Epilogue
The wedding took place over a month.
To be precise, the wedding ceremony, in which the imperial family bestowed gold, yellow-haired livestock, and golden grain upon the people of the capital, lasted for a month. After that, a celebratory banquet, hosted by eight elders in rotation, remained. This monthly banquet, held for two days, lasted a full eight months.
This was the first event to greet the newly appointed elders upon entering the palace, replacing the four elders who had been beheaded along with the elders. A procession of carriages, each eager to impress the new ruler of the empire, stretched from the imperial gates to the edge of the capital.
During this wedding and six banquets, the desert passed through a short, sweet spring and entered the midst of summer.
The blazing sun gently pierced through the thin curtain. The half-erected castle walls were bleached white by the sunlight, and beads of sweat formed on the foreheads of the maids, who were busy preparing for the banquet. A faint groan escaped from the Empress's bedroom.
“Open your eyes and raise your head.”
“No, no, ah, uh... yeah.”
Rahikan pressed his lips against her sagging cheek and smiled. Diara sat with her back against a wall-sized mirror, her buttocks resting on his thighs, her cock still lodged in her vagina.
With each thrust of her vagina, her spread knees shook. Her perky breasts rose and fell rapidly above her round, swollen belly, and beads of sweat dripped from her chin and pooled between her breasts.
“You have no idea how pretty and slutty you are.”
“Huh, huh...”
“No matter how much I tell you, you won’t listen, so see for yourself.”
Despite the words of encouragement, Diara kept her eyes tightly shut and buried her face in Rahikan's neck.
There was no way. She knew better than anyone what she looked like now. Her belly, bulging with each passing day, was now almost a rounded hill, and her breasts, plump with fat, swayed even as she tiptoed.
Her changing body felt unfamiliar, but she didn't mind it, thinking it was for the child's sake. Still, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed about showing him her changed body.
What if Rahikan looks at me strangely? Once that thought started to cross her mind, sleeping naked as a daily routine became increasingly difficult and embarrassing.
She likes physical contact, but she doesn't like showing it. She likes being held, but she doesn't like being touched. Unable to understand these complex feelings, Rahikan, as always, coveted her greedily.
To make matters worse, perhaps because she had been forbidden from rough sex since the early stages of pregnancy, her sexual relations with him became more and more persistent and steadfast.
She was tortured every night, every day. Rahikan acted shamelessly, unleashing his lust on her breasts, hands, feet, armpits, and thighs without a second thought.
"Lara, pretty one. Look over here."
The sound of someone brushing his dick with one hand while calling her name seductively rang in her ears.
Unable to bear the obscene sight, she closed her eyes and was slapped in the face with a cock. The head of her penis was rubbed until her closed lips were swollen. With the head of his penis still in the corner of her vagina, she was forced to rub her own breasts and flick her nipples. And then she had to watch him masturbate, looking down at her.
The most unbearable part of all was the fact that her body was exposed before his eyes while such obscene acts continued. He wouldn't allow her to cover herself or turn off the lights.
Of course, Diara didn't just submit to her ruthless husband's oppression. Instead of escaping, she resisted by biting and striking Rahikan. She bit his shoulder until it left bite marks, and swung her fists wildly until, today, she finally burst into tears.
She cried, saying she hated what she saw, and that it was embarrassing to see her swollen belly shake every time he fucked.
"I'm afraid I'll look ugly. Your Majesty is so cool, but I'm the only one...!"
The sound of her bursting out in sobs was heartbreaking. Rahikan remained silent, as if dumbfounded, and then quickly rose from his seat.
He must be angry. He must be going away. She raised her head with a flash of regret, but a hand reached out and guided her to the mirror. Before she could even sense what he was doing, her legs opened wide to receive him.
“Look, Lara. How pretty you are.”
“Ugh...”
The hand holding her cheek persistently urged her to look ahead. Her eyes, bulging beneath narrowed eyelids, reluctantly obeyed his words.
She saw herself reflected in the bright mirror. Her limp body, held by the man's strong arms, was spread apart, like a prey being devoured alive. Between her pristine thighs, her rosy, ripe vagina twitched fiercely.
“Ugh.”
