37. Area Marking
Daphne looked up at the man looking down at her. His sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, were as sharp as a hawk, as if he was watching his prey.
Asherad stuck out his tongue and moistened his red lips slightly.
There was no sound here. There was no exchange of words. But there was a feeling that was more intense than anything else. Daphne felt as if she was suffocating from that intense lust.
Blonde hair was messily disheveled on the calm green tablecloth. A woman lying on the disheveled tablecloth, looking up with a disheveled appearance.
The sheer silk dress, contrasting with the tablecloth, gleamed deliciously in the morning sunlight. Daphne was as beautiful as a painting, and his mouth was watering, especially those watery blue eyes.
“It looks delicious.”
Daphne bit her lip at those words. The man felt as if he were going to eat her.
It felt like it was biting and tearing at its own flesh, then greedily slurping down the blood that gushed out.
He will bite her neck like a vampire, gnaw and nibble, and devour her lips and bite them again. But even that will be picturesque for this man.
He will savor her red blood on his pure white face, raise his long hand, very slowly wipe his lips with a napkin, and finish his meal. After finishing his elegant meal, he will smile lazily in satisfaction.
“Why are you shaking?”
She trembled without realizing it as she was brought up to the table of a cannibalistic beast. He lifted Daphne's legs and placed her exposed bare legs on his shoulders.
“Ugh!”
Daphne gasped. He seemed to bury his lips in her calf, then bit it with his teeth. It was just as Daphne had expected. He bit her white calf with his teeth.
However, contrary to her imagination, it was not painful, but rather ticklish. Asherad's lips, which had been showering kisses on her calves, moved up her thighs.
Her breathing became wetter, perhaps because of the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. Was it because his lips were hot? Or was it because her body was hot? The area between her legs became hot.
Daphne's eyes became blurry. She didn't want to care about anything. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the pleasure. His soft lips stimulated her delicate flesh with his teeth.
The slurping tongue continued to stimulate her. Daphne twisted her waist. She had never thought she would be doing this to him here.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
Before she could dry it, his hands pulled down her wet underwear. Daphne's eyes widened. His face moved further up her thighs. His breath reached deeper inside her. And...
“Ah, ahhh!”
Something unexpected struck her. Instead of the sound of dishes clinking, a wet, obscene sound filled the restaurant.
Is it the final scream of prey, the sweet cry of coquetry, or simply the final scream of one who has given up everything helplessly?
The only certain thing was that the tablecloth was a crumpled mess, and Daphne had tried her best to keep her legs crossed.
But Asherad would not allow it, and Daphne eventually screamed and twisted her back.
Her face was hot. It was a strong pleasure that made her head feel like it was going to burst. Tears flowed from Daphne’s eyes. Asherad lifted his mouth from there and stared into Daphne’s eyes. He ran his thumb over her trembling lips.
She was still out of breath.
“Was it that good?”
A smiling voice is heard. Daphne doesn't answer. In fact, he probably didn't expect an answer either.
Daphne knew what was coming to her. She heard the sound of the cloth she was wearing falling and felt her skin rubbing against it. Without saying a word, he pushed her open and entered.
"Ugh!"
No matter how ready she was to accept him, it was still difficult to accept him. There was no pain, but she bit her lip to catch her breath.
He began to move back and forth inside her, slippery inside. His leisurely movements, as if enjoying a meal, changed into rough ones when Daphne turned her head away and covered her eyes with her arms as if avoiding eye contact.
The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh grew louder.
Asherad raised his hand and pulled Daphne's arm down. At the same time, Askeladd's hand tore the chest of Daphne's fine dress.
A soft, white lump of flesh bulged out. He buried his face in her chest and bit the tip again. It seemed like punishment for trying to cover her face with her hand.
“Ah, aang!”
The mind that had been paralyzed from the beginning disappeared even more. Daphne closed her eyes. Right now, she just, just, didn't want to think about anything.
“I love you, Daphne.”
Asherad whispered sweetly. How fleeting is the affection we hold for our prey?
Before he could enjoy the aftertaste, he ran to Daphne again, saying he was hungry. Why does this person only do this to me? Is this what love is like?
“So, if you run away again, I won’t let you go.”
“...”
“I won’t leave you alone.”
“...”
“So I love you.”
Askelad whispered through his teeth. The word love was a bondage. She accepted him, swaying beneath him.
Kalista wanted to scream. Her mouth was constantly filled with profanity. She could hear the wet sound coming from the dining room.
There were no beasts, really. But what bothered her ears was Daphne's moans of pleasure.
It didn't matter what Daphne was thinking. It was Asherad who was preoccupied with mixing flesh and not eating, but Kalista was trembling.
Almost every day, Kalista and Asherad had breakfast together. However, Kalista was indignant that he took the woman to breakfast and did not invite her.
How dare you let an adult of the royal family dine alone? Actually, if you ask whether Kalista is an 'adult', then she is not. Anyway, Kalista thought so and planned to barge into breakfast.
Ever since she heard the words 'Shut up' in front of Duke Turbol and that woman, Kalista's mind went to hell.
