Chapter 12
II.
“Ah… nngh… Lae? Can I call you Lae?”
“Yes.”
With that single-word reply, Laegar slowly moved his towering body, draped over the woman’s back.
Because he pressed on without pause, Lucy had lately lost track of time entirely.
Thick velvet curtains covered the window where even the pale winter light once seeped through, so she couldn’t tell if it was day or night.
When the time came, Laegar would wash her, feed her, and devour her.
In between, the maids must have come and gone—only the firewood and bedding would be freshly changed.
By her own sense, it seemed more than two weeks had passed since she’d first begun this ‘bedchamber service,’ but Laegar showed no signs of tiring or growing bored.
Even now, the head of his shaft, protruding between her b******s, was prodding at Lucy’s slick entrance.
As the tip buried deeper, a feeling like a fireball pressing into her abdomen made her whimper. Just how had she endured this so-called ‘bedchamber service’ before?
Even as her body rocked, jostled by the throbbing pillar, she rolled the affectionate nickname Laegar had just permitted her to use inside her mouth.
“…Lae, hff, Lae….”
As if he had heard it, Laegar fiercely bit her ear and growled savagely.
“Is it really all right, nngh, for me to use the Great Emperor’s pet name?”
Instead of answering, Laegar drove his hips deep, then began pressing and grinding his solid pubic bone in circles. At the indescribable sting, Lucy clutched the bedding and sobbed.
Squelch, squelch.
Only the lewd, wet sounds came back in reply, but Lucy didn’t give up and asked to confirm once more.
Her ‘obliviousness’ had only grown more pronounced since her discernment had vanished.
“But aren’t pet names something only lovers call each other?”
At her bold question, the body that had been relentlessly thrusting paused for an instant.
As if lost in thought, Laegar breathed out hot air and stopped briefly. He soon reached a conclusion and resumed his movements.
“We are lovers.”
“What? Ah— hff!”
The hand that had been kneading her b****t slid down and crushed her slick c**t, making stars burst before Lucy’s eyes. Even while gasping, she displayed her new nature without reservation—unable to hold back a question for even a second.
“But didn’t you say before that I was Your Majesty’s handmaiden for bedchamber?”
“…And also my lover.”
The thick red tongue lapping at the skin of Lucy’s nape casually wove the lie.
When she turned to see if it was true, he seized her chin and thrust into her mouth.
“Mmff… nngh….”
Though breathless, Lucy secretly felt pleased and clumsily returned the kiss.
Her memories still hadn’t come back, but she’d been growing fond of him lately anyway, having spent every moment stuck to him.
His clinging was beyond imagination, but above all—he was devastatingly handsome!
When she gazed into Laegar’s somber gray eyes, a birch forest on a blizzard-swept night came to mind. And his perfectly drawn red lips were like wild roses blooming in the snow-covered woods.
The more she attended him, the more his face felt new to her and made her heart flutter.
Sometimes she would even hold his cheeks and stare at his sculpted features for a long while.
Maybe that was why this strenuous act, overwhelmingly burdensome at first, now paradoxically stirred a strange thirst inside her body.
An indescribable pleasure deepened day by day, leaving a trace that was never satisfied no matter how much it was filled. The union with him simply felt too good.
To attain this wondrous pleasure, she had already begun clinging to him as if pestering him.
The sense of duty—that she must serve him well—had long since faded beyond her awareness.
‘I was His Majesty’s lover!’
To express her honest joy, she turned her body around completely to face him, then stroked Laegar’s face with both hands.
“I thought so somehow. I can’t remember, but I felt like we were that kind of pair! But did I like Your Majesty a lot?”
Lucy took the opportunity to ask boldly.
But Laegar, having withdrawn his monstrous c**k in the process of shifting positions, was simply looking down at it with narrowed brows, displeased.
Before he could answer, Lucy bit his lower lip and pulled it with her teeth.
At that, his hot tongue immediately drove inside her mouth, and below, she was filled with a wet thrust.
“Uk.”
This time, having been impaled at a different angle, she struggled again with the overwhelming sense of intrusion.
At the same time, a strange, throbbing pleasure began licking softly at Lucy’s lower belly.
If they had coupled for so many hours all this time, her body ought to have stretched by now—but it was strange how it still felt so foreign.
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