Your Majesty, I Want You
Chapter 18 - Climax (2)
Chapter 18: Climax (2)
A beautiful finger dug into her hot pot and poked her fleshy meat thoroughly. Aran felt it and she shivered, her soaked flesh accepting his finger without qualms.
Slurping wet sounds echoed in rhythmic notes.
It was melody to his ear.
She was nearing her peak and he knew it.
“Your Majesty.”
Aran stiffened at the rough voice calling her.
Enoch opened her legs wider and bent down to inhale her sweet, sweet entrance and lick the outer lips lightly.
Aran quivered.
Perhaps she did not hear him.
He called her again.
“Your Majesty.”
He’s sure she had heard him this time. He stopped his act and looked up at her.
Aran sighed in relief and said, “…What is it?”
“Duke Silas requests an audience with you. What do you want me to do, Your Majesty?”
Duke Silas?
She tried to make a reasonable judgment but her mind was hazy. She’s sure the duke was not among the people she’s to meet today.
“…What do you mean? Wait… ah… haa…!”
Suddenly, Enoch’s tongue penetrated her wet insides. She had almost reached the dam of breaking. Her senses stood at its height peak. She was sensitive and she trembled with each lick Enoch’s tongue tended to her flesh.
“Your Majesty, are you ill?” When Aran said nothing and simmered down, Enoch asked lowly.
“No, I’m fine,” she said with a muffled voice, “ask him what the matter is and if it is not urgent, then order him to go back.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Aran, who overcame the crisis, stared at him with a ball of bundled resentment. Unlike the nervousness corroding her, Enoch was too relaxed.
“Please, not right now. We’re in the office.”
No one would willingly enter the empress regent’s office without permission, but the mere thought of people passing by and standing at the foot of the door heightened her sense of nervousness.
Aran had tried to push his head away from her, but Enoch caught her wrist and gazed into her eyes.
“Why? Is that a problem?”
“Of course…! Nnghh…”
Enoch dived inside her garden without a moment’s hesitation and licked the fleshy lips of her taco. He moved upwards and flicked his tongue on her erect cl*t.
Aran bit her lips. A mildew of blood slipped out, but despite it all, she could not help but let out a low moan. Her toes curled up as she twisted in the caress of Enoch’s tongue.
“I hope you enjoyed it, Your Majesty.”
Aran was unable to refute. Even she could not believe the irregular gasps akin to a lustful animal belonged to her.
Under Enoch’s lead, he grabbed onto her leg with one hand while the other moved its way onward to her wholesome flesh.
“Stop…”
But stop he did not.
His finger touched her s*xual zone and he moved his finger up and down voraciously. Aran could not withstand the waves of pleasure that she let out that she came lightly. She was drenched with wetness and her moist green eyes the color of evergreen had been thrown in a whirlpool of pleasure.
Enoch kissed and sucked on her cl*t while inserting a finger inside her. Aran’s hot inner walls quickly accepted him while contracting vigorously as his thumb pressed down on her swollen cl*t.
“Ah!”
Aran shrieked in astonishment.
“Your Majesty? Is something wrong?”
One voice called for Aran when he heard her voice piercing through the door.
“What’s going on?” the voice asked.
Enoch did not stop moving his hand and pleasured Aran as freely as he could.
Arian’s waist arched up. Coincidentally, Enoch’s tongue slipped inside her inner flesh, causing Aran to let out a muffled sound.
The voice noticed something was strange when there was no answer from the other side.
“Your Majesty, may I come in?”
Aran tried to resist desperately from Enoch’s touch without making a sound, but the body that was immersed in pleasure was not strong enough.
She looked at Enoch with a pleading look but he wore a mere look of amusement.
“Excuse me, Your Majesty. I’ll be opening the door.”
At the voice’s words, Aran stiffened and she could hear the doorknob spin.
“You don’t need to come in. The cups spilled,” Enoch said before the door opened fully. His voice was incredibly dry. “I’ll have the maids clean it up.”
The voice heard Enoch’s rough voice and he immediately stopped.
Meanwhile, Enoch’s hands did not stop his playful banter. Aran’s lips were wide open. She moaned silently.
On the other side, the voice still held onto the door.
Aran closed her eyes hopelessly. She’d no longer be able to endure the moan this time. As she felt the burst of groan leaking from her small voice, a large hand covered her mouth.
“You can leave now,” Enoch said.
“Yes, Grand Duke,” the voice said meekly.
Enoch watched the doorknob twist. He could hear the footsteps moving further away. He turned his head back to Aran.
“Haaaah!!”
At the same time, the struggling Aran let out a pent out groan while a terrible climax that she had long endured followed. Even after experiencing her nigh peak, Aran was unable to recompose herself properly and she trembled intermittently.
“If I knew you’d like it this much, we’d have done this more often,” Enoch whispered as he left a kiss mark inside her trembling thighs.
