The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 107

A faint halo of moonlight overflowed into the night.

A gentle breeze swept through the vast garden, softly swaying the delicate flowers scattered throughout. Their fragile movements, like trembling from the cold touch of the wind, seemed almost ethereal.

The temperature dropped sharply day by day as winter approached. The cold lingered throughout both day and night. However, at least one bedroom in a quiet mansion was brimming with searing heat.

Creak, creak.

The bed groaned as if it might break at any moment. The draped canopy, veiling the bed’s interior, rippled like waves caught by an unseen force. The lamplight, casting shadows through the swaying fabric, revealed a silhouette on the floor.

Two figures—one with a solid, iron-like build and the other slender and delicate—were entwined in an indecent embrace. Each time their joined bodies sank deeper into each other, the shadow writhed and moaned. As their obscene silhouettes grew more fervent, the night deepened.

“Ah… ah!”

A woman’s rich, sultry moan further dampened the air in the room. Suddenly, a long, slender hand slipped out from beyond the curtains, clutching the sheets tightly. Its pale, trembling back belonged to Judith.

“Ah, no, stop!”

“Ha… just a little more… I’m almost done.”

Between his panting breaths, a heavy voice intervened. It was Derrick’s, equally flushed with heat.

“Ah, but you said that earlier…!”

Judith, worn out by the prolonged intimacy, grumbled in a flustered voice, tugging at him persistently. When she pushed against his chest to stop his advances, Derrick didn’t bother to hide his displeasure.

Annoyed, he intensified the rhythm of his thrusts, as if expressing his irritation. Yet, no matter how rough his movements became, Judith, whose entire body had grown sensitive, could only feel pleasure.

Derrick slid deeper into her, his hips moving fluidly, and pinched her swollen clitoris. A sharp, electrifying sensation coursed through Judith’s spine, making her tremble and shake her head. Her pupils, dazed with overstimulation, stared back at him, prompting Derrick to lick his lips.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”

“No, not there! Ugh… stop it!”

“Don’t worry. Just hold onto me.”

Derrick’s lewd words, uttered without restraint, made Judith glare at him with eyes red from frustration.

As he thrust firmly into her in short intervals, Derrick wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening their connection. His manhood grazed her sensitive spots as it pushed against her inner walls, making Judith arch her back and cling to him. Beaming with satisfaction, Derrick kissed her flushed cheeks.

“Feels good there, huh? Suddenly tightening up like that.”

“Mm… it’s just a bit…”

Judith’s flushed face hesitantly revealed her honest feelings, which Derrick found utterly endearing.

He resumed his thrusts while their lower bodies remained tightly joined. This time, his movements were slow and tender, unlike the reckless pounding from before. A different kind of pleasure surged between them—a calm wave replacing the earlier rough storm.

Judith, pinned beneath him, instinctively tensed and relaxed her body in rhythm with their lovemaking.

“Mm… slower, please… ah!”

Even while accommodating her preferences with gentle movements, Derrick would suddenly pick up speed on a whim. It seemed that while he tried to be considerate of her struggle during their passionate exchange, he couldn’t resist when his limit was near.

This was one of those moments. A short while ago, the two had been moving as if they were one, exchanging quiet affections. Now, they were indulging in shameless, animalistic fervor, unable to hold back.

As Judith was swept away by the overwhelming sensations, her gaze drifted downward, only for her eyes to snap shut. She had caught a glimpse of his thick manhood relentlessly thrusting into her soaked entrance.

“Judith,”

His coarse voice scratched at her senses in an oddly stimulating way. When she hesitantly opened her eyes, she found Derrick’s lust-filled gaze inches away.

“Kiss me.”

His slightly hoarse voice, like a midnight temptation, carried an irresistible allure. Although she was already breathless and weary, Judith, as if bewitched, reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Lick me with your tongue.”

Even as their lips were locked, he managed to coax her. Hesitantly, Judith licked at his lips like a shy child, prompting Derrick to smile and press his tongue against hers. Wet, squelching sounds accompanied their deepening kiss, and unruly saliva dripped between their joined mouths, yet the kiss grew even more fervent.

Derrick, who had been gently sucking on the tip of her tongue, suddenly engulfed the root. With a wet, obscene sound, the slippery flesh of their tongues entwined and caressed each other, echoing salaciously in the room. His lips then sealed against hers completely, his sly tongue invading the depths of Judith’s mouth.

