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◈ Fragments of Thorns and a Cradle ◈

Chapter 4

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Content Warning: domestic abuse; explicit sexual content; sexual coercion or assault; suicidal thoughts or self-harm.

Endymion's gaze caught on her pale, full breasts.

"Call a servant and have the children taken away."

"Yes. I will. I will have them leave this room."

Crying, Marie stood and rang the bell. A servant entered shortly afterward and took the children from her arms. Marie knelt before him again.

He pulled back his robe and exposed his erection. Marie habitually crawled between his knees and settled into place.

"Hng..."

Though it was too much to hold in two hands, she took his cock in both and drew the head into her mouth. The thick-veined shaft vanished between her lips. Her hot, wet mouth rolled around it, and her soft tongue slowly licked its dark tip.

Endymion watched her pointed red tongue circle the head before taking it all into her mouth. The sight of her slowly moving her head back and forth to draw it deeper was stimulating. Her tongue stroked the flesh softly, pressing again and again at the tip.

"Mm..."

He let out a low groan. Marie looked up at him through wet eyes, and even the moisture clinging to her long lashes looked obscene.

What woman could be this lewd? What woman could take his cock as lewdly as Marie did?

No woman could imitate her. No one else could drive him to this point as she did.

He had not wanted to be reduced to this. Marie, his woman, had made him into a monster. So it was all her fault. Marie, you made me, made me...

"...I feel as though I am going mad."

She drove him mad. He seized her curling hair and shook it harshly. Marie retched, fighting back nausea as she continued to suck him. Her small hand worked eagerly at the sac beneath the head.

"Fuck."

After forcing his cock into her mouth while gripping her hair without mercy, he pulled it free and spoke roughly. Marie stared at him with dazed eyes, then bared her breasts first.

Endymion looked at her erect nipples. Her breasts, fuller than they had been in girlhood, were works of art. Of all her body, they were what he liked best after her buttocks.

Even endless praise could not express their perfection: the curve of her hips from her narrow waist to her buttocks, the apple-like shape of her rear, and the two breasts hanging above her waist.

His lips went dry. He pulled Marie onto his thigh and kissed her. Marie spread the hem of her negligee beneath herself and exposed her white buttocks.

"Again."

Marie lifted her negligee to her navel and looked at him.

"What do I have to do again?"

"...Touch me."

When she heard that the marchioness had taken the children away, Marie's heart had dropped. The marquess's wife did not like children. Though she showed curiosity like an unmarried woman who had never borne a child, she clicked her tongue at Ewin whenever he cried too hard or grew irritable, calling him ill-mannered.

Marie knew that the marchioness disliked the children because of her.

Endymion's new wife was not like the former marchioness, who had pitied a concubine and felt sorrow for her situation.

Therefore, Marie wanted only one thing: that her children would not be hurt.

"The marchioness is your wife, my lord. She is not a bad person."

Did Endymion know how much saying those words hurt Marie? Did he know that she had wanted to run after her children immediately, take them back, and flee to hide where neither Endymion nor his wife could find them?

He would not know. He would not know why she had not shown it.

There was much he did not know. Endymion said there was nothing he did not know about Marie, but he did not truly know a single thing about her. Marie thought it would be better if he knew nothing at all.

"Touch me."

Marie lifted her negligee to her navel and whispered with the expression he liked. Endymion kneaded her buttocks at length and ran his hand over the cleft between them, touching her sex as though he wanted to thrust himself inside.

He had restrained himself as much as he could for fear of causing a miscarriage, but his desire could not have dried up.

As Marie felt his long fingers trace around her opening, she let out a wet, breathy sound. His lips closed around her nipple. Around the time Ewin was weaned, her breasts had dried up, but with her pregnancy the milk had returned. When he sucked that hard, milk flowed out.

"Mm..."

She lightly bit her lower lip and held his head. His soft blond hair brushed her breast, and the tickling sensation made her curl her toes. Still touching her between the legs, he gave a low laugh and pushed Marie down onto the bed.

"You are too lovely. Yet..."

His satisfied expression hardened. Marie watched him silently.

He had wanted to punish the nursemaid. But the nursemaid had no power to stop the marquess's wife. Even if the marchioness wanted to punish the children by pouring boiling water over them, the nursemaid could not stop her.

Kailak was a country of clear rank and strict order. There might be no other country with such firm boundaries between classes.

People had to know their place forever. Marie knew hers better than anyone. To avoid becoming like her mother, who had gone mad and died, she had lived with all her strength. Even when life was not joyful. Even when she always wanted to cut her wrists.

"You wore that face when I married too. Did you truly not care?"

Marie watched him blankly. Endymion's face was stiff. His already pale face looked whiter and sharper beneath its coldness. Marie lay there looking at him like a slave who did not understand.

It was easier to act stupid.

When she pretended to know nothing, when she let people say she was a useless slave who only consumed food without reading the room, nothing happened. Marie had lived that way for a long time because everyone wanted her to.

"Marie."

"...I am always here."

Marie lowered her eyes. Endymion's face twisted as though he might cry, but he did not weep. His beautiful red lips trembled.

Once, he had asked whether Marie loved him. She had answered, "I am always here."

He had not cried then either. He had only worn the same broken expression.

"You... No. It is nothing."

Had he wanted to ask, Do you love me?

Marie looked at him and lightly touched the hair that fell to his brows. Endymion collapsed over her in an instant.

His lips traveled in turn over her nape and collarbone. Marie held his head and felt his warm breath heat her skin. Sometimes she wanted to die like this. At the moment of death, she wanted to be held in Endymion's arms.

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