Chapter 62 Carnal Desire
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri gripped Ashley’s hips with both hands and thrust forward, practically covering her body with his. In that instant, he distinctly felt the slackness and surrender of the body beneath his—a physical collapse. His gaze dropped to her beautiful face, smeared with wantonness, and found her wearing a smile of affection, ready to receive her husband’s primal lust. She must have known that accepting her Master’s rod would reduce her to a mere female, yet the expression she wore just before the coupling began was neither the terror of oblivion nor the giddy anticipation of pleasure.
His heart clenched for his childhood friend, who—even while surrendering every shred of control as his devoted servant—still poured her unguarded affection into the only part of her that remained truly hers: her heart. He realized it only mid-motion, hips already surging forward, eager to claim her completely.
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. But the white-hot rush of sensation from their joined bodies scorched away hesitation, drowning the tender smile he’d meant to offer.
—Ashley craves this intensity, too. Treating her like something breakable isn’t love…
Spurred by that half-formed justification, he pressed forward in one smooth, unyielding glide, burying himself to the hilt inside his bride’s welcoming warmth.
”Ahh! Oh! ♡♡”
Her elegant features twisted in rapture, a raw cry escaping her lips—nothing like the refined tones he knew. The instant he filled her completely, her body, still swathed in pristine white, arched like a drawn bow. The loving gaze she’d worn moments ago unfocused, staring past her new husband’s face.
”Ashley! Ashley!”
”Oh! Ah! ♡♡”
Only breathless gasps answered him. The poised bride dissolved into pure sensation, her body responding with instinctive, rhythmic pulses around him—as if words were now unnecessary, her only purpose to receive and return pleasure.
For a moment, he resented the Familial Workshop’s design. Built to overwhelm and subdue, it turned even mutual devotion into something too fierce for gentle endearments. Yet without it, he might never have kept the woman he loved at his side. He had to accept that this system let them reach heights of shared bliss no ordinary couple could.
”I’m going to take everything you offer, Ashley! I’ll lose myself in you—and make you feel every bit as good!”
”Ah! Oh! ♡♡ Ah! Ah! ♡♡”
He pinned her hands to the bed and drove deeper. Ashley’s body shuddered beneath him, head nodding wildly—whether in agreement or surrender, he couldn’t tell.
Even if she fought the tide of pleasure, it changed nothing. His beloved, his bride in white, was the first servant bound to accept her Master’s full attention without restraint. Her very form had been reshaped to endure—and revel in—exactly this.
With that truth steadying him, he shifted angles with each thrust, then eased back slowly, tracing every sensitive inch. Each time, her hips lifted to meet him, inner muscles clinging as if begging him not to withdraw.
”Right here? This is what you need, isn’t it, Ashley? You’re holding me so tight—does it feel perfect?”
”Oh! Ah! ♡♡”
He nudged the deepest part of her, teasing the wife who’d lost all coherent speech. Her body had become an instrument of pure response—no gestures, no words, just the sensual ripple of her warmth expressing gratitude for the pleasure he gave.
”You’re answering only with your body now. What happened to your patience? Oh—wait.”
Pleasure had scattered his thoughts. He’d forgotten: to draw out her hidden fire, he’d activated her punishment. Of course she couldn’t speak properly under its influence.
He reached quickly to deactivate the glowing mark, wanting their first night as husband and wife unmarred. But before his fingers touched it, her warmth clenched fiercely around him.
”Whoa—Agh! Ashley, I know it’s intense, but this is our wedding night! Let me cherish you properly—”
”No! I want to cherish you! Don’t stop the punishment!”
Her voice broke through the haze, clear and fierce. Though magical tendrils still danced within her, pushing her to the edge of collapse, she rolled her hips, demanding he continue. Each time he reached for the mark, she tightened deliberately, sending lightning through his veins.
”I’m the least useful one! So the one who can feel the most from you has to be me! The one who can make you feel the best has to be me!”
”You were worried about that? Whoa—don’t squeeze so hard! Fine! I promise—one full release with the punishment active, to clear your mind. But only once. If you try to restart it, I stop.”
With the punishment amplifying every sensation, Ashley should have been utterly overwhelmed. Yet her deliberate, focused grip around him forced him to yield.
—I am the least useful one.
Easy to dismiss. But if he brushed it aside without easing the doubt rooted in her heart, it would only grow. So he would grant her wish: to prove her devotion by giving her the most intense pleasure a punished servant could bear.
”Fine! If all that matters is how good it feels—my wife is an absolute pleasure-seeker. And I love it, you beautiful, insatiable bride!”
