#93
“Anture…”
Enrique breathed heavily, enticing Anture with his eyes. A deep conflict flashed across Anture’s eyes.
“But Enrique, the baby…”
“They said it’s fine as long as we’re not too rough.”
Enrique recalled the experiences and advice Kisha had shared with him before. Hearing this, Anture’s eyes darkened with desire.
Anture kissed him hastily. He seemed to be at his limit already. And the same was true for Enrique. They entangled, tearing off each other’s thin clothes.
“Enrique, turn over.”
Anture requested as he undressed Enrique. Enrique frowned. He understood that lying face down was better to avoid pressure on his belly. But his pride wouldn’t allow such a position.
Enrique made no effort to hide his dislike of the idea. Anture chuckled softly and laid Enrique on his side on the bed. Then he lay behind Enrique, embracing him, and began to explore his backside.
“Mmm…”
Enrique moaned softly as he felt fingers slowly pushing inside him.
“You know what? You’re already soaking wet.”
Anture whispered, his breath hot. His fingers stirred inside, making way. Enrique shivered at the lips nibbling at his nape.
“I won’t push in too deep.”
Anture whispered as he positioned himself at Enrique’s entrance. Even without him saying so, Enrique had long known that Anture wouldn’t do anything to harm him or the baby.
“Hurry, Anture.”
Enrique urged him instead of nodding. His insides were throbbing, craving Anture’s dick.
“Ah…!”
Anture’s thick dick slowly pushed in from behind. Enrique trembled, clutching Anture’s forearm. This was their first proper sex since he became pregnant. As Anture filled him, Enrique realized how much he had missed this sensation.
“Ah… ngh… it’s good, Anture. It’s good.”
Enrique honestly expressed his feelings. He could feel Anture trying to control himself, breathing heavily against Enrique’s crown. Enrique slightly raised his hips, stimulating Anture.
“Ha, I told you not to provoke me.”
Anture muttered in a low voice, holding Enrique’s body tightly.
His dick repeatedly withdrew and carefully entered again. Anture, too, seemed to be savoring the long-missed sensation, occasionally letting out suppressed moans. Enrique could hardly bear the teasing. He needed something more intense than this.
“Anture, deeper… harder…”
Enrique demanded, scratching Anture’s forearm. Anture, who had been closely observing whether Enrique felt any pain, seemed to have gained confidence in their safety and began to move in earnest.
A hot pillar of flesh relentlessly stirred inside him. It thrust, rubbed, and stirred deep places that ached and itched, causing pleasure-filled moans to burst from his mouth without pause.
“Ah! Ngh! Mmh! Ah!”
Enrique shuddered at the pleasure he hadn’t felt for so long, holding onto the arms embracing him like a lifeline. It felt good. So good he thought he might go mad.
“Enrique, inside you… you’re gripping and pulling me so tightly. Can you feel it?”
Anture whispered as if muttering. But Enrique didn’t answer. He was too busy moaning continuously to respond.
The intense pleasure he hadn’t felt for so long brought his climax approaching rapidly.
“Anture… I’m, I’m coming… ah…”
Enrique pleaded, scratching Anture’s forearm with his nails. As if encouraging him, Anture thrust his hips faster and harder. With movements that didn’t push too deep but accurately hit the pleasure points, Enrique soon trembled, feeling a climax about to burst.
“Come, Enrique. I’ll come with you.”
Anture whispered with a growl. At his words, as if on cue, the swelling pleasure finally burst.
“…!!”
Every muscle in his body tensed. Enrique reached a white-hot climax, unable to even make a sound.
“Ngh…!”
A low moan was heard from behind. Their bodies pressed together completely as one, and hot seed poured into Enrique.
“…Mmm…”
Enrique moaned softly, his body still trembling from the afterglow of his climax. Anture, breathing heavily, gently caressed Enrique’s lower abdomen. It was as if he was checking on the baby’s well-being.
“Are you alright?”
Anture asked worriedly. Enrique silently pressed his lips to Anture’s forearm in response. Anture, in turn, showered hot kisses on Enrique’s crown and nape.
It had been a short but intense session. They enjoyed the afterglow, caressing each other. As the languid, quiet moment passed and their rapid breathing gradually calmed, Anture suddenly pointed to the treasures spread out in front of Enrique.
“You’ve properly marked your territory.”
Where Anture was pointing, Enrique’s milky fluid had spattered onto the treasures.
“What do you mean, marking territory?”
Enrique slapped Anture’s forearm. Anture chuckled softly and nuzzled Enrique’s cheek with his lips.
*
While capturing the castle itself was a tremendous battle and victory, the aftermath was no small task either.
First, they had to deal with the surviving forces inside the castle.
They identified the status of high-ranking prisoners and set their ransoms. Soldiers who couldn’t afford ransom were put to work repairing the castle. There were also many civilians in the castle, so it was important to stabilize public sentiment.
Francia Castle would now serve as an important forward base for capturing Baron’s capital. It needed to be restored to its state before the capture, or even better.
Repairing broken walls, clearing burnt debris, and constructing storage for various weapons and food supplies arriving from Ruben and Shamier progressed steadily. With prisoners and supply troops, there were plenty of hands to work. Additionally, to stabilize public sentiment and increase the workforce, they mobilized civilians with paid labor, and the castle rapidly regained its original appearance.
Strategy meetings continued daily in the castle’s conference room. Until now, everything had been poured into siege warfare, but the nature of the war would change significantly from here on. The strategy had to change completely.
Long meetings were held to establish a basic strategy of repeated charges and advancing to Baron’s capital in the shortest possible time. With the change in strategy, Shamier’s cavalry, which had been excluded from the siege, could now play a significant role.
“With Francia Castle fallen, Baron’s vigilance must be at its peak. We need to deploy as quickly as possible before they can formulate and implement countermeasures.”
“Any new intelligence?”
Anture asked.
“All the castles on the way from Francia Castle to Baron’s capital are evacuating civilians inside and locking their gates. It seems they’re thoroughly preparing for defensive battles.”
“That’s perfect.”
A smile spread across Anture’s face. He continued:
“With Baron’s important castles on high alert and preparing for defense after this siege, this is our golden opportunity. While they’re closing their gates and being cautious, we should advance to the capital in one go. Our goal is not to trample Baron but to seize their capital and dissolve the kingdom. We must concentrate all our forces on that.”
After saying this, Anture looked at Enrique sitting beside him, seeking agreement. Enrique immediately nodded and spoke:
“I agree. However, we must prepare for the point when they realize our allied forces are avoiding further sieges and heading straight for the capital. The castles left behind will likely send forces to cut our supply lines or attack from the rear.”
Everyone nodded at Enrique’s words.
This was the biggest problem with this strategy. The situation where rapidly advancing soldiers might be blocked from both front and rear, unable to move forward or backward.
“To solve this problem, how about dividing a portion of our soldiers to operate as a phantom corps?”
At Anture’s words, all eyes turned to him.
Anture divided some of the wooden figurines on the map and moved them to a castle slightly away from Francia.
“We still have catapults. We’ll set up camp with these catapults and make it appear as if we’re preparing for a siege. They’ll think we’re adopting a strategy of conquering castles one by one, and during that time, we’ll advance towards the capital.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. Enrique, who had been listening silently, spoke up.
“The main force advancing should maximize the use of scouts. If the allied forces’ movement is detected by enemy reconnaissance, the Crown Prince’s strategy will all be for naught.”
With the main strategy decided, the meeting moved on to more detailed matters. Enrique felt that the day he would part with Anture again was not far off. Once they separated this time, it would be difficult to meet again until the day Baron’s capital was completely under their control.
