The early afternoon light streamed in through large windows with colorful glass. Inside the luxurious bedroom, draped in thin curtains, several candles burned to ward off the damp.
The sound of low-hanging clouds colliding with each other and the light swaying across the curtains gave the impression of being underwater. Diara, who was looking out the window in wonder, suddenly remembered something and asked the maid beside her.
“You said the rainy season lasts three months?”
“Yes, Princess. But it will still be two months before it rains.”
The beginning of the rainy season. The first phase of the three-month desert rainy season was just beginning. Over the next few weeks, clouds would gather from across the continent, towering over the imperial palace.
Layers of dense fog block the sun and increase humidity. As the heavy sky begins to shed raindrops, the rainy season begins in earnest.
A month of rain? I'd never heard of such a thing. As she was thinking that by then, the entire red desert would be a sea of water, the maid serving tea spoke with a puzzled expression.
“Does the snack not suit your taste?”
“Yeah. No. I was just thinking about it.”
It seemed the maid was bothered by the fact that the snacks hadn't dwindled as she gazed out the window. Diara smiled and shook her head at the lively maid's question. The maid who had been assigned to attend to Diara in place of the seriously injured chief maid was named Matali, and she was only five or six years older than Diara.
“If you need anything, please let me know.”
Diara stared blankly at Matali, who spoke so often. How could Cardion be so kind to even his maids? At times like these, she felt as if she were some kind, precious being.
How many nights had passed since her first day in the palace? Ever since she'd decided to become Empress, Diara had been determined. She'd studied all night with the formidable maid in charge of education, and even if she occasionally received harsh scoldings, she couldn't help it.
If she could avoid disappointing him, she'd gladly accept a whip or a cane. That was her resolve, but it seemed she had been gravely mistaken.
Rahikan's words that all she had to do was eat what was given to her were the truth, without any exaggeration.
From that very evening, he kept his promise. After performing the ritual of imprinting the snake seal, she awoke from a weary sleep to a cascade of jewels and garments. Pure white pearls, deep blue jade, and blood-red ruby colored the room like a rainbow. The gold ornaments on the fluttering fabrics gleamed like the sun.
"Stop it. This is too much. I'll stop watching, Your Majesty."
Even with her eyes closed, her eyelids stung. She covered them with her hand, and Rahikan put a honey-covered cookie in her mouth.
"That's because you're rushing too much. Don't be so impatient. Take your time and look around while you eat. It's all yours anyway."
The voice that was speaking was so pleasant that she couldn't refuse.
Thin, light clothes, as thin as wings, piled up to the ceiling. With only one body, what could possibly be done with all that? Even if she wore different clothes every day and night, she felt like she never had to wear the same thing all year long.
Following the clothing came the accessories. From head to neck, waist, and even to the extremities of each limb, a dazzling array of jewels dangled from her head. Nothing so dazzling had ever been seen or heard of. Even the jewels of her father's most beloved concubine were no match for these.
The extravagance, so extreme that even the word "excessive" is inadequate, evokes a sense of guilt. The anecdote about a man crushed to death by gold coins due to excessive greed rang alarm bells in her head.
He smiled with utter satisfaction as she walked slowly, covered in jewels, her whole body sagging, and fell.
"Why don't you just walk on all fours like a dog? I think it'd be cuter that way."
"Your Majesty...!"
"Come here, Lara."
Rahikan called Diara with a gesture and voice like calling a puppy. All the maids heard him. They had only covered their eyes with towels while undressing and dressing her, but their ears were open.
Still, she couldn't refuse the hand he extended with a smile. She had no choice but to crawl on all fours to her feet. As she slowly buried her forehead in his tangled knees, she heard a low laugh from up high.
"I didn't tell you to crawl. You're so kind."
Kisses rained down on her weeping face. The sound of the maids retreating was urgent. Her naked body was rubbed and pushed against the cold, hard jewels, teasing her. As she held onto the lustful man, the ornaments on her wrists and ankles clanked like chains.
After a long, drawn-out meal, she inevitably finds herself munching on finely chopped food. Even if she just sliced it into fingernail-sized pieces, she couldn't chew. Rahikan, holding her face as she groaned in annoyance, chewed the meat himself and fed it to her.
"A brat."
It had long been too late to even dare to refute the teasing remarks.
"You're the only one who can serve the Emperor."
Rahikan thrust his tongue into her lips, which were at a loss for words. The juicy tongue tasted sweet and tingly.
Of course, that wasn't all Rahikan had to offer Diara. He was just as eager to fill her lower mouth as he was her upper.
Day and night, his lust raged without pause. Lost in pleasure, she swayed wildly, consuming what he fed her, and slept until she was completely exhausted. She'd drift off to sleep, wrapped in a soft, cloud-like blanket, only to wake to the sensation of his penis burrowing beneath her, and a sharp voice would grip her chin.
"Why are you awake already? Sleep more."
Dreamlike, affectionate hands strangled her neck, then caressed her chest, waist, and stomach. The man's hands, kneading every nook and cranny as if it were his own, were skillful. All she had to do was lie comfortably and spread her legs. When he poured thick saliva into her parched mouth, Diara closed her eyes and drank it down like water.
In the midst of the rain of luxury and pleasure, there was never a day when the waters, both above and below, dried up. Her body, gorged on love, grew fat by the day. Her rosy hair, reaching down to her hips, shimmered even without combing, and her breasts and thighs swelled plumply, accentuating her slender neck and waist.
These were such luxurious days that she was afraid she might actually get struck by lightning.
One day, two days, several more days and nights passed like that. As her body and mind gradually adjusted to the hectic pace of daily life, it wasn't long before she suddenly felt something strange.
Does Rahikan sleep? No, let alone sleep, does he even rest properly?
Come to think of it, she couldn't even remember the last time she saw him sleep after entering the palace. Unlike her, who would fall asleep as soon as she lay her head down after staying up all night, he never slept through the night.
Of course, Diara knew very well that the circumstances of the Emperor of the Empire were different from her own, who lived and played under his care.
He'd have a long line of ministers to meet, and a mountain of work to read and process. So, he couldn't afford to sit back and relax forever. Just thinking about her father, who'd complained about the mountain of piling up government affairs, made her realize the throne wasn't exactly an easy position.
Now that she thinks about it, she remembers often smelling the outside air on his shoulder. Perhaps Rahikan had been doing something else while she was asleep.
“Matali, is His Majesty always this busy?”
"It's the rainy season these days, so he must have a lot of work to do. He also has to prepare for the memorial service, and since it's been so many years since he returned to the palace, he must be even busier."
According to Matali, preparations for the upcoming memorial service have made the Cardion Palace the busiest time of the year. Diara smiled bitterly at the explanation that not only the Emperor, but everyone from the elders to the maids, servants, and even the lowest servants are overworked, with work three or four times their usual workload.
"I see..."
Everyone is so busy that she feels guilty just sitting around, prickling her chest like a needle.
Even if it's just a small thing, it would be nice if she could be of some help. Of course, there's no way someone like her could do anything. Hopefully, she won't get into trouble if she steps up and does something unnecessary...
Diara, who was fiddling with her teacup to hide her sinking emotions, sighed softly.
“If only I could at least offer tea to His Majesty like Matali did to me.”
“Would you like to offer tea to His Majesty?”
Since she hadn't expected a response, Diara didn't immediately understand Matali's words. "Yew?" she asked, raising her head. Matali asked in a clearer, more distinct voice.
“Shall I have the maid prepare tea for His Majesty’s office?”
The tone was casual, as if she were asking, "Would you like some more refreshments?" Diara's heart pounded at the sudden suggestion. It had been a casual remark, but upon reflection, she realized it wouldn't be a bad idea for her to take on that responsibility.
“Uh... Is that so?”
"Is that okay?" She asked, her face flushed slightly. Matali smiled brightly and rose from her seat. Soon, a bell rang, summoning the maid, and the order came down to bring in refreshments, fruit, tea, and teacups for His Majesty the Emperor.
“...”
Diara, standing in front of the office, stared up at the tightly closed door with a distant expression as if looking up at a castle wall.
The sight of a golden sun blazing above the tall, massive gate was overwhelming. The soldiers lined up on both sides of the gate, all clad in gleaming golden armor, saluted in unison upon spotting Diara, giving the impression of a stone statue saluting.
Perhaps it was because she was so overwhelmed. Diara felt more like a criminal entering a courtroom than like someone who had come to the office to pick up tea. Her heart sank, though she hadn't committed a single crime, and her hands, clutching her skirt, became sweaty.
As she forced herself to breathe to relieve the tension, the pressure on her already tight chest intensified. It was the uncomfortable clothes.
Before heading to his office, Diara chose the most modest and elegant outfit she owned. If possible, something that concealed any skin and didn't flap or flap when she walked or sat. Her completely covered body felt like it was trapped in a fabric prison, making it difficult to breathe.
“If you are ready, shall I tell His Majesty?”
“Yes, just a moment.”
Diara quickly grabbed Matali and stopped her as she tried to wink at the servant.
“Matali, how do I look now?”
Diara asked, pointing to the clothes she was wearing. The anxiety in her voice drew Matali's gaze back to Diara.
The Red Princess, as always, was as beautiful as a flower. Her curly hair flowed long and thin, flowing fabric fell to her ankles and flowed gently over her feet. The deep green robe, which covered her from neck to ankle, exuded an air of elegance yet asceticism.
“You are as elegant and beautiful as a newly bloomed rose.”
"Really?" Diara asked, lowering the corners of her eyes. Matali nodded with a more serious expression. Diara sighed deeply. She felt a little relieved, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. It was because of the underwear she was wearing, along with the uncomfortable clothes.
There was no way she could wear her usual underwear while wearing such a tight-fitting outfit. Not only was the fabric that hugged her body ragged and unsightly, but it was also uncomfortable to move around in.
What Matali handed to the troubled Diara was a pair of underwear that was embarrassing to look at. It was nothing more than a piece of jewelry, consisting of thin white strings with a single cloth cover the size of half a palm attached.
When she asked if there were any other options, she was told that the rule was that she shouldn't wear underwear when wearing such clothes. But she couldn't wear her usual low-cut, loose-fitting, yet incredibly revealing outfit. The bedroom might have been one thing, but the office was a problem.
And it wasn't just the underwear that was bothering her. Diara, who had been hesitating, spoke in a voice so small that only Matali could hear.
“Excuse me, Matali. I'm coming to see him like this without even calling him... It’s not really rude in Cardion, is it?”
“Yes, Princess. Let the Princess do whatever you wish. His Majesty himself has said so.”
She didn't know he gave such an order.
Diara's eyes fluttered briefly at her unexpected words, then dropped. Despite his surprisingly generous and affectionate demeanor, her heart felt heavy for some reason.
"No, that's not possible. You are absolutely not allowed to go to the office until His Majesty calls you." She even thought it would have been better if she had heard that. Then she could return to her cozy bedroom right now.
What on earth did I come all this way to do? Just looking for an excuse to go back.
Diara bit her lip in despair. Of course, she hadn't truly forgotten why she'd come here. She wanted to give Rahikan a rest. With her eyes open so early after such a long time, she wanted to do something special, something helpful to Rahikan.
It had seemed like a good idea when she was preparing tea with Matali, but when she actually changed clothes and stood in front of his door, her confidence dwindled.
In the first place, she felt like it was presumptuous of her to even think about helping him. Even if he said "anything," she couldn't tell if something like this really fell under that category.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind: when, as a very young child, she had given her father a dried flower and been severely scolded. He had trembled as if he had been insulted, and had hurled a torrent of abuse at her for daring to offer a dried flower to the heavenly King.
Even aside from that, Diara's behavior was always like that. No matter how careful she was, she would eventually ruin everything. The maids who disciplined her said it was because she was naturally dull and lazy.
He might frown at her for being such a bother.
What if I interrupt him in the middle of his busy schedule and he gets angry? Would I be able to keep from bursting into tears? Would I be able to walk away, pretending nothing happened, and not be hurt? Please, don't act so foolishly.
Diara squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, as the bad memories continued to swirl around her. No matter what, she couldn't just go back like a fool after coming all this way.
"I'll just serve him some tea and leave. It'll only take a moment." Diara finally stepped toward him, her heart pounding.
“Are you here?”
As she opened the door, Rahikan asked in a low voice, as if he had known she would come.
The gaze he was seeing across the large desk was strangely heated. Seeing him in his uniform after such a long time made Diara so nervous that her mind went blank.