The shame made her lower abdomen tighten involuntarily. The feeling of her once soft inner walls tightening and forcefully pushing out something hard was dizzying.
He chuckled softly, feeling the hole being sucked, making a slurping sound. She knows it's dirty.
"This is what I see every day, isn't it? Putting it in this tiny mouth, then putting it in this plump pussy."
“Ugh, ah, uh-huh.”
The creaking, creaking, rotating shaft pressed against the inner wall, tenaciously pulling apart the wrinkled areas. A hollow, shrunken hole clung to the solid pillar, seemingly filled with bone, like a tongue.
Not only the visible vagina, but also the invisible belly probably took on his shape. As he tenaciously pushed against the tightly clung path, grinding and grinding, he felt the spasming inner walls engage in a familiar pattern.
The fluid she had spilled flowed like a film over the man's genitals as he slowly and leisurely entered and exited. The sight of her hole, twitching helplessly, devouring him greedily was breathtakingly graphic.
“Spread your legs and look straight ahead.”
“Haaah, ugh.”
“How deliciously your pussy eats mine. How beautifully you cry every time I thrust my penis.”
Diara's face was distorted, her chin tilted forward, forcing her to look straight ahead. Rahikan pressed his lips against her flushed cheeks, slowly continuing his digging.
She felt a throbbing sensation within her tightly distended stomach. His penis, beating at the same pace as his heart, was now inside her.
The excitement radiating through the skin connected to him sent shivers down her spine. Diara, who had been moaning and receiving him, impulsively reached out. Her soft fingers hesitantly traced the spot where they had intertwined. The man's aroused member pulsed as if it were about to burst at any moment.
“Here, my heart is pounding, yeah, my heart is pounding...”
“Ugh...”
“Is it because of me, uh, uh?”
The face of the man, clutching his throbbing root and asking, was flushed with intoxication. Rahikan bit his lip, suppressing a curse as he glanced up at the eyes that darted up slightly.
“Are you excited because I think you’re pretty?”
"Ugh," she said, lowering her eyes and then raising them slightly to examine his face. There was no other way to seduce a man. Had she not seen her recent desperate attempts to cover herself, Rahikan would have assumed she was simply flirting.
What should I do when I can't even see myself in a mirror held up to my nose? Even with the world's most obscene thing before her, she simply stares up at herself, her eyes focused solely on her own pupils.
Sweet tears dripped from her wet, azure eyes. "Please love me. Please love me." He had the illusion of hearing those voices in those sparkling eyes. The wrinkles on her vagina, moving as if licking, twisted him, urging him to answer.
His testicles throbbed, and a burning sensation that started from the root of his scrotum instantly shot up his spine and to the top of his head.
“Ahhh!”
A deep puncture pierced her chin-raising waist. The woman's hand, lost in the recoil and struggling, clutched at his pelvis. Her cleanly filed nails scraped his skin.
“Ahhhhh...!”
“Then who is it because of?”
“Ugh, ugh, I don’t know....”
“Ahh, ahh, um!”
"With your eyes wet and your face swollen with lust, like a woman who's been in love every night, your breasts and belly swollen."
“Yeah, yeah! Ahhhh!”
“Sweet water is dripping from every hole like this, so how can I not go crazy and be jealous when I see you?”
While he gripped the back of her head and turned it from side to side, poking and tasting every part of her mucous membrane, he rubbed her trembling labia mercilessly with one hand. He slapped her pointed clitoris lightly, and her vaginal opening spasmed and spurted fluid. Her swaying hips, swaying back and forth as the wet flesh rubbed against her, sucked his cock.
“Yeah, yeah! Ahhhhh...!”
The trigger flapped her thighs as if flapping wings. As the gushing fluid spurted out, smearing it across her round belly, the hole, contracting from the entrance, gripped him with a powerful grip.
The mouth is shut, and only the labia are twitching and fluttering, a typical example of a female in heat. A female who monopolizes the male who impregnated her, claiming ownership of the root of the problem.
“Because of you, I think I’m going crazy.”
So you're responsible. Got it? Diara nodded, whining at the growl. "Yes, yes." She licked the corner of her mouth and swayed her butt as if wagging her tail. Her whining mouth was red, her eyes aching.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, which was squeaking like a small puppy, and poked at her mucous membrane as if poking a hole. He made her entangle his tongue and then withdrew it, then spat out a thick saliva like semen. Her petal-like tongue curled into a sharp point and caught it.
