Chapter 10
Her body clamped down tight, a force beyond her will seizing hold of her. The tips of her toes pointed sharply, and her s*x crushed down hard on the intruder inside. Just like last night, Lena trembled sweetly in a pleasure so intense that her vision went black. And just like last night, her climax, with her whole body thrown into it, was more than enough to satisfy the man.
‘Ha, I’m losing my mind.’
The sight of the woman beneath him, lost in pleasure and not knowing what to do with herself, was lovely. Did the pale royals of Aitalos, who had fallen with their crowns still on, know? The kind of face their sixth princess made beneath the man who had trampled their homeland. The sweet spring she gave to that man.
The moment satisfaction surged to the top of his head, Godfrid spent himself as well. The tension that had tightened his b******s seized again, and he drove the thing buried inside the woman’s belly even deeper, like a ravenous beast. The moment he was certain they were locked together without a sliver of space, a thick, murky fluid burst forth. Godfrid shuddered all over as if struck by a harpoon.
“Hah…”
“Hh, nnh…”
While the long release continued, he rolled his hips in slow, dull circles, savoring the inner flesh that was still quivering faintly. It felt as though a silver serpent had bitten him and a pleasant venom was consuming his entire body. That serpent writhed its slender waist and let clear water trickle from its icy eyes.
“No, more…”
Lenasia clung to his shoulders and whimpered. The morning sun, creeping past dawn, was now slanting through the gaps in the curtains.
Instead of heeding her words, Godfrid spread her slender white legs apart. When he pulled his hips back and withdrew his endlessly long p***s, white fluid gushed and pulsed out from between the parted red petals.
The moment he saw it, desire blazed through his body again like wildfire. The man pushed her pliant legs further apart and shoved his already hardened length back in.
“Aht, ah!”
She let out a single cry and tried to pull away, but he grabbed her pelvis and thrust deep, and her startled membrane quivered before clamping flush against the thick c**k. Slick with her arousal and the products of her climax, the inside was far softer now to move within. The man drove himself in at his leisure. Each time, the woman made a pained expression and writhed with a jolt, her disheveled hair and full b*****s swaying up and down. Her inner walls happily coiled around the man’s shaft and released, over and over.
“Ah, hnng. No…”
The teasing remark rose to the tip of Godfrid’s tongue, that for someone whining no, she was biting down rather deliciously. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, a sound from outside stopped him.
Knock, knock.
A light tapping, followed by a polite clearing of the throat. The emperor muttered a small complaint, then raised his voice.
“What is it?”
“Preparations for the march are complete, Your Majesty. I humbly ask that you come out now.”
“Very well.”
With that, Godfrid pulled away from her. Lenasia finally felt a small measure of relief. After the conquering emperor dressed and left, she gazed at the firmly shut door before slipping into a deep sleep.
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Though she had been tormented all night, there was no time for proper rest. A few minutes later, Lena heard someone barking at her to get up at once, and she grabbed the rags tossed carelessly aside, pulled them on, and was herded out the door.
The emperor’s army was already in the final stages of preparing to march. Where should she go? Could she escape now? While she hesitated, someone threw her into the column of prisoners.
“Agh!”
There was no one here who treated her gently. Had she simply lived too long as a royal, even a false princess? Everything around her was rough and brutal.
Lena barely managed to keep herself from falling, and around her, prisoners in even worse shape than she was were bound to a single long rope. Filthy rags and bare feet, disheveled hair and eyes with every trace of hope extinguished. They were all displaced people of Aitalos, her homeland.
“Ah…”
Lena floundered, not knowing what to do. They said royals must protect their people. But Lenasia was no better off than any of them right now. She had no strength, and not even the dignity left to proudly call herself a royal.
Soon they turned their backs on her, as if her guilt and shame meant nothing to them. The end of the long rope was tied around Lena’s wrist as well, and the prisoners began to shuffle forward. The main force ahead, with the emperor at its head, seemed to have finally departed.
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