Arc-6 Ch-47.5

 I parted my lips from Leon, savoring the lingering sensation, and turned my gaze outside the bed. There, Leah was sleeping, breathing regularly as she drifted into slumber. Infants grow most rapidly from birth to six months, and with each feeding, I feel her body getting heavier day by day. Leah's height had increased by fifty percent, and her weight had more than doubled. Lionel and Ariel, perhaps due to being born as twins, were slightly smaller than average, which caused Leon and me considerable worry. Even so, they have now grown to a physique comparable to children of the same age, which brings me relief.

For about a year, until the twins stopped waking at night or wetting the bed, my husband and I shared a sleeping space with the children. High-ranking noble children are often trained to sleep in separate rooms from their parents immediately after birth. However, Leon is ignorant of such noble conventions; he is a man who constantly wants to adore our newborn whenever he finds the time. As a child, he spent his time in the same room as his siblings, and even after joining the military, he lived in shared quarters.

My husband seems unusually lonely, and whenever he leaves the house for official duties, he clings to me and the children. Perhaps he is bewildered by the current situation in which the adult members of the Bartfort family have left the house?

He still lives with my father-in-law and mother-in-law, but my older brother-in-law, who married Dorothea and inherited the barony, has moved to a new residence. Jenna and Finley are serving at the court as part of their training, and my younger brother Colin, though still living here, will eventually leave the estate. Even I, having married in, feel a certain sense of loneliness. For Leon, who has been present since birth, the feeling might be incomparable.

I can understand his need to rely on his wife and children to fill that loneliness, but I wish he would stop entwining with me in a place where the children can see. No matter how young the children are and unaware of such matters, I still want to maintain at least the minimum dignity as a parent.

“…Is it over already?”

“You should be sufficiently soothed by now.”

“Not enough. Besides, Angie initiated it, and if I’m the only one satisfied, you just end it on your own?”

“Even though Leah is asleep, he could wake at any moment. I have no intention of continuing in view of our child.”

“Tch.”

Leon, licking his lips, obediently withdrew. Tonight, he seems unusually compliant. We should bathe while Leah is still asleep. Even though he sleeps fairly regularly, infants can quickly become upset if their routine is disrupted. Since Leon’s promotion and appointment as military advisor to the royal army, I have been largely responsible for managing the Bartfort territory. Some noblewomen act as estate managers in the absence of their husbands or sons, who may have perished in the war against the Fanoss Duchy, to preserve their households.

However, few women, including myself, dedicate themselves to estate management while their husbands and sons are alive. If possible, I would like Leon to be involved in the development of the Bartfort territory, but in his current official position, it is nearly impossible. While I am happy that my husband is recognized by society, I feel lonely due to the increased time apart. During the off-season through early spring, we could enjoy family togetherness, but from this year on, that seems unlikely.

Stop. Worrying won’t solve the problem. What I can do is manage the estate properly and raise the children while my husband is away. It took me some time after marriage to realize this, but apparently, I have a disposition to devote myself to the man I love more than I had realized.

“I’ll go take a bath. Watch over Leah.”

“Understood.”

At the same time, Leon began gazing lovingly at the sleeping Leah. Even after joining the ranks of high nobility, Leon, devoted to his family, refuses to leave childcare entirely to servants. Since Leah’s birth, I have often seen him compete with Lionel and Ariel to hold the newborn, a scene repeated throughout the estate. At the same time, I feel some dissatisfaction that Leon dotes on the children more than I do, but I cannot afford to be jealous of my own child.

After pregnancy and childbirth, a woman’s mind prioritizes the child over marital intimacy, and the body reduces sexual desire to recover from pregnancy and childbirth. In fact, it has been about six months since Leah’s birth, and we have not yet resumed sexual relations. At night, attending to feeding and crying leaves no time for intimacy, and we are not foolish enough to perform indecent acts in front of the infant. I entered the adjoining bathroom, let my hair down, removed my nightclothes, and enjoyed the feeling of liberation.

