Chapter 29
“N-No…! We can’t—!“
“Can’t what?”
“I’m—Hng! P-Pull out… Ah!“
Visions of the hunting party flashed through her mind—nobles, guards, even her father or brothers stumbling upon them like this. The horror of being caught mid-coupling sent panic shooting through her.
“Hhghk—! Please, pull out…!”
“You should’ve negotiated terms earlier.”
“No—! Aahn!“
Rachel desperately clawed at Killian’s hand where it gripped her hip, but his fingers were iron. Her thighs trembled violently as she tried to push herself free—if she couldn’t break his hold, she’d run, consequences be damned.
Then his c**k dragged ruthlessly against her inner walls, and her legs betrayed her entirely.
Rachel swung her arm back again, lashing out toward Killian, but he dodged effortlessly.
Instead, he seized both her wrists, wrenching them behind her back and forcing her torso upright. In one fluid motion, he pivoted them both, steering her stumbling body step by step until they faced a dense thicket of bushes.
“Ah—ahh! Please…!”
Breaking free by sheer strength was impossible. Rachel could only watch helplessly as the foliage trembled with each of Killian’s thrusts.
Though she heard no footsteps, his relentless grip ensured her face remained angled toward the thicket. People must be approaching through those bushes.
With every deep plunge of his c**k, she choked back gasps. The forest had gone eerily quiet, amplifying the lewd sounds of skin slapping and wet, sucking flesh. Even now, her traitorous body kept producing slick arousal.
“Hngh—ah! Nn…!”
Just imagining how she looked—exposed, debauched—sent unfamiliar emotions surging through her. No matter how open-minded she was, this was too much. What would they call her after this? The exhibitionist princess who f****d a foreign emperor in the woods, in full view of others?
…I could live with that.
A hundred insults wouldn’t matter. But if her father or brother discovered her like this? Shame would suffocate her. Not because of the rumors but because she’d never be able to face them again.
“But… why? Why am I—?”
Rachel’s mind spun in confusion. This shouldn’t be happening—none of it should. Yet her body betrayed her utterly, arousal dripping relentlessly, soaking them both. Her very flesh seemed to defy her, clenching hungrily around Killian’s c**k as if begging for his release.
She couldn’t comprehend how far she’d fallen. Had I always been this depraved?
“Ah! Ah—ahh!”
A broken moan tore from her throat when she felt him swell inside her—thick, pulsing, on the edge.
“Nn—ah, ah… no, I can’t—!”
The head of his c**k locked against her cervix just as he came, flooding her deepest parts. White exploded behind her eyelids—her vision, her thoughts, everything dissolved into static. She shuddered violently, barely aware of the world beyond the haze.
When her sight finally cleared, the rustling bushes ahead caught her attention. Green leaves trembled—then something burst through.
Ah… a person?
For a split second, she thought it was a tall figure. But no—just a stag, antlers proud, watching them. Relief flickered through her—right as a gush of transparent fluid spilled from her own body. The intensity of the pleasure was electric, crawling up her spine like a live wire.
“Ah—ahk…!”
Her neck went taut, head lolling back against Killian’s chest without thought. The base of her skull met the solid warmth of him just as—
Tears welled in Rachel’s eyes not from sadness, but something else entirely. She blinked, sending crystalline droplets rolling down her cheeks.
“Haah… Ah…”
Only stunned disbelief remained. When she stopped moving, Killian quietly released his grip.
Her knees buckled immediately, but before she could collapse into the dirt, Killian caught her again, arms wrapping around her shoulders to keep her upright.
“You’ll get covered in mud if you sit like this.”
“……Ah.”
“And if you truly don’t want to get caught, you should get dressed. Quickly.”
“……”
Still dazed, Rachel said nothing. But since she really didn’t want to be discovered, she obeyed. She tossed aside her soaked underwear, then searched for her discarded pants.
There they are.
They lay just a few steps away neatly placed, as if Killian had taken care to keep them clean when he’d stripped them off.
She took one step toward them.
But Killian was faster.
Before her foot even touched the ground, he was already shrugging off his hunting jacket.
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