After kicking out all the nobles and outsiders from the elf island, Aqua decided to meet his fiancée and begin his impregnation plan.
"I guess we'll be meeting sooner than expected, my dear fiancée," Aqua said with a wicked grin as he stepped close to Stephanie. "Feeling surprised? Don't be. I decided to speed things up."
He slid one hand around her waist possessively, pulling her against him.
Her body stiffened instantly, but she'd already grown used to his arrogant, jerk-like behavior.
She glared up at him, voice sharp with anger.
"What do you want, Lord Redgrave? You already have my father's approval. I'm nothing but a prize in your mercy. You've won. What's the point of all this?"
Aqua didn't answer with words.
Instead he guided her toward the long dining table, positioning himself directly behind her.
His body pressed flush against her back, the thick, insistent ridge of his erection grinding against the curve of her ass through their clothes.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he whispered hotly,
"I really like attractive women, Stephanie. And you, without question, are one of them. But do not mistake this for romance. Our marriage is not about love. It never was. It's business."
Without warning his hands moved to the front of her dress and ripped it open in one violent motion.
The expensive fabric tore easily, her large breasts spilling free—full, pale, nipples already stiffening in the cool air.
Aqua's hands immediately claimed them, groping roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs rolling over her sensitive peaks.
She gasped, a strangled sound caught between outrage and an involuntary shiver of pleasure.
Stephanie bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that escaped anyway, her glare never leaving his face even as her body betrayed her.
"You treat women like objects for your lust," she hissed between clenched teeth.
"We use each other, darling." Aqua replied with a casual shrug, voice low and unbothered. "That's the arrangement. Out there—in the world—you may do as you please. Attend your Academy. Play the queen bee among your little schoolyard subjects. Indulge in whatever petty cruelties amuse you. I don't care. But here?"
His voice dropped, darker, more intimate. "Here, you will fulfill your duties as my wife. This is the price of your freedom elsewhere."
His fingers found the clasp of his trousers and yanked them open.
His cock sprang free—thick, long, already leaking at the tip.
At the same time his other hand tore away the lower half of her dress, ripping the skirt clean off and leaving her in nothing but torn stockings and white lace panties.
He shoved the panties aside, exposing her completely—smooth, untouched pussy already glistening despite her protests.
"Hey—Lord Redgrave, I'm not—"
He took her mouth first—a searing, possessive kiss that stole words and breath alike.
His tongue invaded, claiming, while below, he lined himself up and thrust forward in one smooth, brutal motion.
The head of his cock forced her virgin entrance open, stretching her tight walls inch by merciless inch.
Stephanie gasped into his mouth as he tore through her hymen; a sharp sting followed by warm blood trickling down the inside of her thigh.
He didn't pause—didn't give her time to adjust.
He simply began to move.
At first his thrusts were slow, deliberate, savoring the way her pussy clenched around him like a vice.
But the moment her body started to yield—muscles fluttering, wetness coating his shaft—he picked up speed.
His hips snapped forward harder, faster, pounding her against the edge of the table.
The heavy wood creaked under the force of each thrust; her breasts bounced wildly with every impact.
Stephanie's hands scrabbled at the tabletop, nails digging into the polished surface.
Moans tore from her throat despite herself—high, broken, needy.
Aqua fucked her relentlessly from behind, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks, the other sliding up to palm her breast again, pinching her nipple until she cried out.
She hated the way her body responded, the way heat pooled low in her belly, the way her inner walls clenched around him with each driving thrust.
But hate and desire were not strangers to each other, and in that moment, they twisted together into something dark and intoxicating.
He felt her start to tighten around him, inner walls spasming as her first unwilling orgasm built.
When it hit, she shattered—back arching, a raw scream ripping from her lungs as her pussy clamped down on his cock like it was trying to milk him dry.
That was all it took.
With a low groan Aqua buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her.
Thick, hot spurts flooded her newly deflowered cunt, painting her insides white, claiming every inch as his.
He kept thrusting through his release, pushing his cum deeper, marking her womb until it leaked out around his shaft and dripped down her thighs to mix with the blood already there.
When he finally pulled out, a thick strand of cum and her juices connected the head of his cock to her swollen, gaping entrance for a moment before snapping.
Stephanie slumped forward against the table, legs trembling, breath ragged.
Aqua leaned over her, lips brushing the shell of her ear one last time.
"You're mine now, Stephanie. Every part of you."
He gave her ass a possessive smack, watching the flesh jiggle, then stepped back to admire the sight—his fiancée bent over the table, dress in tatters, pussy leaking his seed, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
Behind her, Aqua adjusted his clothing with unhurried composure, as if he'd done nothing more than sign a contract.
And in a way, he had.
She was his now.
Every part of her—marked, claimed, and owned.
Note: Yeah, lately I haven't been in the mood to write smut. To be exact, I wasn't in the mood to write an evil MC—my emotions were kind of messy. But now I'm in the mood to write an evil MC again. You're welcome.
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