The Love Potion 47 - 48(H)

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47 The Lady and Sweetness:

The large bathroom was softly lit. Rose petals floated above the water in the large bathtub, and the scent of flowers filled the space. (Zuben: One day, in novel land, there will be an extinction of roses and the reason will be constantly having petals in baths)

‘Hn~’ a sweet sigh was expelled from her lips as he was kissing her. 

Iris was sitting in Ernest’s arms in the water.

‘Iris…’ Ernest called her name full of love. He returned to kissing her, entwining his tongue with hers.

Iris felt euphoric.

After the truth coming out and Ernest explained himself to her, they had made love. Iris had wanted to clean up, but Ernest had insisted on coming along.

Ernest carried on kissing her; she could hear the obscene sound of their kissing. The sound caused a hopeful ache in Iris. Ernest’s large hand roamed Iris’ body stoking the flames of her desire. She could not help but moan.

The hard erection was like a creature with different intentions, (Zuben: different intentions? I’m sure the intentions are the same) when she touched his hard muscled chest as she clung to him, he reacted. Iris found it strange, but she reached out and touched the hot wedge curiously, she found it rather cute and strange.

Ernest hugged her tighter to stop her movements, ‘My Princess likes mischief,’ he said.

His breath was hot against her ear, she blushed. She only realised the boldness of her action.

‘Um, I didn’t…I wasn’t…’ she stammered out feeling as though she did something wrong. Ernest looked at Iris who was obviously upset, he chuckled.

‘I can’t handle the bold you; you’re too adorable.’ He told her.

She felt it was shameful, but her body throbbed in response to his lustrous voice. Iris closed her eyes trying to bear the growing heat within her.

At that moment, Ernest lifted her and placed her on the edge of the bathtub.

‘This past week, I was the only one taking pleasure. So tonight, I’m going to give you pleasure.’

‘Eh…?’

While he had indeed been forceful this past week, Iris had felt pleasure. Iris wondered why he would think such a thing. Maybe he had felt guilty when Iris had told him she hadn’t really like being tied up. His golden eyes glimmered as he promised to prioritise her pleasure that night.

‘Ernest…’

‘Iris, you have my promise, I will do my best to make sure you won’t hate this act.’

Ernest parted her legs and placed himself between them.

‘Yes, I definitely need to do my best…’ he said softly as he wrapped his hand around her modest breast, and pressed his lips against her slick skin.

‘After all, this is the best,’ he sighed, enamoured, ‘the size is perfect, and they feel soft and nice. Now I know they are mine, I feel really relieved.’

‘Ah- don’t talk against them…nn!’

His hot breath against her skin sent a sweet paralysis down her body. She could not resist while his arm was holding her body against him.

Ernest continued to kiss and suck the flesh of her breasts; he kissed her many times leaving red petals scattered all over her delicate skin. Iris made faint mewls due to the light stimulation. The heat between her legs began to simmer and her nectar began to pool.

‘Your skin is so soft and smooth.’ He whispered before licking the tip of a nipple.

‘Oh~’ she cried.

‘Hmm, your nipple is hard and sweet.’ He stirred the hard bud with his tongue as though to test the elasticity and taste.

‘Do you think that there is honey in there?’

‘Ah, that can’t be…ahn~’

Unable to endure the sensations that he was inducing as he sucked her nipple, she grasped at his silver white hair. Ernest gave a wicked grin. He was being naughty; there was no way an intelligent king would thing honey came out from the human body. But he sucked her nipples as though he was seeking that honey. As he teased her areola with his lips, he poked at the tip of her nipple with his tongue.

‘Oh~ ah~’

Ernest began to tease the other nipple – rolling it with his thumb. It hardened even more, turning red under his ministrations.

Both nipples were being teased at the same time, her body could not help it, she wanted to rub her knees together. But Ernest was between her legs.

He felt the clench of her legs around him.

Iris could not rub her legs together to mitigate the ache between them, tears filled her eyes. Though she had never been a crybaby, before Ernest, she had turned into one.

‘Ernest…’ she cried. She was embarrassed.

‘Hmm? Do you want to come?’

Ernest had noticed that the stimulation was not enough for Iris, but for him to ask her that question was rather mean. Iris didn’t answer, but Ernest looked at her with delight,

‘I really cannot take it; I am troubled because you are too cute.’

‘Even if you say this…’

‘Let’s do what you want…’ he said with a wicked glimmer to his golden eyes.

Iris’ body was expectant and flooded with honey in anticipation. She held out her arms to go round his neck but he grabbed her legs and put them up on the rim of the tub.

‘Ah?’

‘Tonight, I promised to pleasure you, didn’t I?

The flames of lust in his eyes felt as though they were searing her.

‘Yes, but…’ (Zuben: I want the D!)

‘Iris, please let me love you totally.’

Ernest was also being clever; he knew Iris would not refuse him. He looked up at her lovingly.

Iris was ashamed but let him do what he wanted.

Ernest smiled joyously and buried his face between her legs.

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48 The Lady’s Happiness:

‘Nn~’ she moaned as Ernest dropped soft kisses on her inner thighs and sucking on the skin to make red petals. More honey pour out of her in anticipation.

Wanting to taste that honey, Ernest’s tongue ran down her seam, gently caressing and parting the plump petals with his tongue.

A sweet numbness rose from the sensitive mucosa and shot through her body. Iris clung to him for dear life.

‘So sweet and delicious,’ he whispered against her skin.

Iris’ embarrassment increased, Iris retorted, ‘What are you say- ahnn~’

Her words turned to moans as Ernest flicked the little bud with his tongue.

