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If you told Kim Rok Soo that he will one day transmigrate into a fantasy novel he was reading as an easily forgettable character, he would’ve laughed in your face. But it’s his reality now, as much as he is Kim Rok Soo, he is also Cale Henituse. Even he is surprised by how quickly he adapted to the situation. Though, isekai is often a genre he indulged in. And he’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about how nice it might be if he could escape reality and transmigrate into a world and perhaps, if he’s lucky, get himself a hot elven wife.
“Cale-” A whine breaks Cale from his thoughts.
And squirming naked beneath Cale is his very own elf.
Alberu is a quarter dark elf, but still an elf. He possesses beauty beyond Cale’s imagination and those long luscious eyelashes catch the stray tears and sends Cale’s heart pounding loudly.
To Cale, no one can even hold a candle to Alberu Crossman.
Cale peels his eyes away from Alberu’s face to look at Alberu’s hands, his right hand gripping his pillow tightly and his left hand is spread across his taut stomach. A glitter of gold - one of Cale’s favourite colours - catches Cale’s eyes and he smiles pleasingly at it. Cale looks at his own matching gold ring on his left ring finger, and his heart soars at the confirmation.
They’re married to each other. If this was a game, this would be the ultimate ending for the main character.
Except Cale Henituse isn’t a main character in a game. And now that he’s got his hands on the dear symbol of the Sun God, Cale doesn’t want it to ever end. He wants to live a slacker life with his quarter elf beauty.
“Alberu.” Cale breathes out the other’s name quietly, blowing on the other’s ear as he leans in. He enjoys watching Alberu come undone, he enjoys watching Alberu shudder. He wouldn’t deny that he has a sadistic streak.
He’s definitely nothing like Ron. But it is fun for Cale to see Alberu embarrassed, to see Alberu splutter, to see Alberu, one of the most powerful and influential in the Kingdom submit to Cale and no one else.
“Ca-Cale-” Alberu whines cutely, his toes curl and his heels dig into the mattress. His eyes open and they glare at Cale.
Cale wants to coo at how cute his partner is. He knows why Alberu is glaring - but Cale will do things at his own pace. Cale’s fingers dig into Alberu’s thighs, leaving beautiful crescent marks as he spreads Alberu’s legs more. Smirking, Cale huffs and thrusts roughly into Alberu. He watches as his crimson hair jostles with his movements, brushing against Alberu’s red cheeks.
Alberu chokes at the movement. His whole body tenses.
Cale takes Alberu’s hand from the pillow and guides Alberu’s right arm to wrap around Cale’s neck. Cale licks his lips as he grabs Alberu’s left hand and lifts it to his lips so he can kiss each of Alberu’s fingers. The whole time, Cale looks into Alberu’s eyes and watches as the other blushes brighter. “Alberu.” Cale’s voice is deep and sultry.
“Ca-Cale?” Alberu asks with his brows furrowed. His hole instinctively flutters around Cale’s cock.
With light fingers, Cale’s fingers dance down Alberu’s skin until they glide over his smooth stomach.
Alberu squirms under the attention, it tingles. And even more so when Cale’s long fingers trace over the tattoo over Alberu’s stomach. Alberu sucks in a breath - the motion pulls at his stomach and Alberu shudders when he swears he can see a bump in his stomach already. He knows that it’s Cale, but he can’t help but feel extra giddy and warm.
“Not so taut when you suck in a breath,” Cale comments as he spreads his fingers and palm across Alberu’s stomach.
“Whose fault is it, you insolent brat?” Alberu manages to chide.
Cale shrugs, though the wide smile across his face tells the whole story. Cale occasionally forgets he’s transmigrated into a fantasy world. A world where a tattoo made up of intricate markings and ancient language can give a man a channel connected to a fertile womb so that he can bear children.
PIcking up the pace, Cale’s fingers tap along Alberu’s stomach as he goes from admiring Alberu’s debauched expression to watching the stretch of Alberu’s stomach. He can’t wait to see it stretched from days of his cum deposited in Alberu.
