The Love Potion 31 - 32 (H)

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This has been ready for like, a week, but while looking for pictures I ended up reading lots of manga <.<

So yeah, there are a lot of eardrums shaking.

31 The Lady’s True Feelings:

The bitter tone to his voice shook Iris’ eardrums quietly.

What had he just said?

‘Eh?’ She had issue comprehending words that she had not imagined would emerge from his lips. She blinked as she ruminated. Suddenly it dawned on her, and her eyes widened so much her eyes were likely to fall out. (Zuben: Author’s words!)

No way! Matthias would not have told Ernest. It must be a lie. It must be a joke. He hadn’t even replied her after the letter.

Iris paled at the realisation; she was at a loss for words. Although his expression was one of despair, she could still see his love for her.

‘You want to leave me and go and hide at the villa your parents left you?’

‘That is…’

She had been intending to do so, but that was only after Ernest had been cured of the love potion’s effects.

‘Are you going to keep betting on the chance that my mind will change?’ He asked harshly.

Once the love potion’s effect was erased, and he lost his deep love for her; Iris believed she would become an annoyance. That was why she wanted to leave his side in a timely manner to respect Ernest’s heart.

‘Do you want to leave my side so much?’ He asked staring at Iris. His deep affection had not changed. But he did not know about the love potion. Matthias had likely only told him part of the letter without revealing anything about the love potion.  (Zuben: Maybe not keeping her in the dark might help bro)

Why? Why did Matthias do this?

So she hadn’t held back in the letter; but, she had threatened him if he did not get what she wanted. (Zuben: He knows you ain’t got the balls)

So why had he done this. Ernest was still under the effects of the potion; telling him about Iris moving to the villa would only hurt him. Even if she had signed the marriage contract, it was a terrible betrayal to make him sad while he was still under the influence. Why would he hurt Ernest like this? If it was about making Iris Queen, Matthias could have thought of other methods.

Anger and bewilderment rose. Above it all, was remorse.

‘Is this feeling still a nuisance to you?’

She wanted to shake her head and deny it; no, it wasn’t annoying. She wanted to tell him that she was so happy that she could cry. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to stay by his side forever.

…But she could not do it.

The love in his heart was as a result of his love potion.

She could not be by his side without misgivings. She could not forget her great sin and deprive him of true happiness.

In a corner of her heart, she gave a sorrowful cry, but another corner laughed at her own stupidity: what a pathetic lie. In the face of her own ridicule, another realisation appeared: Maybe she was afraid; afraid that the love potion might be cut off unexpectedly. Afraid that in that moment, his golden eyes so full of love for her, will be full of contempt and embarrassment. As soon has Ernest had realised she had wanted to escape, she the fear had come just as much as her desire for his happiness.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said.

She paled as she said that; to what extent was she foolish? I’m sorry?

Iris was the perpetrator and Ernest was a victim. Iris felt foolish, she was timid and tearful and full of sadness. She bit her lips to stop herself from crying.

Ernest smiled bitterly as he said, ‘Really…?’

She wanted to tell him that it was not as it seemed; but it was too late to refute. She could no nothing once the chance was gone. (Zuben: You could open your mouth)

Ernest remained silent watching her expressions.

Iris was puzzled by a situation that was vastly different from her expectations; she had no idea what to do. She opened her mouth, fearing that her weakness would make her unqualified thoughts come through when she saw a dark flame burn in Ernest’s eyes. He kissed her, biting her lips.

‘Hn!’ she cried out as his teeth grazed her delicate lips and he forced his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was not sweet or tender. He kissed her ferociously.

Iris was overwhelmed by the intensity; she tried to push Ernest away from her. But he held her tightly disallowing any resistance. His body was heavy on top of hers. Iris realised he had been cherishing her this past few weeks as she experienced his entire weight bearing down on her.  Even if it was untrue, Iris realised how deep his love for her ran. She could feel his uncontrollable pain and sorrow.

Ernest plundered her mouth as Iris bore tears that threatened to spill. He was everywhere, sucking and licking the little tongue that tried to escape him. He squeezed it as though he wanted to rob her of her heart. His kisses were rough but Iris did not feel aversion to him, her body was filling up with familiar pleasures. She was happy despite knowing this was not real; she thought herself stupid and shallow.

She grew flushed and began to pant. Her sight became blurred as she began to cry,

‘Ernest…’ she called gently trying to placate him, ‘please stop now.’

She was now determined to release him from the curse of the love potion. She will give him the antidote - for his happiness. After that, he would definitely regret his actions today more than he would regret taking her. He was not the kind of man who would use a woman roughly without her consent; he would never. She knew, from these past six weeks, that he was a bright, generous and loving man.

She did not want her beloved Ernest to regret this day. She put her hand on his wide shoulders intending to stop him, when she heard a light scrape of metal ringing loudly in the room. Ernest had reached down for his belt and was taking it off.

Why was he removing his belt?

Ernest grabbed her slender wrists and tied them together with his belt to keep her from resisting.

‘Ernest, take it off.’

‘No matter how much you wish it, my mind will never change in this lifetime.’ He growled making her tremble, ‘You absolutely will not escape.’

His golden eyes burned with dark intensity as he bound Iris.

‘Ernest, please! Release me!’

She begged him, her violet eyes full of fear.

He gave her a mocking smile that looked sinister in the half light of the evening.

‘If you want to leave me, I will just keep you from leaving.’

‘What do you mean…?’

