Chapter 84
Carrying her effortlessly, he strode toward the tent entrance. With each step, his fully hardened length plunged in and out of her, drawing slick, obscene sounds—squelch, slap—from their joined bodies.
Horrified, Roseline pounded his shoulders and frantically whispered, Why are you doing this? Stop! I’ll bite my tongue and die! I won’t let you—!
When pleading failed, she sank her teeth into the back of his neck—but he only laughed, the vibration rumbling against her lips. Undeterred, he stopped right in front of the entrance.
“Speak.”
His voice, louder now compared to their whispers, was directed at the Vice-Captain outside. It was as cool and composed as ever. All the while, he continued thrusting into her, relishing the way Roseline clung to him and the tight clutch of her inner walls. She was utterly mortified.
She wished she could faint, but the slow, deliberate drag of him inside her only made her nerves sing sharper, her mind painfully clear.
“May I come in for a moment, if it’s not too much trouble?”
For a second, Roseline thought her heart might explode from sheer panic. Her entire body tensed up—so much that when she clenched around him reflexively, Valen’s brow furrowed deeply.
“Bite down gently, Roseline. You have to let me speak.”
His whisper against her ear, paired with a light smack to her backside, was infuriating. She wanted nothing more than to kick and bite every inch of his firm body—but if Valen let out even a single moan and the Vice-Captain barged in, she’d be the one suffering for it. So she just buried her forehead into his shoulder, praying for this wretched situation to pass.
“That won’t be possible. The lady isn’t feeling well.”
“If she’s truly unwell, I can summon a healing knight—”
“Not your concern.”
“……”
“Wait for me in the command tent. I’ll be there.”
“…Understood, Your Highness.”
Thud. Thud.
As the footsteps faded, Roseline’s tension eased slightly. She let out a shaky sigh of relief before jerking her head up to glare at him. But even her resentful gaze seemed to please him—he pressed a kiss to her flushed eyelids.
“Now you can bite as hard as you want.”
“You—really, ah—why—hah—just—nngh—!”
As hard as you want.
Perhaps that vow was more for himself. With no time to move to the bed, he hoisted her onto the table and drove into her with rough, relentless thrusts.
Thud. Slap.
Each time he hooked her legs over his arms and slammed forward, the table scraped backward. Her lower belly swelled and hollowed repeatedly, the flushed junction between them frothing with sticky heat. Slap. Squelch. Schlick. The sounds of skin slapping, fluids splattering, and stifled moans tangled together, stoking the fever between them.
“Hhng—!”
“Haah.”
Screech— Just as the table slid back another inch, heat spilled inside her. Valen buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as if determined to plant his seed where it would take root.
“Hah… You take so much.”
Even though it was his second release, the sheer volume betrayed how long he’d held back. In the time it took him to finish twice, Roseline had unraveled four times over. She had plenty to say—but not even the strength to lift a finger. Limp and gasping, she barely registered the way his c**k twitched back to life inside her, already eager for more.
“Y-You… have to go.”
She stared up at him, aghast.
“Right. I should.”
“Then why…?”
“If you want me gone faster, squeeze tighter. You’re good at that.”
Valen slowly lifted his gaze from where he’d been fixated on the tight, wet heat gripping his c**k—taking in the flushed, trembling mess of Roseline beneath him. His eyes traced over the vivid marks scattered across her pale skin, lingering on her mortified expression just as he gave a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt. A mix of c*m and slick—already spilled inside her twice—gushed out around him in a lewd, dripping mess.
“Hngk—mph!”
Roseline choked back a moan, her toes curling against his hips in a futile attempt to push him away. But it was useless. He caught her ankle, dragging her back down before pinning her beneath his weight, hips snapping relentlessly. Between whispered pleas—Where do you think you’re going with me this hard? Let me finish quickly—his swollen c**k continued to ruthlessly pound into her oversensitive walls. When Roseline kept sliding across the table from the force, he flipped her onto her stomach and drove into her even deeper.
He knew her body better than she did—knew it so well that even as she whimpered It’s too much, I don’t want this, please stop, she was soon too lost in pleasure to do anything but moan. By the time a puddle of milky-white fluid pooled beneath them, his c**k pulsed, spilling thick ropes of c*m inside her with a guttural groan. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, sighing.
“Haah… I don’t want to pull out.”
“……”
“I want to carve my c**k into you and leave it there.”
Roseline closed her eyes, ignoring his horrifying words.
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billyjbradshaw
How can you leave me here?? At the same time, thank you for uploading so many chapters quickly. I’ll continuously come back every few hours and refresh the page like an addict waiting for their next fix of chapters. lol.