The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Desires of Each (Part 3)

Ah! Beatrice moaned inwardly. A wave of sensation, like a sudden urge to urinate, rushed through her. She closed her eyes tightly as the need to climax hit her.

“Ah!”

Splurt! Transparent liquid, which Alessandro hadn’t been able to swallow, dripped down his face, already slick with her juices.

“Aless!”

Startled, Beatrice pulled the skirt’s hem out of her mouth and wiped his face, which glistened from her fluids.

“Aless, are you—are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Alessandro replied, catching her hand as she wiped his face.

“I was thirsty anyway,” he added, licking his unusually reddened, swollen lips. The obscene sight made Beatrice blush even deeper, though her cheeks were already flushed.

“But it’s not enough to quench my thirst.”

“Aless…”

“Please, allow me.”

“Mmh.”

Once more, Alessandro buried his face between her thighs. Beatrice, feeling his delicate tongue, let out a soft sigh without realizing it.

She hurriedly tore off the clothes constricting her swollen chest. When she had thrown off all the restrictive garments, her large breasts bounced free into the air.

“Ahh.”

Beatrice grabbed her soft breasts, kneading them wildly. She pinched her stiff nipples between her fingers, feeling a dull thrill of excitement, but it wasn’t enough.

Her trembling lips parted. “Aless.”

In response, Alessandro sucked hard on her now fully engorged clitoris.

“Ahhng!”

The intense pleasure made Beatrice’s body curl inward. Her fingertips tingled, and she had to stop fondling her breasts. Instead, she grabbed Alessandro’s hair in desperation.

“Al-Aless!”

She grasped his short hair tightly, calling out his name once more, and only then did Alessandro finally lift his head.

The midday sunlight streamed through the large window behind Beatrice, bathing her fair skin in a radiant glow.

Alessandro pressed his cheek against her thigh, admiring Beatrice’s body like a masterpiece of art.

“Why?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice. But Beatrice, too flustered by Alessandro’s tongue, couldn’t answer right away.

“T-That…”

As she stammered, Alessandro blew a cool breath with his lips, and the chill made her entrance twitch violently.

Consumed by the desire to fill her trembling entrance, Beatrice finally spoke, “My… my breasts…!”

She gasped for breath as she continued, “…Touch my breasts, please.”

Alessandro didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he licked his lips, now slick with Beatrice’s juices, and stared intently at his sister-in-law, who was begging him to touch her breasts.

“Aless…”

Her stomach tightened under Alessandro’s persistent gaze. When she squeezed her legs shut, his face became trapped between her plump thighs.

Alessandro turned his head slightly, kissing her thighs as if leaving marks. Instinctively, the tension in her legs relaxed.

After kissing the red marks he’d left on her skin, Alessandro finally rose to his feet.

“Alright.”

He roughly grasped her breasts, just as Beatrice had begged for. His hands, calloused from rigorous training, roughly kneaded her ample bosoms.

He lifted her breasts from below, pressing them upward, squeezing and rubbing them, and then pinched her nipples with his fingers.

“Mmmp!”

At the same time, Alessandro rubbed his groin against her vaginal entrance. Every time the slit brushed against his pants, they became wetter. On the outside, it was from her fluids, and inside, precum was oozing from his erect member.

Beatrice’s body, heated from prolonged foreplay, trembled with pleasure from even the smallest of stimuli.

But by now, those tiny stimulations were no longer enough. She needed something bigger. Something to satisfy her throbbing entrance.

The wet fabric clung to his skin, revealing the outline of his massive erection. With her ragged breaths, Beatrice couldn’t hold back any longer as she begged.

“Put it in. Put yours inside me, Aless!”

This time, Alessandro readily granted her request. He quickly pulled down his pants. His enormous, stiffened member sprang free, fully erect.

Holding his penis with one hand and grabbing Beatrice’s leg with the other, Alessandro draped it over his waist.

“Haah!”

With one swift motion, his massive shaft penetrated her. The overwhelming pressure made Alessandro pause momentarily, catching his breath.

Given a moment, Beatrice’s inner walls began to tighten around him. Only then did Alessandro start moving slowly.

“Ahh, ahh, ahhng!”

Beatrice’s body swayed with Alessandro’s thrusts, and she took in the scene beyond her flickering vision.

The bookshelves lined with books, the painting by a famous artist, and the soft sofa where she sometimes spent her time…

This is her husband’s study.

And,

“Al-Aless, ngh! Ahh! Al…ess!”

“Bea…”

The man thrusting into her is Alessandro Clasis, the younger brother of Beatrice’s husband, Charles Clasis.

