Chapter 37
When they were alone, especially when they were pressed together with bare skin, calling him by name had become a habit before she knew it. Godfrid paused in the act of entering her body beneath him and looked down at Lena silently.
As if to say, Tell me, whatever it is.
“Could you… hng, let me go outside?”
Without a word, he pushed his center into her passage.
They had joined their bodies countless times already, but perhaps because it was larger than common sense dictated, whenever his length entered her, it always stung as if her pelvis was being split in two.
As tears were pulled from her eyes, he moved.
“Hng, uhng!”
Compared to her small, fragile body, his sweating form above her was far too large and powerful. Lena barely accepted the part of him that had entered inside her and embraced Godfrid. Her breath soon grew ragged as if she were dying.
She told herself that willingly opening her arms and spreading her legs was to make him lower his guard around her. So that he would believe she had become his woman and grow careless.
So that he would thereby open a path for her to escape.
But for some reason, the more she embraced him and held him close, the more she spread her own legs to take him deeper, pleasure she had not even known existed bloomed within her. It was a pleasure that could swallow her whole if she lost her focus for even a moment.
“Hnht, aah!”
Before she knew it, Lena had become so lost in the s*x that she forgot what she had even asked.
It could not be helped, as her mind went blank each time he entered and withdrew, as if her very consciousness was pulled out along with him.
Their positions changed several times. By the last, when Lena lay sprawled face down on the bed, she had already exhausted all her strength.
Naturally, the man still clung to her from behind as if it was not yet enough.
Far from diminishing, his still angry member remained buried inside Lena, while his mouth explored all over her white, smooth back. His two large hands kneaded her chest as she shuddered, saying it tickled.
“Pl-Please, stop…”
She sobbed and pleaded, but it was of little use anyway. Her s*x, tormented by climax after climax, was now at the point of numbness.
She knew she needed to hear an answer, but Lena could not endure the exhaustion that crashed down after her peak.
Even as Lena’s eyes flickered shut, Godfrid did not detach himself from her body.
As if intent on hungering for her until the very moment she lost consciousness, he bit and sucked at her body all over. Lena’s fingertips twitched as she moaned weakly.
“Princess Lenasia.”
Just before her consciousness cut off, the man who had been nibbling at the nape of her neck opened his mouth.
“Why did you refuse my proposal?”
“…?”
A kind of resentment lingered in the voice, so low that a shiver ran through her the moment she heard it.
Startled, Lena opened her closing eyes. Her consciousness, which had been about to sink beneath the surface, struggled for a moment to revive the memory.
Not long after her secondary s****l characteristics had begun to manifest, proposals from various nations had flooded into the royal palace.
Not only from the neighboring Kingdom of Brelin, but also from the distant Duchy of Staufen. Proposals from viscounts and counts with territories in the provinces were tripped over underfoot.
The situation was such that even dukes, not to mention princes of whole nations, sent gifts to win her favor.
If she had chosen the best terms and married, Lena could even have become the queen of a nation.
But all of it was pointless. Because what truly existed was not Princess Lenasia, but Prince Regnos. The Fourth Queen alone had suffered greatly, writing rejection letters to the proposals and sending back the gifts.
But among all those discarded proposals, had there been one from Godfrid as well?
Before he began his conquests, that is, before Godfrid ascended the throne, Taringia had been nothing more than a small frontier country.
It was not in a position to dare compare itself not only to the ancient kingdom of Aitalos, but even to nations like Brelin or Staufen.
So it was easy to guess how his proposal had been treated.
“Then, you…”
Complicated thoughts raced through her mind.
But before long, they scattered into formless distractions beyond the shape of language, and her heavy eyelids covered them all.
‘Did you know about me from the very beginning?’
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