As the sticky kiss continued without stopping, Diara's upper body tilted more and more to the side.
The woman, leaning against his arm, whined in discomfort. Rahikan carefully lifted Diara and laid her down on her side. Her legs, bent by their own accord to avoid compressing her round belly, forced her to kneel and lie face down.
“Hold on to the seat. I’ll hit you from behind, so get into good posture.”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh...!”
The penis, thrusting in from behind, began to spread open her insides in earnest, repeating the cycle of advance and retreat. Aah, ah, ow, the hand curled up like a cat's paw, clutching the bedding, groaned softly.
Lying at an angle, her crushed breasts rippled and swayed against the bedding. He grasped her squished breasts, and the plump nipples felt like buttons between his fingers. Instinctively, Diara pressed her breasts against his hand.
The squishy flesh squeezed through the gap between his hands. He swayed his hips to the rhythm, then smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.
“Why, milk me?”
The wedding took place over a month.
To be precise, the wedding ceremony, in which the imperial family bestowed gold, yellow-haired livestock, and golden grain upon the people of the capital, lasted for a month. After that, a celebratory banquet, hosted by eight elders in rotation, remained. This monthly banquet, held for two days, lasted a full eight months.
This was the first event to greet the newly appointed elders upon entering the palace, replacing the four elders who had been beheaded along with the elders. A procession of carriages, each eager to impress the new ruler of the empire, stretched from the imperial gates to the edge of the capital.
During this wedding and six banquets, the desert passed through a short, sweet spring and entered the midst of summer.
The blazing sun gently pierced through the thin curtain. The half-erected castle walls were bleached white by the sunlight, and beads of sweat formed on the foreheads of the maids, who were busy preparing for the banquet. A faint groan escaped from the Empress's bedroom.
“Open your eyes and raise your head.”
“No, no, ah, uh... yeah.”
Rahikan pressed his lips against her sagging cheek and smiled. Diara sat with her back against a wall-sized mirror, her buttocks resting on his thighs, her cock still lodged in her vagina.
With each thrust of her vagina, her spread knees shook. Her perky breasts rose and fell rapidly above her round, swollen belly, and beads of sweat dripped from her chin and pooled between her breasts.
“You have no idea how pretty and slutty you are.”
“Huh, huh...”
“No matter how much I tell you, you won’t listen, so see for yourself.”
Despite the words of encouragement, Diara kept her eyes tightly shut and buried her face in Rahikan's neck.
There was no way. She knew better than anyone what she looked like now. Her belly, bulging with each passing day, was now almost a rounded hill, and her breasts, plump with fat, swayed even as she tiptoed.
Her changing body felt unfamiliar, but she didn't mind it, thinking it was for the child's sake. Still, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed about showing him her changed body.
What if Rahikan looks at me strangely? Once that thought started to cross her mind, sleeping naked as a daily routine became increasingly difficult and embarrassing.
She likes physical contact, but she doesn't like showing it. She likes being held, but she doesn't like being touched. Unable to understand these complex feelings, Rahikan, as always, coveted her greedily.
To make matters worse, perhaps because she had been forbidden from rough sex since the early stages of pregnancy, her sexual relations with him became more and more persistent and steadfast.
She was tortured every night, every day. Rahikan acted shamelessly, unleashing his lust on her breasts, hands, feet, armpits, and thighs without a second thought.
"Lara, pretty one. Look over here."
The sound of someone brushing his dick with one hand while calling her name seductively rang in her ears.
Unable to bear the obscene sight, she closed her eyes and was slapped in the face with a cock. The head of her penis was rubbed until her closed lips were swollen. With the head of his penis still in the corner of her vagina, she was forced to rub her own breasts and flick her nipples. And then she had to watch him masturbate, looking down at her.
The most unbearable part of all was the fact that her body was exposed before his eyes while such obscene acts continued. He wouldn't allow her to cover herself or turn off the lights.
Of course, Diara didn't just submit to her ruthless husband's oppression. Instead of escaping, she resisted by biting and striking Rahikan. She bit his shoulder until it left bite marks, and swung her fists wildly until, today, she finally burst into tears.
