The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Execution (Part 3)

Beatrice was momentarily curious about what he was thinking, but her rising desire got the better of her, and she reached out to him.

“Aless…”

“Bea.”

“I… it’s not enough.” She frowned as she stroked her belly, filled with Alessandro’s semen. “I don’t think I’ll get pregnant like this.”

Alessandro’s expression hardened, and his breathing became more ragged. Beatrice smiled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“More. Fill me until my belly bursts.”

“Sister…!”

“I want to have your baby, hng!”

Alessandro’s penis thrust deep inside her. The rough intrusion hit her sensitive spots, and Beatrice immediately climaxed, feeling as if her body had been split in two.

“Aah! Hng, ahh, haa! Aah!”

Beatrice screamed until her voice went hoarse, and Alessandro slammed into her repeatedly. Her vision blurred as she reached climax after climax.

The two of them stayed entwined, like wild animals, all through the night, their bodies connected in a frenzy of passion.

***

Once the first time was over, it became easier.

After that night, Beatrice and Alessandro frequently found themselves entwined. Every glance exchanged sparked lust, and even the slightest touch sent electric shivers through their bodies.

Whether during meals, while conversing in the living room, while admiring flowers in the garden, or even while playing the piano in the music room, sparks flew between them. Without fail, they would kiss, caress, and make love, keeping their moans quiet until Alessandro’s semen dripped from her body onto the floor.

As their encounters increased and Beatrice’s body adjusted to Alessandro’s size, she noticed something strange.

Every time Alessandro made love to her, he did so with an intensity as if it were his last chance—desperately, as if he were clinging to her.

His touches were more than tender; they were relentless. He kissed and licked her body as if it were honey, and he sucked her as if he were drinking nectar.

Even now, he was doing it again.

“Aless, mmm, Aless!”

Alessandro gripped Beatrice’s thighs and buried his face between them, his tongue lashing out and exploring her sensitive inner folds. He teased her clit, sucking and nibbling gently, until it became swollen.

“Haa!”

Beatrice collapsed under his relentless attention, her hands gripping his hair tightly.

Alessandro didn’t seem to notice any pain, savoring the sweet liquid pouring from her. It was something he had longed for. No matter how much he kissed and caressed her, it never felt like enough.

Beatrice tried her best to stifle her moans, but Alessandro’s thorough caresses always made her succumb.

After climaxing once, her strength drained, and she lay against him, moaning in a raspy voice. She cried, hoping he would satisfy the aching emptiness inside her, filling her with his seed.

“Aless, please, hng, put your cock inside me, ahh!”

“Where did you learn to speak like that?”

“Aah, ah! Aless!”

“Not yet. Just a little more, I need to open you up more.”

“Hng! I can’t wait any longer, please, ah!”

Beatrice shook her head, spreading her legs wider. Her throbbing entrance was exposed, its red flesh glistening. Alessandro’s eyes darkened with desire. He knew too well the pleasure that awaited him inside her. He wanted nothing more than to thrust himself inside and feel the tight grip of her walls. But he gritted his teeth and held back.

Alessandro waited patiently, only moving to penetrate her after she had climaxed multiple times and her body had softened enough to accommodate his size.

Unlike Charles, who only cared about his own pleasure and never considered her body or feelings, Alessandro was different. He watched Beatrice’s expressions throughout their lovemaking, ensuring that she found satisfaction. He couldn’t stand the idea of her not enjoying their time together.

Alessandro only entered her after she was completely ready, when her body welcomed him without any strain.

This time, too, Alessandro’s patience won out.

Once Beatrice’s body had softened enough, he finally slid his fully engorged member inside her.

“Aah!”

“Ugh.”

As soon as Alessandro’s cock filled her and scraped against her sensitive walls, Beatrice climaxed again. Her body trembled violently, and her inner muscles clenched so tightly around him that it felt like they might break him.

“Bea, please…”

“Hng, haa, ah!”

Alessandro bit her earlobe gently, trying to relax her tense body. Beatrice let out a sigh and buried her face against his shoulder.

Once the tightness eased, Alessandro began moving, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her. Beatrice’s overly sensitive body immediately responded, shaking with pleasure.

