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Left alone now that the banquet was over, Lyle came out with just a bathrobe on. The steam followed in his wake as he walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, dipping slightly under his weight as he crossed his legs. 

From here on out, this will be their shared bedroom. Well-furnished and lavished with the freshest flowers, highest quality materials, and expensive antiques. Even their large bed was said to be custom-made and handcrafted by an artisan. Excessive opulence Lyle couldn't wrap his head around. 

The Ducal Vulpes household may even be wealthier than the royal family. 

Lyle continued to dry his hair with the towel around his shoulders as he immersed himself in deep thought. 

He read the book from the perspective of the protagonist, and even then, Lyle didn't understand her choices. 

In his opinion, the male lead, the crown prince, wasn't even all that amazing. Overbearing yet indecisive. Never giving the protagonist a sense of security when encountering love rivals. A sweet and caring pretense that crumbles in helplessness under those with higher strength and authorities. 

Meanwhile, Vince had been sincere and devoted. Moving mountains, providing resources and opportunities—letting the protagonist shine under his care. He was even willing to dirty his hands just to keep his beloved safe from harm. 

Yet what did he get in return? 

A crown prince accusing the Vulpes family of human trafficking, illegal drug trades, tax evasions, and even selling government secrets to neighbouring countries. Blackening their reputation further and stripping them of their nobility. 

The whole household was executed in a month's time. 

Staring at the mirror affixed on the table, coldness gleamed in Lyle's eyes. A reflection of his past self looking back at him. Full of greed—living for the sake of vengeance. To watch his enemies suffer under his feet with a heart full of satisfaction. Ruthless and unforgiving. This ugly side of him he hid for a long time… 

If the saintess spoke out… If she was truly innocent and virtuous as she deemed herself to be, would she have just watched it all happen from the sidelines? Especially after all the things Vince had done for her?

Now that he was Vince's wife …

Lyle looked away, patting his face with the towel. 

Perhaps … His coming into this world held a deeper meaning. Besides, without Vince's help and influence, would the main character become the saintess so easily? 

The knock startled him out of his thoughts. His gaze softening when Vince entered the room. Also in robes whilst holding a bottle of champagne. 

"I was thinking we could drink a bit, to ease our mood." Despite their flirting and teasing promises, Vince chose a considerate and gentle approach. It was their first time, and his sweet nua must be anxious. Vince didn't want to rush Lyle into anything, and he didn't mind taking their time. Just knowing Lyle was finally his wife made him feel fulfilled and content.

The silly grin on Vince made Lyle stare at the man unblinkingly. His husband … 

As Lyle took a glass and sipped the bubbly drink, he cupped Vince's cheek, and pressed their lips together. 

Vince's eyes widened a fraction at the boldness, before opening his mouth. 

His adam's apple bobbed, swallowing down the sweet drink. Their tongues entangled for a short while. Parting with a thin strand breaking on their lips. 

Vince smiled. "Delicious." 

Lyle continued to stare at him, looking into his bright purples. The puffiness in the undereyes almost gone. Then, his hand reached over, gently carding through smooth golden locks… This handsome man was all his. "It is." 

Vince felt his heart tremble and stammer wildly. His breath caught in his throat as Lyle moved in for another kiss. Then another. Soft and sweet, ever so gentle. Yet all the more tempting. 

Vince gripped the sheets with one hand, reigning in his desires threatening to spill out. While his other hand held onto Lyle's waist, encouraging and supportive. 

Parting, their soft breaths mingled. Both not realising when they had closed their eyes. 

Vince gently smiled, "Satisfied?" 

"… Are you?" 

"No. It's not enough."

Lyle finally smiled. "… Me too." 

Vince's heart was going to explode. "You're really—"

"I'm ready, husband."

The bed bounced slightly under both of their weights as Lyle was pressed down by Vince. 

His robes quickly went undone, revealing unblemished fair skin, sculpted muscles, and a bountiful chest. 

