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If there was one word he could use to describe Elizabeth while watching her move her hips, it would be—
Graceful.
It didn't matter how clumsy she was or how scared she was, her beauty and charm made everything she did burst with elegance.
This was their third round now. He just couldn't hold it in watching this sexy vixen sway her hips on top of him. Her breasts may be small and her hips thin but she had a charm none of his previous had. Maybe it's her inhuman beauty that no one else possesses? Regardless of the answer, he was more aroused than he had ever been in his life.
Maybe he really was aiming to defile this "beauty" before anyone else could.
He best keep his thoughts to himself, though.
"E-Eh!?" she yelped when he let go of her hand and let her fall on his chest. He then wrapped his arms around her small back and lifted his hips, lifting her in the process, "W-What are you—"
Slap, slap, slap.
The sound of their skin slapping resounded as Arnold thrust upwards from below.
She could only let out breathless moans while glued to his chest. Grunting, he increased the speed, hugging her even tighter and putting his nose into her hair when he felt his orgasm approach.
He then lifted her again and continued thrusting from below. She regained her balance and held onto him. The two synchronized their movements—
When he thrust in, she lowers her hips and vice versa when he thrusts out.
"Ahn, ahn, hnn, hnn!"
But Elizabeth was finding it hard to keep up that balance. Eyes closed, her mouth hung open and her drool fell on Arnold.
He used his free hand to explore her budding bean that had sprouted by it. The position was quite awkward but he quickly began to tease that spot.
A beastly howl came out of her throat, something you wouldn't expect from such a graceful maiden. The boys next door definitely heard that. No, the whole floor probably did. But since no one had the guts to complain about the noise, Arnold didn't really care to tell her to quiet down.
After her loud moans ended, liquid gushed on Arnold's stomach and stained the sheets. Her head began to twitch as throaty moans came out of her mouth. Now limp, he could only hold on to her while he assaulted her depths.
He pierced her like a sword striking the heavens and their skin slapped like a thunderous boom. Her silky long black hair danced, twisting, turning and bouncing up and down.
He was beginning to worry he was going too fast and strong for her but even if she's a magician type, her endurance had also increased significantly after her awakening so she could probably take a punch or two so this wasn't anything to worry about.
A gasp came from her throat as she fell forward, her hands on his chest while he still pierced her from below.
Her eyes were widened slightly as if scared but then she began to slowly close her eyes and moan.
Her moans were incredibly sexy, making his monkey brain react and send signals down to his member, hardening it by a thousandfold. She threw her head back and swirled her hips. Drool continued to fall as her sweet moans bounced off the walls.
Her dancing form was illuminated by the dim candle light, its flame dancing alongside her in rhythm.
Why did he feel such pride over conquering this beauty? It's not like he planned it at a young age. All he really did was try to make friends as a child since being a noble's child was quite lonely if you didn't have siblings your age. What made the isolation worse was that he never attended school before attending the academy. It was only after his training with Sebastian was over that he joined as a knight student.
Anna was there most of the time but she could never be a friend to him, only the reliable older sister.
Maybe the younger Arnold saw Elizabeth as a genuine friend.
But right now, he saw her as a woman.
..
Her walls tightened around him and legs weak, she fell down, making his penis pierce her uterus.
"Hgh….!" It proved too much so she uncomfortably shifted her lower body to try to take it out.
She tried to pull out but Arnold's assault (teasing of her bean) didn't stop.
"!" her eyes suddenly shot open and she fell over backwards. A loud pop sounded when the two separated and as if it was a switch, an arc of liquid gushed out of her. As if wanting that feeling to last, she began to rub the same spot Arnold teased.
Moaning a bit louder, her back arched again and she squirted a little more.
Arnold sat there awkwardly, his orgasm interrupted by her little stunt. It was partly his fault for teasing her and making her experience that new feeling.
