Chapter 15
“Huh-uk!”
The inside of Lenasia, once he was back inside, was gripping his p***s so tightly it made him dizzy. Veins bulged throughout his body from the resistance, but Godfrid drove himself in even deeper and faster with more force.
“Hut, huh. Huh-uk… hak!”
Each time he entered and withdrew, her body melted slightly from the pleasure, and soon a moment arrived where it felt as if her breath would stop. Her small frame seemed unable to endure the joy that filled her entire body.
With a pleading heart, she clung even more to his body. Inside the swaying carriage, their bodies shook, radiating heat.
And at some moment, when she could no longer take in the pleasure that she had been receiving until her belly felt like it would burst, Lena experienced a sensation as if every cell in her body had burst into bloom at once.
“Huh-ut!”
The stem supporting her body stiffened rigidly, and legs like those of a deer stretched out straight. At the same time, her chest and throat arched back, drawing elegant curves.
At a sensation impossible to express in words, her mouth simply fell open. It felt as if her body, thrown wide open, would flow into the air and vanish just like that.
Then again, it also felt as though she had become a small box, closed and sealed, with only her beating heart remaining.
“Uh, ha-ah.”
It felt as though her body was not her own, as if the moment she lost her focus, she would drift away forever to some unknown place. So she clung tightly to the man’s chest against her body. As if clutching a lifeline.
A dizziness rose from the sensation as though she had forgotten to breathe, but she could do nothing. She felt as though she might die.
Something felt as though it burst between her legs, and then her entire lower body grew wet. Sensation slowly returned, starting with the feeling of wetness between her legs. At last, into her dizzied vision came the emperor, soaked in sweat, looking down at her.
A drop of sweat fallen from his hair settled at the center of Lena’s chest. Still panting hot breaths hastily, Lena realized belatedly that he had e********d inside her. And the liquid that had burst from her own v***a was far more unfamiliar to her.
“…This is a first for me to see.”
Godfrid too seemed to be seeing a woman at climax spray liquid for the first time, as he took hold of each of her legs and spread them, peering intently between them.
Realizing she had unknowingly committed a discourtesy, Lena’s face flushed hotter than it could possibly turn any redder.
“Ah, d-don’t. Don’t eat it! …Ha-ang!”
With chup, chup sounds, the messy liquid entered the man’s mouth. The softly loosened mucous membrane also wrapped gently around his red tongue and clung softly to it.
“Ah, at! Hngh-heek!”
With the successive pleasure, the space between Lena’s legs quivered softly, still gently relaxed, and Godfrid pushed her slender legs apart with his large hands and pressed his tongue even closer.
“Hngh-eut, uh… Ah-ang!”
Sporadic shivers arose here and there over her body, where the afterglow of climax had not yet faded. Her small hips, soaked entirely in bodily fluids, kept lifting into the air and trembling. Watching this, Godfrid felt strength gathering once more in his core, still not yet dead.
But he could not drive his fully e***t length back inside the woman. Just as the fire was about to reignite between them, a horn sounded from outside.
“Ambush! It’s an attack by the Aitalos remnants!”
Godfrid sprang up from Lenasia’s body as if launched. He straightened his disheveled clothes and put on his helmet. Then, grabbing the sword he had placed by the door, he leaped outside.
“Stay right here, Princess. Don’t move.”
With those final words, Lena was left alone inside the carriage. Soon, the clashing of swords and the shouts of soldiers rang out all around.
Her heated body went cold all at once, and then began to tremble violently. With the shouts drawing closer, the sound of blades rang out just steps away, and soon the carriage jolted as someone slashed by a sword collapsed against it.
Lena clamped her mouth shut tight to keep from screaming. Transparent tears streamed from her eyes once more. Moments ago from pleasure, this time from fear.
How many were in the attacking Aitalos force?
Would they win, or would Taringia win?
If the emperor died, what would become of her?
Would the Aitalos soldiers try to rescue her, their captive, or would they kill her for shamelessly begging for her life while being violated?
Or would they show no interest at all?
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