Infants are so fragile that they cannot survive without parental assistance for feeding, excretion, or bathing. Hiring a wet nurse might relieve such burdens, but strangely, I have begun to think these struggles are not entirely unpleasant. For now, a light wash is enough. Some infants cry at even the slightest change, such as the scent of the person holding them. I checked my body carefully in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. After carrying a child in October, it is common for a woman’s body shape to be altered or for weight changes to remain.

I spent a month in the ducal residence in the royal capital recovering, and after returning to the Bartfort estate, I have paid attention to diet and exercised regularly. I have continued to receive examinations from a doctor stationed at the estate’s hot spring inn, treatment from a physical therapist, and wear supportive garments. Perhaps due to these efforts, my body has at least returned close to the pre-pregnancy state. My breasts, engorged from breastfeeding Leah, remain a concern. My chest is naturally large and further enlarged by pregnancy. The weight of my larger breasts often causes pain in my chest and shoulders, and even Leon does not know that I rely on the physical therapist at the estate’s hot spring for relief.

I adjusted the faucet, and warm water began to pour from the shower. I slowly began washing my body. The Bartfort territory has a hot spring, a unique resource not found in other domains, and the Bartfort estate includes a bath that allows us to enjoy it. However, the water I am bathing in now is rainwater or groundwater heated by magical mechanisms. Leon, concerned that hot spring water might harm the infant, had engineers prepare this special system.

Though I am slightly exasperated by Leon’s excessive care, knowing he loves me this much makes me feel no resentment, and I fully enjoy the bath. As the warmth of the water relaxed my body and I finished washing away dirt, I sensed movement behind me. A vague unease prompted me to look back, and there stood a familiar face.

“…Leon, what are you doing?”

“Well, I thought I’d wash off some sweat too.”

“I clearly asked you to watch over Lia.”

“She’s cute asleep, but I get lonely if she’s not awake.”

“Don’t pay attention to me just because she’s awake! What if Leah wakes up!”

“She was sleeping so soundly, she won’t wake easily.”

I struggled to restrain the urge to slap my husband, who brazenly began undressing while speaking. He tries to mask his actions with light-hearted jokes, but I am not so easily deceived. What irritates me most is not his words, but his naked body, specifically the virile male organ throbbing between his legs. Its red-black pulsing presence speaks more eloquently than his head about the purpose of coming into the bathroom. I want to crush it.

At this moment, I am entirely unprepared. With my life busy with work and childcare after the postpartum period, creating another child is physically and mentally exhausting. It is not that I feel aversion toward sexual relations with Leon, but I want to choose the time and place. Above all, to do such acts in the bathroom while Leah sleeps in the adjacent bedroom is far too cruel for a father.

“I thought we have been busy lately and have little time alone, so I rushed here.”

“It seems more like you just wanted to hold me.”

“…That’s a cynical assumption.”

Don’t look away. If you lie, at least think before you do. Even after breaking into the bathroom, he lacks the resolve at the crucial moment. Yet his erect organ asserts its presence, forcing me to be distracted. The inconsistency between his words and actions is maddening; he must leave soon, or I will lose my mind.

“I will wash your body.”

“Stop. You just want to fondle me, don’t you?”

“You can wash my body too, Angie.”

“That brings me no benefit at all.”

“I’ll make you feel good, so don’t worry.”

Leon moved his ten fingers smoothly, attempting to touch me. If I refuse, now is the only chance. I thought so, yet the words caught in my throat. Something unknown, lying dormant deep within me, obstructed my thoughts. My arms, meant to act in refusal, felt weak. Leon’s strong arms wrapped around my back, slowly embracing me. Once in this state, there is nothing I can do but submit until Leon is satisfied and releases me.

Yet his hands are gentle and careful, as if handling something fragile, which is infuriating. Wet by the shower, Leon touched my cheek and slowly drew my face closer. When our lips met, what I felt was not affection, but a corrupt instinct. Even as it felt rough, my body reacted sensitively, which frustrated me. As he pulled my body closer, I felt something hot against my lower abdomen. I did not need to look to know what it was.

