Lizzy Poliana Claudia (6)

The warm morning replaced the fading dawn.

Opening his eyes, Ferzen turned his head and looked at his numb left arm.

With her slender hands, Yuriel had snatched his arm, holding it against her body.

As he watched her, Ferzen seriously pondered whether he should remove his arm or let her be.

His previous worries were forgotten at this moment.

"Mnn..."

Like a child, Yuriel tossed and turned, nestling herself even deeper in his embrace.

Complying with her wish, Ferzen pulled up the blankets in order to better cover her body as he gazed at the gentle sunlight peering down into the room.

The Imperial dungeons were unlikely to allow this sort of luxury.

It's said that those who pursue revenge, in the end, become the same as their targets.

However, if such a thing is true, then why are those who had pursued revenge against him locked in a filthy cell without even the grace of the sun, while the villain is partaking in any matter of comfort he can achieve?

Rustle-.

Rustle…..

Yuriel began to stir more frequently, as her eyelids slowly fluttered open, showing her beautiful purple eyes gleaming with a slight confusion.

Seeing such an innocent look on her, Ferzen gently trucked her disheveled hair and gently kissed her forehead.

"Ah..."

Even in her dazed state, she couldn't forget the feel of his touch, the scent of his skin, and the mesmerizing crimson orbs that stared at her.

Smiling widely, Yuriel snuggled even closer to her husband, as her sleepy mind slowly became fully awake.

Sliide-.

The blanket that covered the couple was pulled down, allowing the cold morning air to bathe their naked flesh.

Yuriel, still relying on Ferzen's warth, enjoyed this blissful moment.

She simply adored the feeling of her bare skin rubbing against his toned body.

When Ferzen's morning excitement poked at her thigh, she moved a little, allowing her to squeeze his shaft between her comforting legs.

"We … .Can do it if you want..."

Ferzen smiled at Yuriel's flirtatious behavior, as his hand ran through her hair.

"I'm afraid that we won't have time for that; we must head back soon."

"..."

Back to the Capital, where Euphemia and Laura awaited.

The most critical part of analyzing Roer's feedback was over.

And the evidence collected in the Claudia Family's state will take a while to be processed.

While it is true that they were no longer needed in the Imperial Palace...

She couldn't help but be a bit annoyed at the hurry Ferzen was displaying.

"Now…..There's no need for you to sulk."

Seeing Yuriel's pout, Ferzen gently reached out his hand and rubbed her furrowed eyebrows.

Her current expression was something Ferzen considered precious.

Smooch-.

Kissing his wife on her lips, he tried to get up from the bed, but…..

Grab-!

Two slender hands gripped his arm and pushed him onto the bed. In a flash, Yuriel had straddled him.

"The morning...Is longer than you'd think."

"..."

"Besides, we won't take long, so there's nothing to worry about."

Her long and lustrous obsidian black hair brushed against his cheek.

With a confident look, but with a slightly rosy expression, Yuriel grasped his member and slowly lowered her hips, allowing it to invade her tight folds.

Jerk-!

Her abdomen bulged slightly, as his member filled her, bringing back the familiar pressure on the entrance of her womb.

Straightening her body, Yuriel opened her mouth, as her ample chest stuck out vulgarly.

"Did you know, I've always been quite talented in horsemanship?"

There wasn't a horse she couldn't tame.

Shifting her waist a little, Yuriel added.

"So you...Since you have such a…..Big manly cock…..Just like a horse…..You can be tamed as well..."

Ferzen laughed at her strange provocation as he stared at her bouncing hips and slamming her bottom against his body.

"Hmph...!"

With a simple thrust from him, Yuriel ceased her movements as her legs trembled.

Truly an inexplicable talent for horsemanship.

Reaching out to her, Ferzen wrapped one arm around her waist and immediately changed their positions.

"Ah...!"

In an instant, Yuriel, the horse rider, fell off her mount and was crushed by its weight.

Her large breasts were pressured against the bed, and she was back into her standing as the beast's toy.

After all, how could she have tamed such a creature when what she had been riding was a hungry wolf and not a horse?

As punishment for her sin, the hungry wolf forced Yuriel to present him with her bottom, revealing her twitching anus in all its glory.

She struggled, trying to run from it, but the large hands gripping her bottom and spreading it wide would not allow it.

Creaaak-!

"Ugh…..! Ah….!"

As she tried to force him off her, the hungry wolf grabbed her arms and held them behind her.

Clutch!

Thrust-!!!

"No~~Aang….."

His hands now seized the reins of the horse, robbing her of her freedom.

Yuriel let out an animalistic groan as his monstrous length abused her cervix.

Her fleshy mounds jiggled with every thrust, a stark reminder of who was taming who at this moment.

"S-stop! Ahhhh! Y-You...!"

How long has it been since she had been used like this?

Her pitiful waist and arms were secured by him, pulling her body in an arc of pain and pleasure.

Squelch-!

A lustful sound echoed in the room, drowning the pleasure created by the repeated movements of their hips.

Ferzen, now sweating from their intercourse, felt his climax nearing as he released his grip on Yuriel's arms.

"Ah..."

Without him to support her, Yuriel lunged forward, but Ferzen carefully wrapped his arms around her figure.

