Chapter 1: Ariel Is Strange

Something strange was going on with Ariel.

Arsion was deeply troubled. He was watching Ariel approaching him with a whip in her hands. His wrists were currently tied behind his back to the headboard of their bed by a pair of leather handcuffs. From where she got them, he had no idea.

Frankly, the handcuffs were really not sufficient to truly restrain Arsion. With just a little bit of force, the decorations on the headboard would quickly break. Or, one could say you didn't even need to resort to force. By just twisting and moving your wrists slightly, you could be freed.

But Arsion did not do any of these things. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Ariel, who was slowly approaching.

'Is that the whip from the decorated corner in the study in our home?'

In the study of the duke's annex, where the two lived, a genuine whip hung, received from a distant land. Made by the top craftsman with the best leather, it was more like a piece of art. That was the reason why they had hung it up as decoration, but why was it in Ariel's hands tonight?

No, why would she want to swing that thing?

“Like this… way?”

Ariel, amazed by the whip in her hand, grabbed the handle and began to swing it. Even with that little movement, the whip wiggled like a live snake, and then crawled fast! It hit the wooden floor with a loud noise.

“Pakk!”

Pieces of wood broke apart and flew into the air as the bottom of the whip hit the floor. Ariel, who saw it, freaked out and dropped the whip onto the floor. It was as if she just discovered there was something so terrifying in the world. Shaking her head, Ariel gently bent down and lightly rolled the whip off the floor, then approached the table.

“I can't do this. Because I think it's going to hurt so much…… I can use a lot of candles instead…….”

A lot of candles? Arsion, at first, doubted his ears at Ariel's murmur. Then Arsion glanced at the table where Ariel stood.

It wasn't just candles on the table. From an unknown leather strap to a rod with feathers. A mouth gag and even an eye mask. The only thing all the items seemed to have in common was that they were all made of black leather.

Arsion knew for what and when they were used, even though he had never thought to use them himself. He just knew… the fact that these tools were used by people who wanted to get a little different or stronger stimulation.

If that's the situation…

'Then why does Ariel have them?'

Meanwhile, Ariel picked up one of the candles on the table. She placed a wick close to a lamp's flame, lit it, and carefully came near the bed with the burning candle.

Unfortunately, the tip of the pointed candle melted faster than Ariel had anticipated, so the hot wax dripping from it fell onto the back of her hand.

“Ah! Hot! Hot!”

The moment the candle wax fell, Ariel jumped up with a squeal.

“Riel!”

Arsion immediately tightened his arms. The wooden decoration on the headboard flew away with a loud crack. Easily ripping the leather handcuffs off his wrists, Arsion rose from the bed.  A surprised Ariel asked when Arsion, who was free in an instant, approached.

“W-Wait! How, how did you get out of it? I'm sure I tied it tight!”

She was sure she attached the cuffs correctly. So she was confident that Arsion wouldn't be able to move no matter what she did.

“Is that really the problem now? Let me see your hand.”

Arsion took Ariel's hand and examined them. He could see the red skin where the candle wax had fallen on. He glared at the candle rolling on the floor, no longer burning. His gaze was so fierce that he wondered if the candle would break apart by him just by looking at it.

Fortunately, only one drop of wax fell and it was easily brushed away, so her skin was not burned. It was only a little bit red. It was obvious that the hot wax would probably not burn even if left alone. But Arsion, looking at Ariel's hand as if it was as serious as seeing a patient with a deadly disease.

“Let's stop. Come here.”

Arsion hugged Ariel and tried to lift her. But instead, Ariel pushed him away.

“It's okay! Rather, you…… I thought you couldn't get free, but you were just pretending?”

Arsion nodded and Ariel let out a strange, disappointed sigh, glancing back and forth between Arsion and the headboard. She really thought she had imprisoned him. It was extremely embarrassing to discover that he was, in fact, watching her while only pretending to be overpowered.

Looking at Ariel, who looked about ready to run away from the room, Arsion sighed and lifted Ariel over his shoulder.

“Sion! What are you doing! Let me go!”

But Arsion ignored his wife and walked back to the bed where he was tied up just moments ago. Arsion then gently placed her down on the bed. Soon, his hand caught Ariel's ankle, as she tried to roll to the other side of the mattress to get out of the bed.

