It was a Political Marriage, But I’m Being Loved - Chapter 35

Just from the way Achilles fondled each of her breasts in turn, Charlize felt her body give in again light, trembling, and helpless under his touch. As she shuddered through another climax, he exhaled a hot breath, unable to hide the desire burning within him.

He was struggling internally. He hadn’t planned to go all the way tonight, but watching Charlize beneath him, breathless and undone, made it nearly impossible to hold back.

“Charlize. My rose,” he whispered. “May I put myself inside you?”

He had made a promise to himself: if there was even a flicker of fear in her eyes, he wouldn’t go through with it. But what he saw wasn’t fear—it was anticipation, and a touch of nervous excitement.

“You already have my permission… haah…”

Her soft voice, mixed with the remnants of her sigh, undid him. Achilles gently laid her down on the bed, then hurried to remove his outer coat and shirt. Her body, still sensitive from the aftermath of release, trembled delicately, her chest rising and falling with small, shaky breaths.

He removed the last of his clothing and leaned over her, his body casting a protective shadow. Between her legs, she was already wet—more than ready—and her core pulsed gently, open and waiting.

Driven by longing, Achilles pressed his manhood to her entrance. As he moved slowly, coating himself with her warmth, Charlize’s eyes widened at the sensation.

She had expected it, but… not quite like this.

What in the world? This isn’t… this isn’t normal…

Her eyes darted down without thinking—and what she saw made her freeze. Her pupils dilated at the sheer size of him.

Oh my god!

She quickly turned her gaze away, flustered. But it was too late. Achilles had already begun to press into her, the tip of him easing in, stretching her inch by inch. Her entrance tightened, trying to adjust, already feeling full.

Wait—wait, wait, wait!

“Achilles—hngh?!”

Something hot and thick filled her slowly, and as the inner folds stretched almost to their limit, a strange, overwhelming pressure bloomed in her lower abdomen. Charlize wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking support.

“Charlize…”

His voice, low and rough with desire, made her heart flutter. She peeked at him through half-lidded eyes—his face, usually composed, was now flushed and hazy with emotion.

“Don’t… tighten so much… ngh…”

“Ah… Achil—Achilles… please…”

His golden eyes, shining with restrained passion, looked surprisingly tender. The way he tried to endure, the way he swallowed his own desire to avoid hurting her—it made her heart ache.

He let out a soft, shaky breath, clearly holding back. He wanted to move, to thrust deep into her, but not at the cost of her comfort. He was being gentle—for her.

The size difference between them was undeniable. He had noticed it too, especially after feeling her with his fingers earlier.

“I’ll use healing magic,” he murmured, brushing hair from her face. “It won’t hurt for long.”

“Okay… ngh…”

There was only so much her body could accommodate. His fingers had never reached as deep as he was now. As he slid in further, a twinge of pain shot through her.

Achilles immediately activated the healing spell, drawing from her magic to soothe the pain and help her adjust.

“Ahh—!”

Just as he said, the pain faded quickly. It had stung sharply for a second—enough to make her eyes water—but soon it melted away, replaced by a strange sense of fullness that took her breath.

“Does it still hurt?”

He was confident in the magic, but her body was unique, and he needed to be sure. Charlize nodded, cheeks flushed.

“A little… it’s almost all the way in—ah?!”

Without warning, he eased the rest of the way in. Her body stretched to accommodate him fully, and her eyes flew open from the sudden pressure.

Achilles gently gripped her waist, steadying her trembling hips.

“It’s all in now,” he said, his voice low and satisfied.

“Hnn…!”

It was so much—just the sensation of being completely filled made her feel faint. In that moment, Charlize had no doubts: this world she had been reborn into was definitely a 19+ romance fantasy. What else could explain this?

This can’t be real…! In reality, something this big would hurt—people would avoid it!

“Haa… You’re tightening so much…”

“Ah—Achilles! Hngh…!”

As he slowly pulled his hips back, the friction of every inch leaving her made her entire body melt. Her back arched involuntarily as if her bones had turned to liquid.

Achilles gripped her thighs firmly.

“I’m going to put it back in.”

“H-hnn… ah…!”

As Achilles pressed into her again, Charlize felt a strange fullness take over her senses. Her body, still new to this kind of intimacy, reacted with heightened sensitivity.