"The great desert sun, I greet Your Majesty the Emperor," she said, contemplating whether to bow down and say, "Your Majesty," or simply smile as usual, "Your Majesty," and missed the chance to greet him. As she left the tea the maid had brought, placing it on the tea table, she felt sweat trickle down her back.
“I, uh... I went and brought the tea...”
“You came at a good time. I was going to call you anyway.”
"Yes, yes?"
You were going to call me? His Majesty? A dumbfounded face turned to him at the unexpected reaction. He bent down, shuffling through a stack of papers, then set them down with a loud thud.
He stretched out his arms, stretching them out, and then his long legs slid diagonally across the floor. He leaned against the desk and gestured for her to come closer.
"The weather is fucking awful, so I need to focus on it. That's why I was hoping you could help me out."
“Me?”
"Yes."
Rahikan didn't even bother to ask her to bring him tea, as if he hadn't intended to. The woman hesitantly approached him, but her wrist was grabbed, and Diara, muttering, was dragged toward his desk.
On a desk wide and sturdy enough for three or four adult men to lie down, there were various books, documents, and leather-bound letters written in the Imperial language.
He roughly pushed the things aside as if they were annoying clutter and then lightly placed Diara on the desk.
A hot sensation radiated from Rahikan, who had come closer. The moment her head began to dim from the man's scent, his lips tilted and covered hers.
“Yeah...”
A hot tongue savagely delved into her mouth. The kiss, which began with a rush and roughness, gradually became more intense, accompanied by moans. The man's tongue, which had been poking her throat as if exhausted, gently released itself and entangled with her throbbing tongue.
As the kiss continued, Diara's upper body gradually tilted backward. Her body, which had been falling along with his as she leaned forward, finally collapsed completely on the desk.
“Spread it out.”
“Huh...?”
“Spread your legs like this. Quickly.”
A low, slurping sound licked her wet lips. At his urging, Diara unsteadily spread her legs. Her knees, which had been clinging together, slowly parted, and the fabric rolled up, revealing her smooth thighs.
“Ah, uh, uh... Ahhhh...”
As soon as she lifted her skirt, something thick and hot came in from below, poking between her legs.
Diara shuddered slightly at the feeling of the large glans poking and piercing her flesh. The man's penis, which she had been sucking and shaking until dawn, felt both burdensome and familiar.
The thrusts, from head to root, filled her stomach. Diara moaned, "Ugh, ugh," to the rhythm of the thrusts. A thin sheet of paper rustled beneath her tense buttocks.
“Ha... I think I’ll survive.”
“Ah, uh, uh, ah...!”
Looking down, a startling sight appeared before her eyes. What she was sitting on was a petition addressed to the Emperor. Diara's eyes widened in confusion as she noticed it.
“Yeah, uh, just a moment...”
Diara twisted her waist and pressed against his chest. The cum she'd received that morning was still pooled inside her. With each thrust and scrape, there was no way to stop the cum from spilling out.
A hole opened with a cracking sound in the fleshy pillar poking deep inside, and a creamy white mass flowed out through the gap between the interlocking flesh. Moist paper clung to her bottom, clinging soggily.
“Ah, if you, if you stab me like that... yeah, it’s, overflowing, yeah...!”
Since this petition was submitted to him, it must contain important information. After he signs it, his officials might circulate it. Even if the paper is soaked in the liquid, the marks won't be erased. It'll probably smell, too.
If that happens, everyone will know who did it. She'll be the only one in the world who dares to sit on the Emperor's petition and do such a lewd and extravagant thing.
Just the fleeting thought of it made her insides burn with shame. Rahikan opened her trembling, curled knees wide.
“So, close your pussy tightly so it doesn’t overflow.”
Unlike Diara, who was fidgeting, his voice was relaxed. Pressing his lips against the aforementioned cheek, Rahikan smiled, the corners of his mouth widening.
“That’s your job.”
“Job, job?”
“It’s a wife’s job to take care of her husband’s mind and body and make him comfortable. Isn’t that right?”
“Ugh, uh, uh...”
“So you are working now.”
Diara looked up at Rahikan, who was kissing her cheek, with cloudy eyes.
Does that mean you are not feeling at ease in body and mind right now?
Come to think of it, the atmosphere in Rahikan seemed to have changed strangely with the arrival of the rainy season. She couldn't quite put it into words, as she lacked the eloquence to describe it, but it felt like something was standing still. Like a beast entering enemy territory, its mane bristling. A tension not found in the oasis enveloped his skin like an invisible membrane.
While Diara was concerned about Rahikan's changed mood, she didn't actually dislike it. The man's calm gaze, his sharp nerves, evoked a strange excitement. It was like seeing a male in heat, agitated.
“What are you thinking, staring at me like that?”
Diara was snapped out of her reverie by the man's kiss. A male in heat? How could she use such a vulgar metaphor for her husband? She shook her head, as if shaking off the lewd thoughts.
"It hurts?"
“Yeah, no.”
"Then."
With their lips pressed together, he rubbed the inside of her vagina. The rich, squelchy sensation, releasing her from deep within, sent shivers down her temples. Ah, so good... Diara let out a sharp breath, feeling her entire body relax just from the rubbing.
She licked his tongue and stroked the man's cheeks with both hands. She caressed his eyes, which had become sharper and more defined, as if he'd lost a bit of weight, and whispered worriedly.
“Well, yeah, I was wondering if it was okay to keep doing this. It’s still daytime, and this isn’t a bedroom or anything... Ugh, yeah... I was wondering if you were pushing yourself too hard...”
“What are you talking about?”
He laughed as if he couldn't believe it.
“Who came all the way here to wag their tail?”
The back of her neck felt hot as she saw him frowning and smiling.
"It's a misunderstanding, Your Majesty. I came here because I really wanted to help Your Majesty."
This isn't what she came here for. If she keeps going like this, won't she just seem like a spoiled, suspicious woman who's always trying to coerce her busy husband into giving her affections? Feeling aggrieved by the misunderstanding, Diara bit her lip.
“Really, really, Your Majesty. I... Ah!”
“Yes, please.”
The excuses didn't last long. He paused for a moment, then began to move his hips, a thrilling sensation surging through him. He slowly withdrew, thrusting deep inside.
Her mouth fell open habitually as something heavy pressed against her stomach. Diara hastily raised her hand to muffle the groan that was rising to the tip of her chin.
“Get your hands off your mouth.”
Diara shook her head.
“Why, who would hear you whining while being fucked?”
“Ahhh...!”
He pressed his lower body a little closer. Something soft touched the tip of his penis, which had dug into the flesh, spreading it open. It was the mouth of the uterus, round and soft, resembling a man's glans.
He rubbed it over her and then dug in from behind. The woman's face contorted in an instant with a soft moan. Rahikan, who had inserted himself into a gap rather than a passage hidden behind her convex cervix, sighed languidly. The hole, which twitched and twitched on its own just by being bitten, felt good.
Diara's face flushed bright red as he thrust deeply and shallowly into her vagina. Short, clipped moans escaped through the gap between her fingers, matching his movements. He stared intently at her face as she desperately tried to suppress her screams.
The subtle flinching on her face, as if enduring pain, was strangely arousing. At times like this, Diara looked like an innocent woman offering her vagina for a man's amusement.
Her first night with her beloved husband. She seemed like a sweet wife, enduring merciless fucking. Every time he rubbed her hot spot, her trembling eyelashes were a hint of shame.
Of course, despite her innocent face, it wasn't pain she was suppressing. If it weren't for the flesh clinging so tightly to him every time he poked her, he might have misunderstood.
His gaze fell on the woman's vagina. Her hole, stretched out from biting the pillar, was gasping for breath. Unlike her neat upper lip, her gaping lower lip didn't know how to swallow pleasure. The gap was unbearably stimulating. He laughed, sucking and thrusting his cock in and out, making a squeaking sound.
“It’s so noisy, so covering your mouth will block out the noise.”
“Ugh, uh, uh, yeah...”
“They’ll give you a hole, but they won’t let you take off your clothes. Anyway, you’re a very virtuous Princess, so you have to be very careful about what other people think.”
"Aren't you going to let go?" When she stubbornly resisted the question, Rahikan raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm."
"Well, then, try hard. Practicing eating secretly is also good. You can do it anywhere, just by lifting your skirt."
He scratched the nipples that protruded above the fabric with his fingertips. "Ugh," her body trembled slightly, letting out a shallow breath.
His lips, brushing against the tightly wrapped nape of her neck, reached her plump breasts. His tongue, thrusting out of his mouth, began to lick the apex.
He licked the area with his tongue, sweeping it upwards like a feline washing itself, then stuck his teeth out and chewed. The thin fabric became soaked with his saliva.
“Ah... hmm, then my clothes will get wet.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you some more.”
That's not what she's worried about. Before she could even refute him, the hand that had been gently pushing against her was simply restrained. A sense of danger crept over her as the hand bound above her head, but then a wet kiss licked her tilted lips, and her thoughts were swept away.
As her clothes soaked through, the peak he was teasing grew harder and harder. A tingling, ticklish sensation spread through her. Diara writhed and groaned.
“Uh, uh...”
As her clothes became completely soaked, the friction intensified. Her nipples, rubbed and pushed, felt numb. She timidly twisted her waist, trying to avoid the sore spot, but it was no use. Rahikan doggedly bit and sucked on just one spot, as if he were torturing her.
The pleasure that had been building up layer by layer with the persistent and relentless caress began to waver precariously. Lukewarm saliva seeped into the fabric in circular motions. Each time hot lips touched her quickly cooled skin, and each time a warm tongue licked the cooled spot, a slight shiver ran through her body.
“Now, uh, yeah... stop now...”
Diara felt a sense of crisis, as if a loud moan was about to burst out. She wanted to cover her mouth, but her wrist, unmoving under his grip, was frustrating. The moment she called out, "Your Majesty," her nipple was bitten harshly.
“Don’t move. You’re practicing patience.”
“Ah, ahhh.”
“Shh, don’t make any noise.”
And again, the brutal, repetitive caressing began. Swish, swish. The sound of a red tongue swishing across the wet cloth was clearly audible.
She felt something hot surge from within. She tried to stop it by squeezing her lower body, and the shape of a heavy penis became vivid. The sensation of the glans throbbing and pounding against her abdomen was enticing. She couldn't help but feel the throbbing of her vaginal walls, as if they were quivering with anticipation.
But he didn't shake it, just left it there, and she became increasingly anxious and lost. When she tried to rub it, moving her hips in frustration, he pressed down on her waist.
“I told you to be quiet.”
“Haaak!”
With a snap, the fist-sized glans plunged deep into her vagina. Diara's neck snapped in a sharp curve as her uterus, pushed to its limit, seemed poised to snap.
Her eyes and mouth gaped wide beneath her raised chin. Trapped in tight clothing, her body felt suffocated from the inside, making it impossible to breathe. She felt like her insides were going to burst.
Ah, ah. Diara was just gaping as if shr had become mute, but he opened her thighs wider and held them still so she couldn't move.
After confirming that she was as helpless as a frog on a skewer, he began to stroke and lick her nipples again. He turned his head and licked her breasts as if kissing them.
“Th, th, uh... Ha, Hak.”
Hak-hak, her body grew hotter and hotter with each shallow, choppy breath. Her skin, her insides vibrated along the gently swishing nipples.
Unable to move a single finger or toe, she sucked his throbbing member, her mouth the only thing free in her body, greedily sucking the man who had bound her.
The pussy, which was groaning and whimpering, but then clenching in protest when he didn't respond, didn't feel like her own. She felt hot water trickling down the trembling flesh that bit his penis. With nails driven into her wrists and lower body, it felt as if she had been stuffed alive. No, she felt like it had become a living creature.
Her nipples, hard as rocks, were erect, ready to burst through the fabric. Diara gasped as he played with them, pulling and releasing them with his mouth.
“Stop, ugh, that, stop, please...”
“Why am I stopping already? What did I do?”
Cook, even a light stab sent a shiver down her spine. The hole where his dick had been bitten spasmed, and a spurt of love juice poured out through the deep gap in her flesh.
“Ahhhh!”
As she moaned and groaned, he slowly pulled back the cock he had thrust deep into her. At the same time, jer wrists, which had been tied the entire time, were freed.
"I told you to be patient, but you're screaming like that just because I sucked your breasts. You're advertising it like this, saying you're fucking in broad daylight."
