The time struck midnight. Unlike how he was usually, the Duke reeked with the strong smell of blood.
Due to the murderous atmosphere surrounding his master and the smell of blood, Jerome was frightened for a moment then he masked his expression.
Milady is asleep and the young master had arrived. There’s nothing else of particular importance that needs to be reported.
Jerome gave a brief report of what his master mostly wanted to know. Hugo simply nodded at him, turned around and walked away. As Jerome watched the further moving back of his master, he once again ordered a maid to prepare a bath for his master.
After which he turned around quietly and quickly chased after the group of Knights that were leaving the castle.
Sir Heba!
One of the Knights stopped walking and waited until Jerome had reached him.
What’s wrong?
(Sir Heba)
Dean wondered quizzically as he looked at Jerome who seemed somewhat serious.
Did something happen? The Lord doesn’t usually return covered in blood…
Ah, we met a group of thieves on our way back.
Thieves in the vicinity? I don’t think the security here is that lousy…
Tell me about it, I don’t know where they came from but they were robbing nearby peddlers and the Lord discovered it.
…I see. Did his Grace personally punish them? It seems they weren’t usual robbers.
Instead of replying, Dean gave a wry smile. They weren’t professional robbers. It was unfortunate for those roaming beggars that were trying to steal and were caught.
Punishment? The Lord didn’t ask of their crimes. He just blew their throats off on the spot. Thanks to that, the peddlers that were able to escape from their robbers were much more afraid than they were grateful.
Through they were robbers, among them were young men that had not yet reached maturity but the Duke didn’t tolerate such charity. Rather than call it a punishment, it was more of a slaughter.
Dean would think that he’d gotten used to it but every time he witnessed the cruelty of the Duke, he would recoil. Just like today.
So, you’re saying nothing else happened?
Yes. Pretty much.
Dean shrugged. Apart from the death of a few thieves, there wasn’t much else that needed to be mentioned.
When he was subduing barbarians, did his mood seem foul or…?
When they were subduing barbarians, the manner in which the Lord killed them off was extremely cruel. It was on an entirely different level from the way he killed enemies in the past war.
Only the seasoned knights that accompanied him to subdue barbarians were able to see this side of him. It was not a situation that could easily be described with ‘he was in a bad mood’ or what not.
Dean was unable to put it in words so he just shook his head.
I understand. It must have been a tiring journey. Please rest.
(Jerome)
I will. Farewell
Hugo spent a lot of time soaking in the bathtub as though to wash off the pungent smell of blood. However, the sickening bloody smell under his nose still didn’t disappear.
Before, such things had never bothered him but when he saw Jerome’s hesitant-to-draw-closer face, the face of his wife came to mind.
When he imagined her seeing him and stepping back in fear, his heart sank.
‘I don’t want to show this to her.’
The moment he reached that conclusion, the feeling of blood that he’d never felt anything wrong with before suddenly felt disgusting.
‘An Honorable Noble? A Mighty Knight? What rubbish.’
When he stripped off his shell, he was no more than a hunter. A slaughterer that hunted humans.
Hugo knew of the madness that flowed within his blood. It was tenacious as it urged him into that madness, for it wished to see rivers of blood.
If it weren’t for the past war, he would have probably become a notorious murderer. The dull feeling of a person’s neck flying off filled him with thrill, the smell of blood gave him a sense of liberation.
Even when he could see the desperation in the eyes of the people as they faced death, he didn’t feel any sort of guilt. He’d never had any nightmares either.
For generations, the Master of Taran was a mighty knight and a brilliant Lord. The Taran lineage had a special blood that passed down superior physical abilities and intellect to their descendants hence why the Taran family was obsessed with preserving the purity of their bloodline.
According to the words of Philip, Hugo was a successful product. However, he’d never felt proud of that fact.
[This cursed blood. I will gladly end it here.]
Although he performing solemnly at his conferment ceremony, inwardly, Hugo was grinding his teeth.
He wanted to trample the cursed Taran bloodline and not leave any traces. He wanted to revel in delight as those dead ancestors of his ran amok in hell with anger.
‘If only that old geezer didn’t come with Damian.’
When Philip appeared with Damian, Hugo’s resolve to end his own lineage became all for naught.
After Hugo was done with his bath, he walked to his bedroom then stood holding the door knob. After worrying for a while, he turned around and walked to his wife’s bedroom. After entering, it didn’t take long for his eyes to adjust to the darkness in her bedroom.
He walked to the bed and for a while, he stood, watching her sleeping figure on the bed. Although he was just looking at her, his heart felt somewhat strange.
