11 Blush:
The large bedroom was filled with the
sound of their panting.
Her body that had been feeling like it
was floating, gradually sank into the soft and fluffy bed. Her consciousness
began to hover between the present and dreams,
‘...I can’t bear it.’
While her head was blank, Iris heard a
murmur in her ear, ‘So cute. I want to see you like that again and again. That
man really is stupid.’
Who the hell is the talking about?
Actually, who is talking? Iris tried to remember where she was.
‘Although, I would have killed you if
you went back to him.’
Went back to whom? Kill who?
She could not understand what this
person was talking about, as she began to fall asleep. But something jolted her
awake: an alien finger penetrating her luscious honey pot.
‘Iris, are you awake?’
‘I am. Your finger...oh…’ take it out.
As though he knew what she wanted his
golden eyes narrowed, and he continued to stroke her silken inner flesh,
‘No, I will not let you leave.’
(Zuben: Is this kinda yandere?)
‘Er...ah…Ernest.’
Was he annoyed she had been falling
asleep?
His lips drew into a wide spiteful
smile, with a mysterious light sparking in his eyes that should be laughing.
(Zuben: I dunno why his eyes should be laughing)
Seeing grumpy Ernest, Iris tried to
get up, but he held on to her slender waist and pulled her back to him,
‘Ya, n ~, what is…’
‘Don’t run away, I don’t want it to
hurt.’ (Zuben: This is a kidnapping, isn’t it?)
Ernest looked upset with her. She must
have made a blunder before his Majesty, who was an adult man nine years older
than her. (Zuben: What does his age have to do with anything?)
It was the first time she had seen
such a look on his face. It made her heart pound and she was wide awake.
Ernest sank down between her legs and
grabbed one of her thighs to part her legs wider.
‘No. Ernest…!’ she cried as Ernest buried
his face between her legs at her secret place. She was awash with shame, but
his tongue lapped at the honey flowing out of her petals.
‘Fu, ~aa…’
His heated aphrodisiac tongue did not
cause her pain; rather, his tongue technique sent her waves of pleasure much more
than previously experienced. Her honey pot tightened around the intruding
finger,
‘Everything about you tastes so
sweet…’ he moaned.
‘Ah~ please don’t say anything....’
As his hot breath flushed her against
her while he was talking, rocked her waist unconsciously. But it seemed he
wanted to torture her more, and he deliberately blew at her sensitive petals.
Her body trembled at the trivial stimulation, and more nectar poured out her.
Iris could not withstand the shame;
she grabbed at the sheet and tried to pull up,
‘I told you not to run away.’
‘But a~nn...’
He had begun to stroke her inside with
his buried finger. He pulled her to him and continued to lick her.
She could not help the sweet moans
that emerged from her lips. He stimulated her tight vaginal opening that
dripped love juice along his finger
She felt weird, she felt good. Iris
realised her hips were pushing up against Ernest. She pulled away the silver head
between her legs, and tried to escape.
But he did not stop his onslaught on
her sensitive flesh, now licking the small hidden bud. He sucked up the bud
into his hot mouth, and a flame of intense pleasure shot up from her lower
abdomen.
She cried out as he rolled the bud in
his tongue like a boiled sweet.
Whenever she tried to think, he sucked
hard on her bud causing her to stiffen from the onslaught of pleasure.
‘You are cute here, too. So
sweet...worth licking for a while.’
What on earth is he saying?
She thought at his muttering. He looked
ecstatic as Iris pulled at his hair to stop his teasing but he took her secret
bud in her mouth again.
The obscene sound of licking burned
her ears. Even though it was embarrassing and her face was burning, he licked
her swollen bud fast making the knot of flesh vibrate. She gave out nastier
moans from her pink lips. Beyond the shame, Iris climbed the heights quickly as
the pleasure burned her brain. Her back arched and she clenched the sheets
tighter, then she fell back into the bed panting roughly.
This time Ernest did not give her time
to immerse herself in the post orgasmic weightlessness. He inserted another
finger into her soft flesh and began to suck on her blooming flower bud again.
‘Wait wait ahn~’
He dexterously used his tongue to push
back the hood covering the bud.
