“What are you doing…?” Callisto’s stunned voice was heard.
“…ah…Callisto.” Alana panted, trying to answer, but her mouth was blocked by Emilio’s hand.
“‘What are you doing?’ haha, what a foolish question. ──Fu, Can’t you see? Business between husband and wife.” Emilio took the blanket on his side and hid Alana’s sweaty chest.
He then glared at Callisto. “If Alana wants to change her clothes…I’ll do it from now on. And bathing. I don’t want people to see my wife naked, you know. Callisto, I want to continue, so please leave the room…Oh, by the way. And while you’re at it, why don’t you order some food from the servants? I’ll feed Alana later.”
When Alana felt Callisto’s gaze on her and she merely managed to nod her head in a whimper. Callisto turned red, clenched his fists, and walked out. Alana thought that he had fulfilled his purpose and the act was over, but Emilio would not let up his fury.
When she looked at him in wonder, he returned her sharp gaze. He seemed to be furiously angry. Alana fisted her hair, not knowing why he was angry.
“… I’m not the first one. Is the other person Callisto? Say it.” When Alana didn’t answer, Emilio pushed his fingers onto her small stomach. It was just at the level of her womb.
“If you were born into royalty, you would know this. Royal women are expected to be especially chaste. Didn’t you learn here that only your husband is allowed to receive your offspring? When and how many times did he embrace you?”
Alana pursed her lips and his hand grabbed her chin roughly.
“Don’t move. I will not forgive you if you do not tell me. When was the last time you were held by Callisto? He was your lover, wasn’t he?　This isn’t just about you. I have to know.”
She could feel the bulk of him growing in her stomach. Alana tried to keep a blank expression on her face, but she couldn’t seem to do it. She was afraid of what might happen to her body that was so deeply engulfed in him. She was afraid of the spasms she had just experienced, and of what was swelling inside her body. She had never felt anything like this before.
“Alana, say it!”
“Don’t get angry … please.”
“I’m not angry! –Ha. I’ll hear you, so tell me.”
“…The first intercourse was on the eve of the coronation.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Is it the eve of that day?”
“Why did you give him your body…No, you can’t resist with your hands. Did he rape you?”
“No.” Alana closed her eyes and denied, “Callisto was my fiancée until my father and brother died. When I decided to take over my father’s footsteps, my engagement was annulled… he said he wanted me before I became queen. That was his last request. I knew I wouldn’t live long, so I fulfilled that wish. I thought that was the only thing I could do for him who given his life for me …”
Emilio held his breath, listening to her words.
“At that time, you were fourteen years old. Did you want to die two years ago?”
Alana said nothing; only his image was reflected in her green eyes. “I started a relationship with Callisto again last month.” Emilio’s eyebrows drew into a frown.
“When was your last act? After I officially came? Did he hold you after we got married?”
“No… The eve of the ball before reuniting with you was the last,” she said quietly.
“Then, don’t let him hold you again until you die,” he snarled.
Suddenly, the rhythm began once again. Every time she was stabbed deep, she felt like she hit spread all over her body, that she could not get rid of. It accumulated and her lower abdomen shook unfamiliarly.
Ah, she thought she would come again.*
*I’m not too sure who’s thought this is, as there’s no pronoun attached. The original just means (I thought I would come again/(s)/he thought (s)/he would come again.)
“──Why are you like this? … You’re sucking … oh …. sh*t.”
While he poured into her, she was violently embraced.
“…What, you …What did you do to me …?” Alana, who was still suffering from the strong sensuality, could not answer his question.
A servant, probably ordered by Callisto, brought the meal, but Alana did not notice. No, she was aware, but she was too preoccupied to notice. As time passed, people entered the room several times to add candles, but neither Alana nor Emilio responded to them. The room was constantly filled with ragged breathing.　They were immersed in the act as if it were their life’s mission.
Alana’s body responded violently to each withdrawal, and pleasure surged through her like a great swell. They fit together so well that it was as if their bodies were made for each other. Not only their bodies, but their long platinum hair and silver hair were tangled together, and their every liquid was mixed and melted.
Emilio took off his clothes, tearing them off after he had finished inside Alana for the fifth time. He was dripping with sweat, which fell onto her body, but Alana was sweating as well.
Their mouths were wet, and slushing sounds resounded. She didn’t care if drool dripped from the corners of her lips. There were many times when she had spasms. There were times when she lost consciousness. But his rhythm never stopped, and she was shaken when she woke up.
When he collapsed on top of Alana, breathing heavily on her shoulders, he let out another gush of semen inside her. “──, Alana.”
He patted the sweat off her body as she lay slumped, her body no longer having the energy to get up. “Your body squeezes me, so unforgiving.”
His face was obscured by the silver hair falling from above. The sun had already set before he knew it, and it was dark.　His voice echoed in the silence of the room.
“I’m not sure if our act will result in a child.”
“…I can’t have a baby.”
“Why can’t you?”
Alana closed her eyelids and spoke. “I’m not going to live very long.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Yes. You must keep your vow.”
“…Of course.”
Alana raised her eyelashes and gazed blankly at the ceiling.