Ariel's body was dragged back by Arsion, and the thin slip she was wearing slid up her body, exposing her.

Under the light of the lamp, Ariel was fully visible to Arsion.

Gulp. Ariel hurriedly tried to lower her slip but Arsion had already seen everything there was to see. Flat belly. Thin legs. Soft bush covered with triangular cloth. In addition, pinkish petals that were slightly visible because her ankles and legs were open apart.

Ariel's face flushed red as if she had released red paint when she noticed what Arsion had seen.

“Let go, let go!”

Arsion sighed and said as Ariel struggled to escape from his hands.

“Sorry, Riel. I didn't want to do this…….”

“……Do what?”

“I have to tie you up for a second.”

“What?”

Before Ariel could even close her mouth, Arsion's hand picked up the leather cuffs rolling on the sheets. It was something he released himself from a little while ago. Her slender wrists were cuffed before Ariel could figure out what the hell was going on.

“Wah? Huh?”

Next, Ariel's arm was strapped in another decoration on the headboard, which was not broken. Arsion rose as Ariel twisted and struggled with her wrists tied to the bed with a leather strap.

“Sion, let me go!”

“No, hold still for a second.”

“How dare you tie a woman up like this!”

“You tied me up, too.”

'Oh, right. I did.'

Arsion quickly approached the table when Ariel couldn't say anything because of what she had done earlier. There was an ice bucket that kept wine cool. But there was no wine in it.

'That means she needed ice.'

Arsion wasn't going to ask Ariel what she was going to use the ice for. He could guess the purpose of the tools here.

Arsion returned to bed with a piece of ice. Meanwhile Ariel was struggling to untie her tied wrists. Seeing Arsion solve it easily, she thought it would be easy for her as well, but she couldn't even move, let alone escape from it.

“How did you get out of this?”

“You learn a lot when you're part of the knights. I need to look at the back of your hand.”

Arsion looked at the back of Ariel's hand that was tied up. He saw the red mark where the candle wax had fallen a while ago. He put the ice he brought there.

“Ha…….”

Even if it wasn't enough to completely heal, it was a spot where the candle wax landed on. The skin was still slightly stinging even after the hot wax was gone, so Ariel unconsciously expressed a pleasant sound when the cold ice touched her skin.

After a while, the stinging sensation dissipated, only to leave a tingling chill where the ice had been rubbed. Meanwhile, the ice melted into water and flowed down Ariel's hand. Since her arms were tied up above her head, the running water fell down her arms to her neck.

“Ah…….”

Ariel shuddered at the coldness. Arsion looked at her for a long time and asked gently.

“Now I want to ask you some questions…… Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Arsion recalled what happened a while ago.

* * *

When he first came home, Ariel did not greet him, so he wondered if she was hurt because he came back too late. But when he finished washing in the bathroom and entered their bedroom, Ariel was wearing a thin, transparent slip and holding onto a pillar of the bed, twisting at a slightly odd angle.

Arsion remembered this pose was one of the positions featured in Ariel's recent magazine purchase titled 'Looking More Attractive' that she hurriedly hid in her desk.

To be honest, it was an unnecessary need to seduce Arsion. He was in heat for Ariel's touch anyway. But Arsion approached Ariel with delight, given that she was trying to seduce him. Ariel then asked Arsion for help.

“Sion, don't get angry no matter what I do from now on.”

He recalled he heard something similar to this in the past. Anyway, Arsion said yes because no matter what Ariel did, he wouldn't be angry.

“Get on the bed.”

It was a hell of a command. There was no reason not to follow, so Arsion quickly climbed onto the bed.

“Put your hands above your head and close your eyes.”

It was truly a heart-pounding command. As Ariel told him to, his hands went above his head and he closed his eyes. He could feel her approaching him. It was the moment when Ariel's body, which felt soft beyond silk, brushed over him, that he started to react underneath her.

Slap.

“Huh……?”

Something wrapped around his wrists. And she squeezed it tight. A slight whiff, and Arsion realized its material was leather.

“Don't open your eyes!”

Ariel quickly said as Arsion tried to look up. So Arsion had no choice but to keep his eyes closed and guess what Ariel was up to. He grunted as it seemed his wrists were bound with leather and tied way above his head. It seemed to be connected to a decoration on the headboard.