She cried, saying she hated what she saw, and that it was embarrassing to see her swollen belly shake every time he fucked.
"I'm afraid I'll look ugly. Your Majesty is so cool, but I'm the only one...!"
The sound of her bursting out in sobs was heartbreaking. Rahikan remained silent, as if dumbfounded, and then quickly rose from his seat.
He must be angry. He must be going away. She raised her head with a flash of regret, but a hand reached out and guided her to the mirror. Before she could even sense what he was doing, her legs opened wide to receive him.
“Look, Lara. How pretty you are.”
“Ugh...”
The hand holding her cheek persistently urged her to look ahead. Her eyes, bulging beneath narrowed eyelids, reluctantly obeyed his words.
She saw herself reflected in the bright mirror. Her limp body, held by the man's strong arms, was spread apart, like a prey being devoured alive. Between her pristine thighs, her rosy, ripe vagina twitched fiercely.
“Ugh.”
The shame made her lower abdomen tighten involuntarily. The feeling of her once soft inner walls tightening and forcefully pushing out something hard was dizzying.
He chuckled softly, feeling the hole being sucked, making a slurping sound. She knows it's dirty.
"This is what I see every day, isn't it? Putting it in this tiny mouth, then putting it in this plump pussy."
“Ugh, ah, uh-huh.”
“Poke and shake it until holes appear.”
Not only the visible vagina, but also the invisible belly probably took on his shape. As he tenaciously pushed against the tightly clung path, grinding and grinding, he felt the spasming inner walls engage in a familiar pattern.
The fluid she had spilled flowed like a film over the man's genitals as he slowly and leisurely entered and exited. The sight of her hole, twitching helplessly, devouring him greedily was breathtakingly graphic.
“Spread your legs and look straight ahead.”
“Haaah, ugh.”
“How deliciously your pussy eats mine. How beautifully you cry every time I thrust my penis.”
Diara's face was distorted, her chin tilted forward, forcing her to look straight ahead. Rahikan pressed his lips against her flushed cheeks, slowly continuing his digging.
She felt a throbbing sensation within her tightly distended stomach. His penis, beating at the same pace as his heart, was now inside her.
The excitement radiating through the skin connected to him sent shivers down her spine. Diara, who had been moaning and receiving him, impulsively reached out. Her soft fingers hesitantly traced the spot where they had intertwined. The man's aroused member pulsed as if it were about to burst at any moment.
“Here, my heart is pounding, yeah, my heart is pounding...”
“Ugh...”
“Is it because of me, uh, uh?”
The face of the man, clutching his throbbing root and asking, was flushed with intoxication. Rahikan bit his lip, suppressing a curse as he glanced up at the eyes that darted up slightly.
“Are you excited because I think you’re pretty?”
"Ugh," she said, lowering her eyes and then raising them slightly to examine his face. There was no other way to seduce a man. Had she not seen her recent desperate attempts to cover herself, Rahikan would have assumed she was simply flirting.
What should I do when I can't even see myself in a mirror held up to my nose? Even with the world's most obscene thing before her, she simply stares up at herself, her eyes focused solely on her own pupils.
Sweet tears dripped from her wet, azure eyes. "Please love me. Please love me." He had the illusion of hearing those voices in those sparkling eyes. The wrinkles on her vagina, moving as if licking, twisted him, urging him to answer.
His testicles throbbed, and a burning sensation that started from the root of his scrotum instantly shot up his spine and to the top of his head.
“Ahhh!”
A deep puncture pierced her chin-raising waist. The woman's hand, lost in the recoil and struggling, clutched at his pelvis. Her cleanly filed nails scraped his skin.
“Ahhhhh...!”
“Then who is it because of?”
The blow sent her staggering forward, crashing to the ground. Her face flushed crimson as the back of her head was grabbed, and her face was pulled up. Rahikan, who had shoved his tongue into the gasping mouth, curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
“What don't you know? It's all your fault.”
"With your eyes wet and your face swollen with lust, like a woman who's been in love every night, your breasts and belly swollen."
“Yeah, yeah! Ahhhh!”
