It was a Political Marriage, But I’m Being Loved - Chapter 67 (R19)

The fingers that had been fumbling inside slipped out and the hotness of Achilles pushed in. She rubbed it lazily against the slippery spot between her legs, smearing it with her juices and half-digging in.

“Hmph, hmph….”

“That’s too much, Your Highness.” Even if you like my things, it’s difficult if you ask like that.”

“Ouch.”

Achilles, holding Charlize’s waist, thrust his hips as if expanding the embrace.

His lips trembled at the slow rubbing of his penis against the melting flesh inside.

“Because of the height difference, it’s so deep… Ugh…….”

The firm tip and thick shaft clearly felt like they were parting Charlize’s flesh. Achilles didn’t stop there and grabbed Charlize’s soft buttocks.

Achilles didn’t stop there and grabbed Charlize’s soft butt. “I want to put more in.”
“I want to add more.” It’s not in all the way yet…

The slowly pulling hand gradually widened the penis’s entrance. Since there was a height difference between the two, even standing on tiptoes wasn’t enough for complete penetration.
“Ah, wait a minute…”
“Ah, wait a minute….” Ah! “Ahhh!”

Unable to wait any longer, Achilles lifted one of Charlize’s legs, lowered his waist, and pushed all the way in. As Charlize trembled in shock from being stretched deep in one go, he tried to lift her up entirely.

“No, not yet….” Huh! Ahh! “Ah!”

Startled and struggling, Achilles, who was holding Charlize’s hips with one hand, lifted her other leg and embraced her. As if adjusting their position, he lifted Charlize’s body and shook his hips, causing the inserted penis to thrash wildly and ravage the inside.

As I adjusted my posture and lifted Charlize’s body, shaking my hips, the inserted penis wildly thrashed around inside.

“Hah, Urgh!”
“Ah, Urgh!”
“Aah… I don’t like it, ah! “
“Ugh, what are you saying while biting like that, hah…”

“Why do you speak as if you’re biting down on something, sigh…”

Achilles, having taken the proper stance, shook Charlize’s waist while worn a barely visible smile on his lips.

“My lying princess.” “If you don’t touch me more, I’ll punish you with this.”

I quickly realized what Achilles meant by “this.” Due to the weight shifting towards the point of connection, Achilles’s penis had penetrated too deeply, causing her to cling to Achilles with her whole body.

“You want me to touch it like this?!”

“Sleep….” M-m-moo…. Huh?! “Huh?!”
The body jolted as Achilles’s penis slid in and out.

The body jolted as Achilles’s penis slid in and out repeatedly. With each thrust hitting deep, it felt like stars were appearing before my eyes.

“Huff, huff!”

“Huff, huff!” Hah! “Ha!”

The excessive stimulation made my waist arch, and I felt the insides contract, tightening as if sucking on Achilles. The copious flow of love juice gave Achille’s movements a new vigor.

“So, so deep!”
“Too, too deep!” A, Z! Haaang! “Hah!

“Cat, you can cry together too…”

Hmm, should we shake it more? “Ah!

“Ah!” No! Ah, ah! Aaaah…! “Ahhh…!” Holding onto Charlize’s waist, which was bent like a bow, Achilles thrust vigorously.

She was so cute, desperately clinging to him with her arms and legs, as if she thought she would slip off his body.
“Ah…”
“Ahh…”

Seeing her eyes glaze over with pleasure, Achilles led her to climax. As she convulsed and fell into ecstasy, Achilles also reached his climax and showered her trembling lips with kisses.

“Mmm…”
“Yeah…”

Mixing tongues, he subtly infiltrated her mana with his own. I knew that it would be easier for his emotions to be read than hers, but I wanted to do it anyway.

I wanted her to know how much I love her, how desperately I long for her.
I felt her legs tighten around his waist as she received his kiss with a dazed expression.

With a dazed expression, Charlize received his kiss, and he felt her legs tighten around his waist. He could see the loving emotions welling up in her moist eyes, and Achilles felt an indescribable joy.

“Princess….”

“Princess… Lize…….”

“Yeah…”

“I love you.”

“Ah, uh….”

Even after one climax, his penis did not shrink. Feeling the slow, deliberate thrusts as if to show off, Charlize’s cheeks flushed.

Since this wasn’t the first time dealing with him, I had somewhat anticipated it.
“I love you too.”

I was embarrassed, but it was something I had to say regardless. It’s more important that he doesn’t feel anxious than that I’m embarrassed.

The warmth of their union deepened the flush on Achilles’ soft pink cheeks. Charlize had whispered those words, secretly hoping to hear “I love you” in return, but she hadn’t truly believed he’d say it.

At the same time, she was shocked by how much larger and firmer Achilles had become.