A long time later, Ariel checked his wrists and spoke in a satisfactory manner.

“You can't move now, can you?”

No.

“……Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes.”

Arsion, who had been granted permission, turned his head and examined his wrists. As expected, a black leather strap with a shiny surface was wrapped around his wrists.

Ariel, who saw Arsion wondering why he had to be tied up like this, raised his chin with her fingers and said,

“Y-you're going to hhave a wo-wonderful experience tonight. It, it will be a night to remember for the rest of your life.”

With a quivering voice, without the slightest sense of intimidation, Ariel declared so.

* * *

'That's what happened…….'

Ariel was correct – it would be a night he would remember for the rest of his life. It was certainly hard to forget seeing her coming to him with a whip and fluttering around with candles.

Ariel turned her head and refused to answer Arsion's question of why she suddenly did this.

Arsion sighed at her refusal.

Ariel was acting strange these days. More precisely, it started about a week ago, from the day of the Royal Banquet.

It was the first official banquet for the two to attend together since their marriage. Ariel wanted to put a lot of effort into getting ready.

At the annex of the duke's residence, where the two spent their newlywed lives, owners from the most famous dressing shops in the capital brought in packages full of clothing, hats, shoes and jewelry all day. Many came in and out of the building everyday.

They spent the whole day at the annex, leaving their own shops alone, but their faces were full of excitement. It's no wonder. Because whenever the future duchess saw something she liked, Arsion would buy everything, saying it looked really good on her. Thanks to this, they were able to ring up sales normally achieved in a month, in a day.

Among the things he bought, Ariel chose and wore. Even so, Arsion seemed to be simply blind to the pretty things Ariel put on.

Looking out of the carriage, Ariel would say, “Sion, oh, look at them! How beautiful!” Arsion just smiled and looked at Ariel in admiration. It was a little pretty out there, but was it prettier than you?

Upon arriving at the palace, servants standing at the entrance handed over flower crowns to female participants. Arsion took one and carefully placed it on Ariel's head.

At Ariel's smile while wearing a flower crown made of summer flowers, Arsion's body burned full of desire to abduct Ariel and return to the annex. Of course, he wanted to hold onto Ariel without leaving their room for three days and three nights if they went back.

“Sion?”

However, Arsion had no choice but to escort Ariel with a smile as if he didn't have such thoughts.

Yes, it was definitely fine then. Until then, he was excited and happy about the banquet..

It was only after dancing three times with Ariel that Arsion felt that there was something off.

The banquet was full of people who wanted to greet and talk to the two at least once. Not only that, Arison and Ariel were the main couple who everyone wanted to socialize with as the future duke and duchess. Besides…

When Arsion glanced around, he met the eyes of people who turned their heads in surprise and haste.

Arsion knew exactly who they were. They were the ones who talked freely about Ariel and him while he was away. Saying he did not value Ariel. Those who spoke ill of her.

Ariel was hurt by what they said while he was fighting monsters on the front line. Arsion smiled and greeted them with cold eyes.

'I will remember you people to your death.'

Could Arsion's will be conveyed even if he didn't speak? The people who met his gaze suddenly felt chills going down their spine. As far as Arsion was concerned, they would never make a connection with the ducal house.

As the night wore on, Arsion danced until Ariel became tired because he didn't want to talk to annoying people and wanted to constantly admire how Ariel's beautifully dressed skirt spread out.

Perhaps Ariel had become a little strange since then. Her smiling face seemed to harden little by little as each dance went on, and sometimes she looked at him with an anxious expression.

“Riel, are you feeling any discomfort?”

“What? Oh no, it's okay.”

He asked her out of concern, and Ariel shook her hand. Looking at her movements, he didn't think she was sick.

“Tell me if you're not feeling well. We can go home right away.”

Ariel shook her head at that remark, saying it wasn't really like that. After hours at the banquet, Arsion realized that he had made a mistake on their way home. Unlike when she went to the banquet hall, Ariel was sitting quietly in the carriage seat with a pale and depressed expression.

Arsion, at the time, did not question Riel because it seemed, from her current state, that she would not answer even if he asked. Instead, if he asked a question to pass time and she would thoughtlessly give an answer without thinking about it.

