Grabbing her thighs once again, I forcefully spread them open in order to free myself from her hold. Pushing my body forward, I climbed back on the bed, once again looming over Elia, with my fully erect penis already throbbing against the opening of her wet pussy. Just by slightly rubbing its head against Elia's inviting opening, I felt like if I didn't hold myself back, it would get sucked inside even without any initiative from me.

"And how do you want to do it?"

With our faces levelled, I caressed Elia's cheek with the palm of my hand, while looking her deep in the eyes. Despite poor lighting in the chamber, I could still see a hint of red on her face, uncovered by the flicks of fire from the stove behind us.

"I… I'm not sure…"

Contrary to her usual, lively behaviour, through our nightly encounter, Elia was acting really meek and unsure, putting even more doubt whether she was really eager to spend the night with me rather than this entire event being just a form of repayment for my favour. While the tip of my penis was still rubbing against her pussy, sending waves upon waves of pleasure straight to my brain, this question throbbed painfully in my heart, almost making me lose my drive.

To fight off against this uncertainty, I moved my hand from her cheek a bit, allowing my thumb to sneak its way towards Elia's mouth. As if it was the most natural thing for her to do, she instantly covered it with her saliva with the help of her tongue, before starting to suck on it as if she turned to a kid, fed by my finger instead of her mother's breast.

With how all my weight was now resting on the single hand supporting my entire body, I was unable to do a thing, outside of slight movements of my hips, that allowed me to enjoy the warmth of the opening of Elia's bottom hole. With her legs already spreading as if in an attempt to make my job of finally penetrating her easier, her hips twisted upward, making it even simpler for me to simply push forward and start enjoying myself.

But I wasn't going to let go of my own imagination that easily. I already spent a huge amount of time doing my best to prepare her for what was about to come, and I was really reluctant to give up the idea of getting her head to do the work.

"You didn't answer my question, dear."

Pulling my hand away from her face, her lips latched to my thumb as if unwilling to let it go, splattering a few more drops of her saliva on top of her already messy face when I finally managed to free my finger. After all, it was improper to speak with a full mouth!

"Stop teasing me…"

With Elia's eyes suddenly turning wet, a few drops of tears flowed down her face as she looked at me with a look of longing mixed with shame. Compared to the times when we were having our fun with the help of the alcohol, she lost her bold side in favour of a cute meekness.

Seeing the desperate expression on her face, I couldn't hold back with how adorable she was, bursting out in giggle to the point when my supporting hand gave up, causing me to fall right on top of her body and push her deep inside the soft mattress. As if this involuntary mishap signalled the start of the true procreation, her legs instantly wrapped around my waist, as her ankles locked themselves against each other.

"I'm sorry… hehe… You are just too cute!"

With the bursts of giggle shaking my body over and over, I sneaked my hands under her back and pressed her even closer against my body in this messy hug of ours. Even though every part of me was ready to turn her into a sloppy mess, just by hugging our naked bodies I could feel a strange, pleasant feeling soothing my soul.

"Wha... "

At first, Elia turned flabbergasted at my reaction, with her eyes recovering from her earlier daze. With the shame washed away by how openly I was giggling, she soon joined in my laughter, turning both of our bodies into a shaking mess of giggle.

"Thanks. Honestly, I was quite scared there."

Moving her face to the side in order to look me in the eyes, Elia graced me with a light, fleeting kiss before suddenly wrapping her hands around my neck and turning her body over, changing our positions. Lying down on my back, I could see all the features of her body with how she moved her upper body up and was now sitting on me as a rider would do on a horse.

With her hands down near my penis, she grabbed it and started lightly moving her delicate fingers around it, as if unsure what she was supposed to do.

"I guess this thing will go inside me, won't it?"

Still playing around my pridehood, her eyes were glued to it even when she was asking her question. While the feeling of her hands on my most sensitive part wasn't anything to scoff at, honestly when compared to her throbbing pussy, it was still a degradation of a pleasure for me, allowing me to clear my mind and catch a mental breath.

"Only if you really want it. I don't want you to sleep with me out of obligation."

With my mind slightly calmed down, all the feelings of doubts and uncertainty returned with even greater strength, holding my heart in a painful grip. Despite how we were about to fuck, I suddenly lost all the joy I was feeling just a moment ago.

"Wait, what?"

Hearing my words, Elia's hand suddenly tightened around my shaft, only for her entire body to relax and stop moving at all.

"Did you really think I was going to give you my entire self just to repay the favour? Is that really who you thought I was?!"

With her hands now away from my penis, I could make out how she tightened them into fists, as her expression turned ugly. Only now did it dawn on me how my doubts pictured Elia's character!

"It's not like that…"

At this point, I genuinely had no idea how to explain myself. If she really never looked at me in this way, then my hesitation turned out from simple worry to a great insult to her feelings! While it wasn't easy, I resolved myself to lower my guard, expose my inner self and just confront her about the entire thing. Worst case scenario, I would be the one causing our relation to turn purely business-like, but there was still a chance that by baring myself in front of her, she would acknowledge my worries!

"You see, back at the magistrate… When you scolded me, you phrased it in the way that made me think you only cared about the town, as if you were worried only about losing the chance to regain your inheritance. Maybe I was wrong there, but it still hurt me quite a bit…"

Explaining the situation just like that, wasn't easy on me. It required me to bare my thoughts in front of someone who I still cared about, proved by how hard it was for me to risk destroying our relationship. After all, only by attaching a real value to how she saw me, I managed to make this point bother me so much!

"You…! Ah… You idiot…"

With the expression of anger flowing down from her face, her fists fallen lightly on my chest, without any energy required for them to regard it as a hit. Next moment, her hands grabbed mine, as she brought them to her belly, cupping them together with hers.

"You see… When I mentioned the plan… Rather than speaking about the city… I meant turning from your fake fiancee, into your real wife!"