Can't Come Back - Side Story 2
Side Story 2 – The Fruits of Jealousy (3)
Cain’s finger ascended with assurance to her pert nipple. Tenderly traversing fingers then delved into a sensual communion, enticing a juicy fruit.
“Ah… ugh, ah!”
Cain’s face was filled with a delight greater than any worldly manifestation as he probed her nipple. Berlia’s body quivered automatically as Cain’s advances explored the depths, and her limbs interlaced, indicating the onset of expectation. Unwelcome moisture revealed itself in her secret parts, taunting with a tingling discomfort. Cain’s arrival seemed almost clairvoyant, as though sensations danced to a predetermined pattern.
“C-Cain… that’s enough…”
“You want me to stop?”
Amorous gestures had become obsolete, as entreaties now begged for the end of further interference. Despite sensing her intents, Cain maintained an ostensible obliviousness.
“Go… inside… right now…”
Berlia’s voice trailed off, hampered by the words she couldn’t say. Such lines, conjuring a plea, have before passed her lips. Despite this familiarity, expressing such impulses was a source of great humiliation.
While her face was flushed with alcohol, it could not conceal her mortifying feelings. Berlia averted her sight, avoiding Cain’s attention.
Cain nodded thoughtfully as he observed this demeanor, a semblance of affection adorning his lips.
“Understood. As you desire.”
Cain’s hand began the ascent of her thigh, its course as predictable as the developing future. Berlia’s legs parted unintentionally as a result of her excitement.
Concurrently, Cain’s hand came across Berlia’s intimate sphere, which had been wet and prepared for his entrance. Cain raised his hips slightly and drove his turgid manhood into her, securing his desired union.
Cain’s penis engulfed Berlia’s vagina in one decisive shove, seemingly as an unsaid cue. Berlia felt a burst of fulfillment as she tasted the long-awaited ecstasy.
Sensations drew Cain into a region of distance, where his inner desires begged to be let loose. He gradually began to move his pelvis rhythmically.
Cain’s phallus grazed Berlia’s deepest recesses, evoking intense responses.
Berlia yielded to the sensation after being engulfed by Cain’s touch. Each infiltration of Cain’s essence elicited ardent remarks from her. Her voice filled with rapture.
“Cain, Cain! Yes, yes, yes!”
Her hands encircled Cain’s sinewy back. Berlia’s grip was firm, a witness to her zeal. Similarly, the depths enveloping Cain’s core reflected this zeal. Berlia grabbed Cain’s possession with a passion that surpassed any previous moment.
The crescendo of their intertwined passions continued, a symphony of fury that defied description.
Cain’s body repeatedly descended into Berlia’s depths. Berlia had the impression that Cain’s ardor was growing stronger. Berlia’s legs trembled with each arch of Cain’s back.
“Haah, haah, oh!”
Berlia’s inner flesh became increasingly cramped and hot. Maintaining calm in the face of such stimuli was a near-impossible task for any guy. Cain, too, was getting closer to his climax. He buried himself deeper within her by moving his hips fiercely. Cain’s body trembled, resulting in an eruption of white delight within her.
Berlia drank Cain’s seminal fluid. Berlia sighed heavily as she felt his warmth permeate her being.
“Haah, ohh, haah…”
The searing heat gradually receded, leaving a cooling afterglow in its wake. They clutched each other without saying anything. Cain and Berlia exchanged glances, their bodies still entangled.
The couple’s night was far from ending.
* * *
That day was two months ago. Cain embraced Berlia more frequently than previously, using his successor as an excuse. Naturally, Berlia saw nothing wrong with Cain’s actions.
Furthermore, Berlia assumed that if Cain were sure of her affections only, he would no longer need to be careful of other men. Cain’s attitude, however, remained unaltered, contrary to her expectations. He continued to warn her to stay away from any approaching males at Tbilisi Castle in case they had a hidden agenda.
As the nagging continued, Berlia regretted not informing Grant about the problem sooner, even if it meant revealing her relationship with Cain. However, as the saying goes, you cannot cry over spilled milk.
“Today or the day Princess Claudia comes.”
“Yes, after such a long time, we’ll have the honor of seeing Her Highness.”
Princess Claudia had agreed to visit the Tbilisi Kingdom today. Notium had dispatched envoys to Tbilisi regularly for formal purposes. Despite its independence, Tbilisi remained a principality, a part of Notium, because of its geographical proximity.