The man's lips brushed against her chin as he approached. His smiling face twisted into a contorted one as he fondled her wet chest with excitement.
“Well, that’s what you came here for, right?”
“No, no...”
“What, you didn’t come here to show me?”
“Yeah, uh.”
“Or what are these underwear?”
Rahikan bit his lip and laughed. Diara's face flushed as he burst into laughter, seemingly unable to contain his joy.
The bulge of fat jutting out from the side of her lace underwear gleamed. White silk strings, beneath the knot decorations on either side, tightly squeezed the red flesh.
“You came here with the intention of being eaten whole.”
Rahikan laughed, flicking the rope between her buttocks. The sensation of the rope hitting her anus was vivid. Her face flushed, as if she'd been spanked.
He gripped the triangular visor and began to rock his hips back and forth. The plump flesh clenched and released him, causing the butterfly knot to flutter.
As he jerked his hips upward, he gripped the rope like a horse's reins and pulled with a loud snapping sound. The rope, wedged between her bones, dug inward, pressing against her anus. As her pussy was thrust into him, her clenched asshole was rubbed and pushed, torn from side to side.
“Ah, ah! Don’t, don’t pull, ah! Ahhh!”
The friction from the tight, viciously shaking strings grew hotter and hotter. It felt like a fire was burning from her tailbone all the way to her sizzling anus and perineum.
Her legs, dangling beneath the desk, struggled for a foothold. Her canvas shoes flew off her struggling calves, revealing her bare, white feet. Her toes, as smooth as cat paws, touched the armrest of the chair. Her ten toes, spread wide, gripped the armrest as if grasping it with their hands.
Having found support, her body shifted into a more stable position, ready to receive the man. "Aang ang ang!" Following the short, resonant moans, her toes gave way, and the wooden chair rattled.
“Put your legs together and look up.”
“Haaa!”
“Yeah, that way it looks better.”
Instead of the shaved pubic hair, his hands grabbed her underwear and lifted it, causing her buttocks to rise. Her legs were spread wide, and the clothes, raised to her pelvis, made a loud ripping sound. He looked down at the woman's vagina, which was displayed before his nose, as if licking it.
Between her plump, fleshy thighs, her azalea-colored pussy was twitching and twitching, biting his cock. Not only was her vaginal opening wide enough to fit his shaft, but even the flesh inside, where the glans was embedded, seemed to fit perfectly around his cock.
With each pelvic twist, as if embarrassed by the gaze fixed upon her, a creaking sound emitted from the interlocking parts. From the ceaseless throbbing of her hole to the glances she glanced at through the gap between her hands. He growled at the sight, a sight so vicious it made his stomach churn.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to see me too?”
“Huh...”
“You came dressed so nicely, and now you’re worried whether it suits you?”
He laughed, clutching her cheek and biting it, trying to keep her head from turning. A groan flowed along the pillar that was crushing her.
Rahikan rubbed what he'd been holding against his flesh. He inserted the pole diagonally, spreading the flesh apart, and found the pistil, protruding as big as a pinky fingernail, and rubbed it mercilessly. "Ahhhh!" With a high-pitched moan, the woman's pelvis convulsed and twisted. The small piece of cloth was quickly soaked by the spurting fluid.
“Pretty. Bitchy, vulgar, and suits you so well.”
“Ah, ah! Aah! Aaaah!”
He, still holding her underwear, grabbed her buttocks. He held her soft buttocks with both hands and shook them up and down like kneading rice cake. His long fingers parted her cleavage and reached her asshole, heated by friction. It was an anus with hundreds of tightly interlocking folds.
He gently stroked the folds of flesh that felt so tight they were almost hard, then inserted a fingertip. Unlike the cozy, open front door, the hole, which had yet to receive a man, nipped his fingertip firmly.
With each thrust, her anus ate and spat out his index fingernail. Simultaneously, the pussy gripping his cock tightened. The pressure of his sucking, as if grasping it with a hand and pulling, felt like it was ripping her butt off. Squeeze, squeak. The embarrassing sound of their intercourse sounded like the pounding of rice cakes.
“Huh, hueuang...!”
Diara's waist arched dizzyingly. A short ejaculation followed.
A sour smell wafted from the fluid that had spilled out, drawing a line. It was like the scent of summer flowers, or a ripe, bursting plum. The scent of a female seducing a male dripped down his lower abdomen.
The sound of water dripping from her trembling buttocks filled the silence as his crimson uniform turned a deeper shade.
“Ha... damn it.”
Diara, who had only just regained consciousness after being swept away by the harsh insults, let out a soft sob. Her legs, which had been trembling against the armrests of the chair, fell limply. A cold breeze touched her bottom, which slumped to the floor. The water she had spilled soaked the desk and papers.
She was so absorbed in the feeling that she didn't even notice the desk getting soaked. She quickly raised her head and saw his eyes, squinting as he brushed his hair back from his forehead.
His frown, perhaps angry or troubled, appeared gray in the backlight. The rumble of thunder behind him made her heart sink.
Oh, I made a mistake.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, Your Majesty, ah...”
Her torso, trying to get up unsteadily, was pushed down. Her hands slammed against the desk, knocking the books and other items off.
He pushed Diara into the free space and lifted her wandering calves onto the desk. He bent both knees, pressed them together tightly, and spread her thighs wide.
“Hold your ankle.”
The completely subdued voice is sharp.
“I, I, that’s...”
"Hurry."
The urging voice sounded like a growl. Diara, who had been observing him closely, reluctantly applied pressure to the hand he was holding. As she grabbed each ankle, Rahikan began to lift his waist again.
His face shook as his blurred vision filled her eyes.
She couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong. Rahikan was clearly angry. Otherwise, the always kind and gentle man wouldn't be smiling and acting so terrifying. "Ugh, ugh," the bird's cries were drowned out by her moans, and a pang of pain pierced her chest.
Why is he angry? Because he couldn't stand the sound. Because she spilled water. Because the desk where he was working on important tasks was a mess. Because she left dirty marks where his subordinates might see, embarrassing him. Yes, that's why.
But it wasn't meant to be this way. Why did it end up like this in the first place? Because she chose the wrong clothes? Because she wore the wrong underwear? No, maybe she shouldn't have come to him in the first place?
"It's bitchy, it's shallow, and it suits you perfectly."
A voice mixed with laughter rang in her ears. With her going about like this, in such a lewd manner, it was understandable that Rahikan would misunderstand. So, she was being punished. The tips of her breasts, swaying along the ground beneath her, felt a chill.
“Lara.”
“Ahhhh, ahh! Huh, huh, ahh, ahh.”
She couldn't answer the calls. Moans kept coming out between her sobs.
Even in the midst of all this, the hot, ticklish sensation beneath her skin, constantly being rubbed and swiped, was unbearable. It shouldn't feel good, but it does. She even wishes he'd shake her a little harder. Her waist, swaying uncontrollably, was completely beyond my control.
As Rahikan had said, she was clearly a hopeless, slutty bitch. Wanting to help him was just an excuse, and perhaps she had been trying to seduce him from the beginning without even realizing it.
Just looking at Rahikan made the space between her legs feel damp, so maybe he was right. No, he was right. Otherwise, she wouldn't be shaking her butt as punishment.
It's a mess. She's ruined everything again. The uncontrollable pleasure overflowed, and the sorrow overcame her. Diara burst into tears, her vagina throbbing.
“Yes, I was wrong, uh, uh, uh! Ah, uh, uh! Well, I didn’t know...!”
She wept, thrusting her clitoris right in front of his eyes. She didn't want to be hated, but she didn't know what to do. Under his bright, sun-like gaze, no matter how hard she tried, there was no way to hide her shameful, lewd appearance. She couldn't even hide the vulgar sobs she shed beneath him.
The flesh, sucker-like, clung to his rapidly moving penis, squeaked obscenely. Her thighs, spread apart, slapped against his pelvis with pleasure. Sweaty soles clung to the desk, supporting her swaying body. Diara buried her eyes in his wrist.
“Did you do something wrong?”
“Yes, yes, ah, Your Majesty.”
The man's face, flushed red as if it had been dyed with flower water, was rubbing her eyes against his wrist as she cried. Her face, flushed to the point of blushing down to her round ear, seemed to be covered with one hand.
She swallowed as tears flowed down his wrist. Whatever it was, the tears that soaked her cheeks were as obscene as the water flowing down her face.
He turned her tightly shut face to look at him. He kissed her distorted eyes a few times, her sniffling nose a few times, and her voice, sobbing sobbing so heartbreakingly, rose and fell like a song.
“What did you do wrong? Tell me.”
“Ah, aah...”
“Yeah.”
The sound of low-hanging clouds colliding with each other and the light swaying across the curtains gave the impression of being underwater. Diara, who was looking out the window in wonder, suddenly remembered something and asked the maid beside her.
“You said the rainy season lasts three months?”
“Yes, Princess. But it will still be two months before it rains.”
The beginning of the rainy season. The first phase of the three-month desert rainy season was just beginning. Over the next few weeks, clouds would gather from across the continent, towering over the imperial palace.
Layers of dense fog block the sun and increase humidity. As the heavy sky begins to shed raindrops, the rainy season begins in earnest.
A month of rain? I'd never heard of such a thing. As she was thinking that by then, the entire red desert would be a sea of water, the maid serving tea spoke with a puzzled expression.
“Does the snack not suit your taste?”
“Yeah. No. I was just thinking about it.”
It seemed the maid was bothered by the fact that the snacks hadn't dwindled as she gazed out the window. Diara smiled and shook her head at the lively maid's question. The maid who had been assigned to attend to Diara in place of the seriously injured chief maid was named Matali, and she was only five or six years older than Diara.
“If you need anything, please let me know.”
Diara stared blankly at Matali, who spoke so often. How could Cardion be so kind to even his maids? At times like these, she felt as if she were some kind, precious being.
How many nights had passed since her first day in the palace? Ever since she'd decided to become Empress, Diara had been determined. She'd studied all night with the formidable maid in charge of education, and even if she occasionally received harsh scoldings, she couldn't help it.
If she could avoid disappointing him, she'd gladly accept a whip or a cane. That was her resolve, but it seemed she had been gravely mistaken.
Rahikan's words that all she had to do was eat what was given to her were the truth, without any exaggeration.
From that very evening, he kept his promise. After performing the ritual of imprinting the snake seal, she awoke from a weary sleep to a cascade of jewels and garments. Pure white pearls, deep blue jade, and blood-red ruby colored the room like a rainbow. The gold ornaments on the fluttering fabrics gleamed like the sun.
"Stop it. This is too much. I'll stop watching, Your Majesty."
Even with her eyes closed, her eyelids stung. She covered them with her hand, and Rahikan put a honey-covered cookie in her mouth.
"That's because you're rushing too much. Don't be so impatient. Take your time and look around while you eat. It's all yours anyway."
The voice that was speaking was so pleasant that she couldn't refuse.
Thin, light clothes, as thin as wings, piled up to the ceiling. With only one body, what could possibly be done with all that? Even if she wore different clothes every day and night, she felt like she never had to wear the same thing all year long.
Following the clothing came the accessories. From head to neck, waist, and even to the extremities of each limb, a dazzling array of jewels dangled from her head. Nothing so dazzling had ever been seen or heard of. Even the jewels of her father's most beloved concubine were no match for these.
The extravagance, so extreme that even the word "excessive" is inadequate, evokes a sense of guilt. The anecdote about a man crushed to death by gold coins due to excessive greed rang alarm bells in her head.
He smiled with utter satisfaction as she walked slowly, covered in jewels, her whole body sagging, and fell.
"Why don't you just walk on all fours like a dog? I think it'd be cuter that way."
"Your Majesty...!"
"Come here, Lara."
Rahikan called Diara with a gesture and voice like calling a puppy. All the maids heard him. They had only covered their eyes with towels while undressing and dressing her, but their ears were open.
Still, she couldn't refuse the hand he extended with a smile. She had no choice but to crawl on all fours to her feet. As she slowly buried her forehead in his tangled knees, she heard a low laugh from up high.
"I didn't tell you to crawl. You're so kind."
Kisses rained down on her weeping face. The sound of the maids retreating was urgent. Her naked body was rubbed and pushed against the cold, hard jewels, teasing her. As she held onto the lustful man, the ornaments on her wrists and ankles clanked like chains.
After a long, drawn-out meal, she inevitably finds herself munching on finely chopped food. Even if she just sliced it into fingernail-sized pieces, she couldn't chew. Rahikan, holding her face as she groaned in annoyance, chewed the meat himself and fed it to her.
