Your Majesty, I Want You
Chapter 4 - Desire You (2)
Chapter 4: Desire You (2)
“Ugh…”
He let out a groan, one she could never get used to.
The Grand Duke slowly inserted in her garden.
“Restrain your strength.”
The Emperor wanted to, she really did. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and have the Grand Duke satisfy his own lust so he can go away. She wasn’t in the mood. However, her body was nervous that she wasn’t able to open up easily. And most of all, he was too big to begin with for her to accept him even when she was dripping wet.
After a series of failed inserts, he grew irritated.
“Really, you’re such a handful.”
An angry and untold desire smeared his every word. The Emperor trembled and awaited for her punishment. The Grand Duke held her neck and laid her upper body completely on the table.
The trade report document crumbled up. She could feel the paper getting wet from her tears. By tomorrow, it’s unlikely that she’ll be able to recognize the document report.
‘I can’t…’
His long fingers touched her flowerpot; her thoughts faded to white.
The frightened Emperor raised her body reflexively. The Grand Duke placed his hand on her gently to keep her from moving. In the meantime, his finger slid deeper inside her.
“Hhh…”
Her dried-up flowerpot was tightly closed, refusing to allow anyone entrance, but still, he moved his finger back and forth.
Without consideration, the Emperor muttered out in pain.
“It… hurts…”
She gasped for breath, feeling his finger wriggling inside her. A hand with nowhere to go clutched the papers on the table, her joints turning white. Moans of pain mingled with swishing sound.
“Only one finger is in. Don’t be afraid.”
The Grand Duke spoke coldly. It wasn’t too painful, as he said. It was the fear that overpowered the pain she felt.
A little while later, her little tight nether region loosened slightly; one more finger dug in without missing a gap.
“Ahh…!”
Every time his finger stabbed her garden, her body rose slightly to the beat. The flickering sound further aroused her shame and the Grand Duke was aware of it, even relished in it.
His grip on her waist quickly turned red. Every time she felt his fingering, her insides tightened.
“You must be feeling better, seeing you bite my finger like this.”
“What are you talking about…?”
The Emperor shook her head vigorously. But, surely, a little tickling was mixed in with the dull pain. She was slowly getting wet, proving true to his words.
She closed her eyes tightly and tried to calm down her burning body. Contrary to her intention, she could feel the tingling sensation from her lower area.
“No…”
“I don’t think there’s another woman like you. Surely, you feel the pleasure but you’re resisting so fiercely. It’s amusing. Looks like I’ll have to work harder.”
As he said so, he steadily worked his fingers inside her. His skill was smoother than before, but it wasn’t enough. The sound the Emperor made was akin to a painful groan than sweet, melodic moans.
The Grand Duke briefly clicked his tongue and rubbed her sweet spot, his thumb covered in fluids that dripped out.
“Ah….”
Like an open dam, the Emperor twisted her back unknowingly and let out a shriek. She could hear his dull laugh, her face red with shame.
“Ha… no… don’t…”
“But you’re holding on to me too tight.”
“No, no…! Unnh….”
The fingers that rubbed her sensitive areas poked her over and over. The Emperor shook her hips to avoid his hand. But to the Grand Duke, her action looked all too different, almost like she was enjoying it. The last resistance and patience from his handsome face soon disappeared.
His fingering became rough all of a sudden. The tickling sensation of her lower abdomen turned to something prickly. The burning heat in her nerves seemed to be concentrated from below.
The Emperor shook her head vigorously, suppressing a groan that was about to leak. The thin string that tied her hair broke and a long, golden hair cascaded down and covered her back. The Grand Duke, who was focused on her flowerpot, suddenly stopped.
Was he finished?
She hoped so and took this time to breathe.
His hand, which held her head, fell down to her neck, caressed it, then combed his fingers through her light, golden hair; and then his lips fell on hers. The Emperor did not resist, afraid the man’s fingers would work again.
As if praising her for her immobility, the Grand Duke kissed her neck and ear affectionately. And much to her expectancy, his fingers started moving again and pricked her insides. Unlike his lips, his hands moved roughly. There was wet sounds that played out each time he moved in and out.
“Just… nghh… I’d rather just do it…”
“Your Majesty is too confident. If we continue like that, we’ll probably keep on going till tomorrow.”
“Please…”
He continued to rub her tenaciously. Love juice overflowed and dripped down her thighs.
“Do you really hate it?”
“I… stop… please…”
The Emperor sobbed and pleaded. Tears trickled down her eyes; it was one of absolute misery and shame. She was the Emperor of the empire –– she held the throne, but here she was crying on the table and being held down by a man beneath her no less. He wasn’t even properly undressed.
