Why the Northern Duke Wanders the Snowfields - Chapter 55

Once you fall into a quagmire, it’s difficult to escape. The more you realize it’s a quagmire and struggle to get out, the deeper it sucks you in.

A dark, damp quagmire.

Thrusting his cock upward with all his strength into that place, Kaeloc thought he had fallen into a quagmire.

No. From the moment he first saw Aubrianna, he suspected she would become his quagmire.

A girl intelligent enough to be admitted to Regatta Girls’ School was swindled out of all her money by the orphanage director and then foolishly sold off as a maid to a ducal castle in the distant North.

It was simply pathetic and ridiculous.

Then one day, it happened.

No one in the ducal castle touched the duke’s books. Especially not the storybook beside his bed.

And yet that wretched creature touched the book most precious to him. She was even reading it. He listened to the woman’s voice murmuring as she read from behind the bed curtains, then realized she was the newly arrived maid.

Only Kaeloc, his former nanny Countess Agnes, and Kaeloc’s mother Cecilia knew the contents of that book.

He remembered Aubrianna sitting beside the bathtub, swallowing dryly as she turned the pages.

Then she began reading in a calm, low voice. When Agnes read it to him, it sounded like the voice of a wise and affectionate woman, but Aubrianna’s voice was….

Blanc Gore spoken in a young woman’s voice sounded gentle, as though it were caressing his heart.

Until the short story neared its end, no, until the bathwater went completely cold, he repeatedly made Aubrianna read the book to him.

Later, seeing her read with a fed-up expression seemed somewhat amusing.

‘Be sitting here with the book at this time tomorrow.’

What expression did Aubrianna make when she heard that order?

“Ahh. K-Kaeloc. Gently.”

Yes. He realized he misunderstood Aubrianna.

He thought he cherished her because he considered her his beautiful and obedient possession.

In truth, he now understood that it wasn’t that side of her that attracted him, but the provocative side she revealed unconsciously.

When he stopped thrusting his hips upward, Aubrianna began rocking hers instead.

The neckline of the dress, already low enough to reveal her cleavage, slipped down to her navel.

Straddling the man’s lower body, Aubrianna bounced up and down, making her full breasts sway and draw his gaze.

Still lying down, Kaeloc leisurely extended his arms, grasped her breasts in both hands, and kneaded them.

When he grabbed her breasts, Aubrianna circled her hips around his cock.

After circling several times, she arched her back as though the stimulation had become too intense. Then she urgently planted both hands against his chest and began trembling through her thighs.

“Ahhng.”

“Mmm.”

The tiny vibrations rippling along his cock made Kaeloc release a long, pleasure-filled groan as well.

She moved on her own and came all by herself. Biting her ruined, vivid red lips, which looked like the remnants of something collapsed, Aubrianna stared blankly down at Kaeloc.

After the vigorous round they had that morning and the climax she just reached, Aubrianna no longer had the strength to move.

Barely managing to remain seated, Aubrianna looked unbearably sultry. Her eyes were softly half-lidded from the lingering climax, and traces of Kaeloc’s fluid could be glimpsed between her parted lips.

Their positions reversed in an instant. The hat adorning her head was ripped off and sent rolling across the floor. At the same time, Kaeloc tore away her already tattered dress, leaving only the garter belt attached to her girdle and her stockings on Aubrianna’s body.

Even the girdle was pushed aside and hanging loose, rendered useless by his cock moving in and out of her.

Kaeloc spread her legs with both hands, aligned his cock with her vulva, and slowly entered the narrow hole.

Then he began snapping his hips rapidly.

“Hah, hah.”

“Ahh! Ah, ahhng, K-Kaeloc.”

He was satisfied by the way Aubrianna shook her head in pleasure and called his name.

Only now did he realize that he hated it when she called him Your Grace as though putting distance between them.

Aubrianna reached beneath her swaying breasts, grasped her knees, and endured as much as she could.

As though answering the persistent gaze fixed on her, she raised her small, elegant chin.

Without warning, the man bent down and bit that chin.

“Ahh, hahng.”

At the same time, he thrust his hips upward. Her chin tipped toward the ceiling from the pain and pleasure, and Aubrianna began writhing outright.

His absurdly long and enormous cock seemed determined to thrust even deeper today.

“W-Wait.”

He was already against the wall, already at the end. Where could he possibly go any deeper?

It was astonishing enough that there was room for him inside her body, yet Kaeloc’s cock kept trying to burrow farther in as though determined to carve out new territory.

“It’s too deep.”

When she furrowed her brow, Kaeloc told her to endure it.

“Just a little more.”

As he forced open more space within the recessed depths, the mushroom-shaped head of his cock began wriggling into place.

“Hah!”

“Like this, hoo, how about we give Theo a younger sibling?”

Between the heat radiating from the man’s body and the relentless presence of his cock inside her abdomen, Aubrianna could barely breathe.