Achilles noticed something wasn’t quite right.

Even earlier, when I touched her… She reacts so strongly. Too strongly.

Her responsiveness was pleasing—but it wasn’t entirely normal. He moved slowly, watching her expression closely as he pushed in deeper.

“Ahh—nngh… Achilles… ah…”

Her inner walls trembled, clinging to him tightly. His throat moved in a hard swallow as he tried to steady his breathing. Everything about her—her flushed cheeks, the haze in her eyes, her parted lips—was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

I really do need to examine Charlize’s body in detail one day…

But not tonight. Tonight, he hadn’t come to study her—he had come to show her something else entirely. She had feared he’d take her to the Mage Tower as an experiment. He had to prove her wrong.

If I show her how much I love her… she’ll believe in me.

He rolled his hips, moving in a slow, deep circle inside her. Charlize’s breath hitched at the strange, intimate sensation. Just as she was adjusting to it, he pulled out—then pushed all the way back in.

It was too sudden. She couldn’t even cry out.

Her body arched violently, convulsing with shock. But Achilles didn’t stop. He gripped her waist firmly and began to thrust with a steady rhythm, filling her again and again.

Each deep stroke made stars spark behind her eyelids.

“Ah! Hngh! Ahh… A-Achilles…!”

Her hips squirmed, instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming pressure, but he held her in place, moving deeper instead—stirring her from within.

“Ahh—n-no… p-please… stop… ah!”

“Stop?” he echoed with a rough laugh, “When you’re holding me so tightly, I can hardly move… Are you sure you’re being honest with me?”

She had no strength left to answer. Her entire body was trembling—breasts rising, her core squeezing him tightly, responding to every motion.

You say stop… but your body says something else.

As if to test her, he moved his hips again. Charlize gasped and tightened around him in response. Achilles leaned in, his face close to hers, and began to move again.

With every motion, the wet sound of their bodies echoed softly through the room. Her inner walls clenched around him again and again, slick and sensitive. He reached up, taking one of her breasts in his hand, gently tugging and teasing her already swollen peak.

“Give me a kiss, my rose.”

He knew she hadn’t come down from her last climax yet, but he couldn’t leave her like this—floating, dazed. Unlike her, he hadn’t reached his end.

As her trembling lips met his, he wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust again—slower, deeper, more rhythmic. Charlize writhed in his arms, overwhelmed, but the pleasure in her eyes kept him from stopping.

“Hnngh… Ahh…”

Her body curved against him, locked in another climax, and this time, Achilles followed. He shuddered as he came inside her, finally releasing the tension he’d been holding back.

There was no fear of pregnancy; they both wore enchanted rings for that. But even so, the sensation of being joined so fully—so deeply—left her breathless.

“Haa… ahh…”

As their lips parted and the air between them cooled, Charlize collapsed in his arms, utterly spent. Warm fluid dripped from between her thighs, a visible reminder of what had just happened.

Achilles gently ran his hands along her body, caressing her skin softly, almost reverently. As his palm moved, he could feel the flow of her energy—her mana.

Her primordial mana stirred like a soft current, responding to the pleasure still lingering in her body.

He almost paused in surprise.

He’d always believed that manipulating such powerful mana required immense willpower. But here, it responded to emotion—to feeling.

Could it be… that her mana is reacting to her feelings for me?

Was that why she was so sensitive? Was it because her body was instinctively responding to her emotions?

He gently kneaded her breast, brushing a fingertip across her stiffened peak. Charlize averted her eyes, her expression soft and flustered, her body still shivering slightly in his arms.

The sight filled him with something dangerous—something tender. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

He had set out to make her fall for him… but somewhere along the way, it was Achilles who had fallen deeper.

“Your Highness,” he murmured, voice heavy with both affection and amusement. “It seems… your body responds rather well to this kind of connection.”

“W-What…?”

Charlize looked up at him in surprise, flushed and breathless.

Smiling, Achilles leaned in again. “We should keep going. For research, of course—until we can confirm it properly.”

“W-Wait! What are you—ah! Ahhh—!”

But it was already too late.

Achilles wasn’t satisfied with just one. Even now, his desire hadn’t faded. As he pulled her close and slid back inside her, Charlize could only gasp.

She had no idea how this night would end.

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