#72
Reason had long since flown away in the face of the overwhelming pleasure. Enrique couldn’t tell if he was moaning or crying. When his mind occasionally cleared slightly, he could hear his own voice calling Anture’s name repeatedly.
How desperately they had explored each other, over and over. Anture’s hip movements became even more urgent. Enrique’s body shook wildly, unable to keep up with the rapid pace.
The constant thrusting motions seemed to reach a final crescendo before suddenly stopping. Anture embraced Enrique tightly, as if to crush him, and delved deeper inside. Enrique wrapped his legs around Anture’s waist, trying to accept him even deeper.
“Ungh…!”
Anture groaned softly. Enrique could feel Anture’s body, which he clung to, becoming as hard as stone. Almost simultaneously, the dick buried deep inside him began to swell. It continued to expand as if it would fill Enrique’s insides completely. It was knotting.
“Ah… Aah…!”
Enrique trembled with instinctive fear. At the same time, he shuddered with extreme pleasure as the swelling dick pressed firmly against his sensitive spots.
“Anture… Anture…!”
Enrique called Anture’s name repeatedly while scratching his back. It felt like his insides would burst. He thought he might die like this.
“Hnngh… stop… It’s full, so full. Stop…”
Enrique pleaded, his body trembling. He heard Anture grinding his teeth. His rigid body twitched briefly, and suddenly the dick filling Enrique’s insides began to pour out hot liquid.
“Ahh…! Ah…”
It was completely different from the previous times Anture had climaxed inside him. The hot liquid kept pouring as if it would completely fill his insides. The swollen dick and Anture’s seed soaking his insides were filling Enrique completely. Apart from the physical pleasure, an intense mental pleasure washed over him.
“Mmnh… nnh…”
Enrique curled up, shaking slightly as he endured the storm of pleasure.
“Don’t cry. This is what you wanted.”
Anture wiped Enrique’s eyes as he trembled from both physical and mental pleasure. He too seemed engulfed in an intense storm of pleasure, his eyes slightly twisted.
Anture showered Enrique with gentle kisses. The swollen dick buried inside him began to gradually decrease in size. Enrique could tell the knotting was ending. Anture made slight hip movements, giving Enrique residual pleasure. The copious amount of semen made obscene, wet noises.
Between his legs became damp. It should have felt unpleasant, but Enrique’s body was enveloped in an indescribably intense satisfaction.
With the effects of alcohol, intense sex, and strong satisfaction and fulfillment, both his body and mind melted into languor. Enrique blinked sleepily as he felt Anture kissing his crown and temples.
“If you’re sleepy, take a nap.”
Anture whispered gently. Those words led Enrique into sleep like magic.
“I love you, Enrique.”
Enrique smiled faintly at the whisper he heard as he drifted off. How wonderful it would be if someday he could say “I love you” to Anture out loud. Enrique sank into deep sleep, holding onto this earnest wish.
And he dreamed.
A boy with a fair, pretty face was smiling at Enrique with pure eyes. His jet-black hair and dark eyes were striking.
As their eyes met, the boy approached, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Enrique’s cheek politely and affectionately. Then he took Enrique’s hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. His actions were very courteous and dignified.
‘Anture.’
Enrique tried to call out, but his voice wouldn’t come out. The boy gazed at Enrique for a moment, then turned and started walking away.
The boy grew more distant. Enrique tried to reach out to grab him, but his body felt heavy like water-soaked cotton and wouldn’t obey.
‘Don’t go.’
Enrique desperately moved his lips. But still no voice came out.
With each step away, the boy began to grow rapidly. His height, once shorter than Enrique’s, soon exceeded it by a head, and his shoulders, which had retained a delicate feel, broadened, exuding a distinctly masculine aura.
The boy, who had become a full-grown man in just a few steps, suddenly stopped. He slowly turned to look at Enrique. Enrique’s eyes widened. It wasn’t Anture.
‘Who are you…’
As Enrique asked in confusion, the man smiled faintly. Just as the man parted his lips to say something, Enrique’s eyes snapped open.
The sudden awakening caused a momentary confusion between dream and reality. Enrique blinked slowly, regaining his senses.
It was a dream.
As he realized this, an indescribable feeling washed over him. Enrique instinctively lowered his hands to cradle his abdomen. Though he couldn’t feel anything yet, he just knew instinctively. A child of Anture and Enrique had finally been conceived in this womb.
A joy he had never felt before filled his heart. A smile involuntarily spread across his face.
“Anture!”
Enrique called out, sitting up abruptly. Then he realized in the next moment. He was alone on the white bed.
Enrique slowly looked around the room. Though it was made exactly like his own room, he could tell this was Anture’s bedroom.
Right. He had barged into Anture’s bedroom last night.
Enrique thought to himself as he surveyed the empty bedroom. There was no sign of Anture anywhere in the room.
The smile that had appeared on his face slowly faded. The joy and elation that had filled his chest dissipated, replaced by emptiness and anxiety.
Enrique roughly covered his naked body with the sheet and pulled the cord at the head of the bed. The bedroom door opened and Pol entered.
“You’re awake, Your Highness.”
Pol greeted with his usual smiling face.
“Where’s Anture?”
Instead of returning the greeting, Enrique asked abruptly. Pol’s smiling face stiffened slightly.
“Where is Anture?”
When asked again, Pol hesitated for a moment. Then, seeing Enrique raise an eyebrow, he spoke with difficulty.
“The Prince left the palace early this morning.”
“…What?”
“When I asked where he was going as he was hastily preparing… he only said he was returning to Ruben.”
“…”
“Um… The Ruben ambassadors are also preparing to return to Ruben early this morning, I hear.”
Pol reported with a hesitant face and carefully observed Enrique’s expression.
Enrique felt all expression and color drain from his face. His mood instantly became as dry and coarse as desert sand.
“…I see. Prepare my bath and breakfast.”
Enrique ordered in a quiet voice. Pol silently bowed his head and disappeared outside the bedroom.
After sitting blankly for a moment, Enrique turned his head to look at the space beside him on the bed. Anture’s pillow still bore the imprint of his head. A single strand of black hair lay on the white pillowcase.
Enrique reached out towards the hair but stopped. What would he do with this measly strand of hair? Enrique brushed the hair away with the back of his hand. Then he cradled his lower abdomen with his hand.
Now everything had fallen into place according to plan.
Enrique had obtained the child who would become the future heir of Shamier. It didn’t matter that Anture had left. Even apart, he was still Enrique’s husband. They would meet again in about two years after this child was born and Enrique had recovered. Anture’s purpose was to provide a child. The pregnancy, childbirth, and child-rearing would be the responsibility of Enrique himself and Shamier anyway.
Enrique curled up the corners of his mouth. A somewhat stiff and forced smile formed. But it was fine. This was what he had wanted, so he should be glad. Even if the joy was a bit forced, it was okay. It was worth enduring.
“Your Highness. Your bath is ready.”
Pol entered, opening the door to speak.
As Enrique nodded, servants entered carrying a bathtub and containers of hot water.
“Make sure the temperature isn’t too hot. Mix it a bit cooler than usual.”
Enrique instructed the servants as they positioned the tub and poured water into it. Then he smiled at Pol, who was giving him a puzzled look, and said:
“It’s not good to bathe in water that’s too hot in early pregnancy.”
At Enrique’s words, Pol’s eyes widened. The servants filling the tub also stopped their actions, wearing surprised expressions.
“…Your Highness!”
Pol quickly ran over and knelt beside the bed. He grasped Enrique’s hands, his eyes reddening.
