Savage Castle - Chapter 41

It was uncomfortable to face them. Else lowered her head and looked at the children. Fluffy black hair and blue-green eyes. Every time she blinked her eyelids, green leaves seemed to appear and disappear. Else looked down at her daughter, leaving her son vigorously sucking her nipple.

Unlike her brother, who had fluffy black hair like his father, Hermi had very light pink hair. You could tell at a glance that her delicate features were Else’s. Jules said that seeing her so young and pretty, she would definitely grow up to be a great beauty like Else. However, Else didn’t care how Hermi grew up.

Beautiful or not... Else just wanted her to grow up healthy and strong, energetic and strong. Just strong... Else slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her daughter’s sky-blue eyes. Unlike Else, who had vivid emerald eyes, Hermi’s beautiful sky-blue eyes, like paint spilled out, were a beauty that only she had.

Else looked down at her daughter with calm eyes and tried to suck on her nipple before her star-like eyes closed. However, Hermi quickly closed her eyes again. There was no movement to suckle. Else looked at Hermi with worried eyes again and raised her head.

“Hermi doesn’t drink milk well.”

There was no answer. Else groped him with eyes that looked like they were going to set, and wiped the dry skin under her eyes. Well, what can I say? He was a man who lusted after his child sucking milk. She slowly patted her son’s back, who had spit out her nipple because he was full, and covered her chest with the blanket.

"Your Majesty."

“Sibyl.”

“...”

“Call me Sybil.”

A soft voice, as if teasing her. Else moved her lips.

“You don't have to be nice.”

Sibyl, who had been looking at Else with lustful eyes, gently grabbed Else's chin. Else didn't know what to say. After digging up the sins of her family, was she going to say that nothing had changed? Else, who had forgotten Roate while looking after her son, who was looking for milk, trembled.

“It’s not the same as before.”

“I want to be your husband, not your King.”

Else looked at him. His eyes, free of lust, were clear and sharp.

“Even when I was your dog, I had you like that.”

The dry lips moved clearly. Else stared blankly at his handsome face. A strange heat was seething in his sapphire-blue eyes that had been so enchanting. The person who had slaughtered Millium like that and finished off Roate... The person who had only brought her cruel feelings was talking about possession. Else could not understand him.

“Else.”

Else dropped his gaze. She couldn't bear to face him. In fact, she didn't even know what she wanted to do with him. Since he had knocked Else down and destroyed the place where Else was supposed to return with his hands, Else was completely alone.

There was no place for her to return and find stability. She couldn't see how it was any different from how Millium had isolated her by filling the castle with his own people. Even if Roate was still alive, she knew he wouldn't be able to support her enough to withstand the palace's infighting. Even if the King's love had cooled someday and only his cold gaze remained. Roate wasn't a family that could save her. It might not be much different now that they had completely fallen into the King's hands.

Still, Else was a Roate. She was a descendant of a knight who had brought news of victory in the most brutal war in the kingdom.

“I love you.”

Deep in her lungs, she felt something snap. Shr felt heat slowly rising through her blood vessels. Hot air gathered around her eyes, and her eyelashes began to get wet. Else glared at him with a crumpled face. Sybil was in front of her with an earnest yet stubborn face. He was an unpredictable man. When she wanted to hear those words the most, he would just look at Else with an extremely stubborn face. Even when he was very affectionate, he was a frighteningly cold man. Tears welled up and flowed down her cheeks.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, Else.”

His clean lips touched her tear-stained chin. A familiar breath touched her lips.

“You are so pitiful and beautiful, like a flower sprouting from a dry branch...”

The soft, overlapping lips were strange. Else closed her eyes and felt the sensation of a tongue slowly licking her upper lip. Oh, so the hairs on her earlobe stood up, and she sighed.

“Nothing can stop us now.”

A desperate murmur was heard. An obstacle... Else opened her eyes. To Sybil, Roate was an obstacle. It couldn’t have been good. If Sybil hadn’t loved her, Else might have died today, too. Else looked at the man who said he loved her.

Even though she heard the man she loved say that he loved her, it wasn't sweet anymore. Else didn't want to be with him. She didn't think she would miss him even if she left him. It wasn't like that a month ago when her stomach was swollen to the point of bursting...