It was as though his heart was sick for it because somehow, he found it difficult to just keep watching her.
He lifted up the blanket and slid in beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her soft body into his arms.
He then buried his nose in her neck, breathing in her fruit-like fragrance. He closed his eyes and after a while, he could feel his sharpened nerves calm down.
Within Hugo, there were two sides that existed. The reason he could return to being the Taran Duke as though nothing happened after he’d hunted and soaked himself with the blood of humans was because he’d separated himself into two.
Perhaps a normal person would have gone insane but Hugo’s spirit was abnormally strong and tenacious.
However, it took more time in order for him to fully return to being Duke Hugo after becoming Hunter Hugo than when it was the opposite way around. He needed more time to calm down the madness in his blood as it got excited by slaughter.
Surprisingly, this time, perhaps because of the warmth in his arms, he was calming down much faster than usual.
Now that the excitement from slaughter had subsided, the heat in his lower abdomen began to spread throughout his body. At first, he’d just wanted to embrace her and fall asleep however after feeling her warm temperature, her soft skin and breathing her in, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
‘I’ll feel just a little bit…’
He slipped his hands inside her nightwear as he kissed her neck then he carefully squeezed her breast, watching for her reaction.
‘Will she wake up?’
Betraying his expectations, she was still fast asleep.
‘Why is she such a heavy sleeper?’
He grumbled. Her husband had been away for a long time and just returned, kissing and touching her yet she stayed asleep. He was dissatisfied. He refused to hold back anymore.
He sat up on the bed and kicked the blanket covering her to the ground. He lowered himself to her legs, lifted up her slender ankle and kissed the tip of her foot.
He put her small foot into his mouth, licking it with his tongue then sucked and rolled his tongue around it like candy.
He kissed and licked her ankle then moved his lips to her calf, sucking on it before giving it a light bite and kissing it.
He didn’t know if she was going to wake up even with all these caresses. He usually had a lot of work so he would retire late to the bedroom and sometimes he would wake her up after she slept off first.
She usually would have woken up at this point but today, it seemed like she was in a remarkably deep sleep.
However, seeing her like this only triggered his obstinacy. He lifted his hands to her waist and stripped off her petite lace panties.
He then grabbed her thighs and spread them apart causing the mouth of her bashfully concealed petal to open slightly. His lower abdomen began to throb at this sight causing him to frown.
He had to suppress his throbbing member that was begging to enter.
He lowered his lips to the pale, tender flesh of her thighs, suckling till he made a mark. As he looked at the red hickey, he gave a smile of satisfaction.
Because it wasn’t in an easily discoverable location, she wouldn’t be able say anything.
‘When would she find this mark?’
He really wanted to see her expression the moment she did. She would probably panic. Her face would go red and she wouldn’t know what to do.
He looked up again only to find her still fast asleep.
Sleeping so well you wouldn’t even know when you’re carried away.
‘Let’s see how far you can endure.’
He lowered his head again, kissing her hot spring that was hidden within her forest. He licked, suckled, swallowed and repeatedly swirled his tongue around it then slipped the tip of his tongue into her slightly open entrance.
As he licked her tender flesh and continuously ravaged her insides with his tongue, her dry spring began to flow.
Translator’s Corner:
Abrupt ending. I know. Don’t hurt me. (ノдヽ)
The words were so flowery this time hahaha.
< — Damian — > (6)
TN: Sorry for the cliff (I think?).
Lucia awakened to the feeling of strange heat spreading through her lower regions. In her half-asleep, half-awake state, she felt an external stimulus exciting the sensitive junction between her thighs.
Before she could grasp the situation, she felt an intense stimulation travel through her as something plunge inside of her.
Hk!
Both of her legs were held firmly apart and her most delicate part between her legs was being sucked up. She managed to lift her head and look down only to find his head buried between her legs.
Lucia forced her still asleep brain to function.
‘Is he back? Since when?’
However, she wasn’t able to contemplate for long. His pointy tongue touched her petite vaginal entrance and pierced into her. A tingling sensation travelled up her spine.
Lucia shuddered as though stuck by lightning and couldn’t help but utter a cry.
Ah!
His tongue wasn’t as hard as his fingers but it was a lot more accurate. Lucia felt intense excitement from the unseen stimulation. She grabbed the sheets tightly and her head trembled as she moaned.
Her waist swayed and she tried to close her thighs but he held her legs firmly apart so it didn’t turn out as she wished. He spread her legs strongly and violated her insides with his tongue.
