The Sand Bride - Chapter 47

“Even if it was my tongue, you shouldn’t bite this.”

Huh? As Karzhen grinned, Esther flushed.

Truthfully, her recent wariness around Karzhen wasn’t just about the letter—she was menstruating.

Unable to have intercourse during her period, Karzhen initially tried to force oral s*x. But when Esther gagged uncontrollably after one or two attempts, he had to choose another method.

Assuming he would seek another woman, Esther instead had to press her thighs together around his c**k or rub his fully e***t p***s with her hands and chest.

At first, the sensation against her chest made Esther blush crimson in embarrassment. Karzhen’s d**k, leaking precum at the tip, rubbed against her b*****s.

She had never looked at a p***s for so long before. Each time the hot, smooth, wet glans poked between her cleavage, Esther reddened as if about to cry.

“Don’t turn your face away.”

Karzhen’s voice was ragged. But Esther kept her face turned aside, trying not to see either his p***s rubbing against her b*****s or his expression.

Karzhen grabbed Esther’s hand and forced it around his c**k. When she opened her mouth to protest, his low voice made her close it again.

“Just stroke it. I’m not putting it in. At least try holding it.”

“……”

“You don’t even want to do this?”

Karzhen’s amber eyes gleamed. Though filled with terrifying desire, Esther thought of her father and shook her head with tightly pressed lips.

Holding his d**k made its texture vividly clear. She could see every vein along the shaft and the slick, soft glans. When she slightly tightened her grip, it grew hotter and larger. Her palm quickly grew damp.

As his excitement built, Karzhen ordered Esther to move her hand up and down. But strangely, it didn’t feel as domineering as usual. Perhaps because even slight pressure from Esther’s hand made Karzhen groan through clenched teeth—it was like finding weakness in someone who seemed invulnerable.

This gave her slight psychological comfort. So Esther, as if entranced, immediately obeyed Karzhen’s command to move her hand up and down.

Karzhen let out a pained moan. Faster, faster. At his urgent words, Esther increased her speed. The wet p***s kept slipping from her hand, being too large to fully grasp.

Frustrated, Karzhen thrust his hips and placed his hand over Esther’s, adding force to her movements. With his hand above and his c**k tightly pressed below, Esther flushed and unknowingly panted at the sensation. The sandwiched hand felt scorching.

But Karzhen still seemed unsatisfied, impatience showing on his knitted brow. In a low voice, he told Esther:

“This isn’t working. Open your mouth and lick it.”

“B-but…….”

This time, Esther couldn’t bring herself to obey. The organ before her looked too intimidating—the bulging veins and enormous glans dripping mysterious fluid were enough to frighten her.

“Then at least stick out your tongue a little.”

Even in the lewd atmosphere, Esther was momentarily surprised. Karzhen’s words didn’t feel as commanding as usual. Was that why? After brief hesitation, she tightly shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

The moment her crimson tongue emerged, Karzhen rapidly moved their joined hands, rubbing the glans against it. As her soft palm gripped the shaft and supple tongue rubbed the head, Karzhen gritted his teeth.

The sound of the man’s ragged breathing above her was deafening. The strange, bitter taste made Esther want to bite her tongue and withdraw it, but the aggressively rubbing glans seemed ready to push into her mouth if she did.

As the panting grew frantic, Karzhen finally came. Warm s***n splattered across Esther’s nape, chest, and even her chin.

Esther shuddered at the feeling of c*m beading on her n****e before slowly trailing down. When she tried opening her eyes, she blushed at the s***n sticking to her lashes.

Though not fully satisfied, Karzhen seemed content enough seeing Esther red-faced with shame rather than humiliation. He adjusted his pants.

The lewd scent of s***n enveloped Esther. “Driving me crazy,” Karzhen muttered heatedly upon seeing her state. Smacking his lips, he bared his teeth in a grin. Wiping the s***n from her lashes with his finger, he said:

“Just wait until it’s over. I’ll f**k you until the Rotti powder runs out.”

Esther felt blood rush not just to her face but her entire chest at his words. Rotti powder was his contraceptive.

Remembering that day, Esther suddenly jerked her face from Karzhen’s grip. He readily released her.

Flustered, Esther picked up the fallen quill and sat back down. Bending over the paper as if to bury her face in it, she tried returning to proper, wholesome thoughts—that is, the contents of her father’s letter.

Karzhen laughed in amusement but didn’t interfere further. He only spoke one sentence before turning away:

“I’ll be back soon. Finish by then.”

Though Esther only vaguely nodded without lifting her lowered gaze, Karzhen didn’t feel ignored—he’d seen her ears turn red through her hair. With light steps, he left the room.

His footsteps down the corridor were unimpeded. Karzhen always walked briskly without pretension. Though delayed by Esther, he could now leave his palace unimpeded and arrive at the conference room right on time.