A beautiful finger dug into her hot pot and poked her fleshy meat thoroughly. Aran felt it and she shivered, her soaked flesh accepting his finger without qualms.
Slurping wet sounds echoed in rhythmic notes.
It was melody to his ear.
She was nearing her peak and he knew it.
“Your Majesty.”
Aran stiffened at the rough voice calling her.
Enoch opened her legs wider and bent down to inhale her sweet, sweet entrance and lick the outer lips lightly.
Aran quivered.
Perhaps she did not hear him.
He called her again.
“Your Majesty.”
He’s sure she had heard him this time. He stopped his act and looked up at her.
Aran sighed in relief and said, “…What is it?”
“Duke Silas requests an audience with you. What do you want me to do, Your Majesty?”
Duke Silas?
She tried to make a reasonable judgment but her mind was hazy. She’s sure the duke was not among the people she’s to meet today.
“…What do you mean? Wait… ah… haa…!”
Suddenly, Enoch’s tongue penetrated her wet insides. She had almost reached the dam of breaking. Her senses stood at its height peak. She was sensitive and she trembled with each lick Enoch’s tongue tended to her flesh.
“Your Majesty, are you ill?” When Aran said nothing and simmered down, Enoch asked lowly.
“No, I’m fine,” she said with a muffled voice, “ask him what the matter is and if it is not urgent, then order him to go back.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Aran, who overcame the crisis, stared at him with a ball of bundled resentment. Unlike the nervousness corroding her, Enoch was too relaxed.
“Please, not right now. We’re in the office.”
No one would willingly enter the empress regent’s office without permission, but the mere thought of people passing by and standing at the foot of the door heightened her sense of nervousness.
Aran had tried to push his head away from her, but Enoch caught her wrist and gazed into her eyes.
“Why? Is that a problem?”
“Of course…! Nnghh…”
Enoch dived inside her garden without a moment’s hesitation and licked the fleshy lips of her taco. He moved upwards and flicked his tongue on her erect cl*t.
Aran bit her lips. A mildew of blood slipped out, but despite it all, she could not help but let out a low moan. Her toes curled up as she twisted in the caress of Enoch’s tongue.
“I hope you enjoyed it, Your Majesty.”
Aran was unable to refute. Even she could not believe the irregular gasps akin to a lustful animal belonged to her.
Under Enoch’s lead, he grabbed onto her leg with one hand while the other moved its way onward to her wholesome flesh.
“Stop…”
But stop he did not.
His finger touched her s*xual zone and he moved his finger up and down voraciously. Aran could not withstand the waves of pleasure that she let out that she came lightly. She was drenched with wetness and her moist green eyes the color of evergreen had been thrown in a whirlpool of pleasure.
Enoch kissed and sucked on her cl*t while inserting a finger inside her. Aran’s hot inner walls quickly accepted him while contracting vigorously as his thumb pressed down on her swollen cl*t.
“Ah!”
Aran shrieked in astonishment.
“Your Majesty? Is something wrong?”
One voice called for Aran when he heard her voice piercing through the door.
“What’s going on?” the voice asked.
Enoch did not stop moving his hand and pleasured Aran as freely as he could.
Arian’s waist arched up. Coincidentally, Enoch’s tongue slipped inside her inner flesh, causing Aran to let out a muffled sound.
The voice noticed something was strange when there was no answer from the other side.
“Your Majesty, may I come in?”
Aran tried to resist desperately from Enoch’s touch without making a sound, but the body that was immersed in pleasure was not strong enough.
She looked at Enoch with a pleading look but he wore a mere look of amusement.
“Excuse me, Your Majesty. I’ll be opening the door.”
At the voice’s words, Aran stiffened and she could hear the doorknob spin.
“You don’t need to come in. The cups spilled,” Enoch said before the door opened fully. His voice was incredibly dry. “I’ll have the maids clean it up.”
The voice heard Enoch’s rough voice and he immediately stopped.
Meanwhile, Enoch’s hands did not stop his playful banter. Aran’s lips were wide open. She moaned silently.
On the other side, the voice still held onto the door.
Aran closed her eyes hopelessly. She’d no longer be able to endure the moan this time. As she felt the burst of groan leaking from her small voice, a large hand covered her mouth.
“You can leave now,” Enoch said.
“Yes, Grand Duke,” the voice said meekly.
Enoch watched the doorknob twist. He could hear the footsteps moving further away. He turned his head back to Aran.
“Haaaah!!”
At the same time, the struggling Aran let out a pent out groan while a terrible climax that she had long endured followed. Even after experiencing her nigh peak, Aran was unable to recompose herself properly and she trembled intermittently.
“If I knew you’d like it this much, we’d have done this more often,” Enoch whispered as he left a kiss mark inside her trembling thighs.