However, Kalista was willing to forgive Asherad. Wasn't that the situation? It was right to show the Duke that she was keeping her distance from him.
Asherad has always shown that he loves and cherishes Kalista. Even if he treats her with a sharp face, he says it is a political show.
So Kalista was hurt, but she decided to ignore it. She hoped Asherad would comfort her, but he did not come.
This is Asherad crossing the line.
So she decided to attend the breakfast and point out each and every one of those lowly government's manners so that she would never dare come here again.
It was a 'territorial marking' she came up with.
But the sound coming from the restaurant's entrance was clearly the sound of copulation. Kalista's face turned red. It was a strange sense of humiliation.
She was looking at the scene of the mess through the crack in the door. A man was roughly holding a woman lying on the table. Asherad was dressed in immaculate clothes, but his neatly combed hair fell down at his rough gesture.
A face dripping with sweat, a lust for the woman lying beneath him. A flush on his neat and white face. A rough and wild waist movement that is usually unthinkable.
Kalista looked at Asherad with a blank expression, forgetting both contempt and jealousy. It wasn't shameful.
Asherad, holding the woman, was certainly beautiful.
The suppressed moan coming from her slightly parted mouth was more obscene than disgusting. Kalista imagined the man suppressing her.
Imagine that arrogant and elegant man losing all reason and becoming self-absorbed. Just like that, without any dignity or manners, he becomes a beast...
But now, Asherad was holding Daphne. It was an insult to Kalista to see him so disheveled in front of a mere maid.
She had a so-called positive side, interpreting this great jealousy and insult in a good way for herself.
"No way..."
Surely that's it?
Kalista swallowed again. If nothing else, they had breakfast together. Breakfast with Kalista meant that much to Asherad.
The fact that such an Asherad is holding that lowly thing at breakfast could mean that he is actually taking out on that lowly thing what he wanted to do to her. That maid is just a tool for his desires.
Yeah, that makes sense.
She's sure the kiss wasn't for nothing.
If you don't like such arrogant people, you will never do it. How many signals has Asherad sent to Kalista? A subtle wink. A smile. A hand gesture.
‘You don’t have to do that...’
Kalista looked at Asherad and thought. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do. She was so envious of that man.
By the way, Kalista ground her teeth and abandoned the thought of the helpless man.
However, she did not want to leave that lowly woman alone. Daphne's presence was too irritating and dangerous.
What should I do? How can I throw her into the abyss? How can I get rid of that woman?
Kalista's eyes took on a cold glow.
Daphne looked up at the man looking down at her. His sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, were as sharp as a hawk, as if he was watching his prey.
Asherad stuck out his tongue and moistened his red lips slightly.
There was no sound here. There was no exchange of words. But there was a feeling that was more intense than anything else. Daphne felt as if she was suffocating from that intense lust.
Blonde hair was messily disheveled on the calm green tablecloth. A woman lying on the disheveled tablecloth, looking up with a disheveled appearance.
The sheer silk dress, contrasting with the tablecloth, gleamed deliciously in the morning sunlight. Daphne was as beautiful as a painting, and his mouth was watering, especially those watery blue eyes.
“It looks delicious.”
Daphne bit her lip at those words. The man felt as if he were going to eat her.
It felt like it was biting and tearing at its own flesh, then greedily slurping down the blood that gushed out.
He will bite her neck like a vampire, gnaw and nibble, and devour her lips and bite them again. But even that will be picturesque for this man.
He will savor her red blood on his pure white face, raise his long hand, very slowly wipe his lips with a napkin, and finish his meal. After finishing his elegant meal, he will smile lazily in satisfaction.
“Why are you shaking?”
She trembled without realizing it as she was brought up to the table of a cannibalistic beast. He lifted Daphne's legs and placed her exposed bare legs on his shoulders.
“Ugh!”
Daphne gasped. He seemed to bury his lips in her calf, then bit it with his teeth. It was just as Daphne had expected. He bit her white calf with his teeth.
However, contrary to her imagination, it was not painful, but rather ticklish. Asherad's lips, which had been showering kisses on her calves, moved up her thighs.
Her breathing became wetter, perhaps because of the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. Was it because his lips were hot? Or was it because her body was hot? The area between her legs became hot.
Daphne's eyes became blurry. She didn't want to care about anything. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the pleasure. His soft lips stimulated her delicate flesh with his teeth.
The slurping tongue continued to stimulate her. Daphne twisted her waist. She had never thought she would be doing this to him here.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
Before she could dry it, his hands pulled down her wet underwear. Daphne's eyes widened. His face moved further up her thighs. His breath reached deeper inside her. And...
“Ah, ahhh!”
Something unexpected struck her. Instead of the sound of dishes clinking, a wet, obscene sound filled the restaurant.
Is it the final scream of prey, the sweet cry of coquetry, or simply the final scream of one who has given up everything helplessly?
The only certain thing was that the tablecloth was a crumpled mess, and Daphne had tried her best to keep her legs crossed.