Vince engraved each detail into memory. From the perking pink nipples, their toned abs, trailing down to their half erect member. "Every part of you is beautiful, that it's a sin." 

Lyle tried not to be bothered being exposed. Since he never had a partner before, this was all new territory. And right now, Vince looked like he couldn't wait to eat him. 

"May I?" 

Lyle couldn't help flushing at the desperate tone. His heart always skipped when Vince desired him so much. So he answered softly, "… Yes." And spread his legs on his own volition. 

Vince could now see the plump lips beneath the balls, leaking out transparent slick. His breathing became a bit faster. 

He slapped himself internally. Get it together! He couldn't bear it if he hurt Lyle due to his selfishness. 

Vince moved up, trailing kisses down Lyle's neck. His hands could finally grope the soft mass of flesh of his wife's bosom, squeezing them slightly. Gods, they felt as amazing as he thought they'd be. 

He really wanted to be more unscrupulous. Wondering what it'd be like for his dick to be pressed in between them. The head bumping into Lyle's small lips—

"Nnghm haah." Lyle let out a breathy moan as Vince pinched his nipples. Pressing and flickering the nubs that now stood erect. 

Vince couldn't hold himself back from moving closer. His hot breath fanning over the tit. And he might be salivating a bit. 

"… You can … do whatever you want." 

Vince groaned. "Don't say that. It's our first time. We should—"

"I want to see all sides to my husband … including the perverted one." 

Vince knew Lyle was teasing him. Just playful goading. He should ignore it and continue to be gentle. Take things slow. And—

"Oooh!" 

Lyle's back arched as Vince took a nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard and flickering their hot tongue. Whilst their hand rubbed and pinched the other one. 

… Shit. Vince really couldn't control himself anymore. He blamed his wife for being too tempting, and gently bit on the tit. 

"Hcck! Aah haah." 

The noises Lyle made were soft. Almost inaudible as if he didn't want anyone to hear. But being as close as Vince was, it was loud enough for him. 

Damnit. Even in bed, Lyle continued to be a delicate nua in Vince's eyes. It's almost secretive, only for those worthy who can see Lyle in such a state. Hear his low breathless moans. To feel his body tremble under his fingertips. 

And Vince was the champion responsible for pleasuring his goddess. 

His mouth pulled away, slicking the tender nipple with his saliva. 

He peppered more kisses down to their abdomen, watching those muscles flex and relax. Vince dragged his tongue further down to their trimmed pubes. Finally meeting the base of Lyle's cock, fully standing and dribbling of precum. 

Vince lapped up the shaft. All clean and smooth. Reaching the head to suck on the slit and taste his wife’s essence for the first time. 

Lyle gripped the sheets, his legs threatened to close but Vince held them open. His heart raced, his breathing increasing as the groans left his lips. 

The stimulation on his cock caused more fluids to leak out of his cunt. Now twitching and drooling like a hungry mouth. He wanted … 

"Vin." 

Vince looked up, swirling tongue more around the head before letting go. 

"Nngghn." Lyle's hips twitched. 

"I know. I'm thirsty too." His own cock stood at attention through the parted robes. Leaking and throbbing profusely, much longer and thicker than Lyle's. 

Seeing it made Lyle's pussy clench. A hint of nervousness in his eyes. Did he prepare enough?

Vince didn't know of Lyle's turmoil. Only mesmerized by the fat puffy lips waiting to greet him. 

He flattened his tongue and didn't hesitate to lap and drink up the juices spilling out. Not minding how his nose pressed on the balls. barely a hint of sweat. All floral from the soaps. 

"Aaah haah. Mmngnn. V-Vin, that's—oooh!" Lyle's hip jerked as Vince sucked on the clit. 

The blond added more pressure to keep Lyle's legs open as he continued. 

Strong shots of pleasure hit Lyle's core that his essences were spilling out more copiously. But Vince didn't care that his face was getting wet. He was thirsty, and he meant it. 