Now that he thought about it a little more, that was a week ago. And this was how it happened today. Arsion said to Ariel, who was still struggling with her wrists tied.

“Ariel, let's talk for a minute.”

“You've been acting strange lately. What's the matter?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I don't think so…”

Arsion sighed upon seeing Ariel's eyes that started to blur with tears. What did she mean when she said she didn't think so? There must be something. However, it was clear that she did not intend to be compliant.

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“If this is how you want to play it…….”

Arsion got up and approached the table. He picked up another piece of ice from the ice bucket with one hand. Ariel said in response to his actions.

“I'm fine and my hands are fine. You don't need to bring more ice.”

Arsion, however, seemed to ignore Ariel's words. With the ice still in his fingers, he picked up an object on the table with his other hand.

Ariel's face stiffened, wondering what Arsion was trying to do. He approached Ariel, holding an eye mask made of black leather in his hand.

“Sion…… what, what are you going to do…?”

Arsion smiled and kissed Ariel's forehead to calm her concerned voice. It was a very light and soft kiss, as if the feathers were tickling. As Ariel relaxed and tried to look at him, Ariel's vision was soon covered in darkness. Arsion whispered in her ear as Ariel shook her head in a belated panic.

“You're going to have a great night. That will be the most memorable of your life.”

Ariel swallowed her breath at Arsion's voice. She couldn't see him, but she could tell. She was sure Arsion had an incredibly dangerous look in his eyes. What the hell was he trying to do? Ariel recalled the kinds of things she was going to do to Arsion.

'I'm in trouble…'

She had brought in a whip, but she didn't mean to brandish it to Arsion! Because it would hurt! She just brought it because she thought it was good for setting the mood. The same was true of the candles. Though the book told her to drop the candle wax, how could she do such a thing? That hurt too. She was planning to bring the burning candle, shake it a few times, and then put it back on the table! It was true!

Ariel couldn't bring herself to spit out the thoughts that circled in her head. Because to do that, she would have to tell him everything she was going to do next!

In addition, Arsion would certainly ask where she got the idea from, and try to figure out why she did it.

'I can't say it!'

Arsion's hand lowered her slip as Ariel's heart was racing. As the strap of the slip went down, the cool air of autumn night passed as her chest was exposed.

Arsion, who lowered the slip, was silent for a long time.

'He's watching.'

Obviously, Arsion was looking at her chest now. Ariel bit her lips. Still, Arsion did not move. It was the first time Arsion stood still like this. Ariel asked carefully.

“Are you angry……?”

The answer did not return. She thought it was inevitable. He couldn't have been embarrassed and happy being tied up when he just came back from work. Ariel was thinking about telling him everything.

“Aah!”

Ariel was surprised at the coldness that suddenly touched the tip of her breasts. The cold touch rubbed the nipples. It was clear that it was the piece of ice that Arsion brought a while ago.

“What are you doing? Cold!”

Ariel screamed in surprise, but Arsion did not take the ice off of Ariel's chest.

“Hmm…….”

At first, she thought Arsion was doing this to pick on her.

As a child, when it snowed in winter, the two ran out to the fields before anyone else, dressed tightly and wore gloves. At some point in the making of a snowman, he would form snowballs together without saying who should go first.

As soon as they grabbed each other while running around screaming, they giggled and tucked snowballs into each other's clothes. The cold feeling was interesting and caused the two to roll around in the snow screaming again. She thought it would be the same feeling. But…

“Hah… ah…”

Arsion's hand slowly drew a circle around a nipple. Ariel felt numb from the cold feeling in her chest. The ice that touched the skin was cooler than usual because her other senses became more intense due to blocked visibility.

She struggled to escape, but that did nothing and only rubbed her chest further against the ice. Eventually, Ariel had no choice but to stop struggling.

The melted ice touched the skin and flowed down the chest. The trajectory of the droplets passing through the stomach and going further down was obviously clear.

“Stop……”

Arsion didn't do much, but she was shaking. But he just kept moving his hand without answering. She could feel that her nipples were tight and protruding even if she couldn't see them. Her nipples seemed to be completely firm.

“Oh, ah, ha, hah!”

Her body flinched. The melted water continued to flow down the body. Now, her nipples were painfully hard. Because she became so sensitive, she felt that the ice pieces in Arsion's hands were getting smaller and smaller.