“Ugh…”
He let out a groan, one she could never get used to.
The Grand Duke slowly inserted in her garden.
“Restrain your strength.”
The Emperor wanted to, she really did. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and have the Grand Duke satisfy his own lust so he can go away. She wasn’t in the mood. However, her body was nervous that she wasn’t able to open up easily. And most of all, he was too big to begin with for her to accept him even when she was dripping wet.
After a series of failed inserts, he grew irritated.
“Really, you’re such a handful.”
An angry and untold desire smeared his every word. The Emperor trembled and awaited for her punishment. The Grand Duke held her neck and laid her upper body completely on the table.
The trade report document crumbled up. She could feel the paper getting wet from her tears. By tomorrow, it’s unlikely that she’ll be able to recognize the document report.
‘I can’t…’
His long fingers touched her flowerpot; her thoughts faded to white.
The frightened Emperor raised her body reflexively. The Grand Duke placed his hand on her gently to keep her from moving. In the meantime, his finger slid deeper inside her.
“Hhh…”
Her dried-up flowerpot was tightly closed, refusing to allow anyone entrance, but still, he moved his finger back and forth.
Without consideration, the Emperor muttered out in pain.
“It… hurts…”
She gasped for breath, feeling his finger wriggling inside her. A hand with nowhere to go clutched the papers on the table, her joints turning white. Moans of pain mingled with swishing sound.
“Only one finger is in. Don’t be afraid.”
The Grand Duke spoke coldly. It wasn’t too painful, as he said. It was the fear that overpowered the pain she felt.
A little while later, her little tight nether region loosened slightly; one more finger dug in without missing a gap.
“Ahh…!”
Every time his finger stabbed her garden, her body rose slightly to the beat. The flickering sound further aroused her shame and the Grand Duke was aware of it, even relished in it.
His grip on her waist quickly turned red. Every time she felt his fingering, her insides tightened.
“You must be feeling better, seeing you bite my finger like this.”
“What are you talking about…?”
The Emperor shook her head vigorously. But, surely, a little tickling was mixed in with the dull pain. She was slowly getting wet, proving true to his words.
She closed her eyes tightly and tried to calm down her burning body. Contrary to her intention, she could feel the tingling sensation from her lower area.
“No…”
“I don’t think there’s another woman like you. Surely, you feel the pleasure but you’re resisting so fiercely. It’s amusing. Looks like I’ll have to work harder.”
As he said so, he steadily worked his fingers inside her. His skill was smoother than before, but it wasn’t enough. The sound the Emperor made was akin to a painful groan than sweet, melodic moans.
The Grand Duke briefly clicked his tongue and rubbed her sweet spot, his thumb covered in fluids that dripped out.
“Ah….”
Like an open dam, the Emperor twisted her back unknowingly and let out a shriek. She could hear his dull laugh, her face red with shame.
“Ha… no… don’t…”
“But you’re holding on to me too tight.”
“No, no…! Unnh….”
The fingers that rubbed her sensitive areas poked her over and over. The Emperor shook her hips to avoid his hand. But to the Grand Duke, her action looked all too different, almost like she was enjoying it. The last resistance and patience from his handsome face soon disappeared.
His fingering became rough all of a sudden. The tickling sensation of her lower abdomen turned to something prickly. The burning heat in her nerves seemed to be concentrated from below.
The Emperor shook her head vigorously, suppressing a groan that was about to leak. The thin string that tied her hair broke and a long, golden hair cascaded down and covered her back. The Grand Duke, who was focused on her flowerpot, suddenly stopped.
Was he finished?
She hoped so and took this time to breathe.
His hand, which held her head, fell down to her neck, caressed it, then combed his fingers through her light, golden hair; and then his lips fell on hers. The Emperor did not resist, afraid the man’s fingers would work again.
As if praising her for her immobility, the Grand Duke kissed her neck and ear affectionately. And much to her expectancy, his fingers started moving again and pricked her insides. Unlike his lips, his hands moved roughly. There was wet sounds that played out each time he moved in and out.
“Just… nghh… I’d rather just do it…”
“Your Majesty is too confident. If we continue like that, we’ll probably keep on going till tomorrow.”
“Please…”
He continued to rub her tenaciously. Love juice overflowed and dripped down her thighs.
“Do you really hate it?”
“I… stop… please…”
The Emperor sobbed and pleaded. Tears trickled down her eyes; it was one of absolute misery and shame. She was the Emperor of the empire –– she held the throne, but here she was crying on the table and being held down by a man beneath her no less. He wasn’t even properly undressed.