“Aless, I feel like I’m going to die, hng!”

“It’s alright, Bea. If you die, I’ll die with you.”

“D-Don’t say things like that, ah! Haa!”

“Isn’t that what you want, Bea?”

“No, hng, ah, ah!”

Alessandro treated making love to Beatrice like savoring a fine meal. Their sessions were long and filled with tender caresses and endless climaxes, which left Beatrice exhausted.

Her body was covered in the marks of their passion. Her legs never stayed dry, and the red love bites on her pale skin never faded.

Whenever they weren’t making love, Beatrice slept. Her body was too weak to keep up otherwise. When she woke, Alessandro would feed her, filling her belly with food before filling her womb with his seed.

Beatrice even said once, “Aless, please be more careful. What if someone finds out?”

“Bea.”

“Hmm? Please, I’m scared. I want to stay here. I want to keep living as the Duchess of Clasis. So please…”

Alessandro sighed, displeased, but he couldn’t resist her tearful plea and nodded. “Alright, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Hmm…”

After that, Alessandro began to hold back, as she requested.

Instead of leaving marks all over her body, he settled for long, gentle kisses. He avoided kissing her so hard that her lips would swell, and he reduced the time they spent making love. Beatrice, though secretly disappointed, didn’t let it show.

Even so, their passion remained strong. They made love every day, and Alessandro always made sure her womb was filled to the brim with his seed.

Their relationship went unnoticed, thanks to a mix of luck and circumstances.

Charles, who often dragged maids to bed, caused Beatrice to dislike having too many servants in the mansion. As a result, there were fewer staff members, and they moved carefully to avoid being seen by her.

Thanks to this, Beatrice and Alessandro could be together without anyone catching them.

While Alessandro’s quarters bore the evidence of their trysts, the maids cleaning his room assumed, just like with Charles, that he had taken one of the maids to bed. None of them ever imagined that his partner was the lady of the house.

Some gossiped about which lucky maid had caught Alessandro’s attention, but Beatrice’s name was never mentioned.

Occasionally, a clueless maid might suggest something about Beatrice and Alessandro’s relationship, but those maids were quickly reassigned to more grueling tasks, and soon, no one dared speak of it again. The household staff consciously avoided drawing connections between Beatrice and Alessandro.

And so, outwardly, everything seemed calm and uneventful. Days passed peacefully, and Beatrice came to see her time with Alessandro as part of her routine.

But then, one day, the owner of the mansion returned.

“It’s been a while, dear. It seems you’ve been well.”

Charles had returned.

***

Charles, having returned to the mansion after a long absence, removed his coat with a tired expression. Beatrice stood beside the butler who took the coat to welcome him.

As soon as Charles saw her, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“Have you been well?”

“Yes.”

With his stiff wife in his embrace, Charles thought to himself, It finally feels like I’m home.

It was laughable. Since when had he started thinking of this woman as his place to return to?

However, as he buried his nose in the nape of her slender neck and inhaled her soft fragrance, all those thoughts faded away.

Charles pressed his lips against Beatrice’s shoulder, unaware of the cold, furious gaze that Alessandro was shooting in his direction.

That night, Charles relieved the fatigue of his long journey with deep, restful sleep. The next day, he was busy resting and didn’t touch Beatrice.

It wasn’t until two days after Charles had returned to the mansion that he properly saw his wife.

When he gazed at her with a clear mind, he noticed something strange about her. It wasn’t something that could escape a womanizer like Charles, who had been with countless women.

His wife had been with another man.

…Impossible.

He immediately denied his suspicion.

Charles knew how devoted Beatrice had been to him. That was why he had chosen her and why he had made the effort to make her fall deeply in love with him.

Even after their marriage, he had taken care to tame her. He was well aware that Beatrice never left the mansion and couldn’t even hold a proper conversation with a man other than him.

Yet, the thread of suspicion remained taut in his mind.

Charles began to think about the men who had access to Beatrice. The servants? Perhaps one of his aides who had come to relay messages? Or could it be someone else?

No one came to mind. The only man who was even remotely close to her was…