Chapter 44 : Making a Baby

Under the dim light of a starlit night…

Caspar and I faced each other in our bedroom.

“…”

I was dressed… indecently, in a flimsy outfit that barely concealed my white lace lingerie. A thin, almost transparent fabric, like a dancer’s costume, was all that covered me.

Caspar, in his ordinary clothes, made my attire stand out even more.

My mischievous husband didn’t immediately take me. Instead, he changed my clothes.

He personally removed my dress, watching as I stretched out my arms, making it easier for him to dress me. He then put me in a costume… the kind worn by seductive dancers.

No, “draped” would be a more accurate term. Caspar was good at undressing women, not so much at dressing them.

“Yes. I’m… ready now.”

Fortunately, I had the initiative. Hoping to maintain some semblance of control throughout the night, I slowly lowered myself to the floor.

My meticulously cared-for, snow-white body flushed a delicate pink.

My reflection, kneeling demurely on the floor, stared back at me from the full-length mirror. A faint, sweet scent filled the air, making my mind hazy.

It must be my imagination. Psychoactive substances didn’t affect me. Except for anything related to Caspar.

“Mm… alright.”

I took Caspar’s trousers in my mouth and pulled them down. Then, with slightly trembling eyes, I looked at his lower body. His thick, long cock filled my vision.

I could feel the moisture between my legs. My panties were soaked, but there was something more important than my own comfort, so I ignored it and focused on Caspar.

—Gently. Carefully.

As if handling a sacred object, I cupped him in my hands.

“…You’re already… hard.”

It was always… terrifyingly large.

When I was lost in the throes of passion, it was one thing. But like this, right in front of me… a warmth spread through my lower abdomen.

“Agathe. Suck it.”

His voice, low and commanding, yet undeniably masculine, sent a shiver down my spine. I blushed and kissed the tip of his cock.

And then…

—Slurp.

“Hmm… Slurp… Mmm…”

I took him in my mouth, slowly stroking him with my tongue. I ran my hand along his shaft, teasing him, my gaze fixed on his face.

So Caspar could see me clearly.

It wasn’t difficult. I’d done this many times before. And more importantly, Caspar’s cock was incredibly large and long. This meant I could avoid the usual… unflattering positions associated with blowjobs.

I’d carefully calculated the angle to maximize the seductive effect. And my calculations were flawless.

“—Mmm… Haa…Nnnh♡”

A soft moan escaped my lips. Even though it wasn’t a particularly sensitive area, my body throbbed with need, craving him.

Honestly…

Ugh…

Serving him… wasn’t unpleasant, but it was a little… difficult.

Caspar seemed oblivious to the size of his own cock. How much I’d struggled the first time I took him in my mouth…

It was so big that it was hard to use any tongue techniques. I could only apply pressure or lick the tip, but it was difficult to truly pleasure him this way.

Though… that was the nature of blowjobs…

“Mmm… Ca-Caspar… Please… cum… quickly…”

My jaw ached. And my pride ached even more.

This humiliating, unpleasurable act wasn’t my thing. I wasn’t a masochist.

I shot him a look of protest, but my brief defiance was immediately crushed by Caspar’s stern command.

“What kind of b*tch talks while sucking d*ck ?”

—Thud.

Caspar lightly kicked my pussy. Lightly, for *him*, that is.

“H-Hee♡! Hyaa…”

I came weakly and returned to my duty. Like the b*tch I was, I emptied my mind and abused my jaw, taking his massive cock back into my mouth.

—Tug. Caspar grabbed my hair.

My silver hair, my most prized possession, was now just a convenient handle for my husband.

“Ugh… Ack…”

Words were impossible. My throat was completely blocked, and I felt like I was choking as I let him control my head.

How much time had passed?

“—Haa… Huu… Hyaaa…”

My eyes, unfocused, stared blankly ahead as I took deep breaths, savoring the taste of his cum. Most of it had gone straight down my throat.

“Good girl, Agathe.”

Caspar stroked my hair, looking incredibly pleased with himself. I felt like he was giving me a treat after punishing me, but the pleasure coursing through my body made it hard to care.

I swallowed, making sure Caspar saw, before finally complaining.

“Ugh… Haa… Caspar, that was… too much… Really, every time…”

Honestly, the taste of cum was disgusting. Though the scent was strangely addictive, and my body tingled whenever it touched my tongue… it was biologically… overwhelming.

Even for a b*tch like me, who went into heat at the mere smell of it.

—Pat. Pat.

Caspar wiped his cum-covered cock on my face. As if using me as a tissue.

