WBWB | Side Story 16

He wanted to prolong this pleasurable time for as long as possible.

It was a heavenly sensation.

If only he could stay in this moment forever.

But all good things must come to an end. After Jeanne reached climax several times, he finally couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded inside her, like being cast out of paradise. Baldr collapsed on top of Jeanne, growling like a beast.

‘Oh dear…’

He panted, lying on top of her. The explosive sensation of pleasure made every hair on his body stand on end before slowly subsiding.

To prolong the afterglow, he held Jeanne’s small, delicate body close for a long time. And soon, he felt himself hardening again. He wanted to ascend those heavenly stairs with her once more.

‘I want to do it again.’

Fortunately, the night was still young. Baldr rolled onto his side, holding Jeanne tightly against him, and began to move inside her again. The tickle of his hair against her soft, delicate skin made her giggle. 

Nestled in his arms, Jeanne asked, surprised,

“Again… we’re doing it again?”

Baldr didn’t feel the need to answer. The night wasn’t over yet, was it? He wasn’t tired at all. On the contrary, after exploding inside her once, his impatience subsided, replaced by a sense of calm and control.

He realized he had been too focused on his own pleasure the first time. This time, he felt he could do better. He could prolong those heavenly sensations and bring Jeanne even greater pleasure.

His hand, now more relaxed, found her breast and caressed it gently. Jeanne seemed surprised but soon let out a sweet moan. Baldr held her tightly, as if to prevent her from escaping his embrace.

Soon, Jeanne thrashed in his arms, crying out. But even her cries were filled with sweetness and pleasure. Her moans spurred him on. As he thrust into her, he felt the place where they were joined melting away.

He continued until the night passed and the faint light of dawn began to illuminate the darkness. How many times had he found release inside her? At some point, she had stopped crying out. It was only then that Baldr realized she had fallen into a deep sleep.

‘I pushed her too hard.’

He had been so lost in the pleasure that he hadn’t realized she had passed out. He withdrew and laid her gently on the bed. As he did, her soft breaths filled the room. What he had poured into her slowly flowed out. Baldr covered her with the blanket and lay down beside her, gazing at her quietly.

The wedding was over, and their passionate first night had passed.

‘Now, this woman is mine.’

He and Jeanne were now joined as one, and only death could separate them.

As he gazed intently at Jeanne, fast asleep in the dawn light, her damp hair tousled around her face, an indescribable emotion welled up within him and eventually overflowed.

‘And I am hers.’

Jeanne’s wish had come true.

He was the happiest man in the world. He vowed to himself that he would never let anyone take this hard-won happiness away from him. He would protect her as he had protected his family’s territory from enemies. By any means necessary. No matter the cost.

Time flew by as he watched her sleeping face. Soon, the morning sun shone through the window. Baldr waited a long time to greet her, but Jeanne didn’t wake up.

He belatedly regretted pushing her too hard on their wedding night. He knew there was a difference in their stamina, but he had been so lost in pleasure that he couldn’t control himself.

Finally getting out of bed, he waited for Jeanne to wake up, but she didn’t stir. Eventually, he gave up on having a conversation and found writing materials in the room, writing down what he wanted to say.

I apologize for last night.

Thinking back, I believe I may have pushed you too hard.

I seem to have lost control.

How does it feel to wake up as my Duchess? Are you happy?

You wished for my happiness before, and as I write this letter, I am incredibly happy. Now that I know this feeling, my life before meeting you seems meaningless.

How wonderful would it be if we could be locked away for a month, drinking honey wine together?

But the sun has risen, and I must return from being your man to being Duke Skadi once more.

I apologize for not being by your side when you woke up.

Let us meet again this evening.

This should be enough.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Baldr finished the letter.

It was his first letter to the woman who had become his wife.

…But why was it so difficult to concentrate?

The hours dragged on until afternoon. Baldr worked, but he was distracted, his mind filled with thoughts of her. He wanted to throw everything aside and hold her in his arms. She was like something he craved more and more with each taste.

How wonderful it would be to hold her constantly, to cover her honey-sweet lips with his own. Like a bear in winter slumber, he wanted to spend the season wrapped around her, lost in her warmth.

Baldr was consumed by the desire to taste her, to touch her, to bury himself within her, like a bear savoring honey. He had even had wet dreams about it before, waking in the throes of unfulfilled desire. Back then, it had been an impossible fantasy, but now it was different. What was wrong with a husband desiring his wife?

When he saw Jeanne at dinner, her cheeks were unusually flushed, like the finest apples of the region. He wanted to bite into those cheeks like apples. If it weren’t for the servants attending to them, he might have actually done it.

‘Did she enjoy last night as much as I did?’

He had been wondering all day.

Had her thoughts been as chaotic as his, her emotions as turbulent? Did her thoughts drift to him as his did to her? And most importantly… if she had enjoyed it, what had she enjoyed? And if she hadn’t, which parts didn’t she like? 

He asked her during dinner, his questions only deepening the blush on her cheeks.

Night finally arrived. Truthfully, last night, even Baldr hadn’t known how to treat his wife. He had been worried that she might break if he held her too tightly, that he wouldn’t even be able to enter her. But those worries were gone now. Jeanne had accepted him far more readily and warmly than he expected.

So tonight, he decided to try different things. Things he hadn’t been able to do last night due to his worries and lack of time.

But Jeanne was even more shy than the previous night. When he lifted her and had her sit on onto his lap, positioning her over his erection, she covered her face with her hands and exclaimed, unaware that her naked body below her neck was completely exposed.

“This is… this is too embarrassing…!”

“What is there to be embarrassed about between husband and wife?”

Baldr asked, rubbing his thumb against her clitoris, which peeked out from between her parted folds as she straddled him.

“Isn’t this better? I can pleasure you here.”

“Aahh…!”

Baldr’s hand became slick with her wetness, and Jeanne’s back arched. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her as she swayed above him, pulling her down onto his stomach.

“How about this position? Is this good?”

Jeanne’s voluminous hair cascaded over his shoulders, and their bodies were pressed flush against each other. He felt himself hardening further as her hips moved against him, and he thrust upwards.

“Hmm?”

He whispered in her ear, urging her to respond, but Jeanne could only moan. Baldr quickened his pace. Her moans sounded like a celestial melody to his ears.

And you know what? Jeanne was so soft and sweet that Baldr felt he could do this for a thousand years and never tire of it.