"A brat."
It had long been too late to even dare to refute the teasing remarks.
"You're the only one who can serve the Emperor."
Rahikan thrust his tongue into her lips, which were at a loss for words. The juicy tongue tasted sweet and tingly.
Of course, that wasn't all Rahikan had to offer Diara. He was just as eager to fill her lower mouth as he was her upper.
Day and night, his lust raged without pause. Lost in pleasure, she swayed wildly, consuming what he fed her, and slept until she was completely exhausted. She'd drift off to sleep, wrapped in a soft, cloud-like blanket, only to wake to the sensation of his penis burrowing beneath her, and a sharp voice would grip her chin.
"Why are you awake already? Sleep more."
Dreamlike, affectionate hands strangled her neck, then caressed her chest, waist, and stomach. The man's hands, kneading every nook and cranny as if it were his own, were skillful. All she had to do was lie comfortably and spread her legs. When he poured thick saliva into her parched mouth, Diara closed her eyes and drank it down like water.
In the midst of the rain of luxury and pleasure, there was never a day when the waters, both above and below, dried up. Her body, gorged on love, grew fat by the day. Her rosy hair, reaching down to her hips, shimmered even without combing, and her breasts and thighs swelled plumply, accentuating her slender neck and waist.
These were such luxurious days that she was afraid she might actually get struck by lightning.
One day, two days, several more days and nights passed like that. As her body and mind gradually adjusted to the hectic pace of daily life, it wasn't long before she suddenly felt something strange.
Does Rahikan sleep? No, let alone sleep, does he even rest properly?
Come to think of it, she couldn't even remember the last time she saw him sleep after entering the palace. Unlike her, who would fall asleep as soon as she lay her head down after staying up all night, he never slept through the night.
Of course, Diara knew very well that the circumstances of the Emperor of the Empire were different from her own, who lived and played under his care.
He'd have a long line of ministers to meet, and a mountain of work to read and process. So, he couldn't afford to sit back and relax forever. Just thinking about her father, who'd complained about the mountain of piling up government affairs, made her realize the throne wasn't exactly an easy position.
Now that she thinks about it, she remembers often smelling the outside air on his shoulder. Perhaps Rahikan had been doing something else while she was asleep.
“Matali, is His Majesty always this busy?”
"It's the rainy season these days, so he must have a lot of work to do. He also has to prepare for the memorial service, and since it's been so many years since he returned to the palace, he must be even busier."
According to Matali, preparations for the upcoming memorial service have made the Cardion Palace the busiest time of the year. Diara smiled bitterly at the explanation that not only the Emperor, but everyone from the elders to the maids, servants, and even the lowest servants are overworked, with work three or four times their usual workload.
"I see..."
Everyone is so busy that she feels guilty just sitting around, prickling her chest like a needle.
Even if it's just a small thing, it would be nice if she could be of some help. Of course, there's no way someone like her could do anything. Hopefully, she won't get into trouble if she steps up and does something unnecessary...
Diara, who was fiddling with her teacup to hide her sinking emotions, sighed softly.
“If only I could at least offer tea to His Majesty like Matali did to me.”
“Would you like to offer tea to His Majesty?”
Since she hadn't expected a response, Diara didn't immediately understand Matali's words. "Yew?" she asked, raising her head. Matali asked in a clearer, more distinct voice.
“Shall I have the maid prepare tea for His Majesty’s office?”
The tone was casual, as if she were asking, "Would you like some more refreshments?" Diara's heart pounded at the sudden suggestion. It had been a casual remark, but upon reflection, she realized it wouldn't be a bad idea for her to take on that responsibility.
“Uh... Is that so?”
"Is that okay?" She asked, her face flushed slightly. Matali smiled brightly and rose from her seat. Soon, a bell rang, summoning the maid, and the order came down to bring in refreshments, fruit, tea, and teacups for His Majesty the Emperor.
***
“...”
Diara, standing in front of the office, stared up at the tightly closed door with a distant expression as if looking up at a castle wall.
The sight of a golden sun blazing above the tall, massive gate was overwhelming. The soldiers lined up on both sides of the gate, all clad in gleaming golden armor, saluted in unison upon spotting Diara, giving the impression of a stone statue saluting.
Perhaps it was because she was so overwhelmed. Diara felt more like a criminal entering a courtroom than like someone who had come to the office to pick up tea. Her heart sank, though she hadn't committed a single crime, and her hands, clutching her skirt, became sweaty.
As she forced herself to breathe to relieve the tension, the pressure on her already tight chest intensified. It was the uncomfortable clothes.
Before heading to his office, Diara chose the most modest and elegant outfit she owned. If possible, something that concealed any skin and didn't flap or flap when she walked or sat. Her completely covered body felt like it was trapped in a fabric prison, making it difficult to breathe.
“If you are ready, shall I tell His Majesty?”
“Yes, just a moment.”
Diara quickly grabbed Matali and stopped her as she tried to wink at the servant.
“Matali, how do I look now?”
Diara asked, pointing to the clothes she was wearing. The anxiety in her voice drew Matali's gaze back to Diara.
The Red Princess, as always, was as beautiful as a flower. Her curly hair flowed long and thin, flowing fabric fell to her ankles and flowed gently over her feet. The deep green robe, which covered her from neck to ankle, exuded an air of elegance yet asceticism.
“You are as elegant and beautiful as a newly bloomed rose.”
"Really?" Diara asked, lowering the corners of her eyes. Matali nodded with a more serious expression. Diara sighed deeply. She felt a little relieved, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. It was because of the underwear she was wearing, along with the uncomfortable clothes.
There was no way she could wear her usual underwear while wearing such a tight-fitting outfit. Not only was the fabric that hugged her body ragged and unsightly, but it was also uncomfortable to move around in.
What Matali handed to the troubled Diara was a pair of underwear that was embarrassing to look at. It was nothing more than a piece of jewelry, consisting of thin white strings with a single cloth cover the size of half a palm attached.
When she asked if there were any other options, she was told that the rule was that she shouldn't wear underwear when wearing such clothes. But she couldn't wear her usual low-cut, loose-fitting, yet incredibly revealing outfit. The bedroom might have been one thing, but the office was a problem.
And it wasn't just the underwear that was bothering her. Diara, who had been hesitating, spoke in a voice so small that only Matali could hear.
“Excuse me, Matali. I'm coming to see him like this without even calling him... It’s not really rude in Cardion, is it?”
“Yes, Princess. Let the Princess do whatever you wish. His Majesty himself has said so.”
She didn't know he gave such an order.
Diara's eyes fluttered briefly at her unexpected words, then dropped. Despite his surprisingly generous and affectionate demeanor, her heart felt heavy for some reason.
"No, that's not possible. You are absolutely not allowed to go to the office until His Majesty calls you." She even thought it would have been better if she had heard that. Then she could return to her cozy bedroom right now.
What on earth did I come all this way to do? Just looking for an excuse to go back.
Diara bit her lip in despair. Of course, she hadn't truly forgotten why she'd come here. She wanted to give Rahikan a rest. With her eyes open so early after such a long time, she wanted to do something special, something helpful to Rahikan.
It had seemed like a good idea when she was preparing tea with Matali, but when she actually changed clothes and stood in front of his door, her confidence dwindled.
In the first place, she felt like it was presumptuous of her to even think about helping him. Even if he said "anything," she couldn't tell if something like this really fell under that category.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind: when, as a very young child, she had given her father a dried flower and been severely scolded. He had trembled as if he had been insulted, and had hurled a torrent of abuse at her for daring to offer a dried flower to the heavenly King.
Even aside from that, Diara's behavior was always like that. No matter how careful she was, she would eventually ruin everything. The maids who disciplined her said it was because she was naturally dull and lazy.
He might frown at her for being such a bother.
What if I interrupt him in the middle of his busy schedule and he gets angry? Would I be able to keep from bursting into tears? Would I be able to walk away, pretending nothing happened, and not be hurt? Please, don't act so foolishly.
Diara squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, as the bad memories continued to swirl around her. No matter what, she couldn't just go back like a fool after coming all this way.
"I'll just serve him some tea and leave. It'll only take a moment." Diara finally stepped toward him, her heart pounding.
***
“Are you here?”
As she opened the door, Rahikan asked in a low voice, as if he had known she would come.
The gaze he was seeing across the large desk was strangely heated. Seeing him in his uniform after such a long time made Diara so nervous that her mind went blank.
"The great desert sun, I greet Your Majesty the Emperor," she said, contemplating whether to bow down and say, "Your Majesty," or simply smile as usual, "Your Majesty," and missed the chance to greet him. As she left the tea the maid had brought, placing it on the tea table, she felt sweat trickle down her back.
“I, uh... I went and brought the tea...”
“You came at a good time. I was going to call you anyway.”
"Yes, yes?"
You were going to call me? His Majesty? A dumbfounded face turned to him at the unexpected reaction. He bent down, shuffling through a stack of papers, then set them down with a loud thud.
He stretched out his arms, stretching them out, and then his long legs slid diagonally across the floor. He leaned against the desk and gestured for her to come closer.
"The weather is fucking awful, so I need to focus on it. That's why I was hoping you could help me out."
“Me?”
"Yes."
Rahikan didn't even bother to ask her to bring him tea, as if he hadn't intended to. The woman hesitantly approached him, but her wrist was grabbed, and Diara, muttering, was dragged toward his desk.
On a desk wide and sturdy enough for three or four adult men to lie down, there were various books, documents, and leather-bound letters written in the Imperial language.
He roughly pushed the things aside as if they were annoying clutter and then lightly placed Diara on the desk.
A hot sensation radiated from Rahikan, who had come closer. The moment her head began to dim from the man's scent, his lips tilted and covered hers.
“Yeah...”
A hot tongue savagely delved into her mouth. The kiss, which began with a rush and roughness, gradually became more intense, accompanied by moans. The man's tongue, which had been poking her throat as if exhausted, gently released itself and entangled with her throbbing tongue.
As the kiss continued, Diara's upper body gradually tilted backward. Her body, which had been falling along with his as she leaned forward, finally collapsed completely on the desk.
“Spread it out.”
“Huh...?”
“Spread your legs like this. Quickly.”
A low, slurping sound licked her wet lips. At his urging, Diara unsteadily spread her legs. Her knees, which had been clinging together, slowly parted, and the fabric rolled up, revealing her smooth thighs.
“Ah, uh, uh... Ahhhh...”
As soon as she lifted her skirt, something thick and hot came in from below, poking between her legs.
Diara shuddered slightly at the feeling of the large glans poking and piercing her flesh. The man's penis, which she had been sucking and shaking until dawn, felt both burdensome and familiar.
The thrusts, from head to root, filled her stomach. Diara moaned, "Ugh, ugh," to the rhythm of the thrusts. A thin sheet of paper rustled beneath her tense buttocks.
“Ha... I think I’ll survive.”
“Ah, uh, uh, ah...!”
Looking down, a startling sight appeared before her eyes. What she was sitting on was a petition addressed to the Emperor. Diara's eyes widened in confusion as she noticed it.
“Yeah, uh, just a moment...”
Diara twisted her waist and pressed against his chest. The cum she'd received that morning was still pooled inside her. With each thrust and scrape, there was no way to stop the cum from spilling out.
A hole opened with a cracking sound in the fleshy pillar poking deep inside, and a creamy white mass flowed out through the gap between the interlocking flesh. Moist paper clung to her bottom, clinging soggily.
“Ah, if you, if you stab me like that... yeah, it’s, overflowing, yeah...!”
Since this petition was submitted to him, it must contain important information. After he signs it, his officials might circulate it. Even if the paper is soaked in the liquid, the marks won't be erased. It'll probably smell, too.
If that happens, everyone will know who did it. She'll be the only one in the world who dares to sit on the Emperor's petition and do such a lewd and extravagant thing.
Just the fleeting thought of it made her insides burn with shame. Rahikan opened her trembling, curled knees wide.
“So, close your pussy tightly so it doesn’t overflow.”
Unlike Diara, who was fidgeting, his voice was relaxed. Pressing his lips against the aforementioned cheek, Rahikan smiled, the corners of his mouth widening.
“That’s your job.”
“Job, job?”
“It’s a wife’s job to take care of her husband’s mind and body and make him comfortable. Isn’t that right?”
“Ugh, uh, uh...”
“So you are working now.”