And the emissary from Notium this time was none other than Princess Claudia. Officially, Claudia was there to observe Tbilisi, but it was widely assumed that she was there to meet Cain and Berlia.
“Good to see you, Berlia.”
“It’s been a long, Claudia. Please pass on my greetings to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Oh, Lord Cain! Oh, you’re the Grand Duke now, aren’t you?”
Even this time, Hakarton, who could be described as a Cain devotee, was among them. Hakarton was among those who lamented Cain’s departure from the empire the most. Although he proposed Cain to the Emperor for the rank of Grand Duke Tbilisi, it was only a recommendation.
Even Hakarton was a crown prince, destined to become Emperor. He would be more restricted in his outside activities after becoming Emperor than now. Concerned that he wouldn’t be able to meet Cain as frequently in the future, Hakarton traveled to Tbilisi with Claudia.
“Ah, the duchy is lovely.”
“It feels quite different from Notium.”
The table was neatly laid for four people. There was no shortage of perfection for a good day, with bright weather, attractive surrounding landscape, and pleasing food in appearance and flavor.
Servants began bringing out the food. Berlia was looking forward to the food today, having heard that Claudia had brought items from Notium for her and Cain.
“Isn’t this a fish only living in Notium’s western sea?”
Tbilisi was inland, unlike Notium, which had one side bordering the sea. Although her position as duchess allowed her to eat as much seafood as she wanted, getting a range of foods was more challenging than when she lived in Notium.
Berlia smiled as she examined the fresh and varied seafood Claudia had brought.
“I thought you would like it.”
“Thank you for thinking of us, Your Highness.”
Berlia grabbed up a chunk of fish with a happy look. Steam emanated from the fish’s white flesh. She popped it into her mouth, all excited, but then:
She became nauseated all of a sudden. Despite how good it looked, she couldn’t hold it in her mouth. Swallowing was considerably more difficult. She twisted her head fast and spat up the fish.
“Berlia, my goodness! Are you alright?”
Berlia was met with puzzled looks from everyone. Berlia herself was the most taken aback. A sudden retching fit? She wasn’t used to reacting to fish.
Berlia’s mind then flashed with an idea.
‘Recently, I’ve been sleeping more. I felt dizzy at times. I’m retching right now. Is it possible…?’
“Wait, Berlia, could this be…”
Claudia, the speaker, is thinking the same thing.
“Are you pregnant?”
The four were engulfed in the quiet after Claudia’s statements. Cain was the first to speak after a brief gap.
“Pregnant? Are we expecting a child?”
Cain inquired, his voice tinged with excitement.
“It seems so.”
Berlia nodded her head slowly.
* * *
Since then, eight months have passed. Berlia, who was two months pregnant then, delivered a healthy child. The child born to them was a daughter. Despite being a newborn and having little hair, she had gorgeous blonde locks inherited from Berlia. Even the color of her eyes matched perfectly.
Berlia had a slightly regretful story to tell when she saw the newborn.
“Cain, I wish she looked like you, but there’s nothing I can do if she’s beautiful but looks nothing like you.”
Berlia, resting in bed after giving birth, spoke while holding the infant in her arms.
“I, on the other hand, am very pleased that she resembles you.”
Cain kissed Berlia’s forehead briefly, saying she had suffered a lot throughout the ten months. Berlia, on the other hand, couldn’t entirely forget her disappointment.
“Then why not have a second child?”
Berlia’s expression was remorseful as Cain recommended having a second kid. He had no intention of forcing her if she was unwilling, but he said it because she appeared disappointed.
“Should we do that?”
Berlia grumbled to herself. Being pregnant and giving birth was difficult, but it went precisely as Cadellin had predicted. All the difficulties of the previous ten months were forgotten when the baby was placed in her arms.
“I’d like to have a son next time. Two daughters are fantastic, but what about one boy and one daughter?”
“I’m okay with anything. In that case, how about healing fast, Berlia, for the sake of the kid that will be born?”
Berlia’s face flushed at Cain’s frank statements. She was aware of what he was saying.
She blamed him by calling his name. Nonetheless, Berlia did not object to what Cain had stated because it was Cain whom she had sincerely loved and still loves.