“Sweet water is dripping from every hole like this, so how can I not go crazy and be jealous when I see you?”
While he gripped the back of her head and turned it from side to side, poking and tasting every part of her mucous membrane, he rubbed her trembling labia mercilessly with one hand. He slapped her pointed clitoris lightly, and her vaginal opening spasmed and spurted fluid. Her swaying hips, swaying back and forth as the wet flesh rubbed against her, sucked his cock.
“Yeah, yeah! Ahhhhh...!”
The trigger flapped her thighs as if flapping wings. As the gushing fluid spurted out, smearing it across her round belly, the hole, contracting from the entrance, gripped him with a powerful grip.
The mouth is shut, and only the labia are twitching and fluttering, a typical example of a female in heat. A female who monopolizes the male who impregnated her, claiming ownership of the root of the problem.
Rahikan's eyes narrowed in a twisted smile at her possessive gaze. From his throbbing cock to his seething dantian, everything felt like it would melt away.
So you're responsible. Got it? Diara nodded, whining at the growl. "Yes, yes." She licked the corner of her mouth and swayed her butt as if wagging her tail. Her whining mouth was red, her eyes aching.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, which was squeaking like a small puppy, and poked at her mucous membrane as if poking a hole. He made her entangle his tongue and then withdrew it, then spat out a thick saliva like semen. Her petal-like tongue curled into a sharp point and caught it.
As the sticky kiss continued without stopping, Diara's upper body tilted more and more to the side.
The woman, leaning against his arm, whined in discomfort. Rahikan carefully lifted Diara and laid her down on her side. Her legs, bent by their own accord to avoid compressing her round belly, forced her to kneel and lie face down.
“Hold on to the seat. I’ll hit you from behind, so get into good posture.”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh...!”
The penis, thrusting in from behind, began to spread open her insides in earnest, repeating the cycle of advance and retreat. Aah, ah, ow, the hand curled up like a cat's paw, clutching the bedding, groaned softly.
Lying at an angle, her crushed breasts rippled and swayed against the bedding. He grasped her squished breasts, and the plump nipples felt like buttons between his fingers. Instinctively, Diara pressed her breasts against his hand.
The squishy flesh squeezed through the gap between his hands. He swayed his hips to the rhythm, then smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.
“Why, milk me?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah...”
“Then you should say, ‘Please milk me.’”
“Ahhhhh!”
The woman's throat snapped open at the dizzying sensation. Diara, clutching the bedding, trembled.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah...”
Her limbs, immobile as if driven into a stake, trembled, biting and convulsing. As she rubbed her knees, fluid overflowing from her joints clung to her inner thighs like sticky glue.
“Please ask properly.”
Rahikan urged, clutching her rippling breasts. He squeezed and pulled on her nipples, stretching them, and thrust deeply into her.
“Ah, ahh, wait, ahh! The base, ahh!”
“Ah, no! No, don’t pull, maaang!”
A hot liquid was already seeping from her rosy, ripe nipples. Her vagina was thrusting backwards, and her nipples were being pulled forward. She was being relentlessly tortured, unable to move forward or backward.
Diara, unable to bear it any longer, sobbed. She bucked her hips and rubbed her nipples against his palm, sobbing. Hot, fierce lips touched her tear-stained cheeks.
“Quick.”
“Milk, please, milk, please, honey, uh, honey.”
Her sobbing voice was either a plea or a complaint. Her tear-stained face was simply eerily beautiful.
As the hand clutching her chest involuntarily tightened, she shook her head and called his name, "Rahikaan." "Rahikaan," she said in a thin voice, as if pleading for help from the man who was harassing her.
A sticky, pale yellowish fluid formed droplets and flowed through the cracks of his hand. The sight of her trembling, dripping milk from her entire body, dyed a deep pink, was so obscene it made his insides feel hot.
“That’s not it.”
“Yeah, yeah...?”
“I told you what to do when you ask your husband for something.”
“Uh, uh...”
“Ugh, you’re acting like a spoiled brat all the time, and the baby will get hurt.”
The way her eyes twist when she laughs with her tongue sticking out is so cute that it makes him want to strangle her.
Sweat pooled like a fountain from her sunken tailbone to her groin. Feeling the dampness of the sweat dripping down her armpits and onto her elbows, Diara twisted her waist and pressed her buttocks against his crotch.