It was almost over.

The moment she felt so relieved.

“Ahhhhh!”

A small piece of ice scratched Ariel's nipple. Her toes curled up as her body trembled. It seemed as if all colors of light were twinkling in the dark vision covered with an eye mask.

“Hah….. hah…….”

What was this? She had been mixing with Arsion every day since they got married. She learned new pleasures every time. Maybe that was why. At the time, she felt a little bit more confident. She thought she now knew all the pleasures. But this was…….

She remembered what Arsion said a while ago. She would have a night that was going to be the most memorable for the rest of her life?

Then it was successful. Even though the ice melted away, her body was still shaking as if it was cold.

“Sion…….”

She didn't scream much, but her voice cracked. Now that he had bothered her this much, he would stop. Did he notice that? She could feel Arsion rising. However, Ariel shook her head as soon as she heard the ice clatter from the ice bucket again.

“No, stop it! If you do any more……!”

“What if I do any more?”

“I didn't even put it in, but you were shaking. You like it so much…… won't it be sad if I did it only to one side?”

His soft voice seemed to be explaining something natural. So Ariel almost nodded before she realized it. Fortunately, however, Ariel came to her senses and shouted.

“I'm not disappointed, but please take this off! Can't you please release me?”

Far from releasing her, however, Arsion walked back to the table. Her body stiffened when she heard the rattling sound of ice hitting the ice bucket. Arsion intended to do the same to her other breast, whether she protested or not.

Ariel bit her lips. At first, she reacted helplessly with surprise, but not this time. She wouldn't groan, she wouldn't feel it.

'Come, if you're gonna come, come!' Ariel put all her nerves on her chest with that feeling. The mattress sunk. Ariel tightened her body in anticipation of the upcoming stimulus.

At that moment.

“Huh!”

Ice touched the soft flesh behind the knee, not the chest. Ariel was surprised when the stimulus came to an unexpected place. But Arsion locked Ariel's body between his legs as if he knew it would happen.

The ice that had reached the back of the knee slowly came up. Ariel swallowed her breath as soon as she knew where it was headed.

'Don't tell me, please don't tell me….'

The ice that climbed up her legs without hesitation hovered on the inside of her thighs near the genital area. Ariel felt afraid.

“Sion, Sion…… No, no……?”

“What?”

“I, uh… Don't tell me… aah!”

The ice slightly brushed the tip of the softest flesh. Ariel shook her head in a sense of pleasure or fear.

She knew that Arsion would never do anything to harm her. Nevertheless, her body instinctively hardened. Besides…

Ariel closed her legs. She certainly felt a chill of fear. But why did it make her feel dizzy? In the meantime, Arsion was steadily moving his hands. Pieces of ice hovering around the folds melted and water flowed.

“You're very wet.”

Ariel didn't know if he meant the melted water or underneath.

Did he pick up a pretty big piece? Still, the ice roamed excitedly over Ariel's mound. Every time it touched her vulva, she jerked like a person struck by lightning.

Before Ariel knew it, she was crying. If Arsion made a little push with his hand, it would slip right inside her. The thought of that cold thing coming into her body gave her goosebumps.

“Sion, Sion, please don't. I'm scared…….”

Arsion's hands stopped when she said she was scared. But that didn't mean the ice fell.

“Don't put it in. Please…….”

Ariel sniffed and heard a low sigh. Then he asked.

“But you like it this much.”

A piece of ice slipped between the tightly closed flesh. Ariel shook her head like crazy.

“No, I don't want it!”

“Then is anything else okay?”

Ariel nodded hastily at Arsion's question. Anything but that ice would be fine.

There was a satisfying smile on Arsion's face that Ariel could not see. There was only one thing she could covet inside there.

Arsion threw in the ice that had not melted. He then grabbed his erection, which had been tight enough to stick up to his stomach for a long time, and put it against Ariel, where the ice just caressed a moment ago.

“Sigh…”

Did it feel good that something warm was touching and rubbing her folds? Ariel's expression, which had been hardened under the eye mask, relaxed, and a languid moan came out of her slightly open mouth. Looking at her red lips that opened in pleasure, Arsion pushed himself inside.

“Aah!”

