Chapter 39
Shhhh—
The thin garment slipped away far too easily. Her bare, pale skin was revealed. He cautiously ran his fingers over her flesh. A faint scar caught on his fingertips. His brow twitched minutely. There wasn’t just one scar.
‘Why was it twenty-nine strikes? When we sentenced the Crown Prince to flogging.’
A long time ago, Diana had asked him just that. Viern hadn’t answered. He likely never would tell her the reason.
The day he brought her out of the tower, while washing her body, he had counted twenty-nine scars. That was only counting the ones that had left lasting marks; the beatings that hadn’t scarred would make the number far greater. The wounds left by the Crown Prince and his brothers remained even now, after she had become the kingdom’s most noble woman, as faint traces on her skin. And that fact deeply, profoundly displeased him.
Viern lowered his lips over the faint marks, carefully nipping at her scars without hurting her, then traced his hand down the curve of her exposed waist.
“Mmh.”
Her sensitive body reacted strongly to the slightest touch. Smack, smack. Viern methodically moved his lips, trailing down her neck, lower and lower, leaving a path of red marks in his wake.
“Mmmh, ah…”
Her body flinched every time his lips touched and left her skin. The wet sounds of flesh and friction mingled with her suppressed moans, filling the quiet room with a strange resonance.
Eventually, his lips traveled past her flat lower abdomen. He sucked at the hollow near the prominent hip bone, then grasped her swelling b****t, making her gasp. He traced the rosy areola with his fingertip before taking her b****t fully into his mouth.
“Ah, ahh, ngh…!”
Tapping her plump n****e with the tip of his tongue before sucking it in and pulling back, the sounds of her trying to suppress her moans yet inevitably letting them escape made him a little more excited.
Slowly pulling his lips away, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at her. Seeing her pale skin now marked here and there with the red imprints he’d left, her body trembling with pleasure under half-lidded eyes… it was overwhelmingly stimulating.
“Foreplay refers to the caressing before intercourse truly begins.”
Just as he had once rescued her from the tower and taught her about the world, Viern now explained in the same manner, patiently, meeting her at eye level as if introducing her to another new world.
“Men who simply try to push in without foreplay are the worst sorts. Especially men who say they like women who ‘spread and wet themselves’—avoid them immediately.”
“Mmm, yes. But, Aisen, he, ahh…”
His hands, twisting and rolling her n*****s, made her body twitch.
“That bastard is a piece of trash, subhuman filth.”
“Don’t speak badly of Aisen. Even if it’s Your Grace…!”
“Viern.”
Suddenly gripping her thighs tightly with both hands, he corrected the name she used for him.
“Not ‘Your Grace.’ It’s Viern.”
“Ah…!”
Her held thighs were slowly parted wide. The sensation of tightly closed inner flesh parting with a soft pop made Diana let out a short gasp.
Simultaneously, Viern felt a heat flare in his lower abdomen and had to swallow a silent groan. Moisture beaded on the pink, slightly parting inner flesh. As he stared at her most intimate place, which he hadn’t seen that day, a faint question surfaced in his mind. Why… did even a place like that have to be so beautifully made?
Under his fixed gaze, Diana covered her face with both hands.
“It’s… embarrassing…”
Her face flushed crimson as she mumbled shyly.
“Yet it’s completely soaked… and twitching.”
His voice, low and husky, left the observation in a perfectly matter-of-fact tone.
“Don’t say it like th—ah…!”
Her words were cut off as his hand, gripping her closed folds, began to rub. A moan escaped her.
“What should I say, then? That it’s pissing itself wet?”
“Ahh, ngh…”
“I haven’t even touched it properly yet, and it’s already so wet it’s making squelching sounds.”
The rougher his gestures became, the more explicit the wet, squelching sounds from her s*x grew.
“Ugh, ngh… s-stop your… impudent talk…”
Just as Diana, her face burning hot, tried to protest, Viern lowered his head between her spread thighs.
“Y-Your Grace…! Hah!”
Diana jerked her hips in surprise. The tip of his tongue, poking out, had just swiped up the length of her parted cleft.
“W-Wait, Your Grace. What are you doing…! This is, this is too weird…!”
She squirmed in shock, but Viern paid no heed, parting her entrance and delving into the narrow opening.
“Ah, ahhh…!”
Helpless, Diana gripped Viern’s hair and cried out. It was a different sensation from the climax his fingers had brought her last time.
“Your Grace, ngh, I, this, it’s too…”
“Viern.”
He lifted his lips slightly and whispered to her in a somewhat muffled voice.
“Call me by my name properly.”
“Hhuuh… Viern…!”
At his name finally spilling from her lips, Viern felt a rush of blood to his g***n and buried his face between her legs once more.
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