“Ahhh, hmph, eugh...”
The bright red chrysanthemum-like anus clung tightly to the man's lower abdomen. The motion continued, thrusting forward and then swallowing backward. Between the round buttocks, which nodded up and down, the red flesh unfolded and shrank.
“Please, yeah, ple-ase... Yeah, suck, suck, uh-huh, give, give me... please...”
He slowly swayed his hips to the beat, then finally lowered his head. His tilted mouth bit into her right breast, as if devouring it.
Turning his head as if kissing her, he nibbled on her nipple, sucking until his cheeks puckered. The sensation of her nipples being pulled taut sent a tingling sensation down her ribs and back. Her round, slender toes trembled, and a thick sweat soaked through the soles of her feet.
“Haah, ah, ah, hak...!”
With each thrust, she felt something flowing out from deep within her core. A strange sensation that seemed about to burst, yet never did, swirled around her areola and bubbled up at the tip of her nipple.
“Ah, what should I do, come out, ah, me, come, ah!”
A warm sensation began to surge from deep within her chest. Goosebumps ran down her body as she felt her breasts opening. Unlike her heart, which felt like it was about to burst, her thawed breasts melted like cream in his mouth. She didn't even realize the pain of her nipples, which were being nibbled and gnawed, as jer limbs trembled.
“Ah, ah, ahhh...!”
Diara's waist arched as if it were about to break. Her breasts, where her nipples were bitten by her waist, and even her buttocks, as soft as clay, jiggled and undulated.
Trickle, drip, drip, drip, a fragrant milky liquid dripped down the man's chin. He swallowed the milk she spilled, gulping it down, and then furrowed his brow.
“Ugh...”
Just before he gave his final thrust, he pulled out his cock and wrapped it in his hand. He shook it vigorously, as if he were going to pull out his testicles, and arched his back as if he were slamming himself beneath her. He dug his finger into her throbbing urethra and thrust into her hole, thrusting furiously.
Squeak squeak squeak, the sound of skin rubbing against skin and milk being sucked. The woman's screams and the man's growling slurp mixed together in a chaotic mess. Semen spurted out like a fountain, spraying everywhere.
The mixture of what she had spilled and what the man hadn't caught fell onto the woman's body in a thud. She burrowed into his mouth, feeling the raindrops fall.
In the room with high humidity, even the intertwined breathing of the couple smelled wet.
The copulation that began in the middle of the day didn't end until around sunset.
The red shadow of the sun stretched across the sandy ridge. Hosted by the three elders, now the elders, the banquet, without the main character, concluded disappointingly.
As such incidents had been commonplace over the past few months, like newlyweds indulging in lewd play, those who had not seen the imperial couple today returned to their garrison camps on one side of the city, hoping to see them again tomorrow.
After a long, long afterglow and a short, sweet nap, Rahikan led a drowsy Diara to the back garden of the Empress's Palace.
This castle was built by the Emperor himself for his beloved Empress, whom he loved so much he wouldn't mind putting her in his eyes. Surrounded by white walls, as if melted from the morning star, the castle contained a glass greenhouse within.
Tens of thousands of flowers, planted for the Red Princess, carpeted the waterway floor. The path she walked barefoot, rustling, resembled the oasis she had once seen in her dreams.
Rahikan's promise to show her a flower-filled oasis was postponed due to her sudden pregnancy, but she ended up having her own flower garden instead.
With her red hair fluttering, she walks along the path he paved, as if walking on a dream path. Feldif's rose, which had never even been a rose lover, has now become Cardion's flower.
“Stop it and come here.”
Rahikan, who had been watching Diara play with the flowers, reached out to her. The glass filled with alcohol was pushed aside, making a pleasant clinking sound.
“I’ll give you a ride.”
“Rahikan.”
“If you become good at riding, I will buy you a slender and pretty mare like you.”
“...”
After Rahikan was bitten by a snake and fell, Diara did not come close to snakes and dote on them as before.
After Helgatria's death, the snake used in the spell was found dead, its tail curled up, in the nest where it had been born. Its burned waist and severed head, as if they were nothing more than fake skin, lay there, its body intact, as if it had just hatched from an egg.