‘Oh Iris, lose it more. Show me you
who is naughtier and more loveable than anyone else.’ He said breathlessly
against her sensitive flesh.
Iris was frightened; she had been
forced into a situation that she could neither mentally nor physically escape.
But she was once again attacked with
pleasure and white light burst behind her eyelids, as he kept licking and
kneading the red engorged bud with the tip of his tongue. Her waist rose off
the bed.
‘Ya~aa…~ stop ~, please stop ~’
Reason was burned out of Iris as she
desperately said words of refusal which could not be actually said to be
refusal (Zuben: I don’t know how that works, author-sama). Her head was no
longer managing to work. Iris, who wanted to escape the onslaught of pleasure,
tossed her head from side to side but Ernest gave a slight smile and pushed his
two fingers deeper into her contracting flesh.
‘Ha~ ahn~’
As he pressed into her, the warm thick
honey flowed out of her along his manly wrist and down her smooth thighs.
‘It should be around here…’ he said as
he fiddled around inside her. Iris continued to be carried by the waves of
sensuality. Ernest expression held a certain zeal as he tickled inside her,
looking for the back of her secret bud (Zuben: Que?) while painful heat swirled
inside Iris.
‘Oh oh, I feel strange ahn~ ahn~’ Iris
shut her eyes tightly as a painfully intense pleasure surged from deep inside
her causing a burning fever in her body.
‘Oh~ stop ahn~ please...ahn~’ not
matter how much, she clenched the sheets, tossed her head, clutched his hair,
she wasn’t able to hold back the tide. She was unbearably hot, but her body
still sought greedily for the excruciating height of pleasure.
‘As I thought, it’s right here.’ he
said triumphantly. Gradually, her inner walls began to contract. As the
pleasure built, Iris stretched her hand out to Ernest to cling on to him.
‘Ya a~a ~ Er...nest...ah!’
She didn’t know why but she feared she
was going to die.
Although, you could say that only a
skilled man could bring Iris to the brink such as this. Ernest took his hand
off her waist and held her smaller hand in his.
‘Oh Iris, I love you.’ he said entwining
his fingers with hers. He kept fingering her good spot and at the same time
sucking on her flower bud. He bit her, and the core of pleasure that had built
up within her burst. Iris’ body convulsed as she screamed out her orgasm.
After that she lost count of how many
times she rode the crescendos.
Her love tunnel was stirred and his
tongue teased her nubbin, soon she realised three fingers were inside her. But
she was awash with love juices to the extent that the silk sheets were now damp
much to her shame.
She could not catch her breath.
Her completely boneless body was flung
across the large bed, her teary violet eyes stared at the handsome face looking
down at her.
Ernest stroked her cheek with his free
hand, ‘I’m sorry, I might have overdone it a bit.’ (Zuben: Hmm are you really
sorry? I doubt it)
‘...a bit?’ Iris retorted, but she
regretted it instantaneously.
Perhaps he would find her impudent.
Though, she could not resist retorting, this man was the King of the country.
Even if he were under the effects of the love potion, she was sure there was a
limit to what she could just say.
‘So Ernest...now that…’
‘Well, I had a conscious awareness of
overdoing things…’
‘Huh…?’ what was he trying to say now.
To Iris, Ernest’s brows were lowered and he looked reproachful, but also not.
‘...but you are just too cute, I could
not stop myself.’
Iris blushed; that was sly.
Even though, she understood this was a
result of the love potion, she could not help but be affected.
Ernest gave a small smile and wiped
his mouth of her juices with the back of his hand. She was sure he would wipe
his hand on the sheets, but what he did instead shocked her.
He licked the smear on the back of his
hand.
What was he doing? Why would he do
that?
She was at a loss for words, blinking
at him in surprise at his actions.
Ernest smiled, ‘You are really
delicious; sweeter than any wine.’
‘That-something like that would
never…’
‘You may not believe me but it is
true.’ he replied. Ernest narrowed his eyes as he licked his hand clean.
‘I can taste you every day from now
on.’
Iris wondered how she would refute
him. What was the point of tasting it every day?
While she was thinking, Ernest began to
disrobe; taking off his suit jacket and his shirt. And then he undid his
trousers.