”Oh! Yes! Call me whatever you want—if you’re focused on me, I’ll be your anything, ahhh!”
He silenced her with his weight, driving deep once more. No more words—just motion, heat, and the slick rhythm of their joined bodies.
”Oh! ♡♡”
As he resumed his steady, powerful thrusts, coherent speech vanished again. She stretched her legs wide, angling her hips to take him as deeply as possible.
”You’re gripping me—and still pushing closer!”
Stars burst behind his eyes. He was meant to lead, to dominate—yet Ashley’s hunger outstripped his own. If he let himself be overtaken by the woman who chased pleasure without hesitation, despite feeling it several times more intensely, he’d fail as Master, as husband, as the one who claimed to love her most.
Desperate to regain control, he reached for her swaying curves. But Suzuri’s masterful gown—designed to contain and support—offered little access. The fabric molded perfectly to her skin, cradling her fullness with unyielding elegance. He could only watch, transfixed, as the silk shifted with every thrust.
”Suzuri, you genius—curse this perfect design! Hey—don’t clench again!”
”Ah! ♡♡”
The mention of the other woman’s name triggered an immediate response. Ashley’s warmth clamped down in a fierce, possessive pulse, her legs locking around his waist, refusing to let him withdraw even an inch.
Subtlety was gone.
He collapsed over her, grinding deep, breathing in her ragged cries and the heat of her breath against his cheek.
”Ah! Ah! ♡♡”
”You look far too pleased with yourself!”
Through blurred vision, he gazed down at her flushed, sweat-slicked face—eyes rolled back, tongue slightly out, utterly lost to bliss. And yet his chest swelled with pride. She was reveling in him, in them. He’d wanted sweet words, tender whispers—but this raw, wordless connection proved their bond just as powerfully.
”Ashley—does it feel incredible? …Good. Answering with your body is perfect. Let’s finish together. Draw everything out of me.”
”Oh! Ah! ♡♡”
He ground against her deepest point, signaling his intent. She responded instantly, tightening rhythmically, hips rolling in perfect sync. He furrowed his brow, fighting the surge—but her pulsing warmth pushed him past restraint.
”I feel it too! I’m close—going to release everything deep inside you. Take it all, and come with me!”
”Ah! ♡♡”
Her body seized, inner walls contracting in powerful waves. The intensity shattered his control.
Pulse after pulse—deep, overwhelming release.
”Ahhh! ♡♡♡”
Her cry of climax rang in his ears.
He pinned her arching body, rising slightly to watch her face—eyes unfocused, lips parted in a dazed, blissful smile, utterly consumed.
”You’re breathtaking, Ashley.”
”Oh! ♡♡”
He cupped her thrashing head, whispering into her ear. As the words registered, another wave of pleasure rippled through her unguarded form.
”Ah… your warmth is irresistible.”
He collapsed against her, still joined, stirring gently within her lingering pulses—a quiet protest against reducing their wedding night to pure instinct, a promise he wasn’t finished, and a gentle prompt: speak to me now.
Yet even under continuous sensation, Ashley showed no strain. She pressed soft, grateful kisses to his cheek, voice trembling but clear.
”Oh… Yuuri, you were incredible. So strong, so perfect…”
”…Did you feel good?”
”Yes,” his bride answered with a bright smile, and he finally collapsed, exhausted, onto her body.
As she stroked his back like a child’s nursemaid, he felt like he couldn’t possibly win against her. He knew he had to gather the strength for one more round, and then he absolutely needed to find out why she was worried about being “useless.”
”Yuuri, look at that.”
Lost in his own dark thoughts, Ashley’s voice brought him back to reality. He followed her gaze toward the balcony and saw a ‘Gate’ shimmering with light at its boundary, about the same size as the exit to his workshop.
”Is that the exit?”
”Probably. It looks like a labyrinth ‘Gate,’ but the changes in the details are probably a bit of Shelm’s vanity.”
Apparently, Shelm and Mataaha were friends, but his pride likely wouldn’t allow him to completely plagiarize the design. As he stared at the object, which glowed brilliantly and destroyed the dim atmosphere of the room, he noticed the Ashley beneath him beginning to shift restlessly. He correctly guessed the meaning of her shy, upward gaze and gently kissed her cheek.
”I’m not leaving here yet. We finally have some time alone. I haven’t loved you enough yet.”
”—! Yay!”
He still wanted more time with Ashley alone. When he answered, Ashley gave an adorable fist pump, simultaneously giving the rod still inside her a light, happy squeeze.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• Mataaha – the labyrinth goddess with brown skin, silver eyes, and waist-length black hair. She resembles a stern, intellectual character like Mikasa Ackerman but with divine power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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