He gave her a look over. She was staring blankly at the ceiling and moaning from her throat as the afterglow set in.
From the corner of his eye, he could spot something moving behind the wall—a wing?
So Ceru was faking it and came to take a peek.
Pretending he didn't notice, Arnold picked Elizabeth up.
"I think it's better to not continue." Though it pains him to say those words even though his boner was still rock hard. Even if she managed to orgasm with a bit of teasing, something that's apparently uncommon for virgins, the pain will return once the tingles from the pleasure disappear.
"We also can't fall asleep in this mess so I'll need to clean it up while you're in the bath."
"…" she only moaned in response, as if what he said didn't register in her brain.
As he walked, he thought to himself, 'Wouldn't the water sting her? I'll need to tap lukewarm water for her.'
He opened the door to the bathroom with his shoulder and stepped inside. Still naked, he laid Elizabeth down on the towel he grabbed from the side. He then turned the faucets for hot and cold water on.
'What time is it…' he stepped out for a second to look at the clock. 'Past midnight. I hope we don't oversleep. Getting flagged in my fifth year for late attendance will look terrible.'
They picked the worst night to do this but it can't be helped since Elizabeth is a priority.
Curious about Ceru, he took a peek around the wall and saw her right in the same spot as before. Shrugging, he went over to his closet and grabbed a towel, new jocks and his pajamas.
"Hmm. There are over two hundred of them encircling the dormitory." He walked over to the window and peeked through the curtains. Of course, there was no one in sight. Why would assassins just show themselves?
They were probably waiting for him to go to sleep. It's not like he's scared to go to sleep since Sebastian taught him to respond to threats even in his sleep.
'Strange how they could just waltz in here. Someone with an important position in the academy definitely helped them inside.'
They weren't weak assassins either. If he had to guess, there were probably a few level 70s among them.
'One of the three top crime families must've joined in. Either it's that or Serz got paid to kill me.'
He doubts the latter is possible since Serz very rarely takes up assassination jobs unless the target's ideologies or politics goes against the whole organization. The last time this happened was when they killed the previous Pope.
Since then, there hadn't been another person like that.
It's fair to ask: Doesn't Serz know Arnold is protecting Wistorina? Wouldn't they move as quickly as possible to attack him?
Firstly, they wouldn't be this discreet about it. They wouldn't even approach the princess since it's widely known by now that he's a powerful warrior so he will be able to sense if something is wrong.
They probably assume he's constantly on watch and never lets his guard down so unless they're separated from each other a certain distance, they won't take the chance.
Secondly, they know it's better to make use of chaos to achieve their goal. Meaning, they will use the chance he's fighting the assassins and quickly kidnap WIstorina.
Of course, someone among them probably already figured this might not work so they might send a few Cadres among the assassins who they believe can hold him off.
He doesn't want these assassins disrupting the school week with their bullshit so he'll take care of them quietly when they move. Chances are the first night is surveillance and the next night is moving into position. The third night will probably be when they strike. This is the common tactic for assassins but there's a possibility someone among them is too impatient and strikes either tonight or tomorrow.
Stepping away from the window, he went back to the bathroom. Elizabeth was already cleaning herself in the shower. He was able to get a glimpse of her perfect small white butt. There was a red spot on each cheek, probably from his rough pounding.
He turned the faucets off then threw a bath bomb and healing herbs into the water. It wasn't meant for washing off, but relaxing.
He joined her in the shower.
The two silently washed each other. She even did the honors of washing off the thing that hurt her so much. He tried his best to not get an erection while her small hands were rubbing it full of soap.
The two then let the water of the shower clean the soap off their skin.
Elizabeth winced a bit when she tried to rub between her legs.
"Don't touch there yet." He said to her, "It will sting for a few days. Or you can get a healing potion from one of the alchemy professors."
"…No, I'll just take a day off tomorrow. I should feel fine after taking a break."
He said "if you say so" before turning off the shower faucet. Then he picked her up in a princes carry again.