Diara looked up at Rahikan, who was kissing her cheek, with cloudy eyes.
Does that mean you are not feeling at ease in body and mind right now?
Come to think of it, the atmosphere in Rahikan seemed to have changed strangely with the arrival of the rainy season. She couldn't quite put it into words, as she lacked the eloquence to describe it, but it felt like something was standing still. Like a beast entering enemy territory, its mane bristling. A tension not found in the oasis enveloped his skin like an invisible membrane.
While Diara was concerned about Rahikan's changed mood, she didn't actually dislike it. The man's calm gaze, his sharp nerves, evoked a strange excitement. It was like seeing a male in heat, agitated.
“What are you thinking, staring at me like that?”
Diara was snapped out of her reverie by the man's kiss. A male in heat? How could she use such a vulgar metaphor for her husband? She shook her head, as if shaking off the lewd thoughts.
"It hurts?"
“Yeah, no.”
"Then."
With their lips pressed together, he rubbed the inside of her vagina. The rich, squelchy sensation, releasing her from deep within, sent shivers down her temples. Ah, so good... Diara let out a sharp breath, feeling her entire body relax just from the rubbing.
She licked his tongue and stroked the man's cheeks with both hands. She caressed his eyes, which had become sharper and more defined, as if he'd lost a bit of weight, and whispered worriedly.
“Well, yeah, I was wondering if it was okay to keep doing this. It’s still daytime, and this isn’t a bedroom or anything... Ugh, yeah... I was wondering if you were pushing yourself too hard...”
“What are you talking about?”
He laughed as if he couldn't believe it.
“Who came all the way here to wag their tail?”
The back of her neck felt hot as she saw him frowning and smiling.
"It's a misunderstanding, Your Majesty. I came here because I really wanted to help Your Majesty."
This isn't what she came here for. If she keeps going like this, won't she just seem like a spoiled, suspicious woman who's always trying to coerce her busy husband into giving her affections? Feeling aggrieved by the misunderstanding, Diara bit her lip.
“Really, really, Your Majesty. I... Ah!”
“Yes, please.”
The excuses didn't last long. He paused for a moment, then began to move his hips, a thrilling sensation surging through him. He slowly withdrew, thrusting deep inside.
Her mouth fell open habitually as something heavy pressed against her stomach. Diara hastily raised her hand to muffle the groan that was rising to the tip of her chin.
“Get your hands off your mouth.”
Diara shook her head.
“Why, who would hear you whining while being fucked?”
“Ahhh...!”
He pressed his lower body a little closer. Something soft touched the tip of his penis, which had dug into the flesh, spreading it open. It was the mouth of the uterus, round and soft, resembling a man's glans.
He rubbed it over her and then dug in from behind. The woman's face contorted in an instant with a soft moan. Rahikan, who had inserted himself into a gap rather than a passage hidden behind her convex cervix, sighed languidly. The hole, which twitched and twitched on its own just by being bitten, felt good.
Diara's face flushed bright red as he thrust deeply and shallowly into her vagina. Short, clipped moans escaped through the gap between her fingers, matching his movements. He stared intently at her face as she desperately tried to suppress her screams.
The subtle flinching on her face, as if enduring pain, was strangely arousing. At times like this, Diara looked like an innocent woman offering her vagina for a man's amusement.
Her first night with her beloved husband. She seemed like a sweet wife, enduring merciless fucking. Every time he rubbed her hot spot, her trembling eyelashes were a hint of shame.
Of course, despite her innocent face, it wasn't pain she was suppressing. If it weren't for the flesh clinging so tightly to him every time he poked her, he might have misunderstood.
His gaze fell on the woman's vagina. Her hole, stretched out from biting the pillar, was gasping for breath. Unlike her neat upper lip, her gaping lower lip didn't know how to swallow pleasure. The gap was unbearably stimulating. He laughed, sucking and thrusting his cock in and out, making a squeaking sound.
“It’s so noisy, so covering your mouth will block out the noise.”
“Ugh, uh, uh, yeah...”
“They’ll give you a hole, but they won’t let you take off your clothes. Anyway, you’re a very virtuous Princess, so you have to be very careful about what other people think.”
"Aren't you going to let go?" When she stubbornly resisted the question, Rahikan raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm."
"Well, then, try hard. Practicing eating secretly is also good. You can do it anywhere, just by lifting your skirt."
He scratched the nipples that protruded above the fabric with his fingertips. "Ugh," her body trembled slightly, letting out a shallow breath.
His lips, brushing against the tightly wrapped nape of her neck, reached her plump breasts. His tongue, thrusting out of his mouth, began to lick the apex.
He licked the area with his tongue, sweeping it upwards like a feline washing itself, then stuck his teeth out and chewed. The thin fabric became soaked with his saliva.
“Ah... hmm, then my clothes will get wet.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you some more.”
That's not what she's worried about. Before she could even refute him, the hand that had been gently pushing against her was simply restrained. A sense of danger crept over her as the hand bound above her head, but then a wet kiss licked her tilted lips, and her thoughts were swept away.
As her clothes soaked through, the peak he was teasing grew harder and harder. A tingling, ticklish sensation spread through her. Diara writhed and groaned.
“Uh, uh...”
As her clothes became completely soaked, the friction intensified. Her nipples, rubbed and pushed, felt numb. She timidly twisted her waist, trying to avoid the sore spot, but it was no use. Rahikan doggedly bit and sucked on just one spot, as if he were torturing her.
The pleasure that had been building up layer by layer with the persistent and relentless caress began to waver precariously. Lukewarm saliva seeped into the fabric in circular motions. Each time hot lips touched her quickly cooled skin, and each time a warm tongue licked the cooled spot, a slight shiver ran through her body.
“Now, uh, yeah... stop now...”
Diara felt a sense of crisis, as if a loud moan was about to burst out. She wanted to cover her mouth, but her wrist, unmoving under his grip, was frustrating. The moment she called out, "Your Majesty," her nipple was bitten harshly.
“Don’t move. You’re practicing patience.”
“Ah, ahhh.”
“Shh, don’t make any noise.”
And again, the brutal, repetitive caressing began. Swish, swish. The sound of a red tongue swishing across the wet cloth was clearly audible.
She felt something hot surge from within. She tried to stop it by squeezing her lower body, and the shape of a heavy penis became vivid. The sensation of the glans throbbing and pounding against her abdomen was enticing. She couldn't help but feel the throbbing of her vaginal walls, as if they were quivering with anticipation.
But he didn't shake it, just left it there, and she became increasingly anxious and lost. When she tried to rub it, moving her hips in frustration, he pressed down on her waist.
“I told you to be quiet.”
“Haaak!”
With a snap, the fist-sized glans plunged deep into her vagina. Diara's neck snapped in a sharp curve as her uterus, pushed to its limit, seemed poised to snap.
Her eyes and mouth gaped wide beneath her raised chin. Trapped in tight clothing, her body felt suffocated from the inside, making it impossible to breathe. She felt like her insides were going to burst.
Ah, ah. Diara was just gaping as if shr had become mute, but he opened her thighs wider and held them still so she couldn't move.
After confirming that she was as helpless as a frog on a skewer, he began to stroke and lick her nipples again. He turned his head and licked her breasts as if kissing them.
“Th, th, uh... Ha, Hak.”
Hak-hak, her body grew hotter and hotter with each shallow, choppy breath. Her skin, her insides vibrated along the gently swishing nipples.
Unable to move a single finger or toe, she sucked his throbbing member, her mouth the only thing free in her body, greedily sucking the man who had bound her.
The pussy, which was groaning and whimpering, but then clenching in protest when he didn't respond, didn't feel like her own. She felt hot water trickling down the trembling flesh that bit his penis. With nails driven into her wrists and lower body, it felt as if she had been stuffed alive. No, she felt like it had become a living creature.
Her nipples, hard as rocks, were erect, ready to burst through the fabric. Diara gasped as he played with them, pulling and releasing them with his mouth.
“Stop, ugh, that, stop, please...”
“Why am I stopping already? What did I do?”
Cook, even a light stab sent a shiver down her spine. The hole where his dick had been bitten spasmed, and a spurt of love juice poured out through the deep gap in her flesh.
“Ahhhh!”
As she moaned and groaned, he slowly pulled back the cock he had thrust deep into her. At the same time, jer wrists, which had been tied the entire time, were freed.
"I told you to be patient, but you're screaming like that just because I sucked your breasts. You're advertising it like this, saying you're fucking in broad daylight."
The man's lips brushed against her chin as he approached. His smiling face twisted into a contorted one as he fondled her wet chest with excitement.
“Well, that’s what you came here for, right?”
“No, no...”
“What, you didn’t come here to show me?”
“Yeah, uh.”
“Or what are these underwear?”
Rahikan bit his lip and laughed. Diara's face flushed as he burst into laughter, seemingly unable to contain his joy.
The bulge of fat jutting out from the side of her lace underwear gleamed. White silk strings, beneath the knot decorations on either side, tightly squeezed the red flesh.
“You came here with the intention of being eaten whole.”
Rahikan laughed, flicking the rope between her buttocks. The sensation of the rope hitting her anus was vivid. Her face flushed, as if she'd been spanked.
He gripped the triangular visor and began to rock his hips back and forth. The plump flesh clenched and released him, causing the butterfly knot to flutter.
As he jerked his hips upward, he gripped the rope like a horse's reins and pulled with a loud snapping sound. The rope, wedged between her bones, dug inward, pressing against her anus. As her pussy was thrust into him, her clenched asshole was rubbed and pushed, torn from side to side.
“Ah, ah! Don’t, don’t pull, ah! Ahhh!”
The friction from the tight, viciously shaking strings grew hotter and hotter. It felt like a fire was burning from her tailbone all the way to her sizzling anus and perineum.
Her legs, dangling beneath the desk, struggled for a foothold. Her canvas shoes flew off her struggling calves, revealing her bare, white feet. Her toes, as smooth as cat paws, touched the armrest of the chair. Her ten toes, spread wide, gripped the armrest as if grasping it with their hands.
Having found support, her body shifted into a more stable position, ready to receive the man. "Aang ang ang!" Following the short, resonant moans, her toes gave way, and the wooden chair rattled.
“Put your legs together and look up.”
“Haaa!”
“Yeah, that way it looks better.”
Instead of the shaved pubic hair, his hands grabbed her underwear and lifted it, causing her buttocks to rise. Her legs were spread wide, and the clothes, raised to her pelvis, made a loud ripping sound. He looked down at the woman's vagina, which was displayed before his nose, as if licking it.
Between her plump, fleshy thighs, her azalea-colored pussy was twitching and twitching, biting his cock. Not only was her vaginal opening wide enough to fit his shaft, but even the flesh inside, where the glans was embedded, seemed to fit perfectly around his cock.
With each pelvic twist, as if embarrassed by the gaze fixed upon her, a creaking sound emitted from the interlocking parts. From the ceaseless throbbing of her hole to the glances she glanced at through the gap between her hands. He growled at the sight, a sight so vicious it made his stomach churn.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to see me too?”
“Huh...”
“You came dressed so nicely, and now you’re worried whether it suits you?”
He laughed, clutching her cheek and biting it, trying to keep her head from turning. A groan flowed along the pillar that was crushing her.
Rahikan rubbed what he'd been holding against his flesh. He inserted the pole diagonally, spreading the flesh apart, and found the pistil, protruding as big as a pinky fingernail, and rubbed it mercilessly. "Ahhhh!" With a high-pitched moan, the woman's pelvis convulsed and twisted. The small piece of cloth was quickly soaked by the spurting fluid.
“Pretty. Bitchy, vulgar, and suits you so well.”
“Ah, ah! Aah! Aaaah!”
He, still holding her underwear, grabbed her buttocks. He held her soft buttocks with both hands and shook them up and down like kneading rice cake. His long fingers parted her cleavage and reached her asshole, heated by friction. It was an anus with hundreds of tightly interlocking folds.
He gently stroked the folds of flesh that felt so tight they were almost hard, then inserted a fingertip. Unlike the cozy, open front door, the hole, which had yet to receive a man, nipped his fingertip firmly.
With each thrust, her anus ate and spat out his index fingernail. Simultaneously, the pussy gripping his cock tightened. The pressure of his sucking, as if grasping it with a hand and pulling, felt like it was ripping her butt off. Squeeze, squeak. The embarrassing sound of their intercourse sounded like the pounding of rice cakes.
“Huh, hueuang...!”
Diara's waist arched dizzyingly. A short ejaculation followed.
