The Abandoned Princess’ Secret Bedroom - Chapter 9: The Fallen Priest and the Secret Bedroom

Llewellyn looked up at Ernell, who gazed down at her limp form slumped in the chair. His violet eyes flickered with a profound darkness. She shook her head desperately, as if to deny the reality before her. This was unthinkable. A princess and a priest—how could such a thing ever happen?

“N-no… No, this can’t… Hic…”

“But if this continues, your mind will break,” Ernell replied, his voice calm but unyielding. “You’ll be reduced to nothing but instinct—an animal driven by primal desires.”

“N-no… Please, no…”

“Do you understand your current state?” His voice was quiet but firm. “When I bestowed the blessing of the Holy Spirit, it clashed with the demon’s power inside you. That’s why it’s raging out of control now.”

Llewellyn bit her lip hard, fighting the overwhelming flood of heat and desperation coursing through her. How could this have happened?

“I have no intention of informing the Holy Kingdom about your condition,” Ernell said calmly. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

His composed demeanor only made her panic grow worse. Shaking her head frantically, Llewellyn forced herself to her feet. She had to leave. She didn’t know where she would go, but she had to get away from here.

As she stumbled toward the door, Ernell caught her wrist firmly but gently.

“Princess, it’s dangerous for you to leave right now,” he said.

Llewellyn bit her lip, trembling. “But… it’s a burden on you too, isn’t it?”

Ernell’s violet eyes widened slightly at her words.

“You shouldn’t have to go through this,” she continued, her breath ragged. “You’d be forced into something you don’t want… It’s unfair to you.”

Her voice quivered as she thought about the consequences. A priest—especially a Patron—having an intimate relationship with a woman, let alone a princess, would be scandalous beyond redemption. He’d lose his title, his reputation, and be cast aside by everyone.

It would be better to go to someone else, anyone but Ernell.

Just as she resolved to turn away, Ernell’s grip on her wrist tightened. She froze and turned back, her wide eyes meeting his steady gaze.

“Princess, what if I told you that I’m fine with this?”

“…….”

Ernell’s lips curled into a soft smile. His large hand gently caressed her cheek, his touch cool against her burning skin.

“I would rather…” he began softly, his voice steady, “have you stay here with me, than have you leave and find someone unsafe to… relieve this curse.”

“…….”

“I’ll help you,” he said, his words deliberate and calm. “But the choice is yours to make, Princess.”

His serene smile, framed by the dim light casting shadows across his face, carried a strange allure. There was nothing lustful in his expression, yet his offer felt undeniably intimate, almost seductive.

What if she lost control out there? Could she trust him? A whirlwind of thoughts stormed through her mind, while the heat in her body grew unbearable.

Her throat burned as she licked her dry lips. As if he could read her mind, Ernell leaned closer and murmured, “If you’re wary of me, Princess, let me share a secret with you.”

“…….”

“My father,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “is the leader of the Holy Kingdom.”

Llewellyn’s eyes widened in shock. She stared at him, her mind reeling.

Ernell’s angelic smile did not falter.

This can’t be true… she thought, overwhelmed. Why would he tell me something so secret? Is it real?

“It’s a far bigger scandal than a princess sleeping with a mere priest, wouldn’t you agree, given that your father is the Pope?”

“……”

“That’s why, you see, I have little hesitation when it comes to mixing bodies with women.”

“Mixing bodies…?”

“I mean rolling around together in bed.”

How could someone with such a pure face say things like this? Llewellyn’s face turned red.

Despite her visible agitation, he didn’t lay a single finger on her. He seemed to be soothing her gently, yet if she truly expressed her dislike, it was as though he would back off completely.

“So, all you have to do is say the word.”

Was this consideration? Or was it some twisted form of sadism, wanting to hear her choice spoken aloud? Llewellyn looked up at Ernell with a faint expression. His warm smile melted away her resolve. Deep down, she knew she had reached her limit, just as he had suggested.

“Help… me.”

A teardrop rolled down from Llewellyn’s amber eyes. Ernell clicked his tongue at the sight and pulled her head closer to plant a kiss on her forehead.

“As I thought… you poor thing. Like a sorrowful little bird of the divine.”

“……”

It was a reverent kiss, so tender and warm that it seemed impossible to imagine this man ever becoming intimate with her. As she was entranced by that gentle touch, Ernell bent down.
“Hmph!”

Suddenly, a storm-like kiss consumed her. His soft, moist tongue traced along her firmly sealed lips, coaxing them open.

Sweet and fiery, his tongue invaded her mouth, skillfully encouraging a response by lightly brushing against hers. The priest, so breathtakingly beautiful, carried not a flowery fragrance but a rich and deep scent. Just from the kiss, Llewellyn’s body grew feverish.

As her ragged breathing turned into trembling gasps, Ernell took one of her hands and lifted her waist. His supporting grip was surprisingly strong, and before she knew it, she was carried to his bedroom. Her back met the plush softness of the bedding.

