“Aang, ngh, mmmh! Hngh, ah…!”

 

Under Hissin’s merciless thrusts, Dahlia felt like a boulder rolling down a mountain. 

 

Every time the heavy, dull pleasure slammed into her body, everything around her shook, and her vision blurred.

 

Grind, grrrind…

 

With Hissin’s fierce movements driving into her, the table they were on gradually slid backward. 

 

Since the table, made of black ironwood and as heavy as marble, was being pushed like this, it was only natural that the joints were swelling red.

 

Her two arms, which had been flailing without time to even hold back her moans, were soon caught by Hissin and firmly tied to something. 

 

She was startled for a moment when she realized it was his own clothes that he had just torn, but the intense heat that followed made her unable to care about even that.

 

“Spread your legs wider, Dahlia.”

 

“Mmmh, ah, ngh…!”

 

“So I can go deeper.”

 

“Aaaah!”

 

Hissin’s voice broke off sharply with each violent thrust.

 

Yet despite his brutal hips and boiling eyes, his expression remained calm, making Dahlia wonder if she was hallucinating while looking at the composed Hissin.

 

Of course, the veins bulging fiercely beside his throat clearly revealed his desire.

 

Smack, smack. Every time their wet flesh collided, the table they lay on grew increasingly soaked. 

 

Even in the midst of the chaos, when Dahlia kept worrying about the documents near her lower body, Hissin swept all the remaining papers onto the floor and stirred even deeper inside her.

 

“Aahk, ah, Hissin. Just a little slower… it’s too fast…”

 

“You’re the one who asked me to mess you up. It’s already too late to regret it.”

 

“Haa, ah, aaaaa!”

 

Hissin roughly churned her insides. 

 

Already flushed red all the way to the top of his head, he didn’t know how to stop.

 

The lust he had been forcibly suppressing for so long had already condensed to its limit, and when that accumulated desire exploded, his reason flew away with it.

 

Deeper. Thicker. If possible, Hissin wanted to chew Dahlia up right now, swallow her whole, and lock her inside himself. 

 

He wanted to become one with her completely so that no one could ever take this woman away from him.

 

He didn’t care about the position of consort. But that didn’t mean he was willing to yield her to another man. 

 

Just as much as Dahlia longed for their wedding, no, far more than that, Hissin desperately wanted to become her husband.

 

If he had known it would be like this, he should never have left Mohron. He should have kept Dahlia forever to himself in that dark, deep nest that belonged only to them.

 

Late regrets occasionally surged up, but knowing it wasn’t truly for Dahlia’s sake, he swallowed his dark greed and quietly stayed in his place.

 

“Haa, Dahlia…”

 

Hissin suppressed the climax rising to the peak for a moment and looked down at Dahlia, trapped beneath him. 

 

Dahlia, flushed red from his hands and lips, was sobbing through her parted lips, unable to endure the pleasure.

 

He slipped a finger into her open mouth and slowly caressed her tongue, which carried a sweet scent. 

 

Dahlia reflexively closed her lips around it and began sucking on his fingertip, rubbing it with her tongue. Her bumpy yet soft tongue licked his fingertip like candy.

 

The force with which she sucked him, different from the way her insides clamped down below, was maddeningly lovable. 

 

Strangely, that delicate tongue stimulated him more than the inner walls that squeezed him so tightly.

 

“Haa…”

 

Submerged in the electric pleasure climbing up his spine, Hissin moved his hips slowly. 

 

A wave-like satisfaction enveloped his entire body.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Hissin suddenly lifted Dahlia and walked toward the wall. With every step, her body shook, and the stimulation inside intensified. 

 

Dahlia let out soft moans and buried her face in his nape.

 

Finally pressing her against the wall, Hissin thrust upward from below.

 

“Aahk, ah, aaahng!”

 

Dahlia’s hands kept slipping off his shoulders. 

 

The added weight pressing down on her already narrow insides made Hissin’s throat burn with thirst.

 

“Aah, Dahlia. Why are you squeezing so tightly?”

 

“Ah, hng, ngh!”

 

“Does it feel good? Do you like it?”

 

At the obscene question, Dahlia stubbornly pressed her lips together.

 

“Haaah!”

 

Hissin lifted her body and slammed her down hard, urging for an answer.

 

“How is it? Good?”

 

“Hng, mmm, yes…. It feels good.”

 

The answer formed by her wet moans couldn’t have sounded any better. Hissin hooked his arms under both of Dahlia’s knees and relentlessly thrust deep inside her.

 

“Mmmh, ah, haa…! Just a little more, more…!”

 

Dahlia tightened her arms around his neck and pulled him harder. 

 

Once she started expressing herself, the second time wasn’t difficult. She even began shaking her own hips, urging Hissin on.

 

Pleasure that had already surpassed the limit swelled as if about to burst. 

 

Hissin bit into her swaying breasts and began stirring inside her at an unbelievable speed. The sound of wet flesh rubbing and their hazy moans intertwined, creating a lewd harmony.

 

“Mmmh, ah, aaaaa, ah…!”

 

“Haa…!”

 

Dahlia trembled violently and collapsed on top of him. 

