Why the Northern Duke Wanders the Snowfields - Chapter 6

There was no need for the woman’s permission anymore.

Kay rubbed the tip of his penis against the place smeared with his saliva and the woman’s fluids and began to push in.

“Ahh!”

“Huk.”

It seemed like it went in smoothly past the entrance, but as expected, the woman was small inside, just like her frame.

The man bent his body close, wrapped the woman’s writhing body in his arms, and put all his strength into his waist as he pressed in.

“Ahh!”

At the thrilling sensation of his penis sliding in while brushing along the tight vaginal walls, the woman bit down hard on the back of her hand.

Once past the narrow entrance, her pussy pleasantly clamped down on the man’s penis.

Even after reaching the end of her womb, strength poured into the penis as it kept squirming and burrowing in.

“Ahh.”

The baby must not wake up right now.

The desperately suppressed, muffled moans set the man’s red desire ablaze.

Instinctive movements began to ripple across the bed.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

At the force of the penis thrusting hard, the woman’s body collapsed.

Goosebumps rose over the man’s entire body. The woman’s body softened wherever he touched, wherever his hands reached.

“Soft.”

The sweat and fluid-soaked skin felt like touching a newborn lamb.

Her small lower belly, no bigger than his palm, bulged and revealed the shape of his penis with every thrust.

“Everything about you is small.”

The man’s hand slowly slid up toward her breasts.

“But they are big.”

Smack.

When he struck the milk-filled breasts without causing pain, milk spurted out, soaking them and dampening the bed.

Even though his penis had already ejaculated once, climax came again in no time.

Licking the drops of milk spilling from the elastically bouncing breasts, the man couldn’t hold back the groan boiling up in his throat and cried out.

“Ugh.”

Kaeloc forcefully thrust several times into the smooth, silken flesh gripping his penis, then suddenly stopped as he spewed semen.

At that hot sensation, the woman’s waist twisted.

Feeling that movement completely, the man pulled the woman tightly into his arms.

Drunk on the woman’s scent mixed with the sweet smell of milk, the man lost himself.

In a deeply satisfied mood, the man stroked the woman’s long hair.

“You can keep staying here.”

The man granted permission as he licked the bruised back of her hand that she’d bitten to hold back her moans.

‘I feel like my soul’s about to leave my body.’

Her head felt hazy with pleasure she hadn’t felt in a long time. Unlike herself, who was panting, Kay still looked relaxed, and Aubrianna suddenly felt restless.

It was hard to move even a finger, but Aubrianna lifted her body and climbed over the man with her legs spread.

“What…?”

“I’ll do it.”

Before Kay could say anything, Aubrianna lowered her face and grabbed the man’s still hard penis with both hands.

“Ugh.”

As she gently moved the slick, warm length, slippery with their mixed fluids, up and down, the man’s waist instinctively jerked.

“Does it feel good?”

Aubrianna leisurely looked down at the man panting in her hands and slowly ran one hand down his abdomen where defined abs stood out.

Her fluid-soaked fingers traced clear paths over the ridged muscles of the man’s stomach.

“Kay….”

Calling his name low like reciting a spell, she pressed her lips to the tip of his penis. When she flicked her tongue, a salty, fishy taste filled her mouth.

“Mm!”

Never imagining the woman would take his penis into her mouth, Kay unconsciously lifted his hips and looked down.

Ah.

A small, red mouth full of his penis moved rhythmically, and inside it, a warm, moist tongue gently coiled around him.

Had my past self ever experienced something like this?

“Ugh.”

Along with the sensation of her soft breasts pressing against his firm thighs, a gentle hand stroked the two tightly drawn sacs.

Overwhelmed by the surging pleasure, the man closed his eyes tightly and tilted his head back.

Aubrianna’s red eyes glimmered sensitively as she watched his jaw bulge with tension and his distinctly masculine Adam’s apple.

Kaeloc Tennant.

The master of the maid Aubrianna and the Young Duke of House Tennant who ruled the north.

And now he was trembling defenselessly in her mouth and hands.

“Aubrianna.”

Flinch. The man gently stroked her head and called her name.

“That’s enough now.”

Even having lost his memory, his voice carried an authority that couldn’t be refused.

Pop!

As the thick shaft slipped out of her mouth like a stopper being pulled, saliva and precum spilled down from the corner of her lips.

“You’re spilling everything.”

