9 Seduction:
Large masculine hands wrapped around
her modest breasts.
‘Nnn~!’
He lifted from the bottom, scooped the
soft flesh pushing them together and caressed them. Iris felt her body begin to
tingle as his warm hands warmed her.
But Iris was beginning to feel
embarrassed watching him do this, and she was puzzled by the feeling growing in
her lower abdomen. She pushed Ernest’s hands away.
‘Hold on a moment…’ she said,
‘Iris?’
‘C-could you…’ please stop touching my
breasts. Please stop staring; she really wanted to tell him to stop,
but she was too timid.
‘Um…’ But Ernest was aroused because
of the love potion she had unintentionally given him. So aside from the problem
of becoming Queen, she felt responsible for quelling his fever.
She really did not think a ‘calm everyday’
was waiting for her should she become betrothed to the King. To be honest, she
wanted to run away.
All this happened because she failed.
Because of this, she could not help thinking there was no other way.
Above all, it was very dangerous to
continue resisting. Ernest was willing to do these things to her in the
ballroom where all the guests were. Rather than being taken in the ballroom
with all the guests, it would be better to get it done here.
But...But.
It was one thing to take
responsibility, tolerating the fondling was another.
He had told her he preferred her small
breasts to large ones, even though it was easy to see that was true, Iris did
not have such thick nerves. Rather, she didn’t want him paying any attention to
them. She took deep breaths as she looked into the lust clouded golden eyes.
‘Ernest, do not bother with
me...instead...um...Ernest…’
Although, she was twenty, she was
inexperienced and only had a broad knowledge of proceedings. So the indecent
words she wanted to say were disproportionate to someone like her. However, she
still felt too embarrassed to say them out loud. She blushed.
Ernest smiled at her and continued his
fondling.
‘Ah~ oh~’
‘Don’t panic. You wanted me do so
something? Well I guess we could do it another time.’
‘But! Ah~ but…’
Ernest kissed her refusal away and
entangled her tongue with his.
It seemed as though her body had
firmly recognised kissing as something pleasurable, contrary to her resistant
mind, her body was direct in her acceptance of him. (Zuben: thank zeus for the body's acceptance because we were beginning to feel somehow about the whole thing)
He sucked up her tongue making obscene
sounds emerge, then gently kissed and licked her mouth. At the same time, his
gentle hands fondled and massaged her breasts. Iris began to wriggle her waist
unconsciously.
Ernest broke the kiss and asked in a
whisper near her ears, ‘Iris, have you heard?’
He sucked and bit on her earlobe,
making her grow red in embarrassment.
Iris tried to reply, but when she
tried to speak a loud mewl like a kitten emerged, making her blush deepen.
Ernest’s hands began to grope her more firmly,
‘I heard that if a woman’s breasts are
fondled by her husband, they will grow. However, I am not certain about the
veracity of this, but it is worth trying, isn’t it?’
His breath was like the tickle of a
feather against her ear.
She wondered if it would really work.
Although, she was a bit lost, she would like to try at least just to get rid of
her complex on the matter.
Ernest, whose golden eyes had been
watching her like a hawk, did not miss her contemplation, ‘If you become my
wife, I could use my privilege as your husband to try and get them as big as
you want.’ (Zuben: *squiff squiff squiff*)
‘But…’
‘And you can continue to make lace.
While I think you will be quite busy with your duties as Queen, I will support
you as much as I can.’
Once more, Ernest proposed to her,
waiting for her tacit approval of him. Even though, he said his body was hot
due to the love potion, it looked that Ernest was still in full control of his
faculties. His attractive offer compelled Iris to nod in agreement in spite of
her misgivings.
Surely, it was because of the pleasure
his hot breath on her ear and his large hands on her breasts were inducing.
Ernest was beginning to skilfully
capture her. Just to push her into his arms, he added,
‘Do you think that anyone in this
country would be able to scoff or look down at you when you become my wife?’
‘Ernest…’ How did he know of her plight?
The first time they had any contact was tonight at the ball, and that was
because of the love potion. It was as though he had read her mind and knew her
heartache.
‘I…’ his offer was attractive.
She would be able to escape from
Leticia and their constant arguments, if she closed her eyes and accepted the
situation.
But, Iris did not feel she was
qualified to be Queen. She had manipulated the heart of the King with a love
potion. Doing that to become Queen was a big sin she should never have
committed.
Even though, she thought this way, his
offer was like a fragrant flower and she was like a bee tempted by the sweet
scent of nectar it was giving off. Foolish Iris could not out rightly say no.
She looked at Ernest with eyes full of shame and tears.
But his eyes met hers and he growled,
‘I do not like that expression on your face. It seems I would have to plant my
everything inside you.’
Ernest was a human; he could not
wholly be a wonderful and wise person.