It really looked like the love potion
really was real. His revealed body was hard like steel. His chest looked broader than
it did under clothes. And between his legs was the terrifying roar of his
manhood, making her instinctively gulp. The thick, hard-looking penis was
remarkably indicative of how excited the love potion had made him.
‘Iris, don’t stare at me so or I might
inadvertently explode.’
Was such a thing possible? (Zuben: Yes
it is)
But her eyes and mind were riveted
staring at the evidence of his desire. She turned away and murmured words of
apology.
Ernest covered her with his hard body
and turned Iris to look at him. His expression was unfathomable.
‘Iris, are you ready?’ (Zuben: To do
something freaky. Better watch your waist now♫)
There was joy and excitement in his
voice and it made her eardrums tremble. (Zuben: these eardrums of yours they are
supposed to tremble otherwise, you can’t hear!)
If she said no, would he stop? (Zuben:
Yeah, no)
Her logic curled up in the corner of
her mind wanted to embrace the pale expectation.
Nevertheless, instinct stopped her
from saying any words of denial.
Taking Iris’ reaction as tacit
agreement, Ernest raised her thighs to cradle his hard body,
‘Ahn~’ she cried as his burning meat
stick brushed against the sensitive and slick lips of her honey pot.
‘I love you, Iris. Be my wife.’
Tonight, Ernest had drunk a love
potion; his love for her was not real, but Iris could never tell him.
Ernest’s hardness pushed into Iris
narrow canal, and she could not escape his invasion. (Zuben: Finally! It was
dragging on for far too long)
12 Chastity:
Iris caught her breath as pain seared
through her,
‘Ah!’
His invading desire spread her apart
her inner muscles giving her a deep feeling of oppression that could not be
compared to fingers. The deep ache was unimaginable.
‘Ah!’
When accepting a man for the first
time, there was pain to be expected. But even though, she had the fore
knowledge not to be tense and not to hold her breath but to try and relax,
there was no way she could imagine being attacked by such pain.
Iris closed her eyes tightly as she
clenched the sheets so hard her nails were digging into her palms.
‘Are you out of strength, Iris?’
She really wanted to tell him she
could not do it; it was impossible.
She wanted him to withdraw.
She shook her head from side to side.
Even so, severe pain burned between
her legs. Tears poured out of Iris’ eyes.
Relentless, his thick meat stick pushed
forward opening her mucosal walls, and increasing in size causing deep pain to
push up from her lower abdomen.
‘Oh~ oh. Why?’
Iris finally took a breath and glared
at Ernest.
Even though the pain was terrible, did
he have to do such a barbaric thing as making his penis bigger inside her?
‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,’ he
said. He looked as though he was in discomfort too.
He had a deep frown like he was
desperately trying to endure something. He grabbed her thigh in one hand and
embraced her shoulder with the other, as he slowly retreated and pushed forward
again, opening the inner walls of narrow her honey pot all the way to the womb.
From the outer part of where she was spread apart by his thick manhood, crimson
blood seeped out; a testimony of her purity. (Zuben: I wish romance writers
would stop propagating this nonsense.)
The pain was beginning to pass, but
her insides felt like it was burning. His penis buried inside her was really deep,
Iris dug her nails into Ernest arm and panted,
‘Iris, it is still hurting?’ he asked
her anxiously.
‘It hurts.’ Iris replied with tears in
her eyes.
Ernest was beginning to sweat
maximising his sex appeal. (Zuben: For whom?) But Iris did not understand why
her lower abdomen was cramping. (Zuben: She does not compute)
Contrary to Iris, who was still in
pain, Ernest looked happy despite his frown. His lustful golden eyes looked
gleeful as he watched and waited for her to adjust to him,
‘Finally, you’re mine.’
‘Finally…?’
‘Yes. I have wanted you for so long. I
wanted you so much that I have become twisted.’
How should she take what he was
saying? She was confused; Ernest had only taken the love potion tonight which
induced the affection for Iris. Did it come with a component that made the
dosed person believe they have had a long time affection for the person who
drugged them?
Ernest kissed Iris who was thinking
too much. (Zuben: Does not compute)
He began to move and the pain made her
gasp opening her mouth. Ernest took advantage and slipped his tongue in. She
accepted him.