His words induced a dark thrill within her; knowing that his love was mixed in his dark anger sent sweet shivers down her spine.

‘I just love you, Iris.’ (Zuben: Telling her you love her isn’t really the answer to this clusterfuck)

Why was his large hand running down her dress to her lower belly? (Zuben: Why is it that Iris asks stupid questions)

‘Let us make our children now, so that you will never think you can leave me.’

Ernest’s voice shook her tympanic membrane, she gasped. Despite the feel of the belt around her wrists, she felt his impossible love for the first time this evening. His voice sounded so sweet it made her hips ache, so luscious that her brain felt like it would melt. (Zuben: He hasn’t even done anything yet. And then when he starts doing, you start protesting) 

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32 The Lady’s Ardent Love: 

‘Fu, ~un, un ~’

Letting go of her tied hands, Ernest ran his fingers down her face and held her jaw. He kissed her already throbbing lips forcefully. His tongue roughly invaded her mouth, despite this, Iris’ body was now accustomed to the pleasure Ernest gave her, and she was obedient to his desire.

‘Nn ~ah~ fu~’

As he sucked on her tongue, the heat grew between her legs and she began to feel wet as honey poured out of her. Even though, her mind still desperately appealed for her to stop Ernest, her body was shamefully accepting of him.

Her hips rocked against him indecently.

Was he aware, during their fierce kiss, of her mounting desire?

He pulled up her dress and caressed her smooth thigh sensually.

‘Ahn~’ she moaned.

Anticipation grew with the slight stimulation, and her body ached with an indescribable need. She really didn’t want him to touch her there, but her hips swayed lewdly against him as though inviting him.

Realising this, Iris held herself still, and tried to twist away from him wanting to erase her secret desires.

But Ernest stopped her as his fingers pushed through the elastic of her drawers.

He laughed at her, realising that she was wet despite her resistance,

‘Ah~ please stop it nn~’

She was ashamed, and her face was red with embarrassment. She closed her eyes to escape his knowing gaze. She tried to break away, but Ernest easily stopped her; burying his long fingers into her wet honey pot.

‘No!’ she cried as her hips bounced against his fingers crawling inside her wet cave.

‘Your mind refuses me, but I am happy to note that your body doesn’t hate me yet.’ Ernest said with a hint of relief and dark pleasure in his voice as he stimulated her honey pot.

‘Ahn~, please stop already~’ she cried.

It was no work for him to sink Iris, whose body he was very familiar with, into the deep sea of sensuality. He used his fingers to tease the back of the secret bud, and a sweet numbness ran through her body causing her to throw back her head, spreading her dark hair across the bed.

‘If you want to reach, you should just let yourself go.’ He said with a dark laugh. There was something dark and distorted in his eyes as he watched her hold back in vain. He quickened the stirring of his finger inside her, as his thumb began to roll and crush the little bud over her petals.

‘No~ ahn not…there ahn~’

As his slimy finger teased the secret bud, a sharp pleasure shot though her causing flashes behind her eyes.  As he ran his fingers up and down her inner muscles, her brain was suffused with a deep sensuality she could drown in. With her weaknesses being stimulated at the same time, sweet pleasure dominated her body and mind.  But he held her body down with his, it was impossible to arch her back – divert the pleasure elsewhere, she grabbed the sheet with her toes.

‘Hnn, oh- oh~ no more’ she cried.

Even though her wrists were restrained, her back arched instinctually.

Her honey pot expanded and contracted repeatedly around his finger

‘I don’t think you would dislike it if I entered you right now.’ He said with a hooked smile. She saw him through eyes blurred with tears of pleasure. She could not refute him because at that moment she climaxed. She would have shaken her head to tell him that was not the case; the desire of the one she loved was never going to be unpleasant to her.

After all, she…she intended to release him from the effects of the love potion (Zuben: Fuck we know this – how many more times are you going to have to tell yourself)

When she finally left the royal palace, she would go to her family’s country house and if she became pregnant; she would give birth secretly. (Zuben: Like it is that easy)

It may not be possible for Ernest to marry another person, as he was not good with women. Iris was willing to accept all of him, hoping it would result in a child. Even though the child may have been conceived in a false love, the child would be testimony of her short-lived happiness. She would raise the child carefully as a treasure and cherish it alone. (Zuben: all by myseeeeeeelf)

But not at this moment, not while Ernest was feeling brutal betrayal. Even though his negative feelings were caused by the effects of the love potion, Iris was also distressed; neither of them was happy.

With mind full of dark thoughts, how could she teach her beloved child about happiness while raising him alone? (Zuben: Indeed, how do you tell a kid you were conceived while daddy was angry?)

‘Ernest,’ she called. She focused her gaze on him and said, ‘Please forgive me…’

The effervescent feeling of tears ached in the back of her nose and tears started to fall. But what would crying achieve; she held the tears back as best she could.

They stared at each other in silence for what felt to Iris like an eternity. Ernest had a conflicted look on his face. He rose from her.

Ernest…

Surely, he understood her thoughts. (Zuben: yes, 'cos he's a mind reader)

She felt inwardly relieved.

But then her eardrums picked up the faint noise of clothes being taking off. No word of acceptance or rejection. (Zuben: Are her eyes closed?)

‘Give it up, Iris.’ He said quietly. His voice penetrated her tympanic membrane to her heart, making her chest feel painfully tight.

He picked up a soft thigh, and pierced her with his male core; Iris’ eyes widened in surprise. 

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