He sucked intensely on her drooling entrance like it was an oasis discovered in a desert. He tasted her soft and moist inner flesh then explored deeper with his tongue, exciting her and enjoying her reactions.
As fluids gushed from her oasis, a thick smell spread out and he could see that she was fully awake. He fondled the small protrusion on her center with his tip of his tongue then poked and prodded before finally lightly biting down on it.
Hk! Ah! Ang!
Her small moans transformed into passionate cries. Until those cries turned to sobs, he did not take his lips off her vagina. He kissed, licked, suckled and swallowed.
He couldn’t stop himself savoring from the odd flavor and aroma of her body fluids. He sucked as though to swallow her aroused fleshy mound and in response, her waist shook excitedly in the air then flopped down.
Hugo licked from her lower abdomen and traveled all the way to her breasts. Her eyes were unfocused as they blankly stared at him.
It was a pity. If only the surroundings were a bit brighter then he would have been able to see her flushed appearance.
He wove his hands into her negligee and squeezed her chest. He grabbed her soft and tender breasts with his palms that were coarse from wielding the sword.
Her skin felt as smooth as the finest silk and every time he touched her he felt good. Whether it was her face that was without the slightest blemish or her milky teeth that had no defects.
The fact that only him, her husband would be able to feel and see such a sight satisfied his possessiveness.
He lowered his head and took a mouthful of the appetizing fruit in front of him. Stimulated by his caresses, her nipple stood firmly as it was fondled and swallowed by the anxious tongue.
She gave off a delicious fragrance. It was such a captivating smell that if he could, he’d swallow it all.
As he listened to her gasping and moaning sounds, he couldn’t help but admired how he was able to hold back and endure all this while.
From the first day of the hunt, he suffered from an overpowering sense of hunger (desire) and thirst. No matter how much he hunted barbarians, he was not satisfied.
[Whatever, I don’t give a damn.]
He tried to break off the string that had tied up his heart. Wavering? So what if I waver?
He alone was intoxicated with her and didn’t know what to do and she’d never tried to make him waver.
He reached out with one hand and spread her closed thighs apart. His member had hardened to the extent that it ached and was begging to be released.
He took a place between her legs and quickly lifted her weight. In a single thrust, he penetrated into her without any hindrances, hitting deep into her womb.
Her body flinched slightly as it accepted the intruder.
Ah!
Haa…
His hand supported her body while his other hand on the bed squeezed the sheets of the bed tightly. A grunting moan flowed out of his mouth.
This was it. Her slippery insides wrapped perfectly around his manhood as they squeezed. Their point of union fit tightly without any gaps.
As he burrowed his desire into her warm and wet insides, he was filled with a sense of perfect satisfaction. Her breasts under him bounced up and down with the little movements he made.
Her pink nipples, wet from his saliva and her glossy fair chest were littered with marks from him. Her taste that had been in his mouth till now still excited him.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue then licked it softly. He fondled and played with it a few times then took the whole thing into his mouth.
Ung…Aah!
He teasingly chewed on it before sucking with great force. He loosely rolled his tongue around it, lightly bit it then repeatedly suckled strongly.
Her body shuddered in excitement as she released a small moan and her inner walls clamped down on him tightly. Although it was good to taste her soft breasts, he couldn’t stay still anymore.
Lift your waist.
Only the end of his sentence flowed into her ears. Lucia who’d been moaning due to his persistent caresses felt thrill at the vague sound of his deep voice.
Vividly remembering his movements when he’d thrust deeply into her, her insides throbbed and squeezed at him.
Lucia watched as a suppressed groan left his mouth and her mouth felt dry. Her heart grew desperate and she reached out, grabbing his hand that was next to her while placing her other hand under the pillow then she wrapped both of her legs around his waist.
Hugo grabbed her buttocks, moved closer on his knees and lifted her waist into the air. He pulled out from her anxiously soaked inner walls and heavily drove his searing hot member deep into her.
Huuu…
Maybe because it had been a while, she felt that his thing was much bigger. It completely filled up her body as it entered and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
She put more force into her hands, clenching tightly on his hands and when he saw the slight grimace on her face, he spoke.
Slowly?
Lucia pursed her lips and nodded her head. He slipped out then slowly moved his waist as he re-entered. The feeling of his desire hitting her deepest spot was numbing and she let out a moan-like sigh.
Ah…hng.
His firm member repeatedly penetrated her, heating up her insides. Deeply and at times, shallowly. As his movement to control the intensity continued, her tender, relaxed insides tightened and swallowed him.
Haa…Really…
He muttered with a murky subdued voice.
