Chapter 13
He let out a heated breath as if he could no longer endure it and pressed his swollen length between Lena’s b******s, burying it there as though he could not bear to let it grow any larger. Then, with one hand loosening the reins, he pushed his fingers deeper between the soft mounds of her flesh.
“Ah!”
Lena bit down on her lip. Her insides still struggled to accommodate even a couple of fingers, let alone the man’s shaft.
“Hnn…”
The squirming inner flesh pleased him. The cantering motion of the horse made the intrusion even rougher and faster. Each time his fingers grazed a sensitive spot, whether by intent or not, she let out a whimpering moan as if in pain.
The arousal rising from deep within her body kept urging louder sounds from her, but the knowledge that they were outdoors, with countless people behind them, made her shrink endlessly. In the end, Lenasia only shed silent tears instead of crying out with pleasure into the man’s hand.
When those tears fell onto the back of Godfrid’s hand holding the reins, he finally turned Lenasia’s face toward him. The moment he saw her flushed red face weeping, he stopped the horse and called for his adjutant.
“Ludwig. I am tired from riding so long. Have a carriage prepared.”
“Sir? …Yes, Your Majesty.”
Tired.
Godfrid, Emperor of Taringia, was a monster. When he had arrived at a fierce battlefield after riding three days and nights and annihilated the ambushed Aitalosian forces, he had surely killed the most soldiers himself. Whether on the march, organizing camp, or in combat, the emperor was always the sharpest whetted blade. Even when summoned in the dead of night, he was always wide awake. He had never once shown anyone a yawn. So for him to claim fatigue while perfectly alert and toying with a woman was utter nonsense.
But precisely because he was such a man, no one dared question his words or defy his orders. General Ludwig promptly had a spare luxury carriage brought before the emperor.
“Ah!”
As soon as the carriage was ready, Lenasia was shoved inside. The interior was spacious, ornate, and clean, but it did not take much imagination to foresee that it would soon be turned into a wreck.
Thud. The door shut and the carriage set off. Godfrid immediately laid Lena down on the long seat and climbed on top of her. He tore away the rag scraps that were in his way as if ripping them off.
“What is this, madness, hnnk.”
“How am I supposed to endure when I can see it dripping down your legs? Besides, you were the one who produced such lewd wetness because you wanted to be f****d quickly too, were you not, Princess?”
“……”
The man was insane. In the middle of a march, with battle liable to break out at any moment, the commander was out of his mind f*****g a woman. Lenasia felt a bitter grudge along with genuine doubt whether her homeland Aitalos had truly been shattered and torn apart by a man like this.
But the carriage was shut on all sides, and just as on horseback, there was nowhere to flee. She gave up everything and squeezed her eyes shut, and yet, pathetically, her whole body still throbbed with heat everywhere. Both n*****s stood stiffly e***t, and between her legs pulsed with a dull ache. Her heart kept pounding as hot blood coursed through her body.
“Hah, nnh.”
Godfrid fondled her white thighs, then pressed his body over her soft form. When he loosened his trousers, his shaft, swollen to its full size, emerged. He fitted it to her entrance and shoved in roughly.
“Hahhk!”
“I was going mad, the whole time, wanting to bury myself in here.”
“Hnhk, nnh…”
Lenasia shuddered, but her inner flesh welcomed the intruder and coiled sweetly around it. Godfrid pressed his hips down firmly and drove himself into the deepest place. As the mercilessly large and heavy shaft thrust into her belly, Lena’s waist trembled at the overwhelming stimulation.
“Here, is it good?”
“Nnh, hng…”
“Or here?”
He seemed to be searching for the spots that made her feel it, but the thing inside her was so huge and hard that nearly everything was stimulated at once, which was the problem. Every single thrust was needlessly jarring and overwhelming. When he went all the way in, she could barely breathe, and when he pulled back out, her mind went white as if everything inside her had been pulled out too, and sweat poured down like rain. From their quickly slicked joining, her arousal trickled down between the cheeks of her bottom.
“Ahng, nnh, pl, please, hnhk. Sto-op!”
“I wonder. Your lower half is telling a different story.”
Godfrid panted roughly and kept thrusting. The clenching and releasing of the woman’s lower half was exquisite. When he pushed deep, it was soft and tenderly yielding, and when he pulled back, it bit down tight as if refusing to let go. Her flat belly bulged with the shape of his shaft and then hollowed again.
“If you wanted me to stop devouring you, you should not have been chewing so deliciously.”
“Hnnhk…”
“If you want more, then be honest and ask for more.”
“Hnhk, ah.”
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