“Th-Theo is still a ba-baby….”

She tried to say that Theo was still young and she was breastfeeding, so she couldn’t become pregnant, but she felt as though she could barely breathe.

“He’ll grow soon enough.”

Judging by his size, he would probably be walking and running in another two or three months. Kaeloc heard that he himself did the same.

A baby. Another pregnancy.

Even as she panted from the cock filling her abdomen, Aubrianna shook her head fiercely. But Kaeloc’s breathing began to quicken for a different reason.

“I’d like a daughter this time.”

He imagined a small, adorable daughter who resembled Aubrianna. As he did, he released the thighs he was gripping so fiercely and grasped a breast that, though not as full as before, still leaked milk in pearly drops.

While gently kneading it, he licked the bead of milk gathered on the tip of her nipple. Each time, the deepest part of her pussy wrapped around the head of his cock contracted almost painfully.

“Come one more time.”

Kaeloc casually offered as though he were doing her a favor.

“I’m about to come too.”

He would fill her with plenty. A daughter would be nice, but another son wouldn’t be bad either.

When he rolled his hips deeply one last time, her small stocking-clad feet stretched straight out in front of her.

“Hahng!”

As though waiting for that moment, Kaeloc began pulling his cock out and violently driving it back in again.

It was difficult because her pussy refused to release the cock stimulating her most sensitive spot, but he welcomed it.

Unwilling to waste even the time it took to pull out and thrust back in, he moved faster. Aubrianna began twisting her entire body and crying out beautifully.

“Ahhng! Ah, ahang, ah, ah, ahh!”

“Hah! Hah!”

This was the end. As Aubrianna’s pussy squeezed and kneaded his cock with all its strength, hot fluid shot out and drenched her womb.

***

After sending away Aileen, who sulked and demanded to know why she was summoned when Kaeloc wasn’t even at the ducal castle, Eloise thought about Kaeloc and Aileen, then Cedric and Aileen.

Aileen was a card Eloise had to keep firmly in her grasp.

Once Kaeloc married, her position in the ducal castle would inevitably become unstable.

She never grew attached to the seven-year-old boy, who was already long past infancy, and they spent many years facing each other like strangers. It became even worse after the previous duke’s death.

There was no guarantee their relationship would improve once Kaeloc married.

‘At least if he marries Aileen, I’ll see his face every once in a while.’

Though even that would be pointless if he continued keeping the maid who bore his illegitimate child by his side.

Whether it was Kaeloc or Cedric, if one of them married Aileen, Eloise could comfortably move to the capital and enjoy its social life.

“I suppose what matters is which one of them.”

“Yes. Dorian? What do you think?”

Dorian tilted his head. “But isn’t the answer already clear?”

“To me?”

“Can you endure Lord Cedric’s atrocious behavior?”

Dark despair fell over Eloise’s face.

“Besides, as long as Lord Kaeloc remains duke, the North will be safe regardless.”

Losing his memories didn’t mean he lost his military prowess.

Dorian draped a clean napkin over his arm and poured the red wine Eloise ordered into her glass.

“More.”

“It’s still daytime. You shouldn’t overdo it.”

“Hoo. You’re the only one who thinks about me.”

Eloise raised her eyes slightly as she recalled what happened between them that day.

For Eloise, who was obsessed with cleanliness, sharing the duke’s bed was a duty she had no choice but to perform to bear a child. But what happened that day was Dorian serving her.

With his clean-looking tongue, he caressed her nipples and vulva until she climaxed, and then it ended.

She was the only one left disheveled. Still impeccably dressed, Dorian used a warm, damp towel to thoroughly wipe clean every place his tongue touched.

It was the first time she realized how clean and pleasant it was to climax without a man’s cock.

Remembering the way he caressed her as though worshipping a goddess, without any trace of sordid lust, made her body stir again.

“Dorian?”

“That’s why I thought of something.”

Eloise reclined lengthwise on the chaise lounge and subtly raised her dress.

“What is it?”

Dorian’s gaze flicked toward the duchess’s slender white ankle.

He set down the wine bottle, wiped his hands with the napkin, and slowly approached. Sitting at her feet, he wrapped one hand around her ankle.

‘A young, beautiful widow without a child.’

“A way to ensure not only His Grace’s engagement to Lady Aileen, but their marriage as well.”

“Mmm, that sounds interesting.”

Eloise hummed and closed her eyes, feeling Dorian’s hand already caressing her thigh.

She never knew the touch of smooth hands without a single bothersome callus could feel this good.

Arc’s hands, which wielded a greatsword with ease, were far too large and always rough. He was also so fond of showing off his strength that she always found bruises somewhere on her body after they had sex.

“That method is….”

“Mmm, tell me later. Higher.”

Eloise whined as the man’s soft fingers teasingly stroked her over her underwear.

Dorian removed the hand still caressing her ankle, kissed her anklebone, and smiled.

“As you command, my lady.”