"Waah!"
"Alright, that's enough. Let's go to the bath. The herbs in the bath might not heal you completely but they will help ease the pain a bit." Without wiping his feet, he walked towards the bathtub and climbed in with Elizabeth. Then he gently put her down.
"Hm, I may have miscalculated the hot to cold water ratio… It feels a bit hotter than lukewarm." He said that passing remark.
Elizabeth silently waved her hand back and forth in the water with her eyes closed. It seems that the water didn't sting her as much, probably due to the herbs.
"…" he sat across her and leaned on the bath's edge then sighed deeply.
"…I saw you with that Rachel girl earlier. Where did the two of you go?" there was no sign of her blushing face anymore as she asked him.
Her eyes looked a little cold.
'That was random…'
"We went to go see her sister. I can't discuss what we did there just yet."
Until the academy releases a statement to warn the students and professors about Demon Punch, that is. But that will only be once he tells Morwenne where the drugs are. It's highly likely that they have a stash somewhere in the academy where the drugs are stored in large quantities. A single bag's worth wouldn't be enough to buy over an entire academy, especially the prestigious Ardark, and politics/nobles who hire the "workers".
"Grace says she likes you a lot."
"…"
"Has she ever confessed?"
'Why did Rachel suddenly become a subject?'
"Did you have a three-way with her sist—"
"Your imagination is too lewd for a virgin."
"…" her face reddened and she lowered her head.
"Rachel confessed to me earlier tonight actually. What we did earlier today was unrelated."
"W-W-What did you say?"
Elizabeth slowly looked up, the cold glare returning.
'What the hell… You made her a subject.'
"I didn't accept."
"…"
"Why did you bring her up? Are you jealous of the two of us spending time together?"
"N-No…"
What he was about to say will probably be corny to some but he needs to set this boundary and make her understand things won't always go her way. Otherwise, he'll just be a loyal slave trying to keep his master happy so that his master will listen to his requests.
He's not a pushover.
It's his duty to be the dominant person in this dynamic. Elizabeth doesn't have what it takes to be that so he'll take advantage of that.
"Elizabeth, I need you to understand that I can't love one woman my whole life. Even though I used to be in love with Olivia, my love for Victoria started during childhood. She's the woman who helped raise me when she herself was younger than I am now. Through growing up with her, I began to fall for her. That love is still alive today and I would do anything for her. She's the first woman I vowed to start a family with and not throw aside like the rest."
Death Flag or not, she is still precious to him and he wants to start a family with her (despite how unrealistic that may seem since he's a dragonkin).
He wants to grow old together with her. But he wouldn't push his other wives away for the sake of that wish. He wants the same for Elizabeth, Siana and—maybe—Rafaela.
With his dragon lord blood, he's basically immortal so they won't be together with him always and he'll have a lot of different wives in the future once they die but for now, he still wants to be there to see them pass on from old age, knowing he was with them until the end and he will look after their family.
Elizabeth will be with him for eternity because as fate would have it, both are coincidentally immortal because of their incarnation factors.
The bath steamed around them. Elizabeth's arms crossed just beneath the surface, her lips trembling between a pout and a scowl.
"You care more about them than you do about me, don't you?" she muttered, voice bitter.
"What an unfair and childish question." Arnold didn't even blink. "No. I care about them and you."
"T-That's not what I asked!"
"It's what you need to hear."
Elizabeth shifted, restless in the water. "So I'm supposed to just share you? Like I'm… like I'm no different from them?"
"You're not different at all. You might have a goddess' blessing but that doesn't mean you're not human like the rest of them." Arnold said flatly. "Victoria, Siana, you—none of you sit higher than the others. You're equals. That's how it is. If you think I'll put you above them just because you have a goddess' blessing and are a little strong, you're already lost."
