In the Doghouse - Chapter 99
She first indulged in the soft inner lining of his mouth. No matter how strong the man was on the outside, the inside of his mouth wasn’t the same. Every time her tongue teased him gently, Richard’s body shuddered, and he let out sighs of pleasure. His breath was as hot as the part of him she carried deep inside her.
With their lips still locked, her hand slid down to his chest. It wasn’t something she did consciously—she simply followed her impulses, and everything felt so natural, even to her.
Courtney’s fingers roamed across his firm chest muscles until her nails found his small nxxple, scratching it just as he had done to her. As she twisted and teased it in the same way, Richard’s large frame trembled like a leaf. She spoke teasingly, their lips still barely touching.
“Open your mouth wider. Stick out your tongue.”
With his eyes bloodshot and his face flushed, Richard obediently followed her command, opening his mouth foolishly and sticking out his tongue. Courtney tangled her tongue with his, rubbing against it, before pulling it into her own mouth and biting down lightly.
Each time her sharp teeth grazed his soft tongue, his hips jerked in response, and the tip of his swollen member twitched inside her, poking deeper. A breathy moan escaped from Courtney’s nose.
The kiss she led now was fundamentally different from the romantic ones they had shared before. She had felt excited and happy kissing him during the wedding parade, surrounded by countless people, but that was it.
What she felt now was something entirely darker, like marking her territory—something beyond mere possessiveness.
As she became more absorbed in the kiss, the fire in her belly, which had been fading, flared up once more. The mixture of sxmxn and her own fluids leaked out, drenching the space between them. Only after torturing him to her satisfaction did Courtney finally release his tongue. As their lips parted, Richard let out a sigh of regret.
“Haaah—”
His lips were flushed red, as though they had been painted, and his mouth was slick with saliva, some of it hers, some of it his own. His bloodshot eyes looked dazed, like someone who had drunk far too much.
In short, he was a complete mess.
The fact that his handsome face was so utterly ruined pleased her deeply. The lust creeping up within her pushed what little remained of her rational mind to the back corner. In a sticky voice, she whispered,
“This time, you’ll do it right, won’t you? If you cxm again without permission, I’ll throw you out immediately.”
“Yes, please…”
His submissive response, spoken in a voice thick with desire, was flawless. As a reward, Courtney ground her hips down onto him again, and they both groaned simultaneously, their pleasure intertwining.
Even though the Harvest Festival had just begun, neither of them cared about tomorrow’s schedule. They were consumed by each other, trading control and taking turns again and again, until their bodies were completely spent.
Even after the high moon disappeared, the sounds of their lovemaking continued to echo from the bedroom. When dawn finally broke, the Crown Princess and her husband collapsed into sleep, side by side, only to sleep well past noon.
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The next day, the Harvest Festival continued without any issues. Reports from the various territories mentioned nothing out of the ordinary, and within the capital, there were only minor incidents like drunken brawls among the citizens.
Courtney attributed the smooth proceedings to sheer luck, but the Emperor summoned the Crown Prince and Crown Princess to lunch, where he gave her high praise for her contributions. Even Duchess Herbert, who had been reserved in her attitude, joined in. Although Courtney felt a little embarrassed, she couldn’t deny that the praise was pleasant to hear.
And, of course, Richard didn’t miss the opportunity to lavish even more exaggerated praise on her, insisting that she deserved a reward right away. He even went as far as causing a bit of a fuss, saying the Emperor should grant her something on the spot.
The next day, it finally came.
“No, no… this is too much.”
Courtney was left speechless when she saw the ‘reward’ from the Emperor. Richard had managed to secure a large sum of money for her.
She was already embarrassed to be praised for doing what she considered her duty, and now to receive such an extravagant reward felt excessive—especially considering the festival wasn’t even over yet.
She glanced between the smug expression on Richard’s face and the pile of gold coins before hesitantly speaking up.
“Would it be disrespectful if I told His Majesty I wished to decline…?”
“Just accept it. He’s giving it because you deserve it.”
“Even so…”
Courtney looked as if she was ready to run to the Emperor’s palace to refuse, but Richard spent a long time convincing her otherwise. He argued that she had worked hard and was more than worthy of the reward.
In fact, the Emperor had initially intended to give her a villa or some valuable treasures. However, Richard had deliberately requested money instead. After all, items like estates or treasures were merely formal titles of ownership, and they couldn’t be easily sold or used.
In Richard’s mind, it was crucial for Courtney to have personal wealth. Since she couldn’t rely on her family for financial support, she needed a way to accumulate her own assets. Even though all imperial wealth was technically his, and thus hers by extension, he knew she would never claim anything for herself. If he simply handed it to her, she wouldn’t accept it. So he had seized this opportunity to ensure she had something of her own.
