Your Majesty, I Want You

Chapter 6: Addicted (2)

Looking at her, his prey, he felt a sudden urge to devour her. But he could not. She was unique and once broken, the damage could never be undone. The Grand Duke held himself back and kissed her cheek.

“You amaze me, Your Majesty.”

The Emperor moaned in reply. She was nearing close to climax, he could tell. He pulled out of her for a moment and turned her body around, her back now lying on the table and her front facing him.

“Haaa…. what…”

The Grand Duke stretched out her legs and hung it over his shoulder and pulled her hips closer to him. Subconsciously, the Emperor clenched the edge of the table as if she was going to fall. It was an uncomfortable position, but it was better than holding on to the Grand Duke.

He seemed to have read her mind; he snorted.

The Emperor habitually lowered her gaze and saw histhing.It was long, thick, and ugly. How it managed to fit… she did not know…

Feeling her gaze, the Grand Duke smirked and drove his m*nhood inside her, penetrating her wet insides easily.

“Your Majesty, do you see how well your hole swallows men? Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be the only one to monopolize this er*tic hole. Your Majesty loves and cares for her nations, so why not happily swallow the humble stablemen and your servants’ thingwith your hole.”

“No..! That’s…” the Emperor shook her head desperately and shut her eyes.

The Grand Duke kissed her closed eyelids, wiping away the tears flowing from the corner of her eyes. He tightened his grip on her waist lightly as if to punish her for keeping her eyes closed.

The Emperor was in danger, she was close to reaching her peak climax. But the Grand Duke did not go easy on her and continued hammering and thr*sting inside her.

“Your Majesty, I want to see the face you’ll make.”

“Aahhhh… haaaaa..!” the Emperor could not reply for a rush of pleasure drowned her whole body. Her body and head rose high in the air and her ch*st heaved dramatically. She felt weak. Eventually, she fell back but she did not feel the pain from falling for the Grand Duke wrapped his arms around her back and head to prevent herself from falling hard.

When she opened her eyes, she saw bright red eyes before her. She was afraid and tried to turn her head but the Grand Duke locked her lips with his before she could move.

“Nnmm…”

His waist stopped moving as he focused on the kiss. Meanwhile, he clutched on the Emperor’s p*lvis while hot liquid caressed her insides. It was not until the last drop was released inside her that he removed his m*nhood.

The Emperor, weak, drooped on the table. She wanted to leave and wash herself thoroughly but she was too tired to lift a finger. She was completely exhausted while the Grand Duke was still full of energy and vigor.

“Please stop…” the Emperor implored with great difficulty. But that was a mistake. Her voice sounded ever so sensual and carnal, causing her partner’s genitals to harden again.

The Emperor’s face turned white. “No, I can’t do this anymore…”

But he did not comply. He stretched her legs open. Again.

The Emperor and the Grand Duke drowned in euphoria all night long.

***

Aranrhod Linister, Aran for short, was the 17th Emperor of the Linister Empire. It was purely thanks to Grand Duke Roark that she was able to overtake Orabi’s throne and become Emperor.

She was a daughter born to the imperial family. The previous Emperor thought her precious. She monopolized his love the moment she was conceived into the world. But despite the great love shown towards her, she was far from power for the first prince, five years older than her, had already been designated as successor and the crown prince. Moreover, the Emperor wished for his daughter to live in peace with a husband who loved her dearly rather than to jump into troublesome political disputes.

The Emperor who loved his daughter far too much had once tried to marry her to a nobleman of low nobility who had little to no ambition of seeking power for he feared she may die in the process. He sought to have his daughter live a peaceful life even after marriage. But the Empress objected. The man she was to marry was unqualified and unfitting of her status so the Emperor was forced to create a list of men who had nothing but good looks and redeeming qualities.

Under her father’s extreme love and affection, Aran grew up as innocent and beautiful as a deer. Her weakness was her innocence, but that, too, was her strength.

At the age of thirteen, a marriage agreement was made to Enoch Roark, son of Prince Roark. The Emperor disapproved of Enoch, stating his red eyes full of rebelliousness. But Aran disagreed. She was fascinated at once by him.

On the other hand, Enoch, who was sixteen at the time, was not particularly attracted to her. Still, as her fiancé, he treated her with courtesy and politeness.