Pushing his tongue inside the quivering hole, he lapped the trembling walls, clenching down on him. 

Lyle's toes curled in, his chest rising and falling faster. He was coming. And he warned Vince through choked gasps. 

"Vin … V-Vin, it's—I'm—" 

Vince sucked hard on the clit and shoved three fingers inside without preamble. 

"Nnghnnn!!!" Lyle threw his head back as he squirted. His seed spilled on his stomach as his juices gushed out. Right into Vince's awaiting mouth. 

Lyle trembled and jerked as Vince continued to lick him, making him oversensitive that he pushed their head away. 

Vince moved up to kiss Lyle deeply, entangling their tongues. Letting Lyle have a taste of just how delicious he was to Vince. Parting to catch their breaths. 

"Good?"

Lyle hummed, kissing Vince's Jaw. 

"Would you like to rest for a bit?"

Lyle glanced down. 

Vince's cock rubbed against his folds, weeping desperately for release. 

Vince couldn't help but laugh softly, full of affection in his voice. "Don't mind it. I can wait." 

"… Didn't I say I prepared myself?" Lyle met his husband's gaze. "… Put it in." 

"… Are you sure? You just came. You're still sensitive."

"… Don't you want to feel that? How tight I'd be … Helplessly massaging your cock … reaching deeply inside." 

Whispers of a temptress that is his wife made Vince let out a harsh breath. His eyes darkened with lust. "… You'll really be the death of me." 

Lyle watched as Vince lined up the tip to his entrance, pushing in slowly. His breath hitched, reminding himself to relax. But it was impossible. Vince was spreading him wider than he prepared himself to be, and reaching deeper than he ever could. 

Vince himself wasn't doing better either. It was hot and tight, the walls clamping down on his shaft as he continued to push in. He almost came when he bottomed out and Lyle moaned. 

It didn't help that he could see a bulge where his cock was. Fuck. 

Lyle's head blanked, feeling his womb pressed by the head. The entrance of it sucked on the tip, unused to the intruder greeting it. 

Vince panted, using all of his will to not come immediately. He rested his head on his wife's soft pillowy chest, but unable to help himself from grinding his hips down. 

"Hcck! Nghn-aah! Haah aah." 

Lyle felt shots of precum pour inside. As if trying to pry his womb open. 

His hands clawed at Vince's back for purchase, unable to escape nor move his hips away. 

"You feel so good. Can I move, love? Please?" 

"Y-Yes." 

"Thank you. Thank you." Vince pulled back, leaving only the head, and slammed all in. 

"Oooooh!" Lyle's mouth hung open with his tongue lolled out. It crushed his womb. 

But he wasn't given a chance to recover. Because his consent earlier gave Vince everything he needed. 

The moans and cries spilled out as the harsh sound of the bed creaking and skin slapping echoed in the room. Plap plap plap! Vince relentlessly thrusted his hips, pounding into Lyle, practically bending his wife in half to put all his weight into fucking him. 

Lyle couldn't take it anymore, and cried out as he orgasmed. Clenching tightly down on Vince as his juices sprayed out. 

Vince didn't hold back, shooting his load into Lyle's womb. The hot and thick semen lodged inside, pooling to fill up the space as much as possible. 

But one time wasn’t enough. 

Lyle groaned as Vince began to move again. "Wait. Wait, V-Vin. I just cam—mmphn! Mmghn." 

Kissed senseless, Lyle's protests and cries were swallowed up. Leaving him under Vince's mercy. 

Plap plap plap plap! 

Even as Lyle climaxed, Vince didn't stop moving. Completely possessed. 

Vince shot his seeds into Lyle, again and again. Clogging up the tubes to reach for unfertilized eggs, filling the womb to the brim, even to the point of some spilling out along with Lyle's essences. Frothing at the entrance. 

