It was a Political Marriage, But I’m Being Loved - Chapter 85

It was Achilles who had made her like this, so it was only natural he should pay the price.
And tonight, that price was the Lust Spell carved into his abdomen.

“Haa, Lize… ngh…”

It felt like his shaft would melt from the pleasure.
Her insides gripped him so sweetly, her moans making his head spin.
Achilles groaned as his mind was overtaken by the overwhelming desire for her.

He realized now he had underestimated the Lust Spell.
He had thought, ‘I’m already full of lust for Charlize—what difference would a spell make?’
But he had been wrong.

Gods, I’m going crazy…
But not in a bad way.
He thought he had already been utterly bewitched by her— yet it seemed he could still fall even deeper.

“Ngh, ahh! Haang, ahh—Achilles… ngh!”

Charlize’s body rocked back and forth from the force of his thrusts.
Her soaked entrance clung desperately to him, and sweet, sticky sounds filled the air.

She whimpered in his arms, her body twisting with every surge of pleasure.

Holding her thighs wide so she couldn’t escape, Achilles drove deep into her, again and again.
Her back arched like a bow, her inner walls trembling and clenching.

“Hngh! Ahhh!”

She reached her climax faster than usual, but neither of them cared.
Achilles’ vision flashed white with pleasure,
and just feeling her clamp down on him made his hips move instinctively.

Even as he released inside her, he kept thrusting, and Charlize shuddered with another climax.

The relentless stimulation melted her mind into chaos.

“Ngh, aahh… no, stop! Ahhh, not anymore!”

Even as she sobbed, Achilles kept moving, cradling her trembling body.
His shaft remained rock-hard despite his release.

“It’s your fault, Lize… you made me like this…” he panted, his voice thick with lust.

“Ahh, ngh! Again… haah, again!”

The heat of his release filled her, yet Achilles didn’t stop. If they hadn’t been wearing contraception rings, she would already be pregnant by now.

Is he really going to keep going all night…? Charlize thought dazedly.

And judging by the way his Lust Spell still pulsed, that seemed likely.

When he pressed his lips back to hers in a deep, devouring kiss, she couldn’t even protest.
She could only cling to him weakly.

Later—

“Ah, ahhh… nngh!”

Charlize bounced helplessly on Achilles’ lap, pleasure crashing over her again and again.
By now, she couldn’t even tell if this was what she wanted— or if it was simply Achilles’ own endless lust driving everything.

She thought she had been satisfied, but his Lust Spell was still active, and Achilles, utterly lost to it, kept moving without pause.

He licked and kissed every inch of her trembling body as if he couldn’t get enough.

This is crazy… she thought weakly.

He kept casting gentle healing spells whenever she became too sore, so it didn’t hurt, but her legs had gone completely weak from the repeated climaxes.

Even when she tried to push herself up, her body refused to cooperate.

Seeing her so helpless, Achilles only looked delighted.
He kept holding her close, shifting her into different positions to pleasure her even more.

“It seems my princess still isn’t satisfied,” he murmured in her ear with a wicked smile.

“Hngh… no, I am, ahhh…”

Her nipples, flushed red from being sucked so much, throbbed with sensitivity, even after he had healed them twice.

They didn’t hurt exactly, but even the faintest brush made her entire body tingle.

“Since you seem exhausted, I’ll bathe you first before we continue.”

He said it so tenderly, his voice thick with lust, that Charlize shivered.

She knew exactly what kind of “bathing” he had in mind.

She weakly protested, but Achilles silenced her with another deep, sticky kiss.

Satisfied only after thoroughly tasting her again, he slowly withdrew from her, pulling out his still-hard shaft with a wet, obscene sound.

Their mixed fluids spilled messily from between her legs.

Without missing a beat, Achilles lifted her easily into his arms and summoned a pair of automaton servants with a magic circle to clean the room.

Charlize, barely conscious, leaned her head against his broad chest.

The pleasure had been so overwhelming, it had almost felt like she would ascend to the heavens.

Is… is the Lust Spell finally gone? she wondered faintly.

Glancing down at his flat abdomen, she saw that the glowing mark had disappeared, though he was still fully aroused.

Relieved, Charlize accepted his kisses as he carried her to the bath.

