His soft lips bit hers. His languid breath was moist and warm. Else's hand, which had wrapped around his thick neck, touched his strong shoulder. He was as big as a ferocious carnivore. Every single muscle that made up his body was extremely rough. The light that reached the edge of his back illuminated his long back. Else groped his smooth latissimus dorsi as if she was sifting through the light.
It was an ecstatic sensation. The feeling between her fingers was warm and smooth. Else, who had been tracing the curves of his tightly woven muscles with her fingertips for a long time, looked at him. Her hot breath gathered and dispersed repeatedly between their lips as they clashed.
She released the arm that was wrapped around his neck and stroked his thick chest muscles. When her fingers brushed a part of his chest, his round eyes caught a different color. A low nasal sound escaped Else’s lips. The man had a sinister side. Else, who was shaking in pain from being held tightly, glared at him with wet eyes.
A cold smile appeared in his blue-gray eyes. Else pretended not to see it and turned her gaze away. The man in front of her. Else didn’t know anyone else but the man who looked down at her as if he found it ridiculous. Of course, no one knew him except the one who had taught her. She just wanted to cherish the ferocious man. Even if the pain was strong enough to make her shiver, she would still like it.
"Ha..."
She stared at the thick neck, afraid to look into the viridian-colored, dry eyes. She thought back to the time when this fierce, large man had bumped into her and tried to devour her. Stimulating Else, bumping into her... It was a sweet, dizzying sensation.
“Ugh...”
She waited for him to warm her up, savoring the dry breaths she had heard after pressing him down.
“Come on, come on...”
Else, who let out a murky whisper with her wet lips, stretched out her slender arms. She missed the body of the man who held her like an affectionate lover while mixing saliva. Although she liked kissing him, it was hard to get it. Because everything she got by begging for it against her will be tough and pathetic. Kissing was the same.
Just as much as spending the night in bed... Even if she whined and got the night she didn’t want, she couldn’t experience the affection of a lover. Still, Else stubbornly accepted it. Unwanted kisses and unwanted bedtimes. Things like playing the role of a clumsy lover. Pushing and clinging... If there was anything she could get by throwing a tantrum, she stubbornly accepted it.
So today, too, the man must embrace her. Because Else wants it. Because he has no other choice. Else looked into eyes that looked like gray dye with blue added to it. The round, pooling light from the lantern could not hide the coolness that had grown. Else did not avoid those eyes. She just stared at him blankly, chewing and swallowing the emotions that had been revealed. His solid body gently pressed down on Else.
It was a sensation that had never been new since the first night they spent together. The appearance and the touch. The temperature and the smell. They were all familiar and nothing new, but Else liked them. Even the pleasures that consumed her every night were strange and thrilling. It was an unbearable feeling.
“Ugh...”
It felt like the corners were falling apart, inch by inch, inch by inch. Else bit her lip as he bit her pelvis little by little. She felt like she was being ripped apart and broken every time he approached her without consideration, even though she was urging him on.
After the first night, her whole body was cold. Every time she took a step, she felt hot and sore and just sniffled. It was common for blood to seep into her underwear, and her knees were shaking so much that it was hard to get up properly. But she lied and said she was okay because she wanted to hug him. No. There were quite a few days like that for Else.
"Ah...!"
He bit her lip as she tried to scream out in pain. The man who saw Else trying to swallow the pain put his finger between her lips. He meant to tell her not to bite. Maybe the way she bit her lip didn’t look pretty to him. Else reached out to him. He lowered his upper body so that Else could wrap her arms around his neck.
The disgustingly large upper body completely covered her. Else wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his neck. The smell of his breath and heat mixed together was so good that it made her cry. She tried not to cry, but tears kept coming out. Else didn’t like crying during sex, so she tried to hold it in, but one day she couldn’t hold it in.
Else’s tears were in his eyes. Instead of raising his hand to wipe her eyelids, he moved slowly. Her teeth chattered at the sensation of contact. As time passed, a strange heat rose up. Else whined and buried her face in his neck. The man who had been leaning on the bed to avoid putting weight on her slender body lifted her up and sat her on his lap.
The feeling of being filled up was so good that it made her sigh. The man who had been looking at her with a dry face gently stroked Else’s back to help her breathe. Else grabbed his beautiful face with her trembling hands and licked her lips. The sensation intensified every time he stroked her back.
She tried to straighten her head, which kept tilting back, and look at him. She wanted to see him somehow. A face distorted with pleasure. Even if it was just for a moment, she could tell that he didn't hate her all that much.
Of course, she knows that's not true. No one likes Else. There's no way someone would like someone who behaved so violently. Above all, he had been enduring Else's brutality for the past ten years. And she forced him to sleep with her even though he didn't want to. She forced him to hug her. The person he really likes... So there's another woman he likes...
“Ugh...”
The muffled sound of breathing dispersed from her ears. Cries slipped out quietly. Even when she tried not to cry, she always cried. Sometimes she cried because she couldn’t control her pleasure, and sometimes she cried for other reasons. Now, Else didn’t know why she was crying. All the emotions became clear after the night. The bitterness that filled her mouth. Miserable. His face swirling in those emotions and the emotions he showed cooled her blood.