Diara buried it in the red sand dunes. As tears dripped down the sandy grave, Rahikan offered her a more beautiful snake, but she shook her head.
"I don't want to get close to anything dangerous anymore."
She now had a lot to protect. Her face was stern as she tried to defend herself.
Then Rahikan offered Diara a mare with a mane as red as a flower in return. He offered her a gift: if she could ride as skillfully as he did, they could ride the foal he had gifted and roam the oasis together, his tone both affectionate and obscene.
“Come on. It’s hard to stand.”
The smiling face that pulled her hand was as elegant as a languid predator. It was hard to ignore that face and ignore it. Diara raised her eyebrows slightly, then, in a desperate attempt to resist, was drawn towards it.
"Nothing else is possible. I'll just sit there. I really can't do this anymore."
“Yes. I’ll give you a ride, so just sit there.”
"Therefore..."
His head tilted over her lips, which were about to question whether such words were a trap. A smile clung to her lips, covering up the protest that hadn't escaped her lips.
“I promise. Just kiss me.”
“...”
“I’m not in the mood to drink alone.”
The bottle tilted over the glass. His wine-soaked mouth licked the nape of her neck. The wine, diluted by her scent and sweat, was much sweeter and smoother than anything with dissolved sugar. Rahikan often drank this way.
The warmed wine flowed down her collarbone. As soft lips licked her skin, Diara squeezed her chest tightly, keeping the wine from spilling out. After emptying her glass, a kiss followed, as always.
As his thick tongue rubbed and rubbed against her mucous membrane, it felt as if she was biting his penis. The smoky caress and the fragrant scent of alcohol spread pleasantly over her swaying body.
Diara, who had been half-asleep leaning against his shoulder, suddenly opened her mouth as if a thought had occurred to her.
“Rahikan.”
"Hmm."
“If my father saw that I had become Empress, would he be pleased?”
This refers to her father, whom she hadn't seen since leaving Feldif. Rahikan, who had been silent for a moment, stroked her head and answered.
“Well, I didn’t make you my Empress to please anyone.”
"Yes..."
“Why are you suddenly asking such questions? Do you miss your father?”
“...”
Diara hesitated, as if unsure of how to respond, and lowered her gaze.
“I just... still can’t believe that my father passed away like that.”
Immediately after the wedding, the King of Feldif died of an unknown plague. His eldest son, then his eldest daughter, and then his sons, all died one by one, until the entire royal family abandoned the ailing castle and scattered.
Although it was rare for a small country's royal line to be wiped out by a severe epidemic, it was not entirely unheard of. Diara was surprised, but she didn't seem terribly shocked or heartbroken.
I see. My father is sick... Yes. Her face, looking into the distance, was filled with an indescribable, confused look.
Of course, contrary to public opinion, it wasn't a plague that ended the Feldif royal line.
He wished she had been more pleased with her cruel father's death. His beautiful wife was as gentle with dangerous things as she was with worms.
They say some flowers bloom even in the mud. It was hard to believe she had grown up among such ugly and cruel people, her kindness and purity so pure. It was as if she had never once felt hatred in her life.
Thanks to this, Rahikan thought of Diara as a well-grown, jewel-like flower without a single doubt.
Rahikan's thinking was changed by the doctor imprisoned in the sand prison. Having wandered as a wandering doctor before joining the Imperial Court, he revealed everything he knew to the Emperor before he was buried in the sand again.
The doctor said that the Princess he was about to make Empress was not a red rose or a golden jade leaf or anything else.
She was a red whore, a shameful tribute, despised and abused, and forced upon him. He was being toyed with by the King of Feldif, and his pleas were desperate.
“So, Your Majesty, why would you do this for a prostitute...?”
The doctor died before he could finish his sentence.
Afterwards, the same story came back from the mouth of the crow that flew out for investigation.
It was then that the stench of blood began to resonate through the Feldif royal court. First, the King of Feldif, then his son, the Princess and Prince, their relatives, and all their servants. And then, everyone who had ever heard of or seen Diara fell to their deaths.
The crime was to condone the Princess's abuse, but the dead did not even know why they were losing their lives.