Iris had regained some calm and tried
to escape the hot gaze that felt as though it was setting her ablaze. She tried
to take his hand off her, once he was away from her, there would be no worry of
her body being seen by him.
Iris breathed an inward sigh of
relief, but then to her dismay, he said,
‘Oh you would like to me to take
everything off…?
‘What? No, wait!!’
Without further ado, he undid her
corset, whipped her dress, chemise and drawers off.
‘What are you doing?’ she protested.
She had been abruptly stripped naked as the day she was born.
But Ernest did not seem fazed by her
discomfiture.
She curled up to hide from his lustful
golden gaze that seemed to want to burn holes in her, but he dropped kissed up
her back, sucking on her skin leaving red blooms across the white expanse.
He pulled her against him and
whispered in her ear, ‘My beautiful Iris, I love you.’
But Iris knew he did not really love
her, his affections were as a result of the love potion. Yet, she wondered why
his words made her heart ring and her head cloudy like she was feverish.
Ernest turned her over with ease, and
wrapped his hands around her breasts. Iris’ eyes widened and she gasped,
‘Ah~ no~’
‘They’re firm like blue peaches before
they ripen.’
‘Ernest, don’t say such…’ Some things
are better left unsaid, she protested in her mind. Her violet eyes were teary
from embarrassment. But it just seemed to inflame him further. Every time he
looked at her the lust in his eyes had grown and she felt like food before a
hungry beast.
‘Oh Iris, you arouse me so.’
‘Eh...?’
‘Your presence itself can stir me up,
and I can’t seem to help it.’
That’s because of the love potion, she
thought in reply. But her heart was accepting his sweet words, and the
ferocious sparkle in his eyes was making her heart throb. His hands slid up her
skin to her red nipples.
♔
10 Pleasure:
‘Ah~’ she could not help but cry out
as a sweet paralysis spread through her body.
‘Hmm, does this make you feel good?’
Was it because he had taken the time
to caress her breasts carefully? (Zuben: Does this question have a point?)
Her nipples were now hard, begging to
be touched and when he ran his hand over them a deep wave of pleasure gripped
Iris and she grabbed the sheets in response.
‘Oh~no...please...ah~ stop~’
Ernest rubbed the red buds with the
belly of his thumbs, the inescapable sensations swept through her and she
gripped the sheets even tighter.
‘Don’t lie to me, Iris, your waist is
swaying.’ he pointed out with a faint smile as he pulled up her nipples and rolled
them between his fingers. Then he let go and his touch was feather light. Iris was
at his mercy, tears filled her eyes.
‘Oh oh~ Er...nest...ah~’
She wanted him to stop, but any action
she took, seemed only incited Ernest’s passion.
‘Calling my name is a foul.’ he said
his hot eyes burning though her.
‘Huh…’
Why was he just staring at her
nipples? Just as she was wondering, he took a deep breath seemingly to bolster
himself brought his face close to her chest, and took a hardened nipple in his
mouth.
‘Ah~’
His warm mouth around her nipples
produced an indescribaly sweet sensation, Iris realised something flowed from
between her legs. But Ernest did not stop, he sucked harder making the bud in
his mouth harden even more,
‘So sweet, the body of a woman...no, I
think it is just your body that is so sweet.’ (Zuben: I think this requires extensive research, more ladies to be tasted, maybe some gentlemen...)
‘What are you saying…ah!’
She didn’t understand what he was
saying, but he sounded happy out it, but at that moment Ernest pushed the hard
nipple down with his tongue as though he was trying to taste the elasticity.
Even when she shook her head from side
to side, no matter how hard she held the sheets, she could not mitigate the
pleasure he was giving her.
‘Iris, do you think you made a good
mistake?’ he asked
‘It’s not... the same ah~’
Even though she was trying to the deny
it, she was aware that somewhere deep inside she did not dislike what he was
doing to her. Ernest laughed and continued to suck on one nipple while teasing
the other with his nail.
‘Ya, ya a~a...I feel strange...’ She
felt like she was being driven mad, her head and body were aflame. There was an
ache between her legs, so much so she rubbed her legs together unconsciously to
ease it.
‘Iris, I will have all of you. From
now on, the only person who can see you like this is me alone.’
He switched from one nipple to the
other, and Iris was suddenly overcome by a mysterious feeling as though she had
been thrown over the clouds.
She cried out.
She felt something warm and strange seeped out
from between her legs. What on earth was that? While trying to think but her
brain was not working quite well, the handsome face that had become intimately
familiar within a short time hovered over hers.
He kissed her. Iris unconsciously
opened her mouth and let him in. Their tongues entwined creating slick obscene
sounds. He sucked on her tongue and licked her lips. But the warmth and soft
stimulus made Iris feel good but also longing for something more.
His large hand stroked down her body,
down to the light sprinkling of hair between her legs to the space between her
legs.