A sour smell wafted from the fluid that had spilled out, drawing a line. It was like the scent of summer flowers, or a ripe, bursting plum. The scent of a female seducing a male dripped down his lower abdomen.
The sound of water dripping from her trembling buttocks filled the silence as his crimson uniform turned a deeper shade.
“Ha... damn it.”
Diara, who had only just regained consciousness after being swept away by the harsh insults, let out a soft sob. Her legs, which had been trembling against the armrests of the chair, fell limply. A cold breeze touched her bottom, which slumped to the floor. The water she had spilled soaked the desk and papers.
She was so absorbed in the feeling that she didn't even notice the desk getting soaked. She quickly raised her head and saw his eyes, squinting as he brushed his hair back from his forehead.
His frown, perhaps angry or troubled, appeared gray in the backlight. The rumble of thunder behind him made her heart sink.
Oh, I made a mistake.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, Your Majesty, ah...”
Her torso, trying to get up unsteadily, was pushed down. Her hands slammed against the desk, knocking the books and other items off.
He pushed Diara into the free space and lifted her wandering calves onto the desk. He bent both knees, pressed them together tightly, and spread her thighs wide.
“Hold your ankle.”
The completely subdued voice is sharp.
“I, I, that’s...”
"Hurry."
The urging voice sounded like a growl. Diara, who had been observing him closely, reluctantly applied pressure to the hand he was holding. As she grabbed each ankle, Rahikan began to lift his waist again.
His face shook as his blurred vision filled her eyes.
She couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong. Rahikan was clearly angry. Otherwise, the always kind and gentle man wouldn't be smiling and acting so terrifying. "Ugh, ugh," the bird's cries were drowned out by her moans, and a pang of pain pierced her chest.
Why is he angry? Because he couldn't stand the sound. Because she spilled water. Because the desk where he was working on important tasks was a mess. Because she left dirty marks where his subordinates might see, embarrassing him. Yes, that's why.
But it wasn't meant to be this way. Why did it end up like this in the first place? Because she chose the wrong clothes? Because she wore the wrong underwear? No, maybe she shouldn't have come to him in the first place?
"It's bitchy, it's shallow, and it suits you perfectly."
A voice mixed with laughter rang in her ears. With her going about like this, in such a lewd manner, it was understandable that Rahikan would misunderstand. So, she was being punished. The tips of her breasts, swaying along the ground beneath her, felt a chill.
“Lara.”
“Ahhhh, ahh! Huh, huh, ahh, ahh.”
She couldn't answer the calls. Moans kept coming out between her sobs.
Even in the midst of all this, the hot, ticklish sensation beneath her skin, constantly being rubbed and swiped, was unbearable. It shouldn't feel good, but it does. She even wishes he'd shake her a little harder. Her waist, swaying uncontrollably, was completely beyond my control.
As Rahikan had said, she was clearly a hopeless, slutty bitch. Wanting to help him was just an excuse, and perhaps she had been trying to seduce him from the beginning without even realizing it.
Just looking at Rahikan made the space between her legs feel damp, so maybe he was right. No, he was right. Otherwise, she wouldn't be shaking her butt as punishment.
It's a mess. She's ruined everything again. The uncontrollable pleasure overflowed, and the sorrow overcame her. Diara burst into tears, her vagina throbbing.
“Yes, I was wrong, uh, uh, uh! Ah, uh, uh! Well, I didn’t know...!”
She wept, thrusting her clitoris right in front of his eyes. She didn't want to be hated, but she didn't know what to do. Under his bright, sun-like gaze, no matter how hard she tried, there was no way to hide her shameful, lewd appearance. She couldn't even hide the vulgar sobs she shed beneath him.
The flesh, sucker-like, clung to his rapidly moving penis, squeaked obscenely. Her thighs, spread apart, slapped against his pelvis with pleasure. Sweaty soles clung to the desk, supporting her swaying body. Diara buried her eyes in his wrist.
“Did you do something wrong?”
“Yes, yes, ah, Your Majesty.”
The man's face, flushed red as if it had been dyed with flower water, was rubbing her eyes against his wrist as she cried. Her face, flushed to the point of blushing down to her round ear, seemed to be covered with one hand.
She swallowed as tears flowed down his wrist. Whatever it was, the tears that soaked her cheeks were as obscene as the water flowing down her face.
He turned her tightly shut face to look at him. He kissed her distorted eyes a few times, her sniffling nose a few times, and her voice, sobbing sobbing so heartbreakingly, rose and fell like a song.
“What did you do wrong? Tell me.”
“Ah, aah...”
“Yeah.”
“Um, uh, I... uh, uh, uh, I’m a bitch...”
“Because you’re a bitch.”
“Yeah, ugh, yeah.”
Rahikan bit the inside of his mouth, suppressing something that threatened to burst forth. The rhythmic thrusting downwards suddenly ceased. He couldn't tell if what was about to burst forth from within was laughter, a curse, or the boiling semen of his hardened testicles.
“Open your eyes.”
“Ugh, ugh, uh...”
“Lara, eyes.”
A light slap on the cheek forced her stubbornly shut eyelids to open reluctantly. Clear, light green pupils twinkled in her narrow, pink-tinted eyes. "Keep going," a voice said, and her red lips parted as if in confession.
“...Keep acting so, uh, lewdly... and, uh, seducing His Majesty. Ah, even if I try not to... uh...”
Fresh tears flowed from beneath her long, trembling eyelashes. As his white teeth bit and released her lower lip, the hole where his cock was inserted also squeezed and released him.
Rahikan groaned in a suppressed voice.
His head felt like it was spinning. If only there were more room to spin. In truth, he'd been out of his mind for quite some time.
Her chest, tightly concealed beneath clothes she hadn't properly removed, heaved and heaved, almost ready to burst. The messy, crumpled letters and spilled ink between her red hair revealed just how quickly the sexual encounter had begun.
The dark room is filled with the scent of clouds. It's the beginning of a damp, gloomy season. The low sky drags his spirits down, and the dampness bites his ankles.
It had been several days since he'd been able to sleep properly since the rainy season began. Whenever his nerves, now hypersensitive, felt tense and ready to snap, he would seek out Diara's bedroom.
A body wrapped in a thin sheet exuded an irresistibly seductive scent. It was like the sweetest, softest food in the world, wrapped in thin paper. Like a hungry beast, he plunged his cock into it without even opening the packaging. Diara burrowed her firm flesh into the sticky, honey-soaked flesh, and she trembled faintly, calling out to him.
The foreplay-free penetration must have been awkward, but the woman didn't once say no. Her hand reached out, squeezing his lower body, and caressed his back. He felt his eyes roll back as she whispered, "You're late," while caressing his shoulders and waist, marred by ugly burn marks.
Why is he being treated so well? Why is he being treated so beautifully and lovingly? Instead of getting better, isn't his madness only growing more violent?
Her body, wrapped impenetrably in dark green cloth, writhed beneath hom. Like a cunning snake, like a lustful bitch, her movements seduced him, and his entire body throbbed with sadism, reaching all the way to the crown of his head. Hot blood raced through his veins.
He couldn't tell if he was excited by the woman's tears or by her begging for forgiveness, but he thought it didn't matter.
His eyes are racing with the desire to devour every last bit of this soft woman. His throbbing testicles are itching to spit out their semen. He wants to cum like this. He wants to see her cry while cumming. He wants to see her call him, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty," as she receives his cum in her vagina. And then he wants to strangle her and suffocate her.
The sight of a woman trembling beneath him, bowing her head in supplication, would be truly breathtaking. He gritted his teeth at the maddening thought. "Well, then. This damned madness can't possibly go anywhere."
Rahikan thrust his hips forward. He ripped open the flabby walls and thrust himself into them.
“Oh, that’s right.”
Ahhh, he was so touched by the long moan.
"Your husband came home from work, and you were so horny that your hole was gaping open. So you said, 'Please scold me,' and opened my pussy."
“Yeah, ahh! Huuuuu!”
“That’s amazing. It’s cute and amazing.”
He growled as he ripped off Diara's clothes.
“I think I’m going crazy because of you.”
The thin fabric tore like a sheet of paper, and her chest, which had been bound, poured out. A chill ran down her body as the cool air touched her freed body. The scent of a woman's body grew thick in the damp room.
“Well, I don’t know how to sleep, yes!”
“Did I tell you to do that when you asked for forgiveness?”
He taught her to ask for favors and beg for forgiveness. He taught her to cling to him whenever she felt something was lacking or inadequate, to make eye contact, and build up her strength.
It was a simpler and easier method than asking for her heart. It was the best trick he could come up with, but it was also strangely unsettling. The way her body crept closer, as if scared, always left a pang of longing and longing.
His upper body, trying to get up, was suddenly pressed down. Blue veins bulged on the back of his hand, pressing against her collarbone. The blue veins, popping as he held back the effort, stretched from hia fourth fingernail to his bony wrist.
“Ahhh, why...”
“There’s another mouth besides that one. This one you’re eating.”
A look of bewilderment and resentment crossed her face at missing the opportunity to kiss, then slowly subsided. The sound of a gulp echoed as he glanced down at her.
"Try it," Diara followed the voice.
With each gentle thrust of her hips, the glans, lodged in her cervix, clung and fell. Even kissing her was like rubbing two birds' beaks, and then thrusting his cock into her hole was just as effective. Rahikan's expression twisted strangely, his stomach churning.
“This, this way, yeah, like this... This, like this?”
Perhaps sensing his displeasure, the woman's hips tightened. She placed both palms on the desk beneath her tailbone and bounced her hips back with all her might.
“Your Majesty, uh, uh, your Majesty.”
He stared down at her face, watching her closely, as if he wanted her to say something. Her paper-stuck bottom made a squeaking sound every time it sank to the desk.
The squishy mucosa clung tightly to each other, then reluctantly fell apart. Deep inside, the cervix and urethra kissed, warm vaginal folds and bulging blood vessels intertwined like a sticky tongue.
If this isn't a kiss, then what is?
He let out a languid breath at the exquisitely rich and satisfying touch.
“Keep going. Until I say it’s done.”
Despite the merciless command, the woman's face showed a look of relief. Their secret kisses continued, accompanied by the occasional rumble of thunder.
It was her heart that begged for forgiveness. But it was his heart that forgave her. The man had no intention of forgiving her gesture, blaming her for being captivated by him, of all people. Perhaps he wouldn't understand if she asked for a compliment. Rahikan wasn't broad-minded enough to smile back at the words, "I was wrong." Of course, he wasn't merciful enough to correct her misunderstanding.
Without even realizing it, Diara had faith in him. She pounded him until her entire body was covered in a peach-like color, sweat dripping down her face.
The sight was pitifully clumsy, heartbreaking, and heartbreakingly obscene. The small body that embraced him with all its might was affectionate.
“What are you doing with your hands? Shake your breasts.”
He stroked her cheek with a tingling hand. He brushed away the red hair clinging to her temples and brushed her forehead. The woman, noticing the softening gesture, immediately whined and buried her nose in his hand.
“Ugh, yeah, uhh... embarrassing...”
"Why are you embarrassed in front of your husband? You're apologizing for being a bitch. Then you should beg like a bitch."
He said, placing his hand on the pink-tinged breast. He placed her palm on her nipple, gently squeezing it.
“Shake it.”
Hoohoo, a sigh of determination dispersed. A squelch, a squelch, a sound like the interlocking holes contracting and licking one's lips.
She squeezed her nipples as if she were milking them, pulling and shaking them in all directions. Her throbbing breasts grew increasingly red. She scratched and flicked the protrusions with her short fingernails, spinning them around, and finally, she rubbed them with her palms, crying. The way she mimicked his every move was incredibly lewd and raucous.
The brand he'd left danced across her flat belly as his hips swung. A coiled red snake bit the sun. Beneath it, an equally red maw slurped and swallowed his dick, as if... He clenched his teeth in his fantasy.
“Ah, huh, what should I do...”
With a sob-like soliloquy, his insides throbbed from tip to tail. The effort to hold back mhisclimax was clearly felt from below.
Damn, I'm going crazy.
“Yeah, you’re a bit of a bitch. When you say yes, you just play on the top of a guy’s head, right?”
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaah!”
Her mouth, moaning loudly in time with the thrusts of her hips, was so beautiful that he wanted her to suck his dick. The tongue peeking out between her licking lips was lewd.
“You said you were wrong, but you still feel it. Is this how you get punished?”
