking that we were now dead, Ervandas spoke.

“You suggested that dress to Lulu.”

“Y-yes!”

“Do you have those designs now?”

“Here they are! Please spare us!”

The tailors took the design drawings from the bag they always carried and handed them to him. Ervandas accepted them, frowning. At his expression, they had a fleeting glimpse of their future self hanging on the gallows.

“Hmm…”

His next words must be, “I’ll cut your throats!” they thought. Just as they were about to plea…

“Make them all. Every single one of them.”

“…Yes?”

What they offered was rather radical designs. But make them all? Was this the king’s taste?

Leaving them standing there dumbfounded, Ervandas stood up.

“And when it’s finished, bring it to me, not to Lulu. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, Your Highness!”

“Now, you’re dismissed.”

Relieved to be dismissed without further questioning, the mages and tailors embraced each other, tears of joy streaming down their faces. We’re alive!

Ervandas turned and headed deeper into the detached palace. Entering their bedroom, the innermost chamber, he smiled at the sight of his naked wife lying on the bed. His smile was brighter than ever.

“Have you been waiting long, Lulu?”

“Er… I really… can’t…”

“I know. You’re still not satisfied.”

“That’s not… I need to rest…”

“Yes. I’ll do all the work so you can relax.”

Uttering such ridiculous words, Ervandas removed his shirt. His muscular body, marked with scratches and bite marks, was revealed beneath the white fabric. He climbed on top of his wife, and thought to himself,

‘I’m more petty than I thought.’

Just thinking about the people who saw Lulu’s beautiful appearance at the banquet made his blood boil. He parted her legs with his knees and gripped his already hardening penis.

Her entrance, despite his all-night efforts, was still tight. He intended to stay inside her until he could recall the image of her entering the banquet hall without feeling aroused.

* * *

None of the outfits Ervandas had entrusted to the tailors ever appeared at the banquet. When the mages and tailors subtly asked Lulu when she planned to wear them, she blushed, mumbled an incoherent excuse, and hurried away.

She couldn’t tell them the truth.

She had already worn those outfits.

And she couldn’t let them know those gowns were now ripped, stained, and utterly ruined.