I tried to push his body away by placing my hand toward Leon, but it seemed he judged my action not as rejection but as acceptance. No, or perhaps my body had already accepted it. I was no longer even able to discern what on earth I was doing. In contrast to Leon’s left hand that was touching my shoulder, I caught sight of his right hand heading downward. A few seconds later, an indescribable pleasure surged from my crotch. That sensation, which I had not tasted for several months—no, more than half a year—was burning through my brain, little by little.

As a last bit of resistance, I tried to brush away Leon’s hand with my left hand, but what my left hand touched was not his right hand. What was hotter and more swollen than the shower water was Leon’s penis. The moment I felt in my palm that heat and hardness different from muscle, which I had not touched in so long, a sweet ache welled up in my crotch and I shuddered. Like a virgin, I timidly touched the thing I had touched hundreds of times before. When I lightly touched the reddish-black, swollen glans with my finger, Rion let out a muffled groan.

Drip… ♡

The instant I heard his voice, I felt something warm overflow from my crotch, flow down my body, mix with the water, and go down the drain. Before I knew it, the kiss that had been merely lips touching had changed into a passionate act of entwining tongues. When I separated our lips with the little rationality I had left, a bridge made of saliva lewdly connected my lips and Leon’s. I realized once again that we had been completely absorbed in a long-absent, lust-filled kiss to the point where even breathing had become difficult.

“…You’re satisfied now, right? Hurry and get dressed.”

“No way, if we stop here it’ll just be torture.”

Leon made a dissatisfied expression, but my body was the same. No, rather, I might be desiring him even more fiercely. My body, which had overlapped flesh with Leon many times, was now being scorched by the flames of lust from just this kiss and aching. Having been absorbed in raising the newborn baby I had just given birth to, my body had unconsciously been abstaining, and it was parched and starving for pleasure. At such a time, intense pleasure was forcibly poured into me, and my flesh absorbed the given ecstasy just like cotton absorbs water. Yet, it was not enough. It was completely insufficient.

I could clearly tell that my starving body was craving to be satisfied, and that desire was so vivid that I felt I might forget everything else. If I accepted Leon here, I knew I would lose myself and drown in carnal intercourse—that was why I could not accept him. I was certain that I would forget my dignity as the lord’s wife and my duties as a mother and mate like a base beast.

“This is as far as it goes. Please, hold back.”

“No way. Once I see Angie’s body, I can’t stop.”

“It’s not something pleasant to look at. I myself am fully aware that various parts of my body have deteriorated compared to before.”

Every time I experienced pregnancy and childbirth, I felt my body crumbling. Carrying a child in my belly and nurturing it for ten months before giving birth placed a great burden on the mother’s body. Swelling breasts, sagging belly, thickened hips. No matter how much I restrained my diet and exercised repeatedly, I myself constantly felt the fact that my body had changed from when I was a maiden.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“I mind.”

I too am a woman; I had a normal interest in beautiful things and beauty. Those who serve with color will have their love grow cold when that color fades. In the past, I had honed knowledge and techniques of domestic and foreign affairs through education to become the next queen, yet appearance was still an element that could not be scorned in interpersonal relationships. That was why nobility since ancient times had desperately sought beauty. Even if Leon did not mind, I wanted him to understand that wishing to remain beautiful in front of the husband I love was a very womanly feeling uncharacteristic of me.

“No, even after giving birth to children, Angie’s charm is exactly the same. Rather, because you’ve become softer, it feels good to touch.”

“So you’re saying I’ve gotten fat and you want me to die at least once?”

“Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m saying your breasts and butt have become plump and exactly to my taste.”

“So only breasts and butt register in your eyes, you bastard.”

“That’s not it.”

Perhaps to avoid ruining my mood, or perhaps to silence me, I did not know which, but our lips were pressed together again. At the same time, one hand touched my breast, and the other hand was placed on my buttocks. When I was pulled close with force and pressed against Leon’s sturdy body, I felt a hard sensation against my abdomen. I knew what it was even without looking, and precisely because I knew, I could not acknowledge it. If I let myself be swept away like this, my body would be devoured exactly as Leon desired.

On the other hand, as if brushing aside my hesitation, Leon began to put strength into the fingers that continued to caress my breasts and buttocks. Along with the clear intent not to let me escape, the exquisite pressure that made my body feel pleasure caused my thoughts to grow dull from a heat different from the hot water. When caressed by Leon’s tongue and both hands for the first time in several months, the carnal pleasures engraved in my body were forcibly recalled.

