Cry, Even Better if you Beg - Side Story 14

His exhausted wife fell asleep in his arms after giving in to him until she was completely spent. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that her awareness was completely depleted, but semantic differences like these didn’t matter; in the end, the outcome was the same.

Matthias remained immobile, savoring the feel of her tender form that had gone pliant from the euphoria she had received from his warmth. As her body gradually released its warmth and cooled, she snuggled closer into his robust arms. The unconscious yearning she exhibited by seeking out his heat was surprisingly enchanting, enough to briefly satiate him and set aside his unrequited longing.

Matthias tenderly planted a kiss on her delicate forehead before enveloping her in his tighter embrace. He couldn’t help but fall victim to a hopeless, amorous mood, despite being a married to her for a year and so. With the supple woman slumbering serenely in his arms, he was at a complete loss for what to do next.

He dismissed the notion that it was an amusing sensation to experience with his wife, as she was already his, completely. From head to toe that her skin, flesh and bones belonged to him, the same as her soul and her warm breathes.

He was acutely aware that his carnal desires for Leyla had never been his top priority before. And he had no desire to alter that fact, even if he possibly could.

Gradually, Leyla’s rhythmic breaths began to fill the empty room, cutting through the silence that only grew more profound with each passing moment.

Matthias gazed upon her visage with his arms still folded around her. When he stroked the soft tendrils of baby hairs on her forehead, the shadow cast by her long lashes quivered and danced in response, fluttering his soul in desire.

A gentle smile tugged at Matthias’s lips as he lowered his head to plant a tender kiss on the dampened corners of her eyes. The sensation of her body gently stirring in slumber provided an inexplicable sense of solace. The midsummer breeze permeated through them, through their intertwined bodies, drenched in love and desire, seamlessly melding with the comfortable warmth of the sheets that enveloped them.

With a firm touch, Matthias traced the faint path of tears that traced down her face and rested on her plump, supple lips. As he lingered, he was drawn like a magnet to the gravitating heat of her steady breath.

Although his stance on having another child remained unchanged, Matthias couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for the limited time he was able to spend caring for her while carrying their child. His inability to be there for her when she needed me most during the war meant that the only time he had seen her with Felix was all too fleeting and selfish.

He was consumed by a madness so profound that the life of his own child was rendered trivial in his eyes. But the pleasure Leyla, heavy with his unborn child, brought to him…..was enough to dull the sting of disillusionment and self-loathing that festered within him.

If only he could relive those moments with her once again…

without the specter of pain and trauma lurking at every turn….

Matthias held her slender waist, a warmth so scorching it seared through him. The memory of her once-swollen belly flooded his mind, a painful reminder of the time he had lost a long time ago.

How could he forget the way her tummy had stretched and expanded, filling up until she seemed ready to burst at any moment?

What would it be like this time around?

How large would she grow in the coming year?

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of her, imagining her as a beautiful, bloated creature. He adored her this moment and promised to love her forever. Such a sight would have been a marvel to behold, and he couldn’t help but smile at the vision.

His high speed train of thinking quickly became cluttered with random situations and inquiries, but as he felt her warmth calmly dozing in his arms, his confusion was quickly cleared. He was quick to admit, that he had been incredibly conceited, dismissing his love for her as something to be immediately satisfied and resolved once he had her.

His lethal obsession with her persisted even after the times when hecompletely believed she was entirely his, at least during the times that their bodies were intertwined.

He would be able to temporarily escape the sensation of powerlessness if hecould reach as far as hecould, thrust as forcefully as he could, and push his body to the limit while immersing himself in his beloved Leyla’s warmth.

Matthias reluctantly withdrew his hand, slowly away from her bare beautiful glittering chest when she slowly opened her eyes and let out a quiet moan. Then, he carefully tightened his grasp while slowly adding a tiny amount of strength as he looked into her hazy, murky eyes that were still drowsy.

Although this significantly hampered her ability to breathe, the wicked pleasure he received from adding his red handprints to her sensitive flesh made him feel warm like a scorching sun within.

