Moonlight Ball

“Wh, why there, hm!” Iris squirmed under Sidrain’s touch.

“It keeps getting wet down there, right?” Sidrain growled. “Each time I touch it, you close your legs and wet your panties. Hm?”

“I don’t…” Iris blushed in shame and shook her head. H, how did he know? She had been constantly changing her underwear without anyone knowing. Embarrassed, she adamantly denied Sidrain’s words, but he didn’t fall for it. He then asked in a low voice, “Do you know why it gets wet?”

Iris’ cheeks more crimson. She had no choice but to answer in spite of the humiliation she felt. “B, because Sid touched me,” she stuttered meekly.

Iris was someone who couldn’t lie to save her life. Sidrain smiled devilishly before taking out his swollen manhood from his pants, which sprung up threateningly on top of Iris.

Iris stared at it in horror. It was almost blackish red. It was as stiff as a spear, ready to stab someone to death. It was enormous. Veins were protruding as if on the verge of exploding. Iris thought it looked… gross. She felt herself returning to her senses at its ferocity, her shrouded mind clearing.

“It’s to accept me, Ris,” whispered Sidrain.

***

Iris had definitely grown; back then she was only a child in a grown woman’s body. She didn’t scream. She very quietly fainted with her eyes open.

Iris regained her consciousness only the next morning, coming to face the head of the maids, the doctor, Sidrain, and Elena. The women gathered with worried faces beside Iris’ bed, and they were all suspecting all kinds of things the King did to the Queen last night. Especially Elena.

Had the King finally put his dark demon inside the Queen? Elena’s green eyes glanced at the King suspiciously, and Sidrain felt like he was going to lose his composure at her accusing glances.

If I did something, I wouldn’t even be mad! he thought defensively. If her pale hands had touched his thing even once, he felt like he’d be less mad. The only thing he did was reveal a part of his body. At the same moment, a terrifying thought struck him. Is she going to become the sausage killer again?

Sidrain lamented on his hardships as he looked at Iris. As their eyes met, Iris avoided his gaze. Ah, his heart felt burdened. His vision became as dark as when he received the order to subjugate the dragon. No, before then, he had something to depend on, but this time there was nothing, no one.

This time for sure she’s going to hate…. Hm?

Sidrain carefully observed Iris’s face. It didn’t look like Iris was angry. To be specific, she looked like she was embarrassed. Sidrain shook his head. Am I interpreting to my liking? Have my eyes gone crazy from wanting her so much?

Sidrain took two steps back in spite of himself. Iris had turned her head so he wanted to see her face clearly from a little afar. Whether she didn’t want to see him, or she was angry, or perhaps… embarrassed.

Her cheeks were tinted a faint pink. She was being embarrassed. Was it because she fainted or because she saw his thing?

It might be both.

His heart heated up for some reason. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to pat her hair. He wanted to caress her shoulders. He wanted to cup her bre*sts and suck on them. He wanted to leave trails of kisses on her pale body.

Do you know, Ris? I dream every night of becoming one with you.

“What are you doing, Your Majesty?” Elena asked with a displeased voice.

Sidrain then realized that he was very intently staring at his wife a few steps away. It seemed as if he was assessing her, which was not very gentlemanly of him.

Elena’s green orbs were burning with suspicion. Your Majesty, are you perhaps bullying your naive wife? She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m just looking at the Queen,” he raised his hands.

“Your Majesty, have some dignity as the leader of gentlemen!” Elena scolded him.

“I’m well aware. Better than anyone.” You’ll be surprised if you knew how good and simple I live. Ah, get out of the way a little, I can’t see my wife’s face.

Sidrain looked at Iris with a fluttering heart. Even though she fainted with her eyes open, she didn’t seem to dislike it. She seemed surprised, certainly, but didn’t seem to harbor any negative emotions for last night. She looked like she was in shock, but it didn’t look like she wanted to slice in pieces his manhood.

She’s blushing? So cute.

Sidrain had never met a woman in his life who blushed after an intimate session. No, to be precise, it was the first time that a woman he was about to make love with was unable to meet his eyes the next morning.

He thought it was the first time but in fact, it wasn’t. Sidrain’s taste wasn’t this type of woman. Right now, he was so into Iris that he wasn’t in his right mind, but Sidrain never indulged in sexual activitied with timid women.

He preferred women who knew what to do and moved on their own accord. Women like Elena. To be precise, he preferred the ones who knew what they wanted. It was like that for both genders. He disliked females who pretended to be naïve and weak. Though his hatred for Rosemary was imminent, he still praised her for being a woman of her own.

Right now, however, he was thinking how cute Iris was for not being able to meet his gaze when they haven’t even made love.

“Elena, I can’t see my Queen.”

I want to keep seeing my Queen’s face right now.