In other words, Beatrice is having sex with her husband’s younger brother in her husband’s study.

“Ahhng!”

The fact filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Even though she hadn’t eaten anything, she felt a fullness, an excessive sense of gratification.

At that moment,

“…Hmm!”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Aless…”

“You have time to think about something else, it seems.”

Alessandro murmured darkly between his teeth and began moving his hips more roughly. His massive shaft plunged deep into her tight, narrow walls. The swollen head of his penis pierced through the yielding inner walls, finally pressing against her cervix.

Beatrice couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a loud moan.

“Ahhh! Mmm—”

Alessandro covered her small mouth with his large hand. Pressing her lips gently so as not to hurt her, he whispered, “Do you want to get caught?”

“Mm…”

Mumbling from within her mouth, she said no.

“Even if I don’t care about getting caught, Bea, you certainly wouldn’t want that,” Alessandro continued.

Beatrice nodded. Getting caught was not an option. If anyone discovered that she was committing adultery with her brother-in-law Alessandro, her entire position as Duchess of Clasis would be stripped away. She couldn’t let that happen.

Alessandro quietly stared at Beatrice, who was now trembling with unease, and then, with a sigh, comforted her. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want.”

Reassured, Beatrice’s anxiety faded, and Alessandro resumed his movements. With each rough thrust, Beatrice grabbed his shoulders tightly. The white shirt beneath her trembling fingers crumpled messily.

“Aless, Aless…”

“Bea.”

Their calls for each other grew more desperate as their movements became faster, a sign that they were nearing their climax.

“Do it inside me!”

Afraid he might pull out, Beatrice tightened her grip around his neck.

“You have to finish inside. Please? Fill me up with your seed…”

The rapid heartbeat of Beatrice’s chest pressed against his. He could feel her nervousness.

Alessandro kissed the crown of her head. As he had comforted her when they were younger, he gently reassured her. “Don’t worry. I’ll fill your womb until it overflows.”

With those words, all the worries that had tormented her for so long vanished without a trace.

Beatrice smiled with satisfaction.

Moments later, the two collapsed into a heap, entangled in each other’s arms. Alessandro’s semen and his still-hard penis remained inside Beatrice, filling her completely.

Although it was a bit uncomfortable, she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked this position, as it increased the chances of pregnancy. But more than that, she enjoyed the intimacy—the closeness of their bodies, the warmth of Alessandro’s heartbeat, and the deep connection they shared.

With her eyes closed, Beatrice listened to the sound of his heartbeat and sighed in contentment.

“Bea.”

“Hmm?”

She responded, her eyes still closed. Alessandro’s soft voice filled the air above her.

“When we have a child…”

“……”

“I’ll be a good father.”

Beatrice froze at his unexpected words.

A father? Of course, what they were doing was for the purpose of having a child. Naturally, the result would be a child in the future, and she would become a mother. But…

The father of that child would be Charles, not Alessandro. To the world, the child would be seen as Charles Clasis’ heir. Alessandro, the real father, would only be considered a kind uncle—nothing more.

Beatrice swallowed dryly. She wondered what Alessandro meant by his words and felt a sudden fear rising within her. She wanted to ask, but at the same time, she didn’t.

Buried in Alessandro’s chest, Beatrice couldn’t see his expression. Was he excited? Or was he masking his anger?

If she looked up, she would know, but Beatrice didn’t dare.

Instead, she hesitated and gave a quiet response.

“…Yes. Please do.”

“Of course, I will,” Alessandro replied without hesitation.

He slowly caressed her still-flat stomach and whispered in her ear, “Because it’s our child.”

Beatrice thought, Is this what newlyweds feel like?

When she married Charles, she never experienced this kind of happiness. The feeling of being fully loved in a man’s arms, without the fear of losing him to someone else, without the misery of thinking that she wasn’t enough.

But her bliss didn’t last forever. Soon after, Charles Clasis returned, much to her misfortune.

***

As soon as the master of the mansion returned home, he summoned the butler to his office. Charles received a report from the butler about what had happened at the mansion during his absence.

However, the long-winded report didn’t capture Charles’ attention. News about the newly hired stable hand, the curtains that had been replaced following the head maid’s suggestion—none of this was what Charles was interested in.

Growing bored, Charles cut him off.

“And what about my wife?”

He thought of his wife, who had greeted him earlier. She seemed more radiant than before, as if she had blossomed under another man’s affection, not his.

“Has she done anything suspicious? Like meeting with another man…?”

“Madam?”