A surge of satisfaction coursed through him as he realized her body, untouched by any other man, had surrendered so completely in a single night. His fingers danced across her skin as he accelerated the rhythm of his hand, coaxing his own desire to a fever pitch.
A soft m0an escaped Elena’s lips as a flood of wetness engulfed his exploring fingers. Kennard groaned in response, his head spinning with desire. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to the source of the liquid, drinking deeply.
He rubbed the rough stubble of his chin against her delicate skin, intensifying the pleasure. “Ah, Your Grace!” Elena cried out. Kennard resisted the urge to enter her, instead focusing on the friction against his own arousal, imagining the way she would feel wrapped around him.
A powerful surge erupted from his manhood, which throbbed as if it might tear from his body. Kennard lifted his head to watch as his seed spilled out, showering Elena’s body. The clear liquid mingled with her own, tracing a glistening path down her curves. He gazed at the scene with profound satisfaction.
Elena’s hands returned to her face, shielding her from Kennard’s gaze. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he thought, What’s the point of covering just your face? He wiped the residue of her fluids from his mouth with the back of his hand.
He leaned in closer to Elena and began to tease her. Using his fingers, he mingled their fluids and traced her body before pushing them inside her.
“Ah, stop now. It feels strange…” Elena m0aned. Her body arched and twisted in pleasure as Kennard continued his relentless movements, bringing her to the edge of clim*x.
***
Kennard spent the entire day inspecting the Terra Demorte border with Serin. The previous day, Serin had already stationed the Montefiano soldiers at the border posts. These were men who had fought alongside Serin, their faces and bodies etched with the scars of battle. Some had endured burns or lost an eye. They were utterly devoted to Kennard, willing to sacrifice everything, even their families, for him.
As Kennard approached the posts, the soldiers erupted in cheers and rushed to greet him. “Your Grace, it’s been too long!” exclaimed Heath, a seasoned veteran with a broad, gap-toothed grin. Despite missing his front teeth, Heath, a grizzled old wolf, spoke with unbridled enthusiasm. His hands, rough as tree bark, gripped Kennard’s firmly as he shook it up and down, his face alight with childlike joy. Five years ago, he’d lost his left eye in battle and now wore a leather eyepatch.
“What brings you here? Isn’t it time you retired from the front line?” Kennard clapped Heath’s grimy hand heartily.
“It’s only natural to be where Your Grace is,” Heath replied, his voice filled with loyalty. “Even death couldn’t keep me from answering Your Grace’s call.”
“I hear you’re a grandfather now,” Kennard remarked.
“Yes, sir. I spent a lot of time with him in Montefiano,” Heath said with a wry smile. “But let me tell you, looking after a child is far more challenging than the battlefield. That little one never sits still.” He exaggerated his point, causing the other soldiers to laugh. “But if Your Grace ever has a child, I’ll be there to play with them until my dying day.”
The soldiers erupted in cheers and whistles at Heath’s declaration. While the knights under Serin regarded Kennard with a mix of fear and caution, the common soldiers and serfs treated him like family. As Heath and the others crowded around Kennard, their laughter and chatter growing louder, the knights stood impatiently on the sidelines.
“Heath, that’s enough,” Serin finally interjected, his voice carrying over the noise. “Everyone, back to your posts. His Grace still needs to inspect the other borders.” He waved dismissively, but the soldiers groaned in protest.
“Oh, but we haven’t even had a proper word with His Grace yet, and it’s already time?” one of them complained.