The Slave Princess Every Night - Chapter 12

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Godfrid’s gaze lingered below the rolled-up hem of her skirt. His brow twitched when he saw the red, inflamed lash mark.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”

The sound of hooves came from up ahead, and then a group of four men came riding in haste. They were Godfrid’s close aides, having rushed after him when he had suddenly vanished, claiming he would inspect the column.

“These men are…”

Their eyes fell upon the prisoner and the soldier sprawled on the ground. Anyone could see that the overseer had been caught trying to assault a prisoner.

“Drag him away and behead him.”

“…Hhk!”

For a moment, Lena thought she had drawn the emperor’s wrath and her mind went white. But it was not her being dragged off. It was the Taringian soldier.

“Spare me! Please spare me, Your Majesty!”

The aides raised no objection. The military code Godfrid had established for Taringia expressly forbade the violation of prisoners of war. For breaking that code, and especially for making such an unsightly display before the commander, death was fitting.

Moreover, they had been with Godfrid when he occupied the palace and knew who this silver-haired prisoner was. A fallen kingdom’s princess held more value than a mere slave girl, and it was only proper for the emperor to personally manage her to prevent further disgraceful incidents.

But to Lenasia, his attitude made no sense. One moment he violated her as he pleased and tossed her into the mire, and the next, he acted as though she mattered.

What was certain was that her existence was nothing more than a diversion to this man. From their very first meeting, he had held her life in one hand and treated her as a plaything. That casual heart of his could not have changed in a single night.

As Lena bit down on her lip, Godfrid bent down, slipped his hands under her arms, and pulled her up onto the horse.

“Hht…!”

The man wrapped his arm around her waist as she floundered in alarm. When Godfrid’s horse carrying the two of them passed the front of the column, the eyes of the prisoners she had walked among turned toward her. Lena felt a shame she could not explain.

“I will have that man’s head struck off. Are you at ease now?”

“…Yes.”

At ease? It was a relief, at least, that the bastard would die, but her country was still ruined, she was still a prisoner, and she did not even know whether Prince Regnos was alive or dead.

She merely nodded because she did not know what price she would pay for ignoring the emperor’s words. Even so, as if satisfied, a large hand gently stroked her hair. Fearing it was just another whim, Lena trembled in secret.

He pulled the woman’s waist close and buried his nose in her silver hair. Like prey frozen stiff in the jaws of a predator, Lena simply sat rigid and took shallow breaths. Before long, she felt something hard and heavy behind her.

She knew very well what it was. She had held it between her legs all night. But just as she wondered why it was now standing e***t, a large, hard hand slipped through the gaps of her flimsy clothes.

“Ah…!”

Her full, swaying b****t was caught in his grip and kneaded. A tingling sensation rose every time a thick finger brushed her n****e. The inside of her b****t, quickly grown sensitive, throbbed and ached.

“Nnh, what… are you doing.”

“Stay still. You will fall if you thrash.”

“Hhk.”

Frightened by his words, she forced herself to stay rigid, but his brazen hand traveled down her stomach, lower and lower. Godfrid let out a thirsty sigh at the sensation, soft as milk, brushing against his palm. Before long, his fingers reached the cleft of the parted valley, the wet spring he had longed for and longed for again.

“Hnht, ah.”

As he rummaged through that secret place, Lena’s shoulders twitched at the prickling sensation. She glanced around with a mortified face. But Godfrid’s horse was at the very front of the column, so what he was doing to her was not clearly visible to others. Even if it had been, they would all have been too busy clearing their throats or discreetly averting their eyes to acknowledge it. In short, here, Lena was a toy he could play with as he pleased.

“Nnht… stop.”

The more blatantly the invading fingers moved, the harder and larger the heat she felt behind her grew. The man’s breath at her ear also quickened and grew hotter.

Of course, what had heated up fastest of all, absurdly enough, was Lena’s own body. When the calloused tips of his fingers pressed down heavily on that buried peak at her center, her arousal gushed out between his fingers.

“Hah…”