Chapter 34
“I am deserving of death merely for being royalty of a defeated nation, yet you have spared my life and are protecting me by your side like this.”
Godfrid’s golden eyes were still fixed intently on her face, filled with doubt. Lena felt the need to give him a little more trust.
“Especially when that noble young lady of Taringia came, you took my side. I am still deeply grateful for that in my heart.”
“…”
Their eyes met for a long stretch. Feeling her mouth go dry for no reason, Lenasia wetted her lips.
Finally, Godfrid let out a sigh and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub.
“That woman is the niece of the Margrave of Kärnten. I formed the engagement to easily command the nobles of Loren, but it is a relationship in name only.”
The words that came from his mouth only left Lena puzzled. If he was betrothed, then he was betrothed.
Did his words not sound as if he was making excuses to her about the existence of his fiancée?
Moreover, the excuse itself was utterly shallow. How important a matter was it for an emperor to command the nobles? And was that very relationship in name only not precisely the principle by which the nobles’ power and wealth were maintained and mediated?
But how he meant to deceive her was not important. What mattered was how much he could be deceived by her.
“Mmp…!”
Perhaps he considered that matter settled, as he wrapped a thick arm tightly around her waist and kissed her.
“Hnmp…”
The kiss was more persistent and stickier than usual. Perhaps because she was submerged in the hot water, she was even more breathless. Normally, she would have pushed him away the moment she felt discomfort, but this time she parted her lips wider to receive him.
Just as she had accepted with her body that the emperor’s side was safe, he too had to accept with his body that he could trust her.
She did not yet know how successful this scheme was, but at the very least, Godfrid seemed greatly pleased.
He easily ravaged the inside of her mouth with his thick tongue, then sucked at her tender lips. Her head spun, perhaps from the bathwater. A large hand cradled the back of her head, and with that, the kiss deepened.
Just when she thought it was dangerous and she might suffocate, he released Lena once. While she quickly caught her breath, the man pulled her into his arms and settled her against his chest.
The bathwater sloshed heavily once. With the wet fabric between them, their chests pressed together.
“Hut.”
“Lenasia.”
He hastily crammed the thing standing rigid between his legs into Lena’s body. Startled, she tried to pull away, then changed her mind and slowly wriggled her hips, taking him in deeper and deeper.
“Uht…”
“Haah.”
Perhaps because of the warm water, the mucous membranes inside were more slippery than usual, and the inner walls clenched around his shaft even more tightly.
“Y-Your Majesty. It is too…”
Perhaps the woman felt it too, as she panted and let out a silent plea. But Godfrid had no reason to grant mercy. The more she sobbed, the more she begged because she could not endure, the more delicious she was.
“Hnng, hnng!”
He gripped Lena’s bottom, which fit neatly in one hand, and shook her up and down. She let out a violent moan as the inner flesh was scraped by the stimulation.
The sloshing bathwater kept spilling over the edge, and Lena’s large b*****s swayed, flaunting their sensual volume.
“Uh, haang.”
Her supple vaginal walls, as if already accustomed, squeezed and released his member, busily transmitting the stimulation of being rammed by that large, hard c**k throughout her body.
Normally, she would have done no more than fully entrust her body to his hands, but even with her mind hazy from the heat, Lena felt the need to do more.
She reached out her small white hands and wrapped them around Godfrid’s thick neck.
The man, who had been absorbed in the act of pleasure, paused and lifted his head to look into her eyes. His golden eyes, with their widened pupils, seemed either surprised or simply dazed from pleasure.
“Hut, Your Majesty…”
“Godfrid.”
“…!”
Lena’s unfocused eyes sprang wide open. Even during intercourse, calling the emperor by his name was not something permitted to just anyone.
As if urging her response, the emperor took her shyly e***t n****e into his mouth.
“Ah!”
Perhaps it was because of the thin, wet cloth between them, like gossamer. The sensation of his hot, moist tongue felt strangely provocative.
As the stimulation intensified, her insides contracted further, tightly clenching the pillar buried deep within her.
“Haa. Godfr…! Go, Godfrid.”
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