33 The Lady’s Heart:
‘Ahn!’
Her body jumped in shock and the
sudden upsurge of pleasure.
Ernest continued to thrust in without
waiting for Iris to catch her breath as her back arched. His lovemaking was
fierce and angry, giving Iris a terrible feeling of oppression similar to her
first time. But her shameless body responded to him.
‘Ah~ no~ ah~ ah~’
Though she wanted to tell him to stop,
they only sounds that emerged from her mouth were sweet moans.
The bed squeaked obscenely as Ernest
moved inside her. Iris felt assaulted by the sweet pleasure that was
accompanied with pain. She shook her head from side to side to make him stop.
‘No, ahn~ ‘
‘I’m the bad one.’ Ernest said as the
put his hand through her hair silky straggly hair, and kissed her wet eyelids. (Zuben:
Well it is ultimately you and Matthias’ fault)
She wondered when she had begun to
cry.
She looked at him in teary eyed
puzzlement.
‘But no matter how much you dislike
it, I can’t let go of you.’ He said before he took her kiss, robbing her of
breath causing her chest to tighten.
But she really could not stay.
Iris tried to hug him, but remembered
that her wrists were tied.
‘Ernest, please…take it off…ah’
‘If I take it off, you will push me
away.’
‘That…’ Iris was hesitant to answer,
but he took her hesitancy as affirmation of his words.
Ernest continued to thrust into her,
moving around indecently. He bit her neck, she grasped the sheets over her head
trying to mitigate the fear the sprung up in her heart.
‘Ow! Oh~’
Ernest licked the area he had bitten,
Iris felt wrong for feeling pleasure that surmounted her pain. She could not
understand herself. She wanted to run away from these emotions. She used her
heels to kick her body up the bed but Ernest grabbed her narrow waist and
pulled her back unto him, hard.
‘Ahh~’ she cried out, caught in a
strong wave of pleasure as he reached deeper into her with his maleness. She
spasmed deeply around him.
‘Ah, no~ no more~’
She wasn’t aware of what she was
saying any longer, but words of refusal emerged amongst her moans of pleasure.
Everytime he thrust against her, his
chest rubbed against her hardened crimson nipples. His pelvis pushed painfully
against the engorged bud that had emerged from its hood.
She was in a state of pleasure-pain.
But it was impossible to stop her hips from swaying lewdly against Ernest.
‘Iris, don’t refuse me.’
The rhythm of their skin colliding
filled the room. It brought up sweet pleasures beyond the pain.
‘Please, Iris.’ His voice was
trembling against Iris eardrum, making her feel strange. His hot breath
caressed her sensitised skin as he said, ‘Please, do not try to leave my side.’
(Zuben: Maybe telling her the truth so she comes out of her funk might help.
Don’t you think?)
Ernest chased Iris with deep pleasure.
She was hot and felt like she was going to lose her mind, but she felt like she
wanted to cry.
‘Ernest…’ she called, but she did not
know what to do. What could she do or say to stop his heart from hurting?
‘Iris, I beg you, all I need is you.’
If he wasn’t under the effects of the
love potion, how happy would Iris be hearing this?
But she had long regretted it. Why had
she used the love potion? She regretted it every time Ernest showed his
affection. She felt she had made a foolish mistake, allowing Matthias to coax
her into using the potion. She had made a pathetic choice.
‘Ernest…Ernest…’ she cried out his
name. Though she thought crying would not solve anything, she could not help
the tears the overflowed. Ernest kissed the tears away and kissed her. She
tasted the salty tears on his lips.
Her thighs began to convulse around
him, and her legs began to kick the air again and again. (Zuben: She’s having a
fit). Ernest held her tightly as her back bowed. Her slender waist trembled as
she climaxed, her honey pot spasmed furiously around his meat stick desperately
seeking something.
‘Iris…’ he cried out hoarsely as he
ejaculated his hot white stuff deep inside her.
It felt like a long time, Iris felt
that the amount of spirit the left inside he would spill from their junction.
Her body trembled as she moaned faintly. But his cock, buried deep inside her,
did not reduce its tumescence. He was still hard.
‘Not yet…’
‘Hmm?’ she answered dozily as she
blinked softly at him.