If it’s just bathing now… even if he sucks and kisses everywhere, I can endure it.

I can’t hold it in at all…

Charlize thought as she stepped down from the carriage with Achilles’ steady support.
She cast a sly glare at him, but he simply looked back at her with those smoldering golden eyes.

Even though his expression remained impassive, Charlize could now tell exactly what he was thinking.

‘Not tonight! Even if we return to the princess’ palace, I won’t let him suck me again!’

It wasn’t that she intended to forbid him forever.
Being loved by Achilles made her genuinely happy.
Sometimes it even made her feel like she was becoming a more alluring woman.

But…

‘Even after bathing and receiving healing magic, why am I still like this? It’s because of that weird thing Achilles did with the lotion…’

After pushing her to the point of begging and crying while he relentlessly sucked her secret place,
they had taken a bath and she had been healed with magic—yet the sensitivity remained.

Now even the slightest brush of fabric against her made her feel strange.
It had become so uncomfortable she could barely wear underwear at all.

Seeing her like that, Achilles had suggested applying lotion.

He claimed it was because the area had become rough from too much friction.

Charlize, naive and trusting, had agreed.

But Achilles hadn’t just applied lotion—he used the excuse of checking the irritation against fabric to continue teasing her, rubbing and touching through the cloth.

‘Good thing I held it in. I’m sure he was planning to pounce if I accidentally triggered the Lust Spell again!’

She had climaxed lightly twice under his torment, but at least she hadn’t triggered his spell.
Then, just in time, one of her maids came to wake her, and she quickly kicked Achilles out.

‘I told him in advance that today was the picnic!’

When she glared at him again, he, aware of the onlookers, placed a kiss not on her lips but on her forehead instead.
Even that small gesture drew plenty of attention, but there was no helping it.

Charlize barely cared.
Her mind was preoccupied with the uncomfortable sensation between her legs.

Never before had her soft underwear felt so maddeningly irritating.
Clearly, the lotion had only made the sensitivity worse.

‘I just have to endure. If I hold out, I’ll get used to it. That’s how sensitivity works, right?’

Although, when she was in Achilles’ arms, that logic had never really applied.
She decided to ignore that part.

“Welcome, Your Highness.”

At the sight of Duchess Gianni, Charlize momentarily forgot her discomfort.
It had been too long since she had seen her friend.

She regretted missing her at the wall yesterday when she had left early with Achilles.

Standing beside the duchess was her husband, Duke Gianni—a familiar figure, as he was a friend of Oscar’s.

“We are honored by your visit to our home. Welcome, Tower Master.”

The duke seemed quite interested in Achilles.
Charlize let go of Achilles’ hand and warmly took the duchess’s hands instead.

“It’s been too long, Amelia.”

She was dying to ask about her friend’s honeymoon, practically buzzing with excitement.

The duchess, approaching closer, noticed something odd about Charlize’s steps and frowned in concern.

“I’ve missed you too, Your Highness. But… are you alright? Your walk looks…”

“I, um, twisted my ankle when I fell out of bed.” Charlize quickly made up an excuse.

The duchess’s eyes widened.
Given how high the beds at the palace were, her shock made sense.

“Did you hit your head?!” Amelia leaned close, whispering urgently.

Charlize shook her head.
A quick glance at Achilles showed he was chatting calmly with the duke.

“Just my ankle, nothing serious.”

“Then you won’t be able to ride, I suppose. We had planned a light horseback race among the ladies later…”

After the race, there was also a polo match scheduled among the noblemen.
The fields behind the Gianni estate were broad enough to accommodate such events.

“You can go on without me.”

“I was planning to use you as my excuse to sit it out too,” the duchess giggled.

They were trying to conceive a child, after all, and the duke didn’t want her riding horses just in case she was already pregnant.

“Honestly, he’s more worried about me than the baby. He actually wants to delay having children a bit longer.”

Charlize nodded thoughtfully.
It’s true… in early pregnancy, even minor accidents could be dangerous.

“Then you’ll have to stick by my side all day to make up for it,” Charlize said, holding out her hand with exaggerated seriousness.

The duchess laughed brightly and hooked arms with her.

“Now, tell me all about your new fiancé.”

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