Your insides are practically devouring me.
As she drew closer to her climax, her tight squeeze on him began to lessen. He couldn’t hold back his impulse to rampage deeper inside of her. He felt good when he put it inside of her but when he began to move, the feeling was amazing.
The movement of his waist quickly increased in speed, plunging deeper without reserve.
A-! Aah!
Her body shook in accordance with his movements, swaying rhythmically with each thrust. Her body twisted and twitched as she mewled in pleasure.
When he slowly pulled outwards, it felt like her insides were pulling away with him and when he thrust hard, the heavy force caused her body to tingle.
He lowered his head to kiss her wet eyelashes then he moved to her earlobes, licking and biting then he whispered.
Do you know your expression right now…is a little crazy?
He held her waist firmly so she wouldn’t move up to the head of the bed and thrust powerfully. Every time he rammed into her, her eyes glistened and flickered and his rough breathing echoed in her ears.
You look like you’re about to cry but…your insides won’t let me go…ha…hng…this…do you like it? Does it feel good?
Ah! Ang!
Tell me, do you want me to go deeper? Does you like when I put it this way?
He didn’t feel embarrassed by his teasing words. Just like he’d said, her insides were actively sucking and wrapping around him. Her sensitive inner walls moved with him as though attached to his penis and the movement excited her immensely.
A-! Hugh! Too-! Hng!
The stimulation was too intense. She felt short of air as though she was falling from an incredible height. His hard penis ravaged her vigorously and when he moved outwards, she felt like she was losing her mind.
As though to split her into two, his heated shaft repeatedly thrust in and out of her. And every time her deep inner flesh was prodded and rubbed, she screamed at the pleasure that filled her brain.
Her body twitched and gasped at his seemingly never-ending thrusts.
Haa-! Aak!
Reaching her climax, Lucia lowered her head and screamed seductively. As her inner walls viciously clamped down on him, a wild roar burst forth from within him. She spasmed in pleasure and he continued to burrow into her.
Hng…ng…Hugh…just..a sec…a moment…
Lucia teared up from the intense stimulation. She wanted him to pause for a moment but it seemed as though her pleas had excited him as his movements grew fiercer.
His hip muscles contracted and relaxed as he frantically thrust into her. Her legs that were wrapped around his waist seemingly lost power as they slipped off his waist.
He grabbed both of her legs and drew her closer to him then he lifted her buttocks and plunged even deeper inside her. After several attempts, he held her ankles side-by-side in one hand then his stiff enthusiasm entered her narrow entrance, repeatedly advancing and retreating.
Uue-! Hk!
It was exhausting. But it felt good. His powerful force as he penetrated her, his passionate movements as though he wanted to eat her up, his muscular movements that she could make out through her blurry eyes, his low moans that slipped out intermittently too, she liked them all and they excited her.
Her body had learnt the joy of a union with a man. Her buds blossomed, her petals grew and as time flew by, she was in full bloom. Her ecstatic body was open to the one she loved.
As the wall that she’d built against him disappeared completely, her body reacted more actively to his coupling. Her body sensed his body and instinctively reacted to him and this change was driving him crazy.
He let her legs fall to one side and grabbing her behind, he penetrated her slowly. As he was enraptured by the churning of her tender insides, she closed her eyes and gasped for breath.
Whenever his moving penis hit and stimulated a sensitive spot, her forehead would wrinkle slightly.
He once again grabbed her ankles and positioned them upwards then began to burrow deeply into her vagina. Again, her body trembled greatly and she uttered a cry of pleasure.
Her lingering hand on his shoulders felt as though it would slip so she clasped down firmly with her fingers. The painful sensation of her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she held on with all her might infused more heat into his underbelly.
Hng!
…Ku-!
His body stiffened momentarily as he released deep inside her womb. Lucia felt a hot fluid spreading and filling up her insides and she shut her eyes. Her vaginal walls clenched and squeezed him tightly.
His arms shook and a growl escaped his throat while her body twitched and spasmed with pleasure.
Hha…Hha…
His weight came down on her as he stopped to catch his breath. He wasn’t completely leaning on her as he held some of his weight with his elbow but his body moderately pressing down on her gave her a pleasant feeling of comfort.
Lucia placed her shivering hand on his head and the sensation of running her hand through his slightly wet hair felt good.
Translator’s Corner:
I forgot how long steamy scenes take to translate.
This chapter was so long(1k words longer than usual) I started to feel like the author got inspired while writing this scene. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡.
Also make sure you’re reading this on rubymaybe translations! ?