Ernest pulled her up so she was
sitting astride him like that night in the secret room.
‘Oh~ ah~’ she moaned as he pierced
deep inside her. She rocked against him in pleasure and discomfort. Ernest put
her tied arms around his neck and held on to her waist.
‘I’m making sure it stays in your
womb.’
What is Ernest saying? Iris wrinkled
her eyebrows in confusion. (Zuben: When will you ever understand what Ernest is
saying? When?!)
His large hot hands held on to her
waist as he said, ‘I will never let you go.’
He was dripping with sweat as he
kissed Iris’ red and swollen lips. At the same time, he lifted Iris and pulled
her down onto his meat stick till the base. She could feel him high up inside
her.
‘Oh~ ah~’ she cried at he continued to
plunder her. Each time the white fluid was pushed up into her, it made an
audible obscene sound.
Although her brain did not believe
him, her heart was full of joy. Stuck with a feeling of gloomy inferiority, she
was still happy in her heart. She felt torn by these conflicting feelings.
So for this moment, Iris let her body
be rocked. She closed her eyes forgetting reality and escaping into the sea of
sweet pleasure
♔♔♔
34 Ernest: His Majesty’s Inferiority:
This chapter was the most awful
chapter that I have had to edit since Yasashii. I am quite sure that most of it
is wrong, but it was chock full of nonsensical euphemism, that of course, no
translation software likes. So these chapters are based on impression more than
anything. Hopefully I solved the gobbledegook puzzle well enough for others to
understand.
Two shadows osculated in the dark
bedroom. The slick sounds of their bodies interacting, the rough panting, the
rhythm of the squeaking bed, above all, the pleasing moans that inflamed his
desires.
‘Oh~ ahn~…ah~…ahn~’
‘Don’t leave me…’ he moaned.
The pleasure was too much as he firmly
grabbed her slender waist as she tried to escape from his onslaught, making his
manhood push inside her to the root. Her warmth brought him almost unbearable
pleasure. Their bodies were slick with sweat, his emissions and her honey.
Each time he thrust into her, the
sound of their fluids being stirred filled the bedroom, and the obscene
cocktail ran down her smooth thigh like a beautiful tear. The sight aroused him
even more, and his heart was filled with a dark happiness.
But it was not enough.
He was not satisfied.
It was impossible for him to feel
reassured.
He had tied Iris’ hands with the soft
belt of her night robe. Her glossy straggly hair shifted as she shook her head
from left to right. She was putting up a modest resistance; was it because she
didn’t want to have sex with an awful man like him? But he knew she was about
to lose herself. He scoffed at himself in his mind as he covered Iris’ slender
body with his large one; he wanted to tease her more so she would lose herself
more.
He leaned in and bit her enough to
leave a mark. She gasped. She was probably unaware she was rocking against him
from the stimulation between pleasure and pain.
With a dark smile on his lips, he
sucked on her delicate skin to make a new flower bloom.
‘Ah~ ahn~ ah~’ she cried as he softly
grasped her lovely breast that fit so perfectly in his hand. Her exquisite
inner muscles tightened him, contrary to her trembling body.
‘Please…ah~ Ernest…no- oh~’
Her sweet lips wanted to form words of
rejection, but her wet honey pot would not let go of his cock.
‘Iris…’ I know.
But he was not going to stop.
She didn’t love him.
Their love-making was humiliating for
her. Iris wanted to detoxify the love potion – which was a lie. And she had
asked her brother in law, his aide, Matthias, to help her leave his side.
He knew.
After all, he was only able to get her
into his arms by the cunning scheme of the love potion. (Zuben: An alright plan
that was taken too far beyond its natural conclusion)
Iris was noble and pure; but Ernest
had never been able to get to her fragile heart.
In his head, he understood her.
‘Iris…’ he whispered.
But he could not let go of her. He
could not let her escape from him.
His ugly obedient male core was engorged
and trying to sink her into a sea of sensual pleasure. He wrinkled his brow,
trying to keep himself from spurting his seed inside her from the intense
pleasure, and picked at her lovely nipples.
‘Ah~ ah~’
He gently rolled her nipples between
his fingers testing the elasticity. He knew her nipples were her weak point,
when he scratched the tip with his finger nail she moaned loudly.