“Just say that you love me. You want to be my Queen. You want to be my wife. Please. Else. Say that. Yes? Then I can take it all back.”

He grabbed her shoulder and urged her on. Else looked at him for a long time and then lowered her gaze. After a long time, when there was no answer, his long hand grabbed Else’s breast. His hand brushed against her nipple, which had been covered in her young son’s saliva.

“Ugh...”

“I heard you have sagging breasts.”

It was a dry voice. Else looked at Sibyl. He lightly lifted his young son and set him aside. His daughter did the same. He pushed her away as if he was moving something away, and then he knocked Else down and fell on top of her.

“Wait, wait...”

He pressed his lips against her stubborn face. But she couldn't stop him. In an instant, the blanket was lifted, and he grabbed her calf. His bulging lower body brushed her knee. Her chin trembled slightly. Surely, he wouldn't do that?

She had just given birth... Dhr heard that Jules still hasn’t had sex with her husband. Jules was grateful, but she was worried that he might leave her and find another woman. Jules said she wanted to recover somehow and be in love again soon.

Even as she listened to such words, Else did not think of Sybil. Sybil was the King, and Else was his mistress. Not a wife. And of course, a King had many mistresses. Sometimes there was only one, but there were also many Kings who had three or four mistresses. The important thing was that the mistress was not a wife. She had no right to demand chastity from him, nor to demand sincerity.

So Else couldn't get involved with who Sibyl spent the night with. In fact, she had thought that he might be spending the night with someone. It had been over a year since they had been separated. Their last relationship had also been a year ago in Lugdun. So she thought that Sibyl would be a woman. She thought that he might be spending the night with that woman on the nights when she didn't come back.

But she doesn't know. Shr tried not to ask even if she wanted to. Even if Else knew, there was nothing she could do.

“It’s been so long.”

“Sigh...”

A nasal sound flowed out of her lips. Sibyl, who had taken his place between Else’s slender legs, muttered with cloudy eyes. The thick bulge touched the inside of her thigh. It was a vivid sensation that made her hair stand on end. She bit her lips and looked into the eyes that were squinting. The grayish eyes were shining like a monster in a cave.

The man who had pulled out something long to dig into her grabbed Else's white calves and spread them wide. The place where only the fluff grew was the color of a ripe peach. The place that was bent along the widespread legs trembled.

Else had very little body hair. Even without brushing it, her shape was clearly visible. Sibyl swallowed dryly. He looked down at the woman who was completely his. Her face, red and swollen, was distorted. He couldn't understand Else. She had never been unlovable. But she couldn't be understood separately.

He was the one who had saved her from those who had persecuted and abused her. He was the one who had personally ordered them to be beaten to death the body of her father, who had sold her to a man like Millium for the sake of a minor nobleman's title and the perpetuation of his fiefdom. The body of Elliot von Roate would be hung on the walls of his beloved castle. He was personally destroying, one by one, everything that had ruined Else.

She can't smile at him and say thank you... But he can't help but feel embarrassed by this.

“Ah, uh...”

At the mere touch, Else twitched and let out a nasal sound. The corners of his lips slowly turned up. His nerves were torn to pieces when he heard that this was eaten by that filthy bastard. He had ordered that filthy bastard to cut off his lower body while he was still breathing. His murderous intent surged at the thought of that filthy snout touching this lovable and lovely part of Else. Things he had never seen before were vividly drawn before his eyes. Sybil lowered his head and enjoyed the place he had not been able to enjoy for a long time. He sucked and licked every nook and cranny, making a cold sound.

“Wait, wait. Wait, wait.”

A lewd sound flowed from her plump lips. He stood upright and pressed the round, swollen flesh. Elde twisted her pelvis, and her thighs shook. Sybil rolled the flesh from side to side and grabbed it so hard that his handprint left a mark on the white flesh.

“Ugh, Sibyl...”

Else tried to pull her head away, tossing it around. The stronger his grip became as she tried to pull his head away, the more he clung to her like a dog, tormenting her every nook and cranny. His hot, damp breath provoked her unbearably.

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