Her eyelids trembled as his tongue meticulously licked at the tender flesh and teased the roof of her mouth. Judith wrapped her arms around his neck, focusing entirely on the kiss.

“Mmnh, ah…!”

As Derrick’s thrusts from below grew more forceful, the moans spilling from Judith’s lips escalated. His hands, which had been gripping her hips tightly, slid upward, fondling her stiffened, sensitive nipples. The concentrated sensations at her chest sent an unbearable itch deep inside her abdomen, and Judith broke the kiss, panting heavily.

“Hah, Derrick…!”

An uncontrollable surge of pleasure rushed over her as the peak drew near. Judith unconsciously dug her nails into his forearm. Despite the sting, Derrick remained unfazed, entirely focused on the vigorous movements of his hips. The relentless, messy friction sounds drowned out everything else, shaking the bedroom.

Finally, Judith curled her toes and succumbed to an intense orgasm. Her vision momentarily turned white as her back arched. Her body, now limp with exhaustion, sprawled across the bed in complete surrender.

Derrick, also caught in the heat of overwhelming pleasure, released his gratification inside her, letting out a deep, guttural groan.

Judith, her face buried in the pillow, let out shallow, wheezing breaths. Still unable to open her eyes, she barely managed to inhale as a gentle hand wiped the sweat from her forehead. The tenderness in his gesture resonated more deeply within her than the lingering echoes of her climax.

Derrick, sweeping her damp hair back, bent down and scattered soft kisses across her face. The shared warmth of their bodies pressed together made her feel stifled, prompting Judith to whisper faintly:

“It’s too hot.”

“Just one more time,” Derrick murmured.

One more time? How shameless. Even after going at it all night, he still wasn’t satisfied. Judith, her energy entirely depleted, barely managed to voice her protest.

“…I’m too tired.”

“Then just lie still. I’ll take care of the rest.”

When Derrick grabbed her limp legs and began lifting them again, Judith panicked and frantically waved her hands in protest.

Tomorrow—or rather, today, since midnight had already passed—she had an important engagement. While it was possible to adjust her schedule if she overdid it, she didn’t want to miss her meeting with the Marchioness Dyer.

Seeing her watery eyes pleading with genuine refusal, Derrick sighed and reluctantly let her legs down.

“You’ve been meeting her quite often lately,” he muttered, pulling her close and kneading her slick hips. By now, Judith had grown used to his shameless hands, her tolerance for his antics clearly well-developed.

Blinking her bleary eyes, Judith managed to focus on Derrick’s words, realizing he was referring to the Marchioness Dyer.

Since marrying Derrick, Judith’s life had been as serene as a calm spring sea. Every moment was filled with warmth and happiness, a stark contrast to the hostility and misery of her previous marriage. This newfound joy was thanks to her loving husband, her caring brother Vincen, and her close friendship with Marchioness Dyer.

Lately, Judith had been meeting with the Marchioness frequently, for a specific reason.

“Milah is expecting her third child,” Judith whispered in a hoarse voice, fidgeting with her fingers in Derrick’s embrace.

It was undoubtedly joyous news for the Marchioness, and Judith had congratulated her as if it were her own happiness upon hearing it. Remembering the kindness and generosity the Marchioness had shown her, Judith had prepared gifts, gathering items said to be beneficial for expectant mothers, and presented them to her.

Each time, the Marchioness had responded with mixed emotions—a smile of gratitude, shadowed by a hint of guilt.

Judith wasn’t entirely unaware of the reason behind her friend’s conflicted feelings. It was likely related to the tragedy that had once made her the subject of gossip among countless social circles—Judith’s miscarriage. The Marchioness had been the first to discover her secret, and it must have weighed heavily on her heart.

As much as the Marchioness worried, Judith couldn’t claim to be entirely unbothered. It remained a deeply painful memory for her. Though Derrick’s love had brought stability to her life, the wound in her heart lingered, like an unyielding knot of grief.

It felt akin to guilt—a sense that she had failed to protect her own child. Even if all her suffering had disappeared, the sorrow of losing the life she once carried would never fully fade.

“If the child had been born safely, what would things be like for us now?”