Soon, there will be a child growing inside of Alberu. Their child.
“The whole kingdom is waiting for me to get you pregnant, Alberu,” Cale whispers into Alberu’s ear, he nibbles on the other’s ear lobe and his tongue licks along the curvature and nook of Alberu’s ear.
Alberu shudders as he cums, he lets out a long moan and his walls grip tightly around Alberu’s cock, urging the red-head to hurry up .
Cale chuckles as his hands caress Alberu’s waist. Soon, Alberu’s waist and hips will widen as he carries their child. Alberu had argued with Cale for so many moons about having a child. Alberu didn’t want to bring another child into the world who has no choice but to hide their creature inheritance to survive well. Alberu had reminded Cale that having a child together means goodbye to Cale’s slacker life. Cale had been left speechless for a little before he found his marbles and swallowed thickly. They’re not mutually exclusive.
Plus, he has Raon, On and Hong and still plans to have a slacker life with them. Cale wants a lazy life with Alberu and their child.
“I can have my slacker life and children with you, Alberu.” Cale reminds Alberu as he continues to thrust deeply into Alberu’s warm and inviting hole. Its tight, Alberu’s walls convulses, stimulating Cale more. “They’re not mutually exclusive. Just like us.”
Alberu cries. And even his crying face is beautiful.
“Our child will love the Kingdom of Roan just as much as you and I.” Cale is confident. He reaches up to caress Alberu’s tear struck face with his hands. He caresses the other’s supple skin and looks lovingly and with devotion at the other. “So tell me, Alberu, tell me that you want to have my child.”
Alberu whimpers, he wraps his lean legs around Cale’s back, he nods fervently, “I want to Cale, please Cale, give me - give the Kingdom of Roan our child.”
Groaning, Cale presses himself deep into Alberu as he connects their lips together for a tender kiss. He releases his seed into Alberu’s warm depths, elation hitting him like a thunderstorm.
Alberu’s muscles twitch excitedly as he can feel Cale’s seed flood his insides, marking him and interacting with his womb tattoo. He feels so warm and comfortable. A welcome tingle runs through all his nerves. He can’t remember the last time he let his guard down this much, and every time his walls are partially down, it’s always with Cale. Cale Henituse, the man Alberu can now call his husband, his own.
Cale licks Alberu’s cheek clean of tears, enjoying the saltiness of it, he presses his lips on Alberu’s long and damp eyelashes. Cale looks down to see the womb tattoo on Alberu’s stomach glow a mesmerising blue. He groans when he notices the much more obviously visible bulge. The public doesn't expect to see Alberu anytime soon. Cale wonders how much more he can stuff Alberu with before he
can’t
. Cale licks his lips and feels himself harden inside of Alberu again.
“Cale?” Alberu’s eyes flutter open as he looks into Cale’s eyes with watery eyes. “Are we going again?” He sounds breathless and there’s a bit of disbelief in his eyes, to think that Cale Henituse of all people, would want to have more sex instead of lazing around doing nothing. “Aren’t you tired, dongsaeng?”
“Cale.” Cale immediately corrects Alberu as he grabs Alberu’s buttocks and squeezes tightly. Cale then huffs and flips them over so that Alberu sits prettily on his cock. If Alberu is happy to ride him, then he won’t be as tired.
“Cale…” Alberu looks wearily at Cale, his voice hitches as Cale starts rotating his hips and thrusting shallowly in him. Instinctively, Alberus presses his knees onto the mattress and he lifts himself up from Cale’s cock slightly before pushing himself back down, impaling himself on Cale’s cock. He hears the squelches of their mixed juices and it turns his ears red.
Cale’s hands slither up to massage Alberu’s nipples, he nods, “It’s only our wedding night.” Their matching wedding bands glimmer prettily. Cale pulls up and holds Alberu in his arms so that he can press his lips lightly against Alberu’s mouth, his hands then travel down to rest lightly above Alberu’s womb tattoo again, caressing nimbly. Cale’s voice is silky and his lips turn up into a sly smirk when he speaks, “We still have a whole week left to make sure you become pregnant.”