Your Majesty, I Want You
Chapter 10 - Get Well, Your Majesty (2)
Chapter 10: Get Well, Your Majesty (2)
“No, that’s not it.” Aran quickly denied. Ignoring Enoch’s hardening from below, she remained still with great effort. Should he change his mind, the deed from last night would replay again.
But… his manhood seemed ready to break through his pants, and slowly, his hands began touching her naked body.
Aran turned around briskly and avoided his touch, her hips touching his manhood in the process.
Enoch grunted lowly and he whispered in her ear and bit it lightly. “I wasn’t going to do anything, but my will is shaking.”
“Don’t do this…” Aran pleaded.
“What am I to do, Your Majesty?”
He clasped her ch*st; his other hand penetrated the inside of her th*ghs and caressed her smooth crack.
Aran stiffened.
“Is this too much?”
Aran could not reply so she nodded, fearing that she’d cry out when she parted her lips open. She could feel his thick fingers.
“I won’t ask you to do that. But asking to do it with your mouth is okay, right?” Enoch kissed her ear.
Aran closed her eyes tight and endured his touch.
“Just listen to me, alright?”
“Okay…”
Aran thought this was better than last night.
“Loosen my belt, Your Majesty.”
Aran went down between his legs, knelt down, and loosened his belt. She was at a standstill after doing as Enoch instructed.
Enoch laughed softly and patted her head. “Stop pretending to be naive, unless you intend to give me something else.”
Aran unbuttoned his pants with trembling hands desperately wondering what to do. His vicious m*nhood popped out and patted her head and cheek laudably.
“This reminds me of our first time,” Enoch smiled.
He had a fishy smell and Aran unconsciously quickened her breath, not because she could not stand the smell but because her mind wandered back to that day where she saw blood – blood in the floor, blood in her dress, in her hands while she caressed Enoch’s manhood to survive.
She remembered Enoch pushing his manhood deep in her throat. He smiled merrily at her, at Aran whose body was tainted with blood, tears, and white fluid. It was at that moment that Aran grew afraid of blood and its mere sight alone.
“It was a pleasant experience, Your Majesty.”
Aran could not answer. Enoch’s m*nhood crushed her lips.
Enoch picked up a small bottle next to the bed. Liquid poured out and he spread it on her ch*st and stomach. Her body glistened with oil.
“Stand a little bit higher and get on your knees.”
She did as she was told, her mounds now touching his manhood instead. Enoch sighed pleasurably.
“Wrap it in between.”
Aran tried to place his manhood in between her ch*st, but due to the oil, her hands kept slipping. Embarrassed, she looked up at Enoch who remained silent all throughout.
Enoch thought her behavior clumsy but it was not so bad to see his towering manhood being crushed between her ch*st. In particular, he thought it interesting that Aran was trying her clumsiest best to meet his demands. He saw her long, voluminous eyelashes quivering with humiliation.
“It’s… not… working…” Aran opened her luscious lips as if asking for help.
Enoch clicked his tongue exaggeratedly. “If you can’t, then stop.”
Soon as he said those words, Aran knew how this would play out thereafter. She quickly moved her body and rubbed her ch*st against his m*nhood by diligently moving her upper body.
They had done many salacious acts, but this was their first. She knew this act was embarrassing despite her being ignorant of carnal pleasure. If she had the choice, she’d rather be doing other things, but she had to follow his orders.
Her soft ch*st and erect n*pple grazed his manhood. Enoch managed to resist the urge to grab her hair and plunge his shaft deep in her mouth. If he had done as his instinct told him to, Aran would be stuck in bed for days.
He needed her. Her presence as Emperor was needed. Aran may not believe it, but Enoch treated her with great care like a glass doll that could break at any moment’s notice.
Aran, who had no clue what Enoch was thinking, sought to satisfy him and get out of the uncomfortable situation as soon as possible.
“No, that’s not it.” Aran quickly denied. Ignoring Enoch’s hardening from below, she remained still with great effort. Should he change his mind, the deed from last night would replay again.
But… his manhood seemed ready to break through his pants, and slowly, his hands began touching her naked body.
Aran turned around briskly and avoided his touch, her hips touching his manhood in the process.
Enoch grunted lowly and he whispered in her ear and bit it lightly. “I wasn’t going to do anything, but my will is shaking.”
“Don’t do this…” Aran pleaded.
“What am I to do, Your Majesty?”
He clasped her ch*st; his other hand penetrated the inside of her th*ghs and caressed her smooth crack.
Aran stiffened.
“Is this too much?”
Aran could not reply so she nodded, fearing that she’d cry out when she parted her lips open. She could feel his thick fingers.
“I won’t ask you to do that. But asking to do it with your mouth is okay, right?” Enoch kissed her ear.
Aran closed her eyes tight and endured his touch.
“Just listen to me, alright?”
“Okay…”
Aran thought this was better than last night.
“Loosen my belt, Your Majesty.”
Aran went down between his legs, knelt down, and loosened his belt. She was at a standstill after doing as Enoch instructed.
Enoch laughed softly and patted her head. “Stop pretending to be naive, unless you intend to give me something else.”
Aran unbuttoned his pants with trembling hands desperately wondering what to do. His vicious m*nhood popped out and patted her head and cheek laudably.
“This reminds me of our first time,” Enoch smiled.
He had a fishy smell and Aran unconsciously quickened her breath, not because she could not stand the smell but because her mind wandered back to that day where she saw blood – blood in the floor, blood in her dress, in her hands while she caressed Enoch’s manhood to survive.
She remembered Enoch pushing his manhood deep in her throat. He smiled merrily at her, at Aran whose body was tainted with blood, tears, and white fluid. It was at that moment that Aran grew afraid of blood and its mere sight alone.
“It was a pleasant experience, Your Majesty.”
Aran could not answer. Enoch’s m*nhood crushed her lips.
Enoch picked up a small bottle next to the bed. Liquid poured out and he spread it on her ch*st and stomach. Her body glistened with oil.
“Stand a little bit higher and get on your knees.”
She did as she was told, her mounds now touching his manhood instead. Enoch sighed pleasurably.
“Wrap it in between.”
Aran tried to place his manhood in between her ch*st, but due to the oil, her hands kept slipping. Embarrassed, she looked up at Enoch who remained silent all throughout.
Enoch thought her behavior clumsy but it was not so bad to see his towering manhood being crushed between her ch*st. In particular, he thought it interesting that Aran was trying her clumsiest best to meet his demands. He saw her long, voluminous eyelashes quivering with humiliation.
“It’s… not… working…” Aran opened her luscious lips as if asking for help.
Enoch clicked his tongue exaggeratedly. “If you can’t, then stop.”
Soon as he said those words, Aran knew how this would play out thereafter. She quickly moved her body and rubbed her ch*st against his m*nhood by diligently moving her upper body.
They had done many salacious acts, but this was their first. She knew this act was embarrassing despite her being ignorant of carnal pleasure. If she had the choice, she’d rather be doing other things, but she had to follow his orders.
Her soft ch*st and erect n*pple grazed his manhood. Enoch managed to resist the urge to grab her hair and plunge his shaft deep in her mouth. If he had done as his instinct told him to, Aran would be stuck in bed for days.
He needed her. Her presence as Emperor was needed. Aran may not believe it, but Enoch treated her with great care like a glass doll that could break at any moment’s notice.
Aran, who had no clue what Enoch was thinking, sought to satisfy him and get out of the uncomfortable situation as soon as possible.