‘Oh, you are wet.’
Why did he have to say these things
out loud? She wondered. She turned away from him timidly.
Ernest gave a troubled sigh,
‘It’s useless, you’re just too arousing.’
‘What..?’
‘Your reactions are just too cute.’
She could not fathom what Ernest had
said for a moment; cute was a word reserved for her sister. That word was not
familiar to her; there was a surprise in her eyes. But she was both troubled
and excited like a little rabbit. (Zuben: Are you sure you want to be a
rabbit? That's your sister's shtick.)
‘Ernest…’
‘Is something the matter?’
‘Um, no…’
She didn’t know why she had called his
name. She thought it was because she was glad that he had called her cute. Iris
became bashful and closed her eyes to avoid the source of her discomfiture.
Ernest kissed the closed lids and went
back down to her chest, while his other hand parted her damp petals,
‘Oh! Oh my! Wait!’
‘That is impossible, I can’t hold back
anymore.’ he said, as he took a breast in his mouth and his other hand scooped
at the honey pouring out of her the moment he sucked on her breast.
‘Oh!’ Something trembled inside her
lower abdomen and shot through her body as he ran his finger up and down her
petals. Her nipple was grazed with his teeth and pleasure caused her to pull at
the sheets.
‘Iris, don’t grab that.’ Ernest said
as he took her hand and entwined her hand in his. The connection made her
embarrassed. She felt she would hold him so tightly she would leave marks in
his hand. (Zuben: I think that is the idea)
Ernest looked at her hand as though he
was looking at something precious.
‘Don’t grab the sheets, you should
hold on to me.’
‘But...but...ahn~’
His breath felt hot against her moist
red bud, Iris could not control the undulations of her waist. She tightened her
grip on his hand. Ernest smiled at that, and continued to trace the seam of her
sex that was wet with her nectar. He pushed in and found the projection that
sat atop her inner petals.
What did Ernest do?
She knew where he
was touching but pleasure had come from a place that she had never touched
before. It was too much; the wound up Iris tightened her grip on his hand,
‘Nn! Ah~ don’t touch there…’
‘It’s all right, I heard that any
woman would enjoy it if you touch her here.’ he said gently as he stroked the
delicate hand in his with his thumb. Contrary to his gentle expression and
tone, the fingers touching her sex were unforgiving.
He coated his finger with her nectar
and rubbed the fluid on the engorged bud. A heat that should not possibly come
from touching such a small part sprang up surprising Iris, she tried to get
away.
‘Iris, don’t run away. I’m still doing
something pleasant.’
‘Ah but…!’
Ernest sucked on her nipples teasing
Iris who wanted to escape from too much pleasure. She was hit by a slight pain and more pleasure followed. She grasped his silver hair with her other hand. Ernest
smiled at that, and continued to tease her flower core with his fingers. As he
stroked in circles, the pleasure accumulated and more nectar poured from her.
‘Oh, no...no more…’ she cried. Even
when she shook her head in protest, she could not escape it. Her fingers
gripped his hand and hair tighter. He continued to lave at her nipples as he
teased her petals, and Iris’ back began to arch,
‘Don’t worry, let yourself go.’
She felt like she was drowning in a
sea of sensuality. Ernest crushed her engorged bud under his finger, and behind
Iris’ eyes there was a flash and dazzling stars burst in her head making her
tearful.
She was thankful for his warm hand
holding hers as she sank into ecstasy for the first time, or she feared she
would have drowned.
She started to waver, when he offered to fondle her breast until they grew if they marry?
ReplyDeleteKeep going Ernest! Once he convinces her that regularly sleeping with him will make all of her more beautiful, Iris will be his. XD
Hmm i feel like im reading a research paper. Lol. It feels very detail-oriented, err almost scientific. Whut.. am i being pragmatic?
ReplyDeleteNo, it does read like a treatise - at this point I was like 'GET ON WITH THE SHAGGING, WOMAN!!!' All this rubba-dub-dub is becoming tedious, and I love me some rubba-dub-dub.
DeleteThank you so much
ReplyDeleteThat's... one hell of a stripping skill you got there, Ernest.... The dress, corset AND the drawer at the same time before Iris even managed to react? That's some mad skill dude...
ReplyDeleteIt's weird... I'm normally no that affected by rape in novels, but this just enrages me beyond all reason! This dude needs a punch in the dick! And maybe be set on fire.
ReplyDelete...
I don't think I've ever gone from mildly liking a story to hatereading so quickly before.
when he said "‘Iris, do you think you made a good mistake?’ he asked" I was like dude, just admitted that this was his plan all along.
ReplyDeleteHe was definitely waiting for this.. And not actually affected by the love potion.. (灬♥ω♥灬)
ReplyDeleteHe was waiting for it all along