“Wait! Why is it getting bigger? It can still grow?!”

“I didn’t know either.”

“Ha… Don’t move—mmph! Don’t shake! Ahh…!”

His release had left their bodies soaked, the mixture of her arousal and his seed dripping from where they remained joined. As Achilles moved his hips again, he spoke teasingly.

“You did this to me, Princess. Now you’ll have to take responsibility.”

“I-I can’t…! It’s too much—too big! Hah… ah! When you stretch me like that…”

Caught off guard by Achilles’ unrestrained movements, Charlize clung to his neck in a panic. Once she was steady in his arms, he began to move in earnest.

He relished the pleasure gleaming vividly in her blue eyes, and as he kissed her again, he knew—neither of them would be sleeping tonight.

When Eliza Ispher arrived at the Imperial Palace, she was not greeted by the Captain of the Royal Guard or the Commander of the Knights—but by the Crown Prince himself. Startled to be welcomed by someone of such high status, Eliza quickly dismounted her summoned beast and bowed deeply with respect.

“I greet Your Highness, the radiant sun of the Empire.”

Oscar studied Eliza with curious eyes. Though he had encountered mages from the Tower before, this was the first time he was meeting her.

“Your name?”

“Eliza Ispher, Your Highness.”

“You’re well-versed in imperial etiquette. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You may raise your head.”

Oscar had already anticipated that Achilles wouldn’t come in person. After what had happened, it made sense—bringing Valter this far would’ve meant leaving the Princess alone for too long.

Though Achilles wasn’t acting like a typical noble, Oscar—being Charlize’s older brother—actually found his priorities satisfying.

“Where is Marquis Bianchi?”

“Here, Your Highness.”

Following Eliza’s lead, the Tower mages dismounted one by one and pulled out a man badly burned by fire. His wrists were shackled behind him, his ankles bound in heavy irons. He couldn’t even descend from the beast without assistance.

Oscar’s lips parted in shock at the sight of Valter, dressed in tattered clothing, with severe burns marring his body. Though Valter was a Sword master, Oscar hadn’t expected him to arrive unharmed—but still, the sight was grim.

In fact, after contacting the Tower Lord through a crystal orb, the Emperor had worried that the man might simply kill Valter. The Emperor wouldn’t have mourned Valter’s death, but he had been more concerned about the fallout between Charlize and the Tower Lord.

It’s a relief the Tower Lord took His Majesty’s advice…

Valter glared at Oscar with eyes full of hatred, then turned away. Seeing the burn across Valter’s face, Oscar turned to Eliza.

“Can he not speak?”

“The Tower Lord burned his tongue with molten lava. He was furious over the man’s insolence.”

Oscar almost muttered a curse at the brutality. But his expression as he looked at Valter was cold and unmoved.

“…You’re lucky your jaw didn’t melt off. A shame thing ended like this, Valter.”

Perhaps feeling mocked, Valter snapped his head around to glare again. Oscar didn’t flinch in the slightest.

We’ll need to regenerate his tongue before interrogation…

Judging by the severity of his injuries, Valter should have been unable to move—writhing in pain, even—but that wasn’t the case. It seemed Eliza or the other mages had provided just enough healing to keep him alive.

“Take Marquis Bianchi to the dungeon.”

The knights who had been waiting approached. Valter didn’t resist. Whether it was because of the pain or something else, he remained limp.

Scars—likely from impalement—could be seen on his limbs, mostly healed now. The knights exchanged glances, quietly awed by the precision of the Tower Lord’s punishment, and escorted Valter off the rooftop.

Oscar turned back to Eliza and the other mages.

“Has the Tower Lord returned to the northern castle?”

“Yes. By now, he is likely… with Her Highness.”

Since it was late, Eliza didn’t say they were together outright. She didn’t want the Crown Prince to read too much into her words and become upset. Fortunately, Oscar’s next question came from a different concern.

“Do you think the Tower Lord and the Princess are getting along?”

“…Pardon?”

“Well, they haven’t known each other for long. I’m simply curious.”

Oscar’s expression was genuinely inquisitive. Flustered, Eliza tried to keep her face neutral. The Tower mages hadn’t said anything aloud, but they were all certain the Tower Lord had already started sharing a bed with the Princess.

“They… seem to be on very good terms. Her Highness appears to feel comfortable around him.”

She didn’t mention that the Tower Lord practically carried the Princess everywhere. Oscar, satisfied with the vague reply, nodded.

“Then that’s good. That’s… a relief.”

As he nodded to himself, Eliza sent her summoned beast back to the other realm. Oscar, having arranged rooms in the palace for the mages and assigned attendants to them, allowed them to rest for the night.

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