Her body rushed to welcome him as his thick head penetrated. It was a movement that seemed to be at a loss because it was nice to feel body temperature, not ice.

Should he push all the way and end it like this? But if he did, he would push himself in until she lost her mind again today.

Arsion licked his lips with his tongue, looking at her hardened nipple, which had become darker in color due to his harassment. Somehow after the wedding, the voluptuous breasts were often wet and shiny.

The taut nipples shook every time Ariel breathed. He wanted to cup them in his hands and squeeze them right away. Her white, soft flesh always drove him crazy.

Arsion, who was about to reach out, shook his head and pulled his hand back. He wanted to stimulate Ariel a little more today. He was sure there was something that she was hiding from him these days. The banquet and the sudden delivery of these tools.

So he was going to move very slowly today. He really meant to.

Ariel murmured, clasping Arsion through her wide-open legs.

“……Please.”

“Yes?”

He couldn't hear what she was saying because it was such a quiet pleading voice. Then Arsion saw it. The fact that the face under the eye mask was the brightest red he had ever seen.

Ariel said again as soon as he took off her eye mask to see if she was sick.

“Please shove your cock into my pussy!”

Seriously, Arsion has never been more surprised in his life than that moment. His mouth dropped and his head went blank. What did Ariel just say? What does she want him to do?

As it was in the past, Ariel seemed daring but was also shy. She was especially weak with words. So it was hard to tell him exactly what she was feeling or wanting.

Ariel would usually shake her head, refusing to say any word referring to her genitalia, instead saying, 'That her insides would not let him go' or that 'Her heart was melting down as it was too soft.'

One time Arsion uttered the word 'fuck,' Ariel looked at him like a woman who saw the sky fall.

So Arsion didn't say those words as much as he could.

Pussy. Cock. Can someone just hit him? Did Ariel just say that now?

Actually, wasn't Ariel in his arms right now? He had heard that there were nightmares who appear in dreams and suck energy with lewd words and actions, but was that it?

Unlike his confused head, Arsion's body reacted quickly. As soon as he first heard the words from Ariel he thought would never hear for the rest of his life, his half-engorged pillar became larger. He heard Ariel moaning in surprise.

Arsion judged that he had heard wrong. But at that moment, Ariel hugged him and exclaimed.

“More, more roughly, please!”

In an instance, Arsion lost his mind.

* * *

 “Aah!  Aah!”

The hips that were lifted toward the sky, rocked violently whenever Arsion moved deeper, her vagina throbbed as his testicles collided as flesh slapped against each other. Unable to stop, Ariel kept crying out in pleasure.

Pak. Pak. Ariel felt like fainting every time Arsion's pillar pushed inside her to the roots. For three months after they got married, they already mixed their bodies countless times. But he had never been this ferocious.

Arsion literally moved like an animal born to penetrate her body. She didn't know how many times he released inside. White semen flowed along the opening, but Arsion didn't look tired at all.

“I, I was wrong. Stop! If you do more, I'll…… Ahhh!”

Arsion pulled Ariel's arms and shoved himself deeper inside.

“Oh, oh….”

The captured body trembled. After shoving himself all the way in and digging, Arsion stayed embedded as if he was trying to shape her inside. The twitching vaginal walls moved once more to expel the intruder, but that only added to the excitement.

Ariel thought, in a dazed mind.

'I think I've succeeded.….'

Arsion doesn't know. Why she prepared a whip or a candle. Why she put naughty words in her mouth.

Then Arsion raised himself, grabbing her waist with both hands. Her body was lifted into the air and then, due to her weight, was pulled down. The movement forced Ariel to swallow Arsion even deeper.

“Wake up, Riel.”

Arsion's voice was calm, even though he was rousing like an animal.

“You asked me to put it in your pussy.”

'Yes, I did, but…….'

“Sa, save me…….”

Ariel felt her vision getting blurry. Her body shook up and down. Arsion used to lift her body lightly as if holding a doll. The same is true now. Captured in the air, her body moved up and down on Arsion's genitals repeatedly.

“You know, Riel. I won't die.”

Arsion's lips bit Ariel's neck.

“I can do this till death.”

As whispered those words in a husky voice, Ariel lost her mind as she felt Arsion's cock thrust back and forth without hesitation.