Without Diara, these men would have long ago been crushed to death by Rahikan's horses. Thanks to Diara's intervention in his bed that day, their short lives were extended by a few months, and they enjoyed every bit of luxury they could.
The ruined castle of Feldif crumbled like sand in a blazing fire. The walls that had once imprisoned Diara were now gone. No more news of those who had tormented her would ever be heard.
“Are you upset that your father became like that?”
“...”
She gazed blankly up at Rahikan, who pretended to be a loving husband and consoled her. A complex expression passed across the woman's clean face.
How can I explain the shock I felt when I heard the sudden news of my father's death?
Her father, whom she had always feared and resented. A father she always wanted to run away from. But it was also her father who had introduced her to Rahikan, so Diara could no longer completely hate him. She no longer harbored hatred, fear, or resentment.
She couldn't tell whether she should feel lonely or relieved by the empty, light heart.
“I don’t know. It’s just strange that I no longer have a hometown.”
Now that Feldif is gone, the name Feldif's Red Rose will soon fade as well. Her shame, her secrets, and her ruined castle will disappear forever.
Yes, forever.
“Rahikan.”
The next words that came out were almost impulsive.
“I... have a confession to make. The truth is, I am not the Red Rose of Feldiff that Your Majesty knows.”
She wasn't the precious Princess he thought she was. It was a secret she'd kept hidden until her death. She bit her trembling lip, having squandered the opportunity to deceive him forever.
Her heart pounded as she waited for his answer, revealing the secret she desperately kept hidden. Rahikan, who had been quietly looking down at Diara, smiled faintly.
"I know."
“Oh, you know...?”
"I told you from the beginning. You are my red snake. You are mine."
Rahikan sighed as if he was saying something stupid and lightly pushed Diara back.
With a thud, Diara collapsed onto the tangled flowerbed. The thorny flowers fell in all directions, scattering petals that clouded her vision.
“But I... that’s true, but...”
That's not what I meant... Diara, taken aback by his unexpected reaction, was about to add some explanation when his lips touched her fluttering eyelids in confusion.
“Lara, my snake. You were born from my hands.”
On the day of the sealing ceremony in the Serpent Palace, all Empresses died and were reborn as if in a completely new body, shedding their old skins and transforming into the Emperor's sole consort, protected by the serpent.
"So, whatever you were before, it doesn't matter anymore. You're mine now, and your home is also here, in the Red Desert."
The speaking man's face tilted downwards.
“If you want roses, take as many as you want, even tens of thousands. If you want the Empire, you can have them too.”
“...”
“In the first place, all the flowers and oases of this land were yours.”
The rose of a ruined country. The lips that cover each other with a soft smile tickle.
Only then did Diara realize what Rahikan was saying, and she slowly closed her dazed eyes.
Rahikan truly knew her past. He knew it long before she even revealed it, perhaps even a long time ago.
Come to think of it, it wasn't all that strange. Rahikan would often easily discern even the feelings she couldn't bring herself to express.
Diara felt like a fool, seeing her face smiling as if her shame, her cunning lies, and her sudden confession were nothing.
What on earth have I been so afraid of all this time?
She looked at Rahikan, bewildered, like a child waking from a long nap. "Are you going to confess again?" He asked.
“Or something you want.”
Looking at the narrowing eyes, Diara recalled a day when the rain had stopped for a long time.
'I've been caught by a madman.'
He laughed,
'So now you want to run away?' he asked.
Sunset dipped between the red flowers covering the ceiling. The man's eyes, sparkling in the light, were as gentle and warm as the sun. Diara, feeling the gaze cast down upon her embarrassed body and mind, answered softly.
“I only need Your Majesty.”
“That sound again.”
The man's voice was low and dispirited.
“But I mean it.”
"Yes, yes." Diara watched silently as a smile spread across his face as he answered, seemingly helpless. He was as foolish as she was, unable to comprehend what she had been told countless times.
She guesses everyone who falls in love becomes a little bit foolish.
With that thought in mind, Diara closed her eyes. She felt exhausted, as if she'd just finished a long game of tag. Sleepiness washed over her, accompanied by the pounding of her stomach beneath the pleasantly pounding heartbeat.
The desert summer, sweet and soft like spring, was passing by slowly.
[END]
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