The Cold-Hearted Grand Duke Obsesses Over Me After My Death - Chapter 48

Episode 48. Her Temptation (2)

“H-how?”

He turned Emilia’s body and placed her hands against the wall. Then, from behind, he thrust his length into her.

“Ah!”

Standing in an awkward position, Emilia let out a gasp as the sensation of her insides being pushed upward made her moan sharply. The dark, thick shaft slammed mercilessly into her wet flesh. When she bit her lip and whimpered, Louid slipped his fingers into her mouth, then began to thrust harder.

“Mm, Louid, ahh….”

His pounding continued until her moans blurred into sobs. Her snow-white buttocks flushed red, as if they had been struck. One of Louid’s hands gripped her bouncing breast.

“Louid, I’m… ah!”

Her vision turned hazy. The thick flesh moved rapidly between her legs, and the rush of pleasure made her mind go blank.

“Endure it. Do you think one time will be enough to make you pregnant?”

He was treating their lovemaking like a form of training. To satisfy him, one night wouldn’t be enough. Emilia couldn’t even reply; only gasps and moans escaped her.

The thrusts grew rougher, and the sound of his hips slamming echoed through the room. The slap of his heavy sacs hitting her was loud. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, Louid rubbed her clitoris while driving into her harder. The dark shaft moved swiftly between her pale thighs.

“Louid, I… ah….”

Her legs trembled so violently that she could barely stand. Her knees went weak from the intense tingling.

Louid slammed into her as if punishing her, and Emilia widened her eyes as a moan burst out. The quivering walls inside her clenched tightly around him.

“Ah….”

The tightness that felt like it might crush him made Louid let out a short, ragged breath. His halted hips began to move even faster.

“Ahh, ahh, haa!”

Emilia’s cries grew louder.

“Haa, haa….”

Finally, Louid let out a deep breath and released inside her, spilling his seed deep within her walls. Even as he came, his hips didn’t stop moving.

“Ahh….”

Emilia exhaled heavily. White fluid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the floor.

“…?”

After a moment, still catching her breath, Emilia widened her eyes as Louid—who had been holding her from behind—swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

A large bathtub filled with pleasantly warm water was waiting. Setting her down gently, he stepped into the tub without hesitation.

“W-what are you doing?”

“What do you think? I’m going to wash you,” Louid replied smoothly.

“Ah!”

Startled, Emilia covered her chest with both arms.

“What are you doing?” Louid asked teasingly, finding her futile attempt to hide herself amusing and adorable.

“I can wash myself,” Emilia said slowly, her voice timid.

“Did you forget? The first night we spent together, I washed you there too.”

Louid tilted his chin toward her.

“That can’t be true.”

“It is.”

“….”

She had only suspected it before, but now that she knew it was true, her face flushed bright red. No wonder she had felt so clean that night.

“Now it’s your turn.”

“…What do you mean?”

“It’s your turn to wash me.”

Emilia’s eyes widened. He had said he would wash her, yet now he was telling her to wash him instead. She didn’t know what to make of it.

“Here.”

Louid gestured toward his lower body.

“Ah….”

Beneath the rippling water, his member stood tall and harder than before.

‘He wants me to wash that? It shouldn’t be too hard in the water.’

Recalling her earlier goal of seducing him, she moved closer and sat beside him. Then, she slipped her hand into the water and carefully wrapped it around his member.

When her soft hand kneaded the firm, veined flesh, Louid’s brow twitched. She continued to stroke the shaft slowly, watching his expression. When she circled her thumb over the tip, his forehead creased.

“Does it hurt?”

She paused, thinking he frowned because of pain.

“No. Keep going.”

At his words, Emilia resumed her movements, stroking up and down before cupping his base and massaging his sac.

“…?”

A large hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward. She was dragged toward him, and Louid covered her mouth with his. This time, she didn’t flinch and accepted his tongue. When their tongues met and rubbed together skillfully, surprise flashed in Louid’s eyes.

“You’re good at this.”

He narrowed his eyes, a sly smile curving his lips. In that instant, Emilia’s heart began pounding wildly.

‘Why does he still look so handsome even at a time like this?’

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to fall for him. Louid’s tongue curled deeper and harder. For a while, the two exchanged each other’s saliva with wet, obscene sounds.