“Ugh...”
Tickle, tickle. Every time the man touched her and made her feel hot, a wonderful sensation hit her hard. She moved after it, but it didn't feel good. Else groaned and grabbed him. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her waist. Else looked at him in surprise.
“Is it that good?”
“...”
“Enough to shake your waist like a harem on your slave's thigh.”
The blood ran cold. Else, who had been moving to support him, looked at him with eyes that seemed to collapse. He began to move little by little. As he said, it was a pleasure that was incomparably more intense than when she shook herself 'like a slut'. Else released the hand that had been wrapped around his neck. His hand grabbed Else's hand and guided it back to his neck.
The man held Else tightly as she swayed weakly. Soon after, Else began to tremble. He also pulled away from their overlapping bodies, doing as she wished. Else stared at him without saying a word. He held her before Else asked. However, Else, who should have fallen asleep right away, did not fall asleep. The long night passed and dawn came.
"Your Majesty."
It was dawn, the blue twilight fading away. The man’s eyes, which had been closed, opened, revealing blue-gray pupils in front of Liena. Liena looked down at the man, who was holding a small woman with only a single quilt wrapped around his lower body. In contrast to his indifferent expression, the sight of him carefully wrapping the woman’s head as if holding a glass doll made her heart tremble.
“I told you not to come in here.”
“It’s time for you to come out, but you still don’t come out.”
The man who had been pushing Else long pink hair behind her ear with an expressionless face stopped his actions at Liena's humming. Before getting up, the man who had pulled a pillow and placed it under Else's head raised his large body.
Liena picked up the fallen clothes and tried to serve him. The man who was looking at her got up from the bed and snatched the clothes from Liena's hands. Liena stopped walking and looked away. The shabby shirt and pants were wrapped around an incomparably beautiful body.
He stared at Liena, buttoning up all but a couple of buttons. The bruises around her eyes were still bluish. The scratches on her cheeks and lips from pulling out her hair were still visible, as were the claw marks.
Liena, who knew that he was looking at her wounds, turned her gaze to look at him. The man just looked away indifferently, his eyes devoid of emotion. Liena also looked away without any emotion. The King, that is, the man in front of her, was originally like this.
He was originally a man without emotions. His emotional range was narrow from birth, and during his time as a Prince before ascending the throne, he had been constantly taught to restrain his impulses and desires. There was nothing to expect from a man who had been taught that it was useless to express his emotions and think about the depth of their depth.
No. Liena hoped that he would not change. She hoped that he would continue to be her King. She hoped that he would take back his throne from that dirty, dirty bastard like Philippon and rebuild Travasta.
It was an ecstatic sensation. The feeling between her fingers was warm and smooth. Else, who had been tracing the curves of his tightly woven muscles with her fingertips for a long time, looked at him. Her hot breath gathered and dispersed repeatedly between their lips as they clashed.
She released the arm that was wrapped around his neck and stroked his thick chest muscles. When her fingers brushed a part of his chest, his round eyes caught a different color. A low nasal sound escaped Else’s lips. The man had a sinister side. Else, who was shaking in pain from being held tightly, glared at him with wet eyes.
A cold smile appeared in his blue-gray eyes. Else pretended not to see it and turned her gaze away. The man in front of her. Else didn’t know anyone else but the man who looked down at her as if he found it ridiculous. Of course, no one knew him except the one who had taught her. She just wanted to cherish the ferocious man. Even if the pain was strong enough to make her shiver, she would still like it.
"Ha..."
She stared at the thick neck, afraid to look into the viridian-colored, dry eyes. She thought back to the time when this fierce, large man had bumped into her and tried to devour her. Stimulating Else, bumping into her... It was a sweet, dizzying sensation.
“Ugh...”
She waited for him to warm her up, savoring the dry breaths she had heard after pressing him down.
“Come on, come on...”
Else, who let out a murky whisper with her wet lips, stretched out her slender arms. She missed the body of the man who held her like an affectionate lover while mixing saliva. Although she liked kissing him, it was hard to get it. Because everything she got by begging for it against her will be tough and pathetic. Kissing was the same.
Just as much as spending the night in bed... Even if she whined and got the night she didn’t want, she couldn’t experience the affection of a lover. Still, Else stubbornly accepted it. Unwanted kisses and unwanted bedtimes. Things like playing the role of a clumsy lover. Pushing and clinging... If there was anything she could get by throwing a tantrum, she stubbornly accepted it.
So today, too, the man must embrace her. Because Else wants it. Because he has no other choice. Else looked into eyes that looked like gray dye with blue added to it. The round, pooling light from the lantern could not hide the coolness that had grown. Else did not avoid those eyes. She just stared at him blankly, chewing and swallowing the emotions that had been revealed. His solid body gently pressed down on Else.
It was a sensation that had never been new since the first night they spent together. The appearance and the touch. The temperature and the smell. They were all familiar and nothing new, but Else liked them. Even the pleasures that consumed her every night were strange and thrilling. It was an unbearable feeling.
“Ugh...”