Her hands clenched under the water. "I hate it when you talk like that…"
"If I let you believe you're the top of my world, you'll start clawing at them out of jealousy and try to build a wedge between me and the other girls. That won't end well—for you or for them. I won't have it because I won't just sit and watch you terrorize them."
Elizabeth's breath hitched. The strength in his tone left no room for argument. Her jealousy warred with her fear of losing him, and her eyes softened just enough to betray the conflict.
She will never win the battle of words with him because he knows her more than she knows herself.
He knows how to put a leash around her.
Arnold leaned back again, letting the steam rise between them. "Stand beside them. Not above. Not beneath. If you can't do that, then you'll never stand beside me either."
Elizabeth froze when Arnold said that with a cold poker face. The steam blurred her face, but her trembling lips were clear enough.
"…You'd abandon me?" Her voice broke like glass as she crawled towards him in the water, pupils shaking.
"…"
Her eyes widened, filling with tears. "No… no, you wouldn't. You can't. You can't!" She lurched forward, clutching his arm under the water with a frantic grip.
"No… no, you wouldn't. You can't. You can't!" she snapped, then sucked in a trembling breath. "You said you wanted my beauty! You wanted it and yet—yet you'd throw it away just like that! How could you say that? How could you just… just—Hehehe, what if I leave now? What if I just get up and walk out and never come back? What if I go to another boy—anyone!—Would you care then? Would you miss me? Maybe I'll go to him. Maybe I'll put on my best dress and braid my hair like that girl from my class who's always sharing her sweets with me—what's her name—Greta? Yes, Greta. I'll go to Greta's brother and I'll laugh and I'll smile and you'll see me with someone else and you'll regret—regret losing me! Is that what you want? Huh? Do you want me to make you regret it?
Her grip tightened as if she could will him to answer. "Or maybe I'll just leave the city. I'll go where no one can find me and then you'll have to look and look and you'll never find me and then you'll finally know what it's like to be without me! Won't that be funny? Won't you cry, Al? Won't you? Say it—say you'll cry! And if you don't cry, if you don't come after me, then I'll—" Her voice hiccuped into a sob. "I'll never speak to you again. I'll never touch you. I'll pretend you're a stranger and I'll live without you and I'll be fine. I'll be so fine I won't even remember your name. I'll find someone better than you and you'll see. You'll see, Al, you'll see! I'll find someone who loves me more! Someone who doesn't talk like a ruler all the time, someone who doesn't make lists of people and put them beside me like they're stuff on a shelf!" Her throat bobbed. "You think you can make rules about who I can be jealous of? Who I can hate? Who I can love? Who gave you the right?"
She was now standing over him, her eyes crazy and black mana swirling around her. if it was anyone else in front of her, they would have collapsed.
But he just looked at coldly.
"S-Stop looking at me like that! Why aren't you begging me to stay!? Do you want me to go!? You do, don't you!? Then why aren't you saying I should leave, huh!?"
Silence pooled around her.
She collapsed back into the water, breath shuddering. Her hands slackened in his arm and she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, the tantrum dissolving into something smaller. "I—" she began, voice tiny. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it." She rubbed all over his body.
Water dripped from the end of her nose. She swallowed hard, cheeks wet. "Forgive me," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I know I sounded ridiculous. I just… I'm scared. Don't—don't leave me for being stupid." Her fingers clung to him again, but softer now, repenting. "Please. I'll try. I'll try to be… better. I'm sorry, Al. I'm sorry. I-I'll behave, I'll—just don't say things like that! Don't make me think you'll throw me away"
Between her whimpers, she begged, "…Don't hate me…"
Arnold didn't pull his arm free, but he didn't soften either.
Elizabeth's tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with bathwater. "I-I can't lose you… I don't care if you love them too, just don't push me aside. Don't make me nothing to you…" Her voice cracked into a whimper.
She crawled on him and glued her head to his chest and hugged him tightly, trembling as if she was left out in the cold.
"…."