Llewellyn’s eyes quivered as she looked up at Ernell. Meeting her gaze, he smiled. His hands moved to untie the ribbon of her dress. Even his delicate touch felt like it might make her mind explode. Llewellyn struggled to hold onto the last remnants of her crumbling reason. His long fingers brushed along her collarbone.

“Is it your first time?”

“……”

“It was just a question.”

Llewellyn realized she was now completely bare. The mingling of her own sweet, heated breaths with the man’s fiery exhalations made her body feel even warmer. When his hand brushed against her skin, a shiver of ecstasy coursed through her entire being.

His large hand gently cupped her soft chest, his fingers teasing its sensitive peak. Her back arched instinctively in response.
“Hah… ah…”

The delicate moans she tried so hard to suppress grew louder. The sensation was reminiscent of her first time. Memories of Almandite, who had once held her so tenderly, surfaced in her mind. That night had been just as thrilling. However, unlike Ernell, Almandite had been clumsy in undressing her.

‘I’m sharing my body with another man again.’

Though it was lust that drove her now, there was an inexplicable, electric sense of liberation accompanying it.

“Hah… ahh…”

His flicking tongue teased the swollen peak of her breast, licking and circling it before gently nipping it between his teeth. The heightened sensation made her body burn even hotter.

“Ah… please. Please…”

Llewellyn, not even sure what she was pleading for, looked at him with a desperate expression. Ernell responded by pressing a tender kiss to her cheek.

“Princess, when you’re a little more ready, hmm?”

His voice was sweet, almost affectionate, as he gently raised his hand to stroke Llewellyn’s cheek. The tender touch made her realize how drenched in sweat she was.

“Ah… ha…”

Ernell gently parted her legs. The cool air that brushed against her dampened skin brought a momentary sense of relief. His hand slid between her thighs, exploring. Instinctively, Llewellyn tried to close her legs, but his firm grip held them in place. His strong hand pressed against her trembling thighs, keeping her open.

“A-ahh!”

The intensity of his grasp sent waves of sensation through her body, making her cry out involuntarily.

A soft, thick index finger brushed against her entrance before sliding in shallowly. Even that slight movement produced a wet, lewd sound. The mere thought of being intimate with a man she had barely exchanged words with was dizzying—let alone doing something so obscene with her legs spread wide before a priest.

The only solace she found was that the mark of Asmodeus, unlike her first coupling, hadn’t entirely robbed her of her last shred of reason. Yet that awareness only deepened her sense of guilt. How much easier it would have been if she had simply lost her mind.

A sweet, shameful sound escaped from between her lips. Though it embarrassed her, it also brought an inexplicable sense of relief.

“What a lovely sound,” Ernell murmured.

“Hnn… ahh!”

His touch left her feeling parched, as though her very breath had been stolen. Llewellyn realized she was now openly moaning without restraint. She glanced up at Ernell, who gazed down at her with that same serene, pristine smile.

Here she was, lying beneath this man with his pure, angelic face, moaning in pleasure as he brought her to her limits. The contrast made her heart pound harder, her body hotter.

Skilled in his movements, his touch coaxed heated breaths from her lips.

“Ahh… ah…”

Her parted, reddened lips gave voice to the sounds of a woman yearning for the man before her. When Ernell inserted another finger, the tightness was evident, yet he moved with such care, as though the pleasure was meant entirely for her. It was clear he was taking his time, methodically loosening her body to prepare her for what was to come.

“Princess,” he murmured softly.

“……”

“The mark of Asmodeus isn’t so bad, is it? After all, it lets me see you like this—so beautiful.”

Tears of pleasure streamed down Llewellyn’s cheeks. Ernell straightened slightly, taking a moment to admire her vulnerable form laid bare before him, then leaned down again. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips before lifting his head to gently nibble at her earlobe.

Between her legs, something blunt brushed against her most sensitive place. Realizing what it was, Llewellyn flinched involuntarily. Sensing her reaction, he whispered softly into her ear, his voice low and deliberate:
“I’ll make you feel complete.”

“Ahh!”

Unlike the careful, deliberate touches he had used to prepare her, this time he pushed inside her in one smooth motion. Perhaps thanks to his earlier patience, her body welcomed him, slick with nectar that glistened like dew.

The place she had been too shy to glance at before was now glistening with his desire, fully aroused and ready.

“A-ahh!”

It wasn’t exactly pain, but the stretched tightness left a lingering ache. As the thick manhood pushed powerfully into her delicate petals, Llewellyn exhaled ragged breaths. This man—he was experienced. There was no awkwardness in the way he handled her, no hesitation in his movements.

“Hah… P-Patron…” she whimpered, her body twisting slightly. Beads of sweat trickled down from her furrowed brow, glistening before falling to the bed. Even though she knew Ernell was leaning over her, watching her intently from so close, her face betrayed her, crumbling under the weight of pleasure.

Her flushed expression, tinged with arousal, gave way to sweet, trembling sounds of bliss.

“You should call me Ernell,” he murmured.

