Just then, a young woman arrived at their table.
Simply dressed, with her hair in a ponytail, she carefully placed the two plates she was carrying onto the table.
Blushing and averting her gaze from the intimate, nearly merged couple, she turned and left directly.
Celia, who had been nearly in heat for the man, was startled by the sudden interruption.
She flinched and pushed him away in a fluster, but her panic was short-lived.
Soon, she softened and buried herself back in his embrace.
"Since you're so interested in adventuring, I'll take you to try it this afternoon after lunch. If you get scared and cry then, I won't take responsibility."
"I... I won't cry..."
Celia glanced back at the table.
The plates held simple fare—one with meat, one with vegetables, along with two bowls of rice.
The rich aroma of the 'braised chicken leg' wafted to her nose, but she had little appetite.
Both the appearance and the smell were far inferior to the food her husband brought back from the demon lands.
She'd probably been spoiled by her husband's pampering of her palate.
Her lack of appetite had another reason, too—she still wanted to kiss Liam.
No, more accurately, she wanted him to kiss her.
After all, she had rarely taken the initiative before.
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The feeling was truly unbearable, but [content removed for privacy] stopping midway was unthinkable.
Just then, Liam shifted her in his arms, turning her to face the table sideways.
"Shall I feed you, or will you eat yourself?"
His voice, carrying a slight vibration, reached her pointed elf ears.
"I... I want you to feed me."
She answered in a small voice, rubbing her face, which looked rather 'thoroughly used,' vigorously against his chest.
Her small hand secretly stroked the badge on her chest, trying to distract herself.
Liam chuckled lightly, tilted the girl's chin, and pressed his thumb against the corner of her soft lips.
"Quite straightforward, aren't you?"
"Because... even if I didn't want you to feed me, you'd force-feed me anyway."
"Oh?"
Liam raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, finding this interesting.
"Finally learned to talk back, have you?"
"No, I just..."
She buried her face deeper, her voice growing fainter, not daring to continue.
"I'm not blaming you. Don't be so timid."
"You rely on me, yet you're so afraid of me. Don't you find that strange?"
Liam lowered his gaze, seeming somewhat displeased.
He pinched her soft chin, lifting her blushing face, and gave her warm lips a brief taste.
His voice was low.
"Or do you still think I'd hit you?"
"Or that I'd get angry and abandon a lone elf like you here?"
Celia pressed her lips together.
The fleeting warmth from a moment ago made her heart tremble slightly.
"No..."
He sighed.
"Fine, let me tell you again."
"I've said I'm very fond of you."
"In the life to come, you will be the mother of my twelve children. I will always pamper you like a princess, and I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance or harm."
The man's sharply defined face, radiating warmth, lowered close to her ear.
His large hand slipped under her clothes, rubbing her soft lower abdomen in circles, comforting her in a low voice.
"Right here... you'll help me bear ten more children. When the time comes, Celia, as their mother, will only need to follow along and care for them."
—Do I really have to bear... ten more?
"Your elf kind is out of place in this world, often ostracized by other races, treated like livestock."
"But I don't see it that way. I believe elves are the purest race. Compared to the twisted natures of demons and humans, this quiet purity of yours pleases me greatly."
"Once I take you away from your clan, no matter what, I will pamper you, indulge you, let you live happily every day."
With every word he spoke, a warm breath brushed against her ear.
His naturally low, husky voice held a power that was deeply reassuring, quickly making her body grow much softer.
Celia stared blankly at the two plates of food on the table, only because Liam's words just now seemed to mean—when the time came for her to leave the clan, he would take her with him.
Take his wife with him.
Hearing this, inexplicable joy surged in Celia's heart.
Even now, her fingertips were trembling slightly with sheer happiness.
—After all, little Celia had long been unable to do without her husband...
But the thought of possibly never seeing her parents again inevitably brought a wave of sadness.
Yet Celia understood in her heart that since she had married Liam, she was already his woman, just like ordinary girls getting married in her previous life.
Whimper...
Thinking about it carefully, it really was like a dream.
Ten years ago, she was a passionate youth wanting to conquer the world.
Now, she had become a wife who only knew how to nestle in her husband's arms, whimper, and be comforted.
And it had only taken a month...
The man's rough, large hand kept rubbing her lower abdomen.
It felt so comfortable, so warm.
On the nights after giving birth, the man would always thoughtfully rub her belly.
She didn't know if it was psychological or what, but the faintly aching lower abdomen really did feel much better.
Celia didn't understand why she liked Liam so much, why she loved every bit of his warmth, why she wanted him to love her like this forever.
She was afraid of accidentally doing something wrong, making her beloved husband Liam angry, impatient, or even violent.
And because her initial pure fear had now turned into a craving for his gentleness, she was even more terrified that this hard-won warmth might shatter.
The stark contrast would be too much for her to bear.
That's why... she instinctively acted so carefully.
"Lord Liam..."
"So timid. But never mind, this fearful look of yours just makes it easier for me to tease you."
Liam first lifted her slender, dangling legs, folding them against her own body, then wrapped his strong, broad arms tightly around the warm little wife in his embrace, much like a gray wolf gently enveloping a small rabbit.
Her petite size made his embrace seem all the more vast and secure.
Celia almost held her breath.
Her slightly calmed cheeks flushed red again.
The weight of him was immense, wrapping around her so completely she couldn't move an inch.
Her fair, delicate skin was covered with the man's body heat and the hard, pressing muscle that almost hurt.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but so safe... comparable to that feeling of being suddenly embraced before she could react when he was about to devour her...
The man buried his face in the girl's fragrant hair and took a deep breath.
Sigh—
Pervert!!!
"I'm trying to tell you that I am sincerely treating you, Celia... not viewing you as a breeding tool or an outlet."
"Don't be afraid of me in that regard."
"Haven't I said this many times already?"
"I understand, Lord Liam..."
Even if it was a bit off-topic, Celia loved hearing him say it.
"I can't hold back anymore. Eat up quickly, so we can find an inn sooner, then I'll take you adventuring."