Chapter 8
He flipped the limp, strengthless female body onto its back again. He wanted to see the face flushed with pleasure while it held him inside. The exquisitely lovely face was heated red, and the eyes that had been icy pale blue were now hazy, melted by the searing passion.
The thought crossed his mind that he ought to stuff his c**k into that defenselessly parted little mouth soon as well.
But first came the sweet lower mouth that had bitten down on him as if starved. He caught her slender ankle and pulled her close, folding her legs up and settling between them.
Lena’s hazy eyes flew wide open, filled with alarm.
“I can’t, I can’t do any more.”
She was terrified of what would happen if that furious pillar impaled her again. The emperor raised one eyebrow as if displeased, but she had never been more sincere.
The pain between her legs, briefly forgotten, began to resurface. And she had no strength left in her body.
Lena started to drift off, her head nodding. She saw the man’s face looking down at her as though dumbfounded.
‘Still, he’s not killing me just because he doesn’t like it.’
Soon, the quick, sticky sounds of friction reached her ears one after another. She lifted her heavy eyelids just a crack and caught the obscene sight of the man pleasuring himself.
The slick, glistening, reddish pillar was engorged with savage veins. Even through her drowsy haze, the size was so absurd that she wondered how such a thing had ever fit inside her.
It half vanished and reappeared again and again inside his hand, which was just as large and veined. The man furrowed his thick brows, then let out low groans as if growling from his throat, all the while watching her with fierce intensity. He raced toward climax, imagining himself ramming into her hot, tight body.
The last thing she saw was the white, fishy seed splattering across her chest before she closed her eyes and lost consciousness.
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“Princess, I love you.”
Lenasia looked around. She stood before the sixth princess’s chambers in the royal palace of Aitalos. As if the trampling, the destruction, the burning had never happened, the buildings and facilities remained in their most refined and luxurious state.
The man before her was the son of some noble. It was not only foreign royals who had sent marriage proposals to Lena. Nobles of Aitalos, too, had scrambled over each other in their eagerness to take her as a wife.
“O beautiful one, I swear no one has ever set my heart aflame as you have, and no one ever will.”
“……”
“I beseech you, grant me the chance to become your husband, to love and protect you all my life…”
“I am sorry.”
Like the ice her appearance evoked, Lenasia’s voice was also infinitely clear and cold.
“Without Her Majesty’s and His Majesty the King’s consent, I cannot decide on a marriage by my own will.”
“Ah…”
In truth, Lena had not even properly looked at the noble’s face. She had merely recited the rejection as the fourth queen had taught her.
He withdrew, and Lena fled into her room and shut the door.
Receiving a proposal meant she had stood out. She was afraid of having drawn attention once more, so contrary to her role, and terrified that the man had pursued her all the way to the princess’s door.
“Hoo…”
As she caught her breath against the door, she suddenly sensed another presence and lifted her head.
“Ah…”
To keep the sixth princess’s secret from being exposed, even the servants’ entry to her room was strictly controlled. The only ones who could freely come and go were the fourth queen and Regnos.
“Prince Regnos.”
“Lena.”
Unlike his usual self, who always greeted her with a warm smile, this time Regnos was frowning, as if something had greatly gotten on his nerves.
“You’re not actually hoping to marry one of those worthless husks out there, are you?”
She shook her head fervently to show that she absolutely was not. As she did, Lena realized that this exact scene had played out once before.
Why had Prince Regnos been so displeased back then? Was he bothered that a fake, a mere copy, was receiving proposals?
Or perhaps…
‘Ah. Nnh…’
Slowly waking from sleep, Lena realized something was persistently tormenting her body and let out a moan.
“Hahhk…!”
“Coming to your senses?”
The moment she gasped and opened her eyes, the memories came flooding in. The shattered palace, the slaughtered royals, the grueling prisoner march. And the man who had violated her all night.
He was still on top of her. Lena was naked, and her full, swaying b*****s were covered in red bite marks, as if they had been toyed with again in the meantime.
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