“…Pervert.”

Caspar ignored my insult. He even seemed proud of it.

Of course. He was reveling in his conquest.

Men were like that. A woman kneeling and sucking their cock, legs spread wide, moaning… it was the ultimate pleasure.

Especially if that woman… was the Empress who’d reigned over him for over a decade.

“You asked for it, didn’t you? You begged me to get you pregnant.”

I pouted and nodded, diligently wiping the cum off my face.

“Hmph. Fine. I’ll… forgive you… this time.”

I didn’t add that I forgave him every time. Caspar didn’t ruin the mood by pointing it out.

It was a silent exchange of defiance and submission. I could never truly hate Caspar; it was just playful banter.

This was how we added variety to our s*x life.

Sometimes rough, sometimes tender.

And tonight… was a rough night.

Caspar removed the flimsy fabric that had been more decoration than clothing. As the translucent cloth and my lingerie were peeled away, my naked body was revealed.

The body of a beautiful woman, smooth and flawless. And the body of a warrior, toned and strong.

I lay on the bed, beneath Caspar. His large, masculine frame blocked out the light.

In Caspar’s shadow, I could hear the frantic beating of my own heart.

Now…

I was really… going to get pregnant.

“I’m going in.”

His words were blunt, almost careless. I nodded eagerly.

“Yes… Yes Please… Quickly… Get me pregnant, Caspar…”

—Squish.

The sound was loud, amplified by the abundance of lubrication.

Caspar’s cock mercilessly stretched me, piercing me to the core, nudging against my cervix.

It was anatomically impossible, but I’d long since modified my body to accommodate Caspar’s desires.

I’d turned my beautiful, noble body… into Caspar’s personal pleasure hole.

“Nnnh♡! Hyaa! Hee! Ah!”

My head fell back, and my back arched, my entire body convulsing.

Even then, my enhanced perception showed me my reflection in the mirrors scattered around the room.

A cruel arrangement. Caspar enjoyed showing me my pleasure-wracked expression.

“Ah… Huu… Feels… good… Haa♡!”

I saw a panting woman. It was hard to believe, but it was me.

My arms were wrapped around Caspar’s neck, fingers interlocked. I had to focus on keeping them that way, or I would become too dizzy.

Caspar ravaged me, relentlessly pushing me to the edge.

He grazed my sensitive spots with his cock, teased my nipples, watching as they hardened, and licked them with his tongue, driving me wild.

And then, he’d whisper,

“Agathe. I love you.”

“H-Ah… I… I love you too, Caspar. I love you.”

And then, inevitably, I’d pant out my reply, push myself up, and stretch out my trembling legs, shifting positions.

Into doggy style, where I couldn’t see his face.

I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t let him see my foolish, lovestruck expression.

“Here… inside… please…”

I braced myself against the wall, supporting my trembling body. I quickly tied up my long hair, exposing my neck.

My mind, working faster than ever, calculated the most seductive, the most obscene pose.

To give Caspar the ultimate pleasure.

“Hah… Agathe, you’re so beautiful.”

As expected, my prediction was correct. Caspar let out a moan of admiration, his eyes feasting on my body.

The line of my collarbone flowing into my neck, the curve of my spine… a work of art. My breasts, swaying slightly under the influence of gravity, drew his gaze.

Cum dripped from between my legs, still slick from our previous coupling.

Sweat beaded on my naked skin, tracing the curves of my back and down my outstretched legs, mingling with the cum.

And all of it, every lewd movement of my body, was on full display for Caspar.

“Heh… Mm… Quickly… f*ck me, Caspar… Big Bro…”

No man could resist such a sight. And Caspar, for better or worse, was a man among men.

“Hah… You lewd b*tch…”

—Slap.

Caspar lightly slapped my ass. As expected, the sudden impact sent me over the edge, my body trembling uncontrollably.

“—!”

‘That’s… cheating…’

That was too much.

But this time, I was determined. I wouldn’t just be led; I would take the initiative.

I didn’t hide my flushed face. Instead, I let out a soft moan, further enticing him.

“My eggs… I’ve… made sure they’re ready… Get me pregnant.”

Mm…

Honestly, I was already pretty sure I was pregnant, but… we couldn’t stop now, could we?

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That night…

The s*x continued for hours.

Even after I was certain I was pregnant, even after I pleaded with Caspar that it was enough… it continued.

In the end… inevitably…

I could only diligently move my hips, offering my body in service to the husband who would give me a child, with a grateful heart.

Until Caspar was satisfied.