“Yes, do it, ugh, yes, ah! I can’t do it!”
"I won't forgive you. So, you beg me like this for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
“Euuuung! Yeah...!”
"Ah."
Thick saliva flowed like semen. The woman, who had been meowing like a she-cat, caught what he spat out with her tongue. The white fluid flowed down the tip of her bright red tongue, slurping down her pitch-black hole, just like a hole receiving cum. No matter how many times he watched it, it sent shivers down his spine every time.
The viscosity of the flesh clinging to the friction point gradually increased. The flesh, which had become so sticky that it was almost sticky, began to bite the dick and make a slurping, sucking sound.
“It’s going to cum inside. Come to your senses, don’t spill anything, and take it well.”
“Ah, ah, ahhh...!”
He thrust his cock in all at once. Aah, a sweet moan poured out. Hot semen spurted out, hitting the sagging vaginal walls. The sensation of even hotter cum shooting out in a torrential stream into her heated stomach was vivid. Diara moaned deeply, feeling the liquid flowing seamlessly between each of her undulating vaginal folds.
The woman's vagina, having received what she couldn't tell was a reward or a punishment, clenched and convulsed around his cock. He cupped her buttocks with both hands, catching the remainder. Her rough vaginal walls tightened and relaxed, sucking the shaft as if licking it clean.
Rahikan sighed deeply, feeling as if his brain was melting.
Ah, this woman is truly a slutty bitch, no, a snake. If she were a viper, he would be a foolish man, caught in that beast's clutches, not even realizing that hia heart was being ripped out.
A flash. Lightning, filling the room and escaping, whipped his back like a whip. He leaned over the body, closing in, slowly closing his eyes. He felt himself pulsating within Diara's sobbing body.
The muscles that had been tense, threatening to strangle the woman, relaxed. Rahikan held Diara with extreme care, as if clutching sand. His body, immersed in a comfortable pleasure, felt as if it were about to suffocate.
***
Contrary to his words that he wouldn't forgive, Rahikan wasn't terribly angry. Or perhaps he was just furious and then quickly calmed down.
Anyway, he didn't scold Diara at all.
The genitals, now covered in white fluid, were cleansed with Diara's tongue. Even as she licked, the remaining fluid—whether semen or vaginal fluid—flowed in streams. While she placed her lips on the tip of his urethra and sucked with force, Rahikan moaned with pleasure as he stroked Diara's earlobes and even leaned down to kiss her several times.
Instead of her tattered, rag-like clothes, he was given his outerwear. Tailored to fit his body perfectly, it was too big for Diarra. The part that should have ended at his waist now covered her thighs, and the sleeves, tailored to his long arms, extended past the backs of her hands and down to her fingers.
“Look at this. It looks like a ghost.”
He couldn't stand to see her play with her hands hanging down, almost as if she was wearing a raincoat, so he rolled up her sleeves.
“Stop sitting there and swaying.”
She sat down on the edge of the desk, as instructed by a tapping gesture. While she sat there, dangling her legs like a spoiled child, he nonchalantly cleaned up the desk, which looked like it had spilled water on it.
The only things Diara had to clean were his lips, fingers, and genitals. Beyond that, he wouldn't let anything else, no matter how dirty, lift a finger.
Even Diara couldn't touch her own body. She was becoming more and more accustomed to handing over her soaking wet bottom to him after intercourse.
“What kind of fucking nonsense did you write so carefully...”
Rahikan muttered crookedly, rubbing the inside of her slender thighs. He was putting away the paper lying next to him.
The document in his hand was half-torn at the corner, tattered and frayed. It was the result of her sitting on it and rubbing it. Diara blushed.
“Is it, ah, so messed up that you can’t even recognize it?”
He chuckled as she looked at the paper, stained with ink and smudged with worry. His hands, crumpling the damp paper and throwing it away, seemed indifferent.
“No. The content.”
The documents piled high were said to be petitions related to the memorial service.
What kind of flowers, what color, how many thousands of them to use for the ancestral rites? What length, what material, what embroidery to use for the rugs and curtains? Would it be appropriate to change the formation of the procession from a diamond to a triangle on a rainy day? These issues piled up endlessly, like a snake's shed skin.
"Everyone seems to be free. Or else they're planning to use such petty methods to harass me."
A memorial service, whatever it was, was a good thing. What difference did it make whether it was white or red flowers, three or five layers of curtains? Rahikan scoffed.
The grand ceremony, marking the tenth anniversary of the late Emperor's death, was merely a superficial pretense. Everyone in the palace knew that behind the exchanges of words and petitions lay a different, more nuanced context.
Since the day the Imperial Guard's tendons were severed, the Council of Elders has been acting like a turtle with only its nose above water. The situation, half-upended, remains precarious, unable to settle. They are all preoccupied with safe, trivial matters, lest they offend the Emperor's resolve or the pride of the Elders.
The timely memorial service was a good excuse. The old men who, under the pretense of observing the royal family's anniversary, lingered in and out of the palace, waiting for an opportunity to side with them, looked like rats to Rahikan.
Should I just wipe them out, whether by setting mousetraps or releasing cats? The civil war that will inevitably break out due to the collapse of the central government is something he cannot suppress, no matter how many years it takes. The blood-soaked desert will be a sight to behold, like a sunset. After all, didn't he love that savage landscape more than any painting?
"Your Majesty."
A hand reached out and cupped Rahikan's forehead. She brushed away his tangled hair and gently stroked his eyebrows. The woman's cool fingers easily banished the bloody thoughts.
“Is there anything you are worried about?”
"What do you know?" Rahikan blinked slowly, then raised the corners of his mouth.
“Do you see it?”
“It might just be my feeling, but I feel like there’s something there.”
“Hmm.”
Hmm, the man's long eyelashes fluttered with a throat-tugging sound. His casual reaction gave her courage. Diara, who had been hesitating, finally spoke what she had wanted to ask.
“The look in your eyes... it seems like you haven’t slept at all.”
Seeing it this way, she became even more certain. Something that had been invisible in the swirling passions finally came into view, clearly visible only after it emerged. The heavy, sunken eyes. The dangerous, gloomy shadows hanging over them were the same as those she had seen in her nightmares.
However, what had been fleeting and fleeting now seemed different from before: something had settled down. Like the clouds that had covered the sky for days, something stubbornly seemed to be building up around him. The fact that she's just assumed he was angry and felt a pang in her chest was due to his changed mood.
“I don’t usually sleep well at this time of year. I can’t sleep when it rains.”
Rahikan readily admitted. It wasn't something he could hide, and he didn't want to. It was the season of sleeplessness. For nearly ten years, he'd endured the rain, relying on the incessant scent, women, and strong alcohol like medicine. It would be a lie to say he wasn't sick of it, but it wasn't a big deal.
Still, it was fine. For now, a slight discomfort hovered around him, like a dark cloud enveloping the citadel. The worry was when the rain started. When the rain began to fall, completely obscuring the sun, that was when it began.
The agony of being burned alive engulfs his entire body. In that blazing, vivid hell, despair, as if time had stopped, will soon find him.
Rahikan endured nights and nights like nightmares, coiled around his snakes. Cold, seeking warmth, they wrapped their bodies around his hot body like a nest, falling asleep. He half-closed his eyes, curled up like a dead animal, while the rustling of scales rang in his ears like the sharpening of a knife.
“You can’t sleep? The whole rainy season?”
“It’s nothing. It’s become a habit, so I don’t get tired.”
“Still... I wish there was something I could help you with.”
Rahikan chuckled.
That was all in the past. This year would be different. Now, Diara was by his side. His snake was miraculously found at the edge of the desert. Instead of relieving his physical pain, it stole his heart, coiling itself inside him. A malevolent and lovable creature.
"Why can't you help me? You're already helping me so much."
“...Really?”
"Yes. So come more often. No, I'd say come every day."
“Really... Really?”
“Have you been living a life of deception? Stop asking.”
A dimple appeared on her cheek, which was slowly softening. Then, the corners of her mouth, which were now twitching like a sparrow's, seemed to be trying to hide some embarrassment.
“But I’m afraid that if I’m here, it might be a distraction from your work.”
“Surely, if you sit at my desk and dangle your legs, that would be it.”
“I’m out of my mind, so you told me to sit down?”
“It’s even worse when you come in such an obscene manner.”
“So why are you tearing up perfectly good clothes... ugh.”
The lips that blamed him were blocked by the mouth that approached. A brief, light kiss followed, followed by a brief silence. The man's eyes, meeting from a close distance, languidly widened.
“Stop whining and follow me. I have something to show you.”
***
Rahikan led Diara to the left of the office, where low bookshelves formed a wall. A curtain, seemingly a wall at first glance, was drawn aside, revealing a completely new space.
The soft carpet on the floor and the silk drapery hanging from the ceiling in a zigzag pattern created a soft and cozy atmosphere, unlike the stiff atmosphere of the office. Light streaming in from the windowed ceiling bathed the room in rosy hues.
Diara's eyes widened like a startled rabbit in the space, imbued with a subtle atmosphere. Who would have imagined that such a room would be hidden right next to the stern Emperor's office?
Only then did she begin to understand what he meant when he said that Cardion's palace was like a dizzying maze, or a tangled snake pit.
“Your Majesty, what is this room for?”
“This is where the Empresses of the past stayed during the day.”
“Her Majesty the Empress?”
“Yes. So, during the time my father was alive, it was the room my mother used, and before that, it was the room my grandmother, the Empress Dowager, used.”
The Emperors of Cardion, born with shining eyes and protected by snakes, took only one woman as their official wife, without any common concubines, and always stayed close to their Empress.
This was partly because women who could inherit the Emperor's seed were limited to those of royal blood, and partly because of the strange obsession with the Empress that was common among those with shining eyes.
Emperor Cardion's obsession with his mate was so well known that some Emperors even resorted to bizarre practices, such as forbidding their wives from breastfeeding their own sons, or confining all male children, except the Crown Prince, in a high, narrow tower as soon as they could walk.
Rahikan's father also strongly disliked his young sons seeing his wife, so Rahikan barely remembered his mother's face.
Perhaps it's a side effect of incest.
Rahikan swallowed the bitter liquid rising in his throat, recalling his father, who had looked at him as if he were a lover. Just thinking about his cousin, the Princess, made him feel nauseous. And now, mother and son? What on earth are they doing?
“The room is really beautiful.”
Diara looked at the Empress's office, located right next to the Emperor's office, with admiration.
"I'm glad you like it. From now on, you'll use this place while I work."
"Really? You're giving me this room? Does that mean I'll now have my own office, just like Your Majesty?"
Although she had a bedroom, this was the first time she had been given an office.
"Good?"
A bright joy spread across Diara's face as she looked up at him in disbelief.
“I love it so much! I love it so much I can’t even speak!”
Rahikan chuckled quietly at her more enthusiastic response than he'd expected. He hadn't expected to see the benefits of the imperial couple's long-standing love affair like this.
“That’s great. I like it too.”
This is the space where he and his lovely Empress will be constantly together.
On the edge of the bed, which was as wide as the sea, there were ointments for when the bottom was worn out from excessive friction, towels to wipe the whole body from the semen, and various aphrodisiacs, perfumes, and toys to add a little excitement.
Of course, he's never had to use such a fancy tool when mixing bodies with her.
Raw flesh against flesh. The intercourse, drenched in saliva, sweat, love juices, and semen, was so satisfying every time that there was no time for regret.
Rahikan looked at Diara, who was looking around the room with a satisfied look on her face.
Her legs, as smooth and white as porcelain, danced between the furniture. Wearing only his shirt, she fluttered gently, looking like a bird with red and white feathers.
“The furniture looks like new. Wow, there’s even a desk!”
Diara exclaimed as she looked around at the sofa and low table that were wide enough to be used as a bed.
The desk, smaller and rounder than his, was a perfect size for her frame, and its marble top was a pale ivory color.
“Now that I am not sitting at Your Majesty’s desk, you will not be disturbed.”
Diara chuckled softly, stroking the corners engraved with birds and leaves. Like her office, the desk was the first she'd ever owned.
The King of Feldif, who was extremely reluctant to let Diara read, did not allow her to touch a single piece of paper, let alone a book or a desk, so she had to be content with collecting stationery secretly from her maids instead of books.
She's always wanted to have a desk.
Her chest swelled with a strange feeling, as if she were dreaming.
“It would be nice to do it on a desk, but it would be too cramped.”
"Yes?"