But Asherad would not allow it, and Daphne eventually screamed and twisted her back.
Her face was hot. It was a strong pleasure that made her head feel like it was going to burst. Tears flowed from Daphne’s eyes. Asherad lifted his mouth from there and stared into Daphne’s eyes. He ran his thumb over her trembling lips.
She was still out of breath.
“Was it that good?”
A smiling voice is heard. Daphne doesn't answer. In fact, he probably didn't expect an answer either.
Daphne knew what was coming to her. She heard the sound of the cloth she was wearing falling and felt her skin rubbing against it. Without saying a word, he pushed her open and entered.
"Ugh!"
No matter how ready she was to accept him, it was still difficult to accept him. There was no pain, but she bit her lip to catch her breath.
He began to move back and forth inside her, slippery inside. His leisurely movements, as if enjoying a meal, changed into rough ones when Daphne turned her head away and covered her eyes with her arms as if avoiding eye contact.
The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh grew louder.
Asherad raised his hand and pulled Daphne's arm down. At the same time, Askeladd's hand tore the chest of Daphne's fine dress.
A soft, white lump of flesh bulged out. He buried his face in her chest and bit the tip again. It seemed like punishment for trying to cover her face with her hand.
“Ah, aang!”
The mind that had been paralyzed from the beginning disappeared even more. Daphne closed her eyes. Right now, she just, just, didn't want to think about anything.
“I love you, Daphne.”
Asherad whispered sweetly. How fleeting is the affection we hold for our prey?
Before he could enjoy the aftertaste, he ran to Daphne again, saying he was hungry. Why does this person only do this to me? Is this what love is like?
“So, if you run away again, I won’t let you go.”
“...”
“I won’t leave you alone.”
“...”
“So I love you.”
Askelad whispered through his teeth. The word love was a bondage. She accepted him, swaying beneath him.
***
Kalista wanted to scream. Her mouth was constantly filled with profanity. She could hear the wet sound coming from the dining room.
There were no beasts, really. But what bothered her ears was Daphne's moans of pleasure.
It didn't matter what Daphne was thinking. It was Asherad who was preoccupied with mixing flesh and not eating, but Kalista was trembling.
Almost every day, Kalista and Asherad had breakfast together. However, Kalista was indignant that he took the woman to breakfast and did not invite her.
How dare you let an adult of the royal family dine alone? Actually, if you ask whether Kalista is an 'adult', then she is not. Anyway, Kalista thought so and planned to barge into breakfast.
Ever since she heard the words 'Shut up' in front of Duke Turbol and that woman, Kalista's mind went to hell.
However, Kalista was willing to forgive Asherad. Wasn't that the situation? It was right to show the Duke that she was keeping her distance from him.
Asherad has always shown that he loves and cherishes Kalista. Even if he treats her with a sharp face, he says it is a political show.
So Kalista was hurt, but she decided to ignore it. She hoped Asherad would comfort her, but he did not come.
This is Asherad crossing the line.
So she decided to attend the breakfast and point out each and every one of those lowly government's manners so that she would never dare come here again.
It was a 'territorial marking' she came up with.
But the sound coming from the restaurant's entrance was clearly the sound of copulation. Kalista's face turned red. It was a strange sense of humiliation.
She was looking at the scene of the mess through the crack in the door. A man was roughly holding a woman lying on the table. Asherad was dressed in immaculate clothes, but his neatly combed hair fell down at his rough gesture.
A face dripping with sweat, a lust for the woman lying beneath him. A flush on his neat and white face. A rough and wild waist movement that is usually unthinkable.
Kalista looked at Asherad with a blank expression, forgetting both contempt and jealousy. It wasn't shameful.
Asherad, holding the woman, was certainly beautiful.
The suppressed moan coming from her slightly parted mouth was more obscene than disgusting. Kalista imagined the man suppressing her.
Imagine that arrogant and elegant man losing all reason and becoming self-absorbed. Just like that, without any dignity or manners, he becomes a beast...
But now, Asherad was holding Daphne. It was an insult to Kalista to see him so disheveled in front of a mere maid.
She had a so-called positive side, interpreting this great jealousy and insult in a good way for herself.
"No way..."
Surely that's it?
Kalista swallowed again. If nothing else, they had breakfast together. Breakfast with Kalista meant that much to Asherad.
The fact that such an Asherad is holding that lowly thing at breakfast could mean that he is actually taking out on that lowly thing what he wanted to do to her. That maid is just a tool for his desires.
Yeah, that makes sense.
She's sure the kiss wasn't for nothing.
If you don't like such arrogant people, you will never do it. How many signals has Asherad sent to Kalista? A subtle wink. A smile. A hand gesture.
‘You don’t have to do that...’
Kalista looked at Asherad and thought. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do. She was so envious of that man.
By the way, Kalista ground her teeth and abandoned the thought of the helpless man.
However, she did not want to leave that lowly woman alone. Daphne's presence was too irritating and dangerous.
What should I do? How can I throw her into the abyss? How can I get rid of that woman?
Kalista's eyes took on a cold glow.
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