“Now I’ll wash you.”

Louid splashed water on her chest. But his pretense of washing lasted only a moment. Soon, he pressed his face between her breasts and inhaled deeply.

“You smell good,” he whispered lowly.

“…Do I?”

Emilia frowned slightly, not understanding. A human body couldn’t have a scent. She thought he was joking.

“I’m not a flower.”

“You’re someone who makes petals fall.”

Still buried in her chest, Louid murmured. Her face grew hot.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was there that day.”

Emilia apologized for scattering the petals.

“No, it was a good experience. But why did you scatter the flowers?” he muttered with one of her nipples in his mouth.

“That’s….”

She couldn’t tell him that she’d done it while trapped in the tower, hoping someone would rescue her. Long ago, she’d realized shouting from the high tower wouldn’t reach anyone below, so she had scattered petals instead to let them know she existed.

“I just thought they were pretty. It rarely snows in the duchy, so I played alone by scattering petals like snowflakes.”

Emilia answered with a faintly bitter expression. But Louid, with his head bowed, didn’t see her face.

“I see.”

He bit down hard on her other nipple. A sharp pain spread through her whole body.

“Spread your legs.”

There was a power in his tone that couldn’t be defied. Kneeling, Emilia parted her legs. Louid’s hand slid gently between them, caressing her folds. Each movement of his hand made the water ripple softly.

“Ahh….”

When his fingers brushed her clitoris, Emilia threw her head back and moaned. Her long golden hair fanned out over the water, and with her eyes closed, she looked like a pure mermaid.

Louid shook his head and then bit her slender neck like a beast marking its prey.

“Hh, Louid!”

Emilia gasped, eyes wide, from the sudden sting. He looked satisfied for a moment, as though proud of marking his territory, then quickly schooled his expression.

“Sit on me.”

His voice was low and commanding as he whispered into her ear. Drawn to him as if by a magnet, Emilia placed her hands on his shoulders, spread her legs, and sat down over him.

“Mmh.”

Even without guiding it with her hand, his shaft slid smoothly inside her. Emilia moved instinctively. Water splashed around them.

“Haa.”

“Ahh, mm….”

The sound of their rough breathing and splashing water filled the bathroom.

Supporting her hips with both hands, Louid helped her move while thrusting up from below. Moving together made the pleasure double.

When his pace quickened, the water churned violently. Droplets flew, soaking both their faces. It was impossible to tell what was sweat and what was water.

“Mmh, Louid.”

Emilia wrapped her arms around his neck. Her full breasts pressed against his chest. The inner walls of her body clenched and released around him again and again. Reaching his limit, he released deep inside her.

“Haa….”

A moment later, white fluid spread through the water in thin streaks.

“Emilia?”

Louid called to her, limp in his arms. He washed her body and wrapped her carefully in a large towel. Water dripping from him, he carried her to the bed, gently dried her, and dressed her in a robe.

Lying down beside her, Louid held Emilia close and drifted to sleep with a satisfied smile.

***

A few days later, Louid stood by the office window, his gaze fixed outside. His eyes followed the woman with platinum-blond hair as she moved busily from the large greenhouse to the small one, then strolled through the grand garden.

“Pft.”

A small laugh escaped his lips without him realizing.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

Alex entered the office.

“Your Highness, we’ve caught the suspect from the carriage accident.”

“Really? Bring in a priest.”

“Yes, understood.”

After receiving the report, Louid immediately ordered Alex to summon a priest from the temple. Later that afternoon, Louid went down to the underground prison with the priest who had arrived.

In the cell sat a thin, rough-looking man bound to a chair.

“Your Highness, this is the one. He was caught trying to escape the Grand Duchy under suspicious circumstances, carrying a forged identity card.”

After finishing his report, Alex turned to the man and asked, “Who ordered you?”

“I, I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”

“If you tell us, we’ll spare your life. Who ordered you?” Alex questioned the man again.

“Ugh, uh….”

The man suddenly fell silent, his face twisted in terror as he shook his head.

“As expected, he must be under a black magic curse preventing him from speaking.”

Observing quietly, Louid gave the priest a nod. The priest stepped forward toward the suspect and began chanting to dispel the black magic spell.