Unlike before, he did not touch my secret place at all and merely continued caressing my breasts and buttocks. Yet, what stimulated my body the most was the presence of the meat rod pressing against my abdomen. Every time the hard male organ was pressed multiple times against my slightly sagging, soft belly, heat was kindled deep in my abdomen. The sensation of my dormant womb being forcibly awakened by the fact that I had been violated by Leon’s magnificent thing and made pregnant with three children assaulted me. This was bad; in a panic from that realization, I reflexively grabbed Leon’s penis.

For just a moment, Leon stopped moving, but immediately resumed even more intense caresses and tormented me. Toyed with by the caresses, my thoughts became unsteady, and now all I could do was writhe from the pleasure Leon gave me. Even the hardness and heat transmitted from the penis I was touching with my hand became part of the pleasure. The fact that Leon was aroused even by my slovenly, loosened body made me happy, and before I knew it, I was bewildered to find that I had also begun caressing Leon’s genitals.

I wrapped my left arm around Leon’s waist, formed a ring with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand along his penis, and slowly moved it back and forth. This was not intercourse; it was masturbation using each other’s bodies. With such ridiculous thoughts that could not even be called excuses, Leon and I greedily devoured pleasure using each other’s bodies. Perhaps as a rebound from not having united as a family with our bodies since giving birth to Leah, we continued caressing more excitedly than usual intercourse.

Even the fact that our young child was sleeping in the next room became a factor that heightened the excitement. When one is that excited, it is only natural that the limit comes quickly. The penis I had been rubbing faster began to writhe and convulse, while from my crotch, bodily fluids clearly different from the water continued to flow. Without exchanging words, we could tell that the other’s climax was near, and toward that climax, the caresses grew even more intense, and my mind overflowed with lewd thoughts. The moment we put strength into our fingers, not caring if bruises remained on our bodies, and strongly touched each other’s bodies, finally, pleasure exceeding capacity dyed my mind white.

Leon’s penis convulsed violently, and the semen released from the swollen glans splattered and clung to my body and hand. Meanwhile, I too let a large amount of love juice flow from my crotch, and breast milk overflowed from my stiff, pointed nipples. While immersed in the afterglow of climax, we still did not try to stop kissing; rather, we continued caressing the wilted penis and breasts while entwining our tongues even more, as if seeking further connection. When the excitement finally subsided thanks to the climax, shame rapidly assaulted me.

The sexual climax after several months was far too sweet, and my body was already beginning to grow hot again, seeking the next pleasure. I must not be swept away; at this rate, we would continue fiercely mating in the bathroom until our stamina was exhausted. Feeling danger to myself, I tried to somehow get away from Rion, but my body, relaxed from climax, could barely exert strength. Because the previous climax had been too shocking, my lower body, trembling from the afterglow, remained bow-legged and continued to overflow with love juice. The only evasion I could think of was to persuade Leon with words.

“…Ha, a-are you satisfied now? Let’s stop here for tonight.”

“No way. The main act starts now.”

“Please, I have no strength. At this rate, I won’t be able to move properly.”

“There’s no need for Angie to move. I’ll move on my own.”

“That’s not the issue.”

No sooner had I spoken than Leon moved behind me and slid his hands to my lower body. He grabbed the backs of my knees and slowly lifted my body. The position was like a child being held by a parent and urged to urinate; I felt like I would go mad from shame. My secret slit was rubbed against Leon’s penis as if aligning their positions. The love juice that continued to overflow from my slit lewdly wet his penis, and every time my asserting clitoris rubbed against the glans, I desperately held back the moans that leaked out. My body had long since finished preparing to accept Leon.

Even so, the last scraps of my rationality still desperately searched for a way to escape this situation, but no effective means came to mind. All I could manage to delay that moment was to clumsily refuse with words.

“No, stop, Leon. If you go any further, I really will get angry.”

“I don’t mind being scolded. I want to hold Angie.”

“Think carefully. How many years has it been since we got married?”