“Hnn… ahh!”

A sudden, powerful thrust made her cry out, a raw, primal sound that matched the intimate rhythm of their movements. Llewellyn clutched the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles white from the effort.

“E-Ernell,” she gasped.

“…Yes, Llewellyn,” he replied, his voice low and steady.

“Ernell, Ernell! Ah, haah!”

As his slow, deliberate motions quickened, her high-pitched voice grew into unabashed cries of ecstasy. Beads of sweat rolled down her hollowed collarbone, glistening in the dim light. Her full, round chest swayed gently with the rhythm of their movements, her body reacting entirely to his lead.

Between her thighs, her flushed, sensitive flesh welcomed his heated length as he moved smoothly, their bodies melting together in a feverish harmony.

Llewellyn clung to the bedsheets, her body yielding entirely to the man who skillfully guided her every sensation. Yet, she didn’t dislike it—not in the slightest.

“Ahh!”

She curled her toes, her body twisting instinctively as an icy-hot shiver ran down her spine. The overwhelming waves of pleasure coursed through her, and in the end, under his touch, she reached a dreamlike climax that left her breathless and trembling.

*

Ernell picked up a cloth and carefully wiped down Llewellyn’s unconscious body. Her dress had long since been rendered useless. His fingers brushed lightly over her neck, where the Brand of Asmodeus had disappeared once more.

“Patron,” a voice called from the doorway.

“Come in, Arthur,” Ernell responded without turning around.

Arthur, Ernell’s attendant, stepped inside. He wrinkled his nose almost immediately. The room was dark, but it was suffused with a heavy warmth. He didn’t need to ask what had transpired.

“Don’t tell me… already?” The unspoken words—you’ve been with a woman—hung in the air.

“You seemed to be taking a break from this sort of thing lately,” Arthur added with a faint sigh. Sir Aaron from the Holy Kingdom will have a headache when he hears of this, he thought grimly.

Arthur glanced toward the bed. His eyes widened in shock. The woman was still lying there.

Ernell was leaning against the bed, cradling her gently as she lay sleeping, his expression tender as he looked down at her. Arthur froze.

Ernell had never lain beside a woman after being with her, not even once. What was going on? Did this mean he had been exceptionally pleased with her? Or was she such a rare beauty that she had left him captivated?

Arthur’s gaze shifted toward the woman’s face.

“Wha—The Prin—!”

Arthur’s face turned pale as the realization struck. Before he could say another word, Ernell raised a finger to his lips, motioning for silence.

Whether the gesture was meant to ensure the woman wouldn’t wake or to warn him about a secret, Arthur couldn’t tell. But as the soft flickering candlelight danced in Ernell’s violet eyes, they grew cold and sharp with a chilling malice.

Arthur swallowed hard. To ignore that warning would surely spell disaster.

Ernell, with his angelic demeanor and kind tone, had led countless fools to their deaths with his merciless cunning. Arthur had survived this long only because of his sharp instincts and their shared childhood, which gave him a sliver of immunity from Ernell’s wrath.

The Patron was no angel. He was a demon in disguise—the illegitimate son of the Pope, a heretic cloaked in the guise of a servant of God.

As Arthur stood frozen, Ernell’s pale hand moved through the candlelight, brushing back the crimson strands of his hair that shimmered like molten fire.

“Our heretics seem to be getting out of hand,” Ernell murmured. “Killed by nothing more than a young duke’s brat? How embarrassing.”

Arthur said nothing, sensing the growing tension in the room.

“And without my knowledge, summoning Asmodeus to toy with a nation’s princess?” Ernell’s tone remained conversational, but the weight of his words was chilling. “Really, Arthur, isn’t it time we reminded them of God’s wrath?”

It was a declaration of impending judgment—a promise of brutal slaughter in the name of the Holy Kingdom.

The real reason Ernell had come to Bridgent wasn’t merely to bestow blessings; it was to deliver punishment. The black magicians who had yet to be integrated into his control had been causing one mess after another.

No one would suspect that the Pope’s illegitimate son and closest confidant, the Patron, was the true master of the rogue black magicians he intended to annihilate.

At that moment, Llewellyn stirred on the bed, her body shifting slightly.

Ernell immediately leaned down, his expression softening into a kind smile.

“Llewellyn, are you awake?” he asked gently.

She murmured something unintelligible, still half-asleep, and drifted off again. Ernell chuckled quietly, his smile so angelic and serene that Arthur felt a shiver run down his spine. In that moment, Ernell looked like nothing more than an ordinary man gazing tenderly at a sleeping woman.

“Before anything else,” Ernell said without looking up, “get me some clothes.”

“Pardon?”

“Nightwear for her,” Ernell clarified. “Something she can wear comfortably.”

Arthur blinked, hesitating. “…Right away.”

The man who had just been advocating for slaughter was now ordering someone to fetch clothes for a woman. Arthur was puzzled. Had Princess Llewellyn and this man known each other before? Why was Ernell, of all people, being so gentle with her?