With a tenacious gaze that seemed to lick over her face, he wiped her lips with his finger.

The woman obediently looked up at him with red eyes, her lips crushed and swollen.

At the sight so seductive it sent shivers through him, the man hurriedly pushed her down.

“We’re doing it one more time.”

Aubrianna obediently lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

“As you wish.”

Between her flower-redened folds, semen the man had left behind streamed down.

“You’re leaking here too.”

As he lifted his finger to plug the hole, the woman’s hand came down to stop him.

“Hurry.”

As if she couldn’t endure it, she twisted her slender waist, and her temptingly full breasts swayed. That movement robbed the man of any remaining thought.

In an instant, the penis filling her moved fast and violently. Having already mapped the path inside her from their first round, there was no hesitation.

The man’s forehead beaded with sweat even though it was winter as he fiercely pounded the place where the woman sobbed, and Aubrianna’s whole body grew drenched as well.

“Ahh!”

As Aubrianna trembled and lifted her waist high, Kay changed positions to follow her, never slowing his pace.

“Ahh, wait a moment. I’m about to….”

As she tried to say she was coming, the man’s hard penis pressed down as if sealing her cervix shut.

“Ahhh.”

“Huff, huff, huff.”

Having gone through multiple climaxes intense enough to drain her body not long after recovering from a cold, Aubrianna finally closed her eyes.

Feeling her body still shaking until the very end.

***

“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Marchin.”

Telling the coachman who had safely run the long distance to at least drink a cup of something warm before leaving, Head Maid Nellie tugged at her shawl as she sent him to the lounge.

The front gate of the ducal estate, chilled after sunset, was crowded with servants holding torches and others unloading luggage.

“It’s a relief the maids arrived before winter really set in.”

Northern winters were so harsh that travel became difficult the moment the season changed.

“These days, young people keep leaving for the capital, Beska, so it’s hard to find people to work.”

The head butler, always wearing a stiff expression, took a pocket watch from his pocket to check the time and stopped Evan.

“Yes, Butler.”

After carefully inspecting the bag in Evan’s hands, Harrick, the butler, opened his thin, wrinkled lips.

“The luggage is neatly packed. Take this to the annex.”

Indeed, the luggage bag Evan was carrying was a little wrinkled and worn, but the leather was neatly treated, and there was no dust on it.

“And you’re not even checking whose it is?”

At Mrs. Nellie’s words, Harrick slipped the watch into his vest pocket and watched the servants working with sharp eyes.

“When you see one, you know ten. Is the meal prepared?”

“I prepared something simple, just as you said.”

Harrick nodded. “This winter seems like it’ll be harsher than usual, so we have to conserve provisions.”

Mrs. Nellie didn’t say anything.

The north’s winter was always rough and cruel to humans.

‘But starving people who work at the ducal estate is ridiculous.’

If rumors spread that the ducal estate was stingy, it would be even harder to find people to work in the future.

She told Lien, who was standing beside her, to go to the kitchen and add more goat’s milk to the soup that was boiling.

She hoped the maids who came from far away would eat their fill and have a good first impression of the north.

“Now line up.”

When Mrs. Nellie stepped forward, the young women who had been chattering among themselves shut their mouths and looked at her.

That was when it happened.

“Please. I think something’s wrong.”

A pale-faced woman with brown hair and a plain hat opened her mouth in an earnest voice, her hands clasped together.

When people’s eyes gathered on her, the woman looked around with a tense face, then stepped forward.

“No one is listening to me. I wasn’t supposed to come here. Where I’m supposed to go is….”

“Here we go again.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

At the other women’s murmurs, the woman hesitated, but she gathered her courage again.

“My name is Aubrianna Morel. I think there’s been some mistake. Please send me to Alandor.”

Alandor was a seaside city in the southeast of the capital.

Mrs. Nellie checked the ledger in her hand.

“Aubrianna Morel…. Come closer.”

Aubrianna approached with a sliver of hope at the gesture of the woman who looked like she had status.

“I was originally supposed to enroll in a girls’ school in Alandor. I got on the carriage going there, but I came here.”

The unique red eyes that looked sharp and her slender but straight, proper posture made her look, at a glance, like a young lady from a noble family.

But after quickly checking the clothes that were worn and mended, Mrs. Nellie looked down at the ledger and said, “Here it is. Coldwell Orphanage.”