 

At the same time, Hissin poured thick, hot desire deep inside her.

 

Violent pleasure struck his spine fiercely, blurring his vision for a moment. When his sight returned to normal, he saw the lovely Dahlia in full, flushed bloom.

 

“Haa, ha, ah…”

 

He swallowed Dahlia’s sweetly panting lips and drank in all her breath. 

 

An incomparably sweet scent filled his lungs and spread throughout his entire body.

 

“Mmmh…!”

 

When he slowly pulled out his buried length, white semen dripped heavily onto the floor. 

 

Dahlia’s love juices, which had already soaked the table, mixed with his semen and made the wall and floor slick and wet.

 

Hissin slowly stirred Dahlia’s insides, sticky with his semen, and looked at the dirty floor with satisfaction.

 

“You’re beautifully coloring my space.”

 

“Hng…”

 

When he whispered in her ear, Dahlia’s inner walls contracted once more. 

 

At that cute urging that sucked on his fingers, Hissin smiled hotly.

 

His member, which had barely calmed down, stood stiffly between her legs again. Dahlia’s eyes, still wet with heat, widened.

 

“Why again… I thought you just…”

 

Her still-unsettled sweet breaths came out in broken, flustered words. Hissin chuckled softly and rubbed the slick fluid that soaked his hand onto his impatient cock.

 

“I told you. No matter how much you beg today, I won’t stop.”

 

“Ah…!”

 

As soon as he set Dahlia down on the floor, Hissin turned her toward the wall, grabbed her round buttocks, and spread them. 

 

Aligning his cock with her still twitching entrance, he pressed his lips to her ear.

 

“Aren’t you curious? If we have a child, maybe the wedding will happen faster, just like you thought.”

 

“Aaaahng!”

 

Hissin pierced deep inside her in one thrust and once again began driving her roughly toward climax.

 

🌙

 

At the hour when the last mist seeped into the blue-spreading dawn. 

 

Hissin slowly opened his eyelids at the unfamiliar heartbeat gently touching his heart. Beyond his blurry vision, he saw Dahlia’s face sleeping in his arms.

 

After holding her in the office late into the night, he had eventually moved her to the bedroom and continued to devour her. 

 

He had made her climax countless times, even as she cried that she couldn’t take anymore, begging him to stop.

 

Dahlia, who had sobbed hotly beneath him until dawn, finally fell asleep when her entire body turned to mush. 

 

She must have clearly realized once again what happened when Hissin’s desire piled up.

 

Hissin tucked Dahlia’s deeply sleeping hair behind her ear, kissed her forehead, and quietly left the bedroom. 

 

A short while later, Hovan, who had walked down the long corridor, bowed slightly and handed him a box.

 

“As you ordered, it was crafted to resemble the previous one as closely as possible.”

 

Hissin opened the box. Inside was a headpiece embedded with red jewels in various places. 

 

It was the same shape as the headpiece Dahlia had worn as a princess. 

 

The ornament was made by crafting the Zanna kingdom’s sacred relic, ‘Levitzenna’s Tears,’ which had been found in Khankundra’s secret archive.

 

“They said he was the most famous craftsman on the continent. It seems the rumors weren’t empty.”

 

“Do you like it?”

 

“Yes. I hope Dahlia likes it too.”

 

Hissin smiled faintly as he looked at the red jewels embedded in place of daimon. Imagining Dahlia wearing it on her head made his lower body tighten again, and his blood boil.

 

“Good work. You may leave.”

 

Just as he closed the box and turned around, Hissin called Hovan again in a low voice.

 

“Dragging it out any longer seems meaningless, so we will proceed with the original plan.”

 

“Do you not trust Her Majesty?”

 

“I trust her. She is definitely someone who will achieve her will, given time.”

 

“Then why…”

 

“There is a clear way to shorten the time. Why take the difficult path on purpose?”

 

Hissin quietly looked down at the closed box. He knew Dahlia was deeply troubled about the wedding issue, and he had wanted to respect her wish to trust him and wait. 

 

He thought it was another hurdle she had to overcome as emperor.

 

But the moment he realized she was struggling more than he had thought, he could no longer stay still.

 

“Hand over all passage rights on the Palan continent and the mining rights to the mines beneath it.”

 

“Both of them? But that is…”

 

“Don’t you have to bet everything to gain everything?”

 

Hissin stared into the air with firm eyes. 

 

These two issues were the parts that had still not been fully merged in the process of Mohron being absorbed into Baran.

 

Dahlia had insisted that Hissin must keep these two until the end to protect his position within Baran, but if his position could only be maintained by such things, it was better to discard them from the start.

 

“Didn’t we declare ourselves citizens of Baran? We must show that level of resolve.”

 

Hovan looked like he wanted to say more, but eventually lowered his head.

 

“Yes, understood.”

 

After sending Hovan away, Hissin turned and entered the bedroom. 

 

Sunlight streaming through the curtains now flowed down onto Dahlia’s white face.

 

Hissin quietly sat beside her and blocked the pouring sunlight.

 

“If I must offer the world to have you, then I will gladly sweep it all up and offer it.”

 

For Dahlia, nothing was too precious to give.