A warm pleasure began to build over
the pain and shame. If letting go was the way to get rid of the pain, she
entangled her tongue with him.
Ernest was still and the pain started
to ease.
She really did not want him to move.
Ernest ran his hand from her hip,
caressed her body up to her breast; wrapping his large hand around the small
mound of flesh.
‘Oh~’
‘I promised to make it as big as you
want, we have to keep at it.’
‘Oh~ you promised to...oh~ ahn~’
Ernest smiled and kissed her quenching
Iris’ paltry resistance. He began to gently fondle her breast.
Even though, she had touched her
breasts while bathing, she would never have thought they were this sensitive.
Tonight she had come to learn they were an erotic weakness for her.
He rolled and crushed the hard nipple
in the palm of his hand, sending pleasure signals shooting to her lower
abdomen, which should be hurting.
‘Ah, Ernest…’ she cried.
‘What’s wrong? Do you still hurt?’ he
asked her knowingly. He was rubbing both her breasts with his palms, her hard
coral nipples were swirled in the centre of his palm lighting a sensual fire
within her.
Watching her violet eyes, Ernest knew
the difference between her discomfort and arousal. He dropped little kisses on
her eyelids and the corner of her eyes, where her tears ran, her nose, her
lips,
‘I think they are beautiful enough,’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Your breasts; they feel smoother than
silk to the touch. I feel like they are just right for me. And smaller breasts
are more sensitive…’
‘Ah, how rude…’ she replied
impulsively forgetting Ernest’s position. She blushed in mortification, but she
could not take back her words.
‘Ernest…’
‘Iris, I love you.’ he said.
She wondered if he liked being abused.
(Zuben: You haven’t actually abused him, Miss Independent Lady)
Maybe he liked to be scolded by a
woman in a lower position to him. Ernest smiled happily, but the smile did not
irritate her, rather, it made her heart throb instead.
She wondered why… (Zuben: After all
that molestation, you’ve fallen in loaf)
She should not be happy being told her
breasts were small. And she should not be attaching herself to a dangerous man
who was happy to be insulted. (Zuben: How does that make him dangerous?) But
Ernest’s words did not belie any ridicule, his words gently wrapped around
the soft part of Iris’ heart.
Even though, he was dripping in sweat,
his handsome and happy expression did not change. She watched him silently.
‘Oh, that’s right,’ he muttered.
‘I have to leave proof that you’re
mine alone.’
‘Proof that what…? Hnn!’ Ernest tucked
his face into the crook of her neck and sucked hard on the delicate skin, while
rubbing her breasts. There was as slight pain followed by sweet sensations
zipping thought her body.
‘It came out beautifully coloured.’
(Zuben: it doesn’t remain pink you numbskulls)
Just as he did before on her back and
breasts, he began to suck on her skin till the patch became red like blooming
flowers. (Zuben: Who comes up with this claptrap?)
Even the pain began to be converted to
pleasure in her brain. Ernest kissed her and drank from her charming lips.
‘Now you are mine alone.’ he whispered
hotly against her swollen lips.
To ensure she was his, he took her
chastity, but this desire to monopolise her was born from the love potion. Yet,
despite being aware of it in her head, her maiden heart that should have been
thrown away a year ago was filled with the flame of lust hot enough to ignite
her. Before Iris could feel guilty about it, Ernest began to move within her.
At first he moved gently, but the
inner walls of her vagina was tightly wrapped around his penis leaving no room
to manoeuvre. Even the gentle moments created an uncomfortable pressure and
pain in her.
‘You’re so tight, Iris, can you
endure?’ he asked as he carried on.
But, something was rising from under
the pain. Everytime his manhood pushed forward into her, and pulled back, a
pleasant feeling flowed from inside her through the walls making her tremble.
‘Ernest-ahn~ ah~’ In the midst of
various sensations, Iris held onto Ernest’s arm.
A subconscious affirmation.
Ernest took it, and hugged her
closer as he increased the speed of his sprint within her.
She could only moan and cling to him.
Did she feel good or was it painful?
She could not decide.
Ernest’s muscular body rubbed against
her soft one as he thrust in and out of her. He began to play with her breast
again.