‘Here too, all mine.’ He said hotly against her, causing a shiver of pleasure in her. His tongue entered her slit; he wriggled and sucked as though he was seeking more nectar. He was so absorbed in it, and the bathroom was filled with the obscene sound of his sucking. Iris’ toes curled.

‘Ah~ a~ ahn~’

The pleasure filled her body and mind as Ernest stirred his tongue within her over and over again. Her body began to tremble,

‘Ah~ n~ I’m…ah~’ She thought she would be washed away as the pleasure mounted and she was reaching crescendo. The pleasure accumulated more and more inside her.

Ernest smiled as he continued to penetrate her love tunnel with his tongue, and he used his hand to rub the engorged bud and the top of her slit.

Iris reached. She gave a loud moan and her back bowed against the wall. Her feet kicked into the air. Her inner muscled contracted as though to urge his culmination.

‘You sounded nice, Iris. Did it feel good?’ he asked as he licked the sweet nectar on his lips. Iris looked down at his lecherous appearance and she blushed from shame.

‘Oh please stop asking such embarrassing things…’ she pleaded.

But Ernest was not remorseful, ‘But your embarrassed face is too unbearably cute.’ He replied with a dignified expression. But in his eyes she could see the mischief.

‘Ernest…’ Until today, she had thought his desire for her had been due to the love potion, but he really was a lewd man. Iris’ eyes were a little teary.

She saw him swallow, and wondered why.

‘Iris, don’t stir me even more.’ He said his voice thick with desire.

‘Oh but, I didn’t mean to…’

‘It is useless to say you don’t mean to. You best prepare yourself for a long night.’ He said looking rather carnivorous.

Yet, Iris felt even though she would not sleep tonight, it was still different from last night. The love making was no longer under a cloud of misery and misunderstandings. Even the heat in his eyes no longer had any darkness behind them. The one she loved wanted her for herself. Iris was unbelievably happy and she smiled at him while a blush stole over her face. (Zuben: She should be as red as a real tomato by now)

Ernest roared and rose up to full height, and hugged her to him. He kissed her till they were both salivating. Even though his kisses were rough and hungry, it felt comfortable because she could feel his deep love for her.

Iris entangled her tongue in his to answer his desire, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ernest’s arm tightened around Iris, while his other hand sought her.

‘Mm~’ she moaned as his unruly fingers stirred her insides while his hard hand pressed against her love bud that was peeking out. Iris clung harder onto his strong neck as his finger burrowed deep into her.

‘Ah~ ahn~ nn~’ she moaned as his finger rubbed the walls of her honey pot. The thrusting of his finger stirred up her nectar making obscene sounds as his palm brushed up against her bud with each entry.

‘Nn~ ahn ahn~ she cried as her legs kicked the air as the pleasure mounted.

They continued to kiss each other deeply.

He reached that point deep inside her flower core, and Iris reached the top. Her intimate muscles convulsed around his finger.

After she settled, he extracted his finger and asked softly, ‘Are you alright?’

Even though she burned with shame, she smiled softly and nodded.

Ernest returned her smile with a bright one of his own, and reached for her,

‘Come, Iris,’

Wondering what he wanted to do, Iris followed him.

Ernest moved closer to her, and pressed his hot cock against her secret place, and pushed in. Iris clung into his neck,

‘That’s it, hold on to me like that.’

As he continued to enter into her, sweat poured down Ernest’s face, while she didn’t worry about his strong arms, she did worry that she was heavy. She looked up at him to see his heated gaze and it made her heart beat sweetly.

His male core was buried in her narrow tunnel, it was huge as usual. Iris took deep breaths trying to adjust to it.

‘Oh you’re so tight.’

‘Ah~ I can’t…’

‘You’re perfect. We fit so perfectly, it’s unbearable.’ Ernest laughed happily.

Iris eyes filled with tears from the intensity of the pleasure. Seeing her tears, his meat stick swelled even further. Ernest kissed her tears away and pulled her closer to him.

‘Oh!’ she cried as his glans reached deep into her. Waves of sweet numbness ran through her body. Soon the room was filled with their panting. With their bodies connected, they kissed.

Before long, he began to move within her.

‘Nn~ ah~ ahn~’ she moaned. With her weight, he scooped a deeper place than usual. The pleasure that ran though her was amazing; Iris’ honey pot clenched around him unconsciously and tears of pleasure pool in her eyes.

‘Iris, do you like this position?’ he asked through gritted teeth.

‘Oh~ ahn~ I don’t know…~’

‘You don’t? But you’re tightening around me more than usual.’ He replied hotly. Sweat was running down his face, the sight of him made her insides ache, squeezing around him once more.

‘Oh, my princess is good at driving me crazy…’ Ernest said with a happy smile. She liked the look on his face; he looked so happy it made her unbearably happy. She saw herself reflected in his golden eyes.

‘Ernest…’ she called filled with love.

He began to thrust into her even harder,

‘Ah~ Hn~ ahn~’ The heartwarming heat rushed through her body. As he moved, her hard nipple rolled over his hard chest. He kissed her more, nipping sweetly at her lips as sensual waves attacked her body.

Her moans became louder and more frequent as Ernest thrust faster and faster. She clung tighter to him and they kissed, entwining their tongues, seeking each other instinctually. At that moment, Ernest gave one final thrust and Iris’ legs wrapped tightly around him.

‘Ah ahh~!’ she cried out as his phallus beat within her like a pulse shooting his hot white clouds into her. Iris orgasmed.

Ernest gently rocked his hips against her to squeeze out every drop. When the feeling of pleasure settled, he broke away from her lips and whispered,

‘I love you, Iris.’

No matter how many times he said it, she never tired of it and she hoped that he would only say it to her in the future. She kissed him to convey that wish and replied,

‘I love you too, Ernest.’

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