“Four years… no, almost five now.”

“Listen well. In just five short years of marriage, I have given birth to three children. That is simply too many.”

“That just means you and I love each other that fiercely.”

“You really don’t think about the future at all. Even Father advised us to restrain ourselves, didn’t he?”

“Next time I see him, I’ll tell him, ‘Don’t interfere in a married couple’s affairs, old man.’”

“Stop saying stupid things.”

I felt bewildered at how my current position and the content of our conversation lacked all dignity. I could imagine nothing but a future where I would be unilaterally ravaged by Leon. No matter the content, what persuasive words could help me escape this crisis? After thinking desperately, I spat out the words that finally came to mind.

“Besides, it hasn’t come recently. Even if we join like this, it will be meaningless.”

“What hasn’t?”

“My monthly courses.”

The act of bearing a child places an immense burden on the mother’s body. It generally takes several months to a year for a woman who has given birth to resume menstruation. About half a year has passed since I gave birth to Leah, yet my courses still have not returned. In ordinary daily life there is no inconvenience; rather, I had even thought it was easier this way. I blurted out that fact while my thoughts were in disarray.

“So, um, even if you ejaculate inside my vagina, it will be pointless. Let’s stop here for tonight. We can join properly another time.”

“…………”

“…Leon?”

“That means… no matter how many times I come inside Angie’s vagina, it’s totally safe, right? I can creampie you as much as I want without worrying about pregnancy.”

…My words had only poured oil on the fire. At the same time, I realized that even Leon had been showing consideration for my body until now. As I felt a slight dizziness and despair, an indescribable pleasure suddenly surged from my crotch, accompanied by a faint pain that pierced through my body, freezing me in place. When I looked down, I witnessed the moment my labia swallowed Leon’s reddish-black glans.

*Gguuu♡　Gnyuuuu♡*

“Uh… guuu.”

“Ahh, nnh.”

The sensation of something hot ravaging my womb, the overwhelming pleasure that followed the shock. I could feel the organs that had accepted no one for months, narrowed and hardened from postpartum recovery, melting and loosening. Because I was being held in Leon’s arms, my own body weight drove his penis deeper, all the way to my deepest place. I felt my emotions and thoughts being painted over by the slight pain and the pleasure that far surpassed it.

Moreover, my vaginal flesh, soaked in love juice, greedily swallowed Leon’s penis against my will and savored its texture to the fullest. Like subjects rejoicing at their lord’s return, or perhaps a wife longing for her husband’s homecoming? In any case, my slit welcomed Leon with astonishing ease.

“Aah, fuah, kuuh.”

Before I knew it, I was letting out sweet moans and had wrapped my arms around Leon’s neck without realizing. Whenever I was lifted so high that his penis almost slipped out, gravity drove it back in to the hilt. It was supposed to be simple, repetitive movement, yet I could not help but feel it intensely. The love juice overflowing from my slit due to excitement wet his penis, and milk kept spraying from my nipples without end. Perhaps aroused by my lewd state, Leon pulled my body close and latched onto my breasts, which had grown even larger than before my pregnancy. Unlike the strength with which our children sucked my breasts for food, Leon, driven by an impulse mixing lust and appetite, bit my nipples hard enough to leave marks and drank my milk. Every time Leon’s penis thrust into the depths of my vagina, passion was transmitted, and it felt as though my sleeping womanhood was awakening and becoming active again. I was probably making a loose, melting expression while greedily devouring pleasure, and seeing that only made Rion more excited and obsessed with me; the fact made me unbearably happy.

I wanted to throw away reason and intellect and simply continue loving Leon driven by carnal desire. My female instincts accepted the male before me as my mate, and heat gathered in my womb so that I could immediately conceive his child. My sharpened sense of smell detected a scent different from milk or love juice emanating from my own body, and I knew it was arousing Leon further.

"I might end up pregnant again."

A feeling close to certainty ran through my mind. Leon’s half-joking wish of wanting around eight children with me would probably become an inevitable future. My womanhood trembled with joy at that fact; rather, it was urging ovulation, demanding to be impregnated right now. Even so, the burden of giving birth to a third child must have been great; my womb was recovering function from the stimulation, but ovulation had not yet occurred. Conversely, that was fortunate. Had my courses fully returned, I would have been made pregnant again before even a year had passed since the last birth.