“Well, now that I mention it, it’s a shame. I think it would be nice to suck it from below... Should I just put a blanket under my desk?”
Diara, having heard something unintelligible, stopped looking around the room and turned to look at him. Rahikan was standing behind the sofa opposite. With his arms resting on the backrest, he tilted his head as if asking, "How are you?"
Only then did Diara realize what he meant, and the area under her eyes began to flush brightly.
With such an elegant face, he blurted out such obscene language so casually. She was always embarrassed by this shameless attitude, something she'd never grown accustomed to, no matter how many times she'd experienced it.
Diara glanced at him, her face flushed. She cooled her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand, muttering so softly that it was barely audible.
“...Pervert.”
“What the heck?”
His straight forehead furrowed slightly, then his thick eyebrows rose crookedly. He gave a short, bewildered laugh and walked around the edge of the sofa to her side.
“If I’m a pervert, then what are you? You’re a pervert.”
“Who is it?”
“You go.”
“Oh, no....”
"What's wrong with that? You're speaking informally to me out of the blue. Come here. Won't you come here?"
For every step he took, Diara took three steps back. The man's brisk strides and the woman's quick, hurried steps repeated, shadows chasing and being chased, sweeping the floor. The clumsy game of tag quickly came to an end.
An arm reached out and wrapped itself around her waist. Diara, held in the man's firm chest, lowered her head and laughed.
Her round forehead tapped lightly against his collarbone, echoing the chirping of a spring bird. Rahikan pressed his lips against the woman's drooping eyebrows.
“You’re so rude. Yoy’ll call my name soon, yes?”
“No, I don’t. How could I dare do that?”
Even if she were rude, how could she carelessly speak of the heavenly Emperor's title? Diara knew full well that even as Queen, she was not permitted to use the King's name.
But unlike Diara, who shook her head, Rahikan didn't care about such etiquette.
“What can’t you do? Just call me.”
"Yes?"
“You are the one who will become my Empress, so I will give you special permission.”
"But..."
“Come quickly, I want to hear it.”
Rahikan whispered to Diara, acting like a loving husband. His gentle urging made her heart pound.
"Ra."
"Ra."
"Ra..."
The tip of the tongue that makes the sound "ra" hits the back of the front teeth and falls off.
Diara, who had just called out the first letter of Rahikan, fell silent. The vibrations in her mouth felt unfamiliar, as if she were learning to speak for the first time. As she watched the man, his eyes still and still, waiting for his name to be called, her heart thumped.
Rahikan. Azad Rahikan. The sun of the desert, my one and only husband.
When she called out “Your Majesty, Your Majesty” countless times a day, it didn’t bother her at all, but once she actually became aware of it, it couldn’t have been more difficult.
“Is this the end? What’s next?”
Even in his urging voice, her heart trembled, as if calling his name were embracing him, and she couldn't continue. Her lips hesitated, trembling, and finally, she ended with "Raa, ra."
“Lara?”
Rahikan's eyes dimmed at the sound of the name he had given himself being called instead of his own.
“I... the rest next time...”
Diara, who was trying to escape his embrace, twisted like a loach, but he yanked her aside. Thinking he was trying to hold her back again, she bit the back of his hand, when suddenly a low voice came from above.
“Don’t move.”
The next moment, something cold and squishy was felt under her feet.
***
A chill ran down her soles, up her ankles, and up her thighs. Diara froze, clutching the back of her hand. Meanwhile, Rahikan bent down, gently removed something from Diara's ankle, and tossed it to the floor.
“You have to breathe.”
Diara, who had been frozen as if she were a statue, finally opened her mouth and took a deep breath.
The back of her hand, which had been bitten by a small mouth, slipped out, leaving a bite mark. He looked at the woman, who was panting, as if she was out of breath, with half-smiling eyes.
His pretty wife, who is spoiled, listens to him too well, and it's a problem.
“It looks like a baby snake has been hiding.”
Rahikan said, pointing down with his eyes.
“Snake... a snake?”
What Diara had stepped on was none other than the snake's skin.
When she lifted the veil covering the area under the bed, she saw, as expected, a snake, presumed to be the owner of the skin, coiled up and dead.
It was unclear how the dead snake had crawled here, but it had already built a nest and laid eggs. The nest, round and wide like a bird's nest in the bushes, contained a dozen or so eggs, some of which had been left unattended.
“I think the mother died while incubating the eggs. How pitiful...”
Diara looked at the eggs with pity, half broken and half damaged.
“I guess I’ll have to call the maids and have them clean up.”
Rahikan, who had been kneeling and looking down, frowned and stood up.
Given the empire's serpent-worshiping sentiments, it was highly likely someone had seen it drifting in from somewhere and, unable to touch it, had hidden it here. It wasn't male, but female, and the red snake, reminiscent of the Emperor's wife, even had eggs, so they likely hesitated to touch it, fearing the consequences.
“Huh? Look, Your Majesty. It looks like there’s still one alive here.”
Something stirred among the broken shells. Something about the size of a fingertip seemed to move, then suddenly an oval-shaped head popped up from between the rounded egg masses.
It was a bright red, newly bloomed rose-like thing, a baby snake that had just hatched from its egg.
Diara's eyes met the baby snake's, eggshell still attached to its forehead. Captivated by its bead-like, sparkling eyes, Diara reached out her hand, seemingly entranced. The snake, watching silently, wrapped itself around her wrists as if it had been waiting, then burrowed into her sleeve.
“Ugh, it’s cold!”
The cool body quickly crawls up to the elbows.
Rahikan sighed softly at the sight of Diara laughing and shrugging her shoulders as if ticklish.
“...It’s dangerous.”
She, who had never been afraid of snakes before, seemed even more fearless after being marked with the snake seal. Even if the magical seal protected her, a venomous snake was still a venomous snake.
Before she knew it, the snake had crawled up her arm and reached her collarbone. Near her pearly white nape, a tongue flickered, blue as the color of the dead.
Unlike Diara, who just smiled with her eyes closed as if she was looking at something cute, Rahikan, who was watching, felt a bit anxious.
“What kind of girl is so fearless? Give it to me.”
“Are you going to take it to the bathtub?”
“I have to kill him.”
"... Yes?"
“What are you surprised about? Then should I save it?”
Diara stared at Rahikan as if she'd heard something incredulous, as if he'd asked her the obvious. When he reached out, she flinched back and looked up at him. Embarrassed by her unconscious avoidance of his touch, her large, light green eyes darted back and forth.
"Don't think about it. The only ones you can keep by your side and raise are those born in the Serpent Palace."
“But that doesn’t mean it’s harmful...”
“Lara.”
Her words were cut off by the sinking man's voice.
“Do you know what you have around your neck right now?”
"Do you think this is some kind of puppy?" Rahikan's eyes narrowed, as if asking. Diara, realizing the meaning, was dumbfounded.
In the Cardion Empire, snakes were sacred creatures, revered as gods, yet strictly controlled by law. Only the imperial family, and among them the Emperor and Empress, who inherited the throne, were permitted to keep and handle snakes. Those who indiscriminately harmed the Emperor's snakes were subject to severe punishment for blasphemy.
According to imperial law, snakes born to the Emperor were to remain in the Serpent Palace for their entire lives, mating and receiving food there before ending their lives. Unlike them, this snake was born outside of the palace, an outsider.
Given the desert snake's natural instinct to follow its mother from birth, it was obvious this wild snake would cling to Diara. Unless she was suffocated now, it would circle around her, chasing her ankles until her death.
"A snake is a snake. It's not an animal worthy of affection. If you need a pet, I'll buy you a puppy or a calf."
Rahikan removed the snake from around Diara's neck. The tail wrapped around her slender neck twisted its head back and forth in his grasp, as if reluctant to be released.
When hit, whining didn't help; the snake opened its mouth, the size of a fingernail, and pretended to bite his thumb. It was a sight to behold. Apparently, the imprint had been firmly established, and the little creature was acting like a newborn, clinging to its mother.
"Ah..."
Diara, who had been looking at it with pained eyes, finally lowered her head. Her sullen face fell.
The momentum was unusual for a snake that had only been taken away, so Rahikan couldn't help but ask.
"Why."
"...no."
“It’s not that it’s not true. Should I tell you when you ask nicely?”
“You call me a snake. You call me Lara.”
"So."
“So, I am Your Majesty’s snake, and since you say so.... And, I also first met Your Majesty at Feldif’s palace, so we met outside, right?”
The thin voice rose and fell, as if it were so unfair.
Did I name you after a serpent to ask if I'll cast you aside as ruthlessly as it strikes? Or did you ask if I plan to lock you away in a serpent's palace and feed you only raw meat for life?
Either way, it was an incredibly absurd idea, but instead of pointing that out, Rahikan remained silent for a moment.
He felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity, as if she were the woman who had always smiled like a lamb, no matter what he said. Diara had never vomited at his words, nor had she ever demanded anything from him.
Even if he tells her to say whatever he wants, she'll still act like a douche. But if he forces her to say something, she'll hesitate for a while before opening her arms and asking for a hug.
He felt like an incompetent man who had won the love of the world's most beautiful woman, as he was so greedy that it was ridiculous, and so full of coquetry that it was almost sickening.
"Anything is fine. How could you say such a foolish thing?"
He thrust his tongue into the lips that were nodding without even listening to the end, and let out a deep sigh.
"You should say good things when you receive good things. Even if you're given poison, should I drink it and say good things?"
What did the woman say in response to that?
"If Your Majesty will give it to me."
Didn't she bite his tongue with a sweet voice that melted his heart? Then, something unexplainable happened. They say all snakes are monsters, but perhaps he's been bewitched by this one.
He looked down at the snake coiled in his grasp with a somewhat complicated feeling. Then, with a soft sigh, he sat down on the bed.
"There's nothing I can do. But it won't be a male. If it turns out to be male later, I'll take it back."
"Yes?"
“Aren’t you going to take it?”
Diara, who had been looking up at Rahikan as if she couldn't understand what he meant, soon noticed his intentions and quickly approached him on her knees.
Her tiny, leaf-like hands gladly accepted what he offered. The slick substance trapped in his hands, as if waiting, slipped between her fingers.
“Don’t worry. She looks like a little girl. Look at her, her face is slender, her eyes sparkle, she’s so pretty.”
She turned her small head, barely two fingers long, from side to side, and her smiling face was bright and shining like a child who had received a birthday present.
“It’s pretty.”
"You don't even look in the mirror?" Rahikan chuckled.
He told her to act like an arrogant queen and a spoiled bitch, but the only thing she wanted was not jewels or gold, but a snake.
If she asked, he'd give her even half the empire. Was it naiveté or foolishness? Seeing her innocent, bewildered joy at accepting something others would have refused, he briefly regretted trying to take it from her.
If something like that is dangerous, then how dangerous is it?
Whether it's poison or a sword, he just needs to stay by her side like a shadow and protect her. After all, isn't that why he's by her side? Isn't that why the Emperor's position exists?
While Rahikan was lost in thought, Diara was absorbed in playing with the snake she had become close with. Each time it coiled around her slender, white arm and slid down, a laughter like a bell echoed through his ears. She didn't even realize that her smooth thighs were clearly visible beneath the clothes he had put on her.
“Do you like it that much?”
Rahikan, who had been resting his chin on his hand and observing the situation, placed his hand under Diara's armpit. He lifted her up and placed her on his thigh, and as usual, her slender body clung to him.
He put his hand inside her clothes, grabbed her sagging breasts, and gently rubbed them.
“If it’s good, what should you do?”
Diara blushed slightly at the familiar request.
"Thank you for fucking me" were the words Rahikan longed for. He habitually wanted to hear obscene words too embarrassing to even utter.
Diara, reading his mind, raised her free hand and pushed her long hair back from her neck. Her tilted lips gently lowered to the corners of the man's mouth.
“Like this.”
"And?"
“And... thank you, Rahikan.”
Rahikan's eyes opened wide for a moment, as if startled, then slowly narrowed. Her black pupils, like a tiger's, dilated and contracted, mirroring his wavering eyes.
"It's her favorite scenery in the world." Diara paused for a moment, looking at him as he looked at her.
“Thank you. Not only for this child, but for everything Your Majesty has given me.”
A beautiful room bathed in rose-colored water. A book and desk she longed for. A baby snake with sparkling eyes. These are all precious things, beyond words.
How can I repay his unwavering love?
Diara gave the brightest smile she could muster.
“Rahikan, I will never forget today for the rest of my life.”
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