It felt like the corners were falling apart, inch by inch, inch by inch. Else bit her lip as he bit her pelvis little by little. She felt like she was being ripped apart and broken every time he approached her without consideration, even though she was urging him on.
After the first night, her whole body was cold. Every time she took a step, she felt hot and sore and just sniffled. It was common for blood to seep into her underwear, and her knees were shaking so much that it was hard to get up properly. But she lied and said she was okay because she wanted to hug him. No. There were quite a few days like that for Else.
"Ah...!"
He bit her lip as she tried to scream out in pain. The man who saw Else trying to swallow the pain put his finger between her lips. He meant to tell her not to bite. Maybe the way she bit her lip didn’t look pretty to him. Else reached out to him. He lowered his upper body so that Else could wrap her arms around his neck.
The disgustingly large upper body completely covered her. Else wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his neck. The smell of his breath and heat mixed together was so good that it made her cry. She tried not to cry, but tears kept coming out. Else didn’t like crying during sex, so she tried to hold it in, but one day she couldn’t hold it in.
Else’s tears were in his eyes. Instead of raising his hand to wipe her eyelids, he moved slowly. Her teeth chattered at the sensation of contact. As time passed, a strange heat rose up. Else whined and buried her face in his neck. The man who had been leaning on the bed to avoid putting weight on her slender body lifted her up and sat her on his lap.
The feeling of being filled up was so good that it made her sigh. The man who had been looking at her with a dry face gently stroked Else’s back to help her breathe. Else grabbed his beautiful face with her trembling hands and licked her lips. The sensation intensified every time he stroked her back.
She tried to straighten her head, which kept tilting back, and look at him. She wanted to see him somehow. A face distorted with pleasure. Even if it was just for a moment, she could tell that he didn't hate her all that much.
Of course, she knows that's not true. No one likes Else. There's no way someone would like someone who behaved so violently. Above all, he had been enduring Else's brutality for the past ten years. And she forced him to sleep with her even though he didn't want to. She forced him to hug her. The person he really likes... So there's another woman he likes...
“Ugh...”
The muffled sound of breathing dispersed from her ears. Cries slipped out quietly. Even when she tried not to cry, she always cried. Sometimes she cried because she couldn’t control her pleasure, and sometimes she cried for other reasons. Now, Else didn’t know why she was crying. All the emotions became clear after the night. The bitterness that filled her mouth. Miserable. His face swirling in those emotions and the emotions he showed cooled her blood.
“Ugh...”
Tickle, tickle. Every time the man touched her and made her feel hot, a wonderful sensation hit her hard. She moved after it, but it didn't feel good. Else groaned and grabbed him. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her waist. Else looked at him in surprise.
“Is it that good?”
“...”
“Enough to shake your waist like a harem on your slave's thigh.”
The blood ran cold. Else, who had been moving to support him, looked at him with eyes that seemed to collapse. He began to move little by little. As he said, it was a pleasure that was incomparably more intense than when she shook herself 'like a slut'. Else released the hand that had been wrapped around his neck. His hand grabbed Else's hand and guided it back to his neck.
The man held Else tightly as she swayed weakly. Soon after, Else began to tremble. He also pulled away from their overlapping bodies, doing as she wished. Else stared at him without saying a word. He held her before Else asked. However, Else, who should have fallen asleep right away, did not fall asleep. The long night passed and dawn came.
***
"Your Majesty."
It was dawn, the blue twilight fading away. The man’s eyes, which had been closed, opened, revealing blue-gray pupils in front of Liena. Liena looked down at the man, who was holding a small woman with only a single quilt wrapped around his lower body. In contrast to his indifferent expression, the sight of him carefully wrapping the woman’s head as if holding a glass doll made her heart tremble.
“I told you not to come in here.”
“It’s time for you to come out, but you still don’t come out.”
The man who had been pushing Else long pink hair behind her ear with an expressionless face stopped his actions at Liena's humming. Before getting up, the man who had pulled a pillow and placed it under Else's head raised his large body.
Liena picked up the fallen clothes and tried to serve him. The man who was looking at her got up from the bed and snatched the clothes from Liena's hands. Liena stopped walking and looked away. The shabby shirt and pants were wrapped around an incomparably beautiful body.
He stared at Liena, buttoning up all but a couple of buttons. The bruises around her eyes were still bluish. The scratches on her cheeks and lips from pulling out her hair were still visible, as were the claw marks.
Liena, who knew that he was looking at her wounds, turned her gaze to look at him. The man just looked away indifferently, his eyes devoid of emotion. Liena also looked away without any emotion. The King, that is, the man in front of her, was originally like this.
He was originally a man without emotions. His emotional range was narrow from birth, and during his time as a Prince before ascending the throne, he had been constantly taught to restrain his impulses and desires. There was nothing to expect from a man who had been taught that it was useless to express his emotions and think about the depth of their depth.
No. Liena hoped that he would not change. She hoped that he would continue to be her King. She hoped that he would take back his throne from that dirty, dirty bastard like Philippon and rebuild Travasta.
“If you don't enjoy being beaten, you'd better stay out of Else's way.”
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