‘No~ don’t~ stop touching~ ah~’
Contrary to her head swinging left to
right, her inner muscles were squeezing around him as though to urge his
finish.
Though, she knew he was manipulating
her, she responded to his fingers and his body. He wanted to love her enough to
stop her thinking. He could not fathom how much he loved her. He had been so
averse to women; the idea of one gave him nausea.
‘Iris…’ he called.
He left a rose on her beautiful pale
back, like a seal of love. Her brow was wrinkled, her skin suffused with sweet.
He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. His arms were wrapped around
her; one arm had a breast in his hand and the other hand was between her legs
were her nectar dripped.
‘No~ wait ah ah ah~’ she fretted about
where his hand was creeping down her body, but her mind was floating in the sea
of sensuality and her body was sensitised. He kissed the soft skin of her back
to placate her as he teased her swollen secret ball.
‘Hn~ ah~ ahn~’
Her high pitched moans filled his
tympanic membrane :D making him happy. Her wet cavern tightened around him
urging him to come inside her.
Even though he did not have her heart,
he wanted sink her body into a sea of pleasure and tie her to him that way. His
mind and body was bound by her charm.
Ernest smiled sadly to himself as he
endured the urge to come and kept teasing her bud with his fingers.
‘Ah~ ah~ ah~’
Inside her red swollen honey pot, her
honey and his own semen mixed. He continued to tease her breast and his
thrusting instinctually sped up as he began to reach his limit. Iris moans
became faster; her voice fell into the bottom of his heart as her back arched
fuelling his base passions. Her honey pot convulsed around him as she came,
Ernest chased after her, filling her with his hot fluid. His thrusts became
slow and long, pushing his semen deep inside her.
The silk sheets were a mess, but he
turned her over and smiled. He was still hard. They were facing each other; he
could kiss her sweet lips. (Zuben: Ernest that is dangerous; you might have
priapism)
It was now a week from that day he
found out that she wanted to leave his side. Iris had become so fatigued
because of their fierce nightly activities.
When he looked in her violet eyes,
which were more beautiful than jewels, he saw something hidden in her teary
eyes.
‘Iris, you cannot escape me.’
She sighed faintly as he kissed her
teary eyes. At that moment, she smiled softly. It was a happy illusion that his
stupid desire showed.
He frowned: he had to tether her to
him with lust and desire. Hugging her slender body, he pushed himself into her
warmth again.
Well, Ernest this could
have been cleared up just after she signed the marriage contract, "Darling…etc
etc," you would not have this issue now .
Thank you for the upload :)
ReplyDeletehonestly tho, literally all of their problems could be solved with this teensy little thing called communication lol
Reading about relationships in Chinese or Japanese novels i notice that communication is the most important thing cx
DeleteThank so much!!
ReplyDelete>:c I'm getting desperate.
They had sex for about a week and she still hadn't told him about the love potion.
ReplyDeleteShe's "strong willed."
DeleteIn her mind it would end up killing her brother in law and her whole family and everyone associated with them so no she didn't tell him. But I'm surprised in his desperation he still didn't tell her that the potion was fake
DeleteThey are so stupid that they are freaking me out ! And why they repeat everything so many times, you don't have more words autor? (┛ಠ_ಠ)┛彡┻━┻
ReplyDeleteOh well, thanks for translate
Thank you!😍
ReplyDeleteAt this point I am honestly considering dropping this novel, it's just dragging on and on without any good reason. we got 4 chapters where nothing interesting happened, this was the opportunity where he could tell her the truth but he didn't... It's irritating 😤 I swear if they don't resolve this stupid misunderstanding in the next chapter I'll drop it!!
ReplyDeleteanyway, as usual, thank you for the translation 😘
Realmente quero saber como isso irá se resolver....
ReplyDeleteI just want to thank the Chinese and Japanese novels for teaching me the importance of communication in relationships. I have learned a lot!
ReplyDeleteHonestly the way these two are acting, but especially the King. I can only see this ending with her jumping to her death out of a tower he locked her in.
ReplyDelete.... And then because of guilt he burns down the castle with himself inside...
And also Leticia was visiting with her husband so they die too...
Aaah... What a lovely ending I'm picturing now.
Okay this is a yandere
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