Contrary to my thoughts, my vagina soaked Leon’s penis with secreted love juice, squeezed it tightly, and the folds writhed repeatedly to wring out even a single drop of semen. Leon, fully aroused, probably had nothing in his head but devouring me and releasing his seed. His movement changed from regular thrusting to rough pounding, never ceasing to ravage every spot inside my vagina. My vagina interpreted that roughness as affection and loosened further to accept his movements; the cycle repeated endlessly.

Eventually, I felt through my inner walls that his penis, now swollen a full size larger, began to twitch finely. Before I could understand what that meant, my womb squirmed and began preparing. As if reluctant to let the end come, my folds cushioned around his penis and gently caressed it to release as much semen as possible. My lewd body, writhing in pleasure while serving him, sought ecstasy without limit, beyond its capacity. Yet the limit still arrived. Just as one more thrust would bring me to climax, Leon stopped moving. Wondering what was wrong, I peeked at Leon’s face where my arms were wrapped around him, and he too was gazing at me with a face melted in pleasure.

It was always like this. Leon caused trouble, but he always tried not to do anything I truly disliked. If I refused from the bottom of my heart, he would stop even now. That consideration made me happy, and more love juice overflowed from my slit, dripping down his penis and wetting his crotch as well. I could no longer endure it. My affection transformed into lust, and I squeezed his penis, begging for one final, deeper thrust. Having reached his limit, Leon used gravity and the full force of his hips to deliver a powerful final attack deep inside my vagina.

*Ggohhh♡　Dohhyuuuuu♡*

The seed of life was sown into the deepest part of my womanhood, the most vital organ for nurturing life. While letting out voiceless moans, my vaginal flesh continued squeezing his penis without pause. Rather, it matched the spasms of his ejaculation, writhing in rhythm to help him release, tightening so that not a single drop of the semen stored in his balls would spill. Even so, the amount of semen Leon released was far greater than expected; the excess that could not be contained leaked from the tiny gaps between my labia and wet the bathroom floor. Lost in the daze of my first vaginal creampie in a long time, I wondered whether the next child would be a boy or a girl. While savoring such idle thoughts and the lingering ecstasy of climax, I fully enjoyed the happiness.

Leon gently washed my limp body with care. Yet our lower bodies remained connected. Normally, once recovered, Leon would immediately start embracing me again, but it seemed he was showing consideration for my postpartum state. That made me want to tell him not to embrace me at all, but I could not bring myself to be angry. I smiled bitterly at my own weakness, that a single embrace was enough to satisfy me.

When the two of us finally left the bathroom, Leah was sleeping peacefully, breathing softly as if nothing had happened. Leon, having had a taste of tonight’s union, might assault me in the bathroom again. Somewhere in my heart, I was looking forward to it. Ashamed that I had been turned into such an immensely lewd woman, I pinched Leon’s butt as hard as I could. Even after receiving my punishment, seeing Leon still smiling happily calmed my heart, and to hide the fact that I was hopelessly in love with him, I pinched his butt one more time.

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Authors Note

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This is an adult SS commemorating the completion of the Mobuseka comic adaptation’s Kingdom arc + the completion of Part 6.

The concept itself was based on an illustration I received long ago, but it took over a year to actually write this scene… (that’s terrible)

Well, compared to Angie’s pregnant-belly sex, this time’s fetish is pretty normal, right?! (sweats)

I plan to write adult scenes based on requester illustrations in Part 7 as well, but it will probably take quite a while to get there.

Part 7 takes place more than ten years after Part 6.

I wonder if there’s any demand for sex scenes with thirty-something Leon and Angie?

Addendum: At the requester’s request, the illustrations for this chapter were drawn by Shimesaba-sama and m.a.o-sama.

Thank you very much.

Shimesaba-sama- Pixiv

m.a.o-sama: Pixiv 1　Pixiv 2

I would be encouraged for the future if you share your thoughts and impressions.