“It’s okay, Leyla. Just rest.” Matthias whispered lovingly, calming like she was a little bothered child, kissing the lovely, hard nipples of her chest.

He noted her hushed, trembling voice and overt yearning while he already inside her body once more.

“……liar.” Leyla whispered through a soft voice. Her slender eyes narrowed as she gazed at him, yet a faint, feeble smile graced her lips. Despite her seemingly lethargic demeanor, her gaze was sharp and pure, like a pristine lake that perfectly reflected the radiance of the full moon.

“Hm?” Matthias accepted her obligation coolly while sitting with his hips lifted. He had already settled into a comfortable position, sitting between her spread-apart knees, while she shrank and coiled up in response to the impending strain.

“What a liar you are” she said smilingly.

Leaving speechless, Matthias felt even more daring as he naturally smiled boldly. He, however, responded to her charge by kissing her knee for a split second. His queen gently relaxed her hard frame, accepting and falling into his unsaid submission.

Matthias tightened his hold on her slender waist and gently slid inside of her. He was utterly hungry, yearning for her even became stronger every time she inhaled deeply and softly and stroked her delicate body against his.

He kept pushing himself into her, his hunger grew everytime when he softly pressed himself against her pale, divine body.

Leyla was trembling uncontrollably experiencing too much pleasure. Her watery eyes were searching for something as she could only sob and dramatically reach out her arms towards him.

Matthias leaned down and answered her kind plea, his entire body making a lusty moan. Her insides were warm like a sun and soft as feather, much like her body, which was barely holding on after all the pleasure he had thrust inside her. And her insides constricted around his, celebrating the pleasure that triggered her body and soul together.

“……I love you…..” Matthias whispered softly between his staggered breaths, facing her sweaty face.

Now he learned the strange feeling he felt at the moment when his eyes locked onto hers– their bodies, intertwined like tangled hair.

Love…

Despite his attempts to look away and ignore his intense feelings he was webbed in, his heart tirelessly pounded with affection for her, defying his every attempt to resist.

“I am in love with you, Leyla.” I confessed.

The very sound of her name sent shivers down her spine, and the joy it brought to him to say these words was immeasurable.

His heart overflowed with love for her, and he could say it a thousand times and still felt the same rush of emotions. So he said it again and again.

Leyla….

I am deeply in love with you…

My Leyla….

I love You.

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The slow-moving season of long days passed at a heartbreaking pace. The water of the Schulter River gradually darkened in color as the peak of the day’s heat wave passed. Even though it was still Summer, the color was a sure sign that fall was on its way.

Leyla accepted the passage of time with joy, even though it sometimes brought her to sadness.

Felix matured, ripening alongside the season. As he grew older, he began to resemble Matthias more and more, but also a lot like Leyla. She knew it was a given, but Leyla was always pleasantly amazed and happy about it.

Love grew as the season carried on, as did the child.

When Leyla was able to entrust herself to the Schulter River without further fear, Matthias went to Ratz for a short while. The expansion of the company, he said, had him focused with work matters.

She and Felix could have gone back to the capital together now that summer break had begun, but instead, Leyla chose to spend the season in Arvis with Felix until her husband returned.

Both Duchesses were pleased with the choice, but especially Elysee von Herhardt. Her remarkable affection for her grandson manifested itself in recent years and just recently she persisted on proclaiming Felix the truest and most well-made masterpiece of the Herhardt family, embarrassing Leyla to some degree.

“Why? Are you upset about giving up your husband’s seat to your son?” Staring right at Leyla, Elysee’s eyes were sharp and full of intrigue as she asked. “Leyla, wouldn’t it be hard to call your husband, who was so easily dazzled by a woman who used his life as a means, still a masterpiece of the family?”

The belligerence in her expressionless gaze was tangible. Leyla couldn’t come up with a suitable retort.

“If your own son were to threaten you, you’d know how I felt.”

