Lewd Courtship - Chapter 85

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The Empire and the Kingdom also had different dining cultures. While the basic structure was similar, there were additional minor rules. Items like ‘meals must not exceed three hours’ and ‘one must not drink more than four sips of water’ might seem playful, but they were treated with considerable solemnity.

Rachel would often chatter about the things she learned that day in the bedroom. But perhaps because it was the night before the wedding, the moment Killian finished his work, he lifted her skirt hem. Without a moment to recall the dining etiquette she’d learned that day, she found herself in his embrace, panting.

“Ah! Aah…! Oh, Your Majesty…!”

“Ha… Rachel.”

Killian, buried deep inside her, stilled his hips. The imperial bedroom was stiflingly hot, and a drop of sweat rolled from his chin and landed with a soft *plop* on her chest. His rigid member softened slightly and slipped out.

“Ah… Ha, ah…”

Rachel blinked languidly. His lips touched the outer corner of her round eye, then pulled away with a soft *smack*. He then grabbed the water glass from the bedside table and gulped it down thirstily. Her green eyes traced the movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“In the Empire, you’re not supposed to drink more than four sips of water at once, Your Imperial Majesty.”

Her words held a hint of subtle sarcasm and playfulness. A faint wrinkle formed between Killian’s brows.

Suddenly, he took a large mouthful of water, cupped Rachel’s face, and pressed his lips firmly against hers, transferring the water directly into her mouth.

The lukewarm liquid flowed over her tongue.

“Mmm, ngh…”

The sound of swallowing echoed through the bedroom. Even a rough count would put it at well over four sips. Killian gave her lower lip a light bite, then raised his upper body and spoke.

“Now you’re an accomplice.”

Rachel burst into a peal of laughter. Killian, however, quietly reached toward the nightstand. He stealthily opened a drawer and pulled out a box.

“What’s that?”

Rachel, her laughter subsiding, asked, but he offered no reply, simply placing the box on the bed. His hands unwrapped it with a combination of delicacy and speed.

Rachel only lifted her head to peer inside the box. At that moment, Killian’s hand seized her wrist.

“Hey, wait a minute…”

Before her sentence even finished, both her hands were secured to the headboard. A soft cord wrapped around her wrists and formed a knot. Her knees were soon bound as well. With her legs spread apart in that position, the pose was complete.

“Wha…?”

A bewildered sound escaped Rachel. She felt the muscles on the inside of her thighs being stretched. Her exposed s*x, still slick with his seed, glistened. The moment she became aware of her own state, her face flushed bright red in an instant.

“What is this… Your Majesty?”

“Stay still. Not that you can move much anyway.”

He rummaged inside the box. What he soon pulled out was a familiar shape. It was long, thick, and had veins bulging in various places. Even without looking closely, it was clear whose member it was modeled after. Rachel’s eyes widened.

“…That… it looks just like yours?”

Killian grinned, seeming proud.

“It’s a Porhen special.”

She unconsciously stopped herself from clamping her legs shut together. Though it was a menacing object, a sense of anticipation rose within her. Seeing her reaction, the corners of Killian’s mouth curved up even more.

“Good girl.”

He rubbed the tip of the d***o with his palm, transferring his warmth to it. After a brief warm-up, he pressed it against her entrance. The thoroughly slick hole swallowed the foreign object without hesitation.

“Ah! Ahk…! Aah…! Ah!”

When the blunt tip touched her cervix, Rachel’s back arched sharply.

Killian rotated it once fully inserted, stretching her inner walls. Once the d***o was in place, he fastened a garter belt around her plump thighs. After tightening the fastener, he pressed a button. Whirrr— A low vibration began to hum.

“Ngh…! Ah, aah…! Ahk, ah!”