Hot tears slid down Lyle's cheeks, replacing old ones as he came for the umpteenth time. And he flushed bright red when hot yellow piss mixed in. Embarrassment filled him, ashamed to have done such a thing. 

But to Vince who stared at it… 

"A-Ah. No." Lyle felt Vince grow bigger. "Can't. Can't—mmph." Kissed again, Lyle accepted his fate. His pupils had long since turned into helpless hearts as his eyes rolled back. 

None of him was going to be spared. 

The afternoon rays finally stirred Lyle awake. He found the sheets have been replaced, and he himself was wiped clean. "… Nghn." Only on the outside. Bits of cum dribbled out of his holes. Vince didn't forget to fill up his ass too. 

With a body littered with hickeys, hand-marked bruises, and bites, Lyle didn't want to get up at all. In fact, his heart soared with content. 

Lyle understood now why people enjoyed sex. 

Vince knocked on the door and entered with a serving cart. "Oh, you're awake." He hurriedly went over, cupping his wife's cheek to kiss his lips. "How do you feel? Is your body okay?" 

Lyle hummed. "… It's okay." His voice was a bit hoarse. 

Vince immediately poured tea in a cup, helping his beloved to sit up first before giving it to him. 

"Rest for a few days … and I'm sorry." 

"What for?"

"For … not being gentler with you." Vince reflected afterwards when Lyle passed out. He did a number on his wife, and on their first night no less! How could he not restrain himself better. 

Carrying his wife to the bath as he called a servant to change the sheets, Vince felt both proud and guilty in the marks he left as he cleaned them both up. 

Lyle didn't answer immediately as he took a sip of his tea. He glanced at the bite marks and hickeys he left on Vince's neck as the blond wore their collar open. And if Vince stripped, no doubt the scratch marks on their back from his nails would be apparent. 

He was satisfied. 

"I enjoyed it … so there is nothing to apologize for." 

"But—" Lyle placed a finger on Vince's lips. 

"We'll plan better next time… For now, I'm hungry."

Vince let out a breath, and sported a more relaxed smile. "Of course. I prepared your favourite." 

Ever the attentive and caring husband, Vince accompanied Lyle all day. 

"What about your work?"

Vince snuggled into his wife's chest. A privilege he gained. "We're newlyweds. They won't bother us." 

And come nighttime, Vince recently discovered Lyle's sleeping habit. 

"You sleep naked?!" 

Lyle blinked. "… Is that a problem?"

Lyle had never seen Vince shake his head so fast. 

"How could that be? Whatever my wife is comfortable with, I'm also content." 

"……"

Lyle was sore once more the next day. But this time, he was able to move around much better. Maybe he was getting used to their nightly activities. 

Nevertheless, their closeness and affection for each other didn't lessen one bit. It felt like, even after the week passing, they still had that newlywed energy. 

Lyle even acquired a new nickname for his old man. "Bibi, it's time for dinner." 

"Alright." Vince stretched, setting aside his documents as he got up. 

Lyle felt all warm and fuzzy when Vince always made him the highest priority. 

He expected to be told many things: 'I'll have dinner later', or 'I just need a few more minutes to finish up', and even 'Go ahead and have dinner without me.' 

But without fail, Vince always accompanied him no matter what it may be. Whether it was for walks, eating times, or shopping. 

Vince also never worked late so that Lyle wouldn't be sleeping alone. 

It made Lyle feverishly affectionate during their time in bed. Making out until both were breathless, and then starting again. Leaving their mouths tingling. Then at times, Lyle became more proactive in their lovemaking by riding his man. 

But that's for another time. 

Lyle did find it a bit funny seeing the head butler look at Vince with defeat as his husband went to embrace him, telling him he was done with work for the day. 

The Duke's house was full of peaceful winter days. 

Only with the thawing of snow did the coming of spring let its presence known. 

Lyle glanced at the budding flowers in the garden from his study. 

… In a month's time, the main character will arrive.