Elysee said. But soon, gone was her smile, and replaced by a grim expression.

“No. That won’t happen; Felix can’t repeat his dad’s mistakes.” She smiled warmly and hugged the grandson who was sitting on her lap, playing happily. “Felix, you must be the true masterpiece of the Herhardt family.”

Although he had no idea what such a word meant, Felix smiled and nodded enthusiastically, knowing it would make both of his grandmothers pleased.

Day after day, the summer of Arvis passed without Matthias.

The two duchesses became increasingly attached to their grandson as the time for goodbye approached, making it more difficult for Leyla to spend quality time alone with her son. She did, however, feel a twinge of sadness for her son, who had fit in with no trouble without showing an ounce of shyness.

Leyla’s lips curled into a sweet grin as she reflected on her son’s bubbly personality, which she argued was nothing like her husband’s. She was getting bored studying for the upcoming semester, so she was heading out for a walk. She sought Felix’s company, but he was preoccupied with the gifts from his doting grandmothers.

Leyla took off her wide-brimmed straw hat as she stepped into the dense, tree-lined trail, Her long, fair hair flowed as the wind blew Memories of a past summer without her duke flooding her thoughts. So peaceful, just like the tranquility of the forest she was strolling through.

The year Matthias headed for the front lines as an officer after receiving his commission. Arvis’ people were a little unfamiliar with, when summertime arrived without the stormy ceremonial of Duke Herhardt’s return. Even Uncle Bill, who typically doesn’t care about such things, shared these sentiments.

Leyla decided to hide her smile.

How long she had waited for the summer without the Duke;

How happy and fortunate she was.

She wanted to bury all those feelings in her heart and have a peaceful summer.

She really thought it was.

Leyla went on an adventurous foray through the forest. She observed the returning migrating birds, made notes on the recently discovered flowers, and picked as many wild fruits as she wanted to convert into a delicious, jammy preserve.

Leyla matured much throughout the summer.

The long, lean limbs that had largely shaped her physique had given way to more feminine curves. Leyla Lewellin had a number of male admirers waiting for her at the Gillis Girls’ School entrance, but she was certain that she had no interest in dating at the time. It was the season when she shed her childlike appearance in favor of a more gorgeous, womanly figure. A pleasant and beautiful summer, full of happy and lovely memories.

There were times, however, as today, when she halted in the midst of the woodland road. She tilted her head as she stared for a while along the peaceful lane, but she quickly forgot about it and continued on with another lithe step.

Leyla stared unblinkingly at the path that led to the Schulter River. The heel of her shoe kicked the ground softly, sending a cloud of dust wisping skyward.

She held her ground for a while, before walking downstream toward the river.

Should I call him?

That silly notion made her beam a bit oddly.

Re-dooning her hat, Leyla began to retrace her steps a little faster.

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Kyle saw the man in an unexpected place.

He was accompanying his dad on a house call. He wasn’t quite ready to practice medicine on his own, but he did his best to be a trustworthy assistant.

Duke Herhardt’s ride came to a halt in front of a hotel on Etman Street, just opposite the medical center. The man’s familiar gestures as he stepped out of the car caught Kyle’s eye, when they would have gone unnoticed with any other person.

“What’s the matter, Kyle?” Dr. Etman questioned as he stepped out after parking his car.

“Oh, nothing. The weather is nice.” Kyle answered flatly before his dad could cross the street and have a look.

The summer that the Duke of Herhardt came home was also the summer that the Etmans left Carlsbar. Nobody had compelled it, but it was obvious that it would happen eventually.

The Duke’s medical position was filled by a colleague of Dr. Etman’s, and they soon settled in Ratz, where they opened a larger hospital. After completing his medical training, Kyle planned to join his father in running the family hospital.

Thankfully, Dr. Etman was allowed immediate entry into the hospital without additional questioning. Kyle, sighing heavily in relief, turned his gaze back to the street in search of the man he had just seen. Almost at the same time, the Duke of Herhardt turned his head.

And their eyes met on the quiet road.