Brush-.

She simply loved the feel of his hands caressing her breasts and her tender navel.

Especially her navel, which bulged following his thrusts.

Spuuurt-!

"Mnnnn..."

Thrusting one last time, his pelvis pressed hard against her hips, and Yuriel could feel his warm seed pouring into her.

His large hands pressed her navel, near the location of her womb, and she could clearly feel his seed invading her most sacred place.

"Ouch...! T-that...!"

Yuriel moaned as Ferzen pressured down on her navel.

Perhaps he wished to confirm that his seed had arrived in her womb.

'Is he...'

Maybe it was a male curiosity.

"This...This is the place where I received your seed...And only your seed..."

Yuriel smiled as she layered her hand on top of his.

"Your seed filled my womb...So don't press it too hard….."

"..."

"If you do it, then I might leak..."

"Haha...."

It is something incredible that a woman can stir the most primal instincts of a man with only a couple of words.

Smooch-!

"Hmm..."

Raising her body, Ferzen kissed her nape, as his seed poured out of her.

He had proved that the idea that those who seek revenge, in the end, become equals to their enemy was false.

Now, The only thing left to prove is that things like 'Karma' and beliefs like 'Justice will prevail' are also lies.

* * * * *

"Cough..."

While having breakfast, Laura, sitting across Euphemia, coughed cutely.

She immediately turned away and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, but Euphemia didn't seem to have noticed it.

'...Why didn't you follow them…..'

Euphemia's seemingly calm demeanor put Laura on edge, as she constantly shifted in her seat.

It was like watching someone angry and frustrated, but instead of displaying those feelings, they were covered behind a smile.

Now that she had become involved with Ferzen, Laura couldn't help but cringe in the presence of Euphemia.

Regardless of her humble origins, the fact that the man favored her so much...

Laura felt suffocated by such an unspoken hierarchy.

On the other hand, blind to Laura's internal conflict, Euphemia continued to eat for the sake of her child.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't annoyed that Yuriel had followed Ferzen, even when he had told them to wait for him.

Still, Euphemia didn't do as Yuriel did.

Since she had become pregnant with his child and from the death of Ciel Midford.

If she wanted to know something, then he would tell her.

And even if she didn't ask, he'd tell her even then.

However, since he told her to not come with him.

It was likely that something unpleasant and distasteful was connected to this incident that he didn't want her to see.

Yuriel probably believed that as his wife, she had a duty to accompany him even then.

...But Euphemia saw things a little differently.

A married couple without secrets between them was a beautiful thing.

How could a relationship based on mutual support, even of their ugly side, be a bad thing?

But, Euphemia also idealized the thought of hiding their ugliest parts from their partners, showing only their good.

"..."

No.

That wasn't the full truth.

A part of her still wanted to copy Yuriel's actions and go to the Imperial Palace with him.

She wanted to share everything with Ferzen.

But one thing kept her from doing it.

It was Ferzen Von Schweig Louerg himself.

Her loving husband who shared her surname.

Euphemia knew that he hid his ugly side from her.

Even then, she still wished for them to become the idealized versions of a husband and wife.

If only she could give birth to their child sooner...

She remembered his promise to tell her everything as soon as their child was born.

And so she tried to rein in her greed while smiling wryly.

Yuriel Wayne Dayna Alfred.

She surely wished to get a little ahead, using the idealized form of marriage as her excuse.

What would happen if her intentions were discovered?

For a woman with the disposition of a thieving cat, she lacked patience.

"Thank you for the meal."

After finishing her meal, Euphemia wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood up.

Then, she walked towards her room in order to resume her studies in prenatal education...

Creek!

The faint sounds of the carriage wheels caught her attention as she paused her steps on the staircase.

There was a chance she misheard it, but Euphemia felt compelled to go down the stairs and approach the main door.

Click-!

"Ah..."

Her intuition was proven correct as the door opened to reveal Ferzen's figure.

She smiled at him and reached her hands towards him, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"..."

For a moment, Ferzen was caught off guard, as Euphemia's sudden appearance was surprising.

As he smelled the faint scent of milk wafting from her, Ferzen gently returned her embrace.

"...I'm back."

"...Hn, Welcome home."

Euphemia nuzzled her face against his chest like a child as she looked up at him.

"..."

Meanwhile, Yuriel concealed her annoyance at Euphemia's complete disregard for her presence.

She was truly tempted to say something in order to ruin the moment, but her pride wouldn't allow her to give in to such childish jealousy.

Swish-.

"..."

Euphemia, whose head was receiving Ferzen's affection, slowly turned and looked at her, with a smirk on her face...

'Tsk...'

Yuriel couldn't help but frown at this.

Was she implying that no matter how hard she tried, she would always be his 'Mistress' and nothing more?

"You must be tired, right? Come, let's head inside."

"Yes."

Euphemia's grip on Ferzen tightened as she accompanied him towards the stairs.

After closing the door, Yuriel too, followed them, but this strange uncomfortable feeling wouldn't leave her alone.

It was as if the lingering scent of Euphemia's breast milk needled at her nerves.

Yes...At that moment, Yuriel decided that she truly hated this scent.