‘N, ~aa~, there, ya~a’ she cried
surprised by the added stimulation. Her slender hips bounced.
‘What do you think? Do you remember it
feels good here?’ he asked teasing her as he continued to rub her honey pot
with his hard phallus while pinching her nipples between his fingers.
He fondled her breasts and rubbed her
nipples, stimulating a thread of desire that began to fill her lower abdomen.
‘Ahn~ stop, if you…~’
As he thrust, his manly hair covered
pelvis crushed and teased her pleasure nubbin that was swollen and peeping out
from under its hood. As he drowned her in kisses, Iris began to be dominated by
pleasure from head to toe. She clung onto Ernest so she would not lose herself
to the sea of desire.
‘Oh Iris, I love it. I love you…’ he
whispered against her lips.
He braced her back with one hand
bringing her hips closer to he could thrust in deeper. He was invading her to
the limit, pushing his male core deep into her depths. She began to
subconsciously match his thrusts as the deep pleasure began to exceed the pain.
His hand held her fast to him as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her
powerfully, making her accept him deeper into her.
‘Hi, a~a……I can’t help it anymore…’
she cried out. Contrary to her reluctant words, her body was greedy for the
pleasure to the point of deliriousness. Her inner walls contracted around him
tightly as he penetrated inward reluctant to let go.
Her honey pot contracted around his
manhood trying to squeeze out his sperm, her body bowed from the pleasure
despite being held by his sturdy body.
‘Oh Iris, I’m at my limit too. Let’s…
together…’
Iris understood that she was allowed
to release the heat that had built up to a crescendo. She let go, and was swept
up to the heights of climax.
As though to keep up, Ernest gave one
final thrust and filled her with his hot white fluid. The rich hot splash was
poured in by the King of Berghausen. She realised she could not return to a
state where there was nothing between them.
His weary voice full of deep affection
said, ‘Iris, I am never going to let you go.’
This false affection made Iris’ heart
ache. What was going to happen in the future?
Yet, some small part of her felt
happiness as Ernest’s strong arms wrapped around her untrustworthy body that harboured
an uneasy heart.
Hmm... thoroughly fingered (with 3 fingers at that) and hymen breaks only when the penis was inserted... how very convenient... that or Ernest has creepy thin stick fingers (can't even feel them noodle fingers). Agree on the comment though that it would be time to stop with the hymen/bleeding/excrusiating pain myth about women's first time... Thanks for the smutty smut vhapter and witty comments again!
ReplyDeleteI can't stop laughing lol thanks for the chapter!
ReplyDeleteOh my goose
ReplyDeleteIt's hot and your comments are funny XD
Thanks for the chapter
So Ernest loved her before drinking the potion!? Would it be possible that he knew and purposefully drank it? The plot thickens (kekeke)!
ReplyDeleteI'm convinced the 'potion' is a complete hoax perpetrated on our poor Iris. Which leaves me with a somewhat cringy feeling about this whole scenario now that I'm seeing that.
DeleteI totally agree to that not to mention that it's her brother in law who gave her the postion and he works for the very man. I think they planned this both. Maybe his sister is even on it.
DeleteThis has just entered my list of guilty pleasures. Wonderful work in translating! Though I felt there were too many chapters focused on them having sex but it's still good.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the King knew/was already in love with Iris even before the potion- his words seemed to imply something like that in this chapter... Well, Iris, fighting!
Bet that image is from a yaoi manga xD thanks for the update!
ReplyDeleteSurprisingly not. The lady involved was too unlike Iris, but he seemed to suit. Yaoi do have the hottest images, normal stuff is always so boring.
DeleteI recognise him. It's from "Game - Suit no Sukima" manga
DeleteI think I've realized why I hate this extended rape marathon so much.
ReplyDeleteHe's trying to make her think he loves her, when he clearly doesn't give a single shit about her at all.
He's threathening to rape her in public! Ruining her reputation and her entire life!
And he's gaslighting her into thinking this is her fault!
And the worst thing is... It's working.
Death to the king.
I disagree with the comment that said the King or ML doesn't give a shit about Iris. You should read further before making judgement on the King, i believe that he really loves Iris
ReplyDeleteWhy didn't he chase her properly instead of the potion scheme
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