The Slave Princess Every Night - Chapter 9 (M)

“Haa!”

The pleasure she got from the clitoral friction was something she had never experienced before. It was scary and flustered, like letting go of the reins on a galloping horse. When she finally saw the climax in front of her, Lena pleaded.

“S-stop! Just a moment… Haa!”

Godfrey ignored Lena’s request and instead moved his hands even faster. His thick veins stood out on his thick wrists as he gripped her plump buttocks tightly.

“Ah…!”

Lena, who had climaxed in Godfrey’s arms, trembled. Her heavy breath poured down onto his sweaty chest.

“Oh dear. I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already going?”

He had deliberately driven her to this point, but the man pretended not to know and teased her. And before the trembling of her climax had subsided, he moved his hips and thrust his thing into her in one go.

“Ugh, ah!”

Her forcibly invaded inside tightly constricted his shaft. Lena shuddered at the feeling of her mind going blank for a moment, and barely raised her body above his torso. It was an instinctive action, as the penis that had come in so deeply at once was too much for her.

“Ugh… Haa!”

But as she raised her body, the hard thing that was inside heavily struck another part of her belly. As she stopped moving for a moment, feeling dizzy, Godfrey, who was still holding her buttocks, shook Lena back and forth.

“That was good just now.”

“Ugh… Haa! Ugh!”

The squelching sound echoed incessantly again. Lena made a series of moans that she didn’t know if they were coming from her mouth, and then, for a moment, she froze her whole body as she felt her vision go white.

After being intoxicated by the sensation of nerves all over her body exploding like fireworks, she came to her senses and realized that she was still shaking on top of him. Realizing that he was pushing her without giving her time to savor the climax again, Lena cried.

“Ugh… Please stop…”

“It seemed like you were enjoying it too.”

He made a joking remark and reluctantly let go of her hands. On Lena’s white and delicate buttocks, there were fingerprints left from being held tightly.

He pretended to be relaxed, but he almost ejaculated just now. He was barely holding on to his mind, but if he focused on her inside, which warmly wrapped around his center, it felt like his brain would melt away soon.

“It’s too deep…”

Lena, who was trying to get up on her knees while whimpering, was startled and sat back down.

“Huh?!”

The sensation of the glans, full beneath her womb, scraping down her inner walls was too vivid. Then, once again, she was embraced so deeply that Lena wriggled her waist back and forth, trying to avoid the excessive stimulation. As she supported herself with her arms on the man’s chest, her perky breasts swayed from side to side.

“Well done.”

“Haaht!”

But no matter how she moved, it only ended up stimulating both herself and Godfrey at the same time. As the shame and pleasure became unbearable, she helplessly shed tears.

“Sniff, sob…”

Godfrey looked up at her as she shed tears from her eyes, bluer than ice, and turned her waist on her own. When Lena, exhausted on her own, stopped moving, he hugged her again and changed positions.

“Hht!”

Sitting on the bed, he fixed Lena’s open legs with his own. Then, he sat her on top of him, facing the same direction, and once again forced his way into her body.

“Ugh, hmm.”

The entrance, which had been softened by the continuous insertions, accepted his member without resistance. However, as the position changed, Lena shuddered and trembled again at the changed pattern of stimulation. A shiver ran down her spine at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Hah, uhn…”

Before she knew it, she was repeating the up-and-down motion, completely entrusting her body to Godfrey’s hands. Every time his penis slammed deep inside with a thud, everything around her disappeared far away as if swept away by a wave, then returned.

“Ahhk, aheuuk.”

As a signal that her body was tensing up, Godfrey shook his hips quickly and strongly, diligently thrusting into the place she was feeling. Without realizing that he had already grasped the depths of her body, Lena floundered in ecstasy and lost consciousness.

* * *

“Yes?”

Ornate tapestries and elegantly tasteful furniture. Bedding in soft hues, a space that anyone could see was meant for a young woman.

A woman with long blonde hair stood up abruptly and shouted.

“There’s a woman in His Imperial Majesty’s chambers?”

“So I hear.”

A tall, middle-aged man nodded. He was Duke Kernten, the uncle of the young lady before him. The same crimson eyes sparkled beneath their brows.

“That can’t be… He’s a man who doesn’t even bat an eye at the seductions of any beauty. He showed so little interest in women that it was so difficult to get our engagement finalized!”

“Indeed.”

“But why? Did he find some enticing toy while he was away on campaign?”

“I heard it was Princess Aitalos.”

“Ugh, Aitalos?”

The woman, Hilderude, frowned as if displeased. Even if it was to maintain the bloodline and power of the royal family, notorious customs such as incestuous marriage and human sacrifice came to mind.

“Is she pretty? Are her manners befitting the reputation of royalty? Is she perhaps one of the imbeciles or deformed people occasionally born into the Aitalos royal family?”

Hilderude paced around the room, touching her lips with her fingertips. Although she was from a defeated nation, she was still a princess, and if she wasn’t lacking in some way, she might push her aside and become the Emperor’s new fiancée.

But Duke Kernten read his niece’s worries and chuckled quietly.

“Don’t worry, Hilderude. His Majesty is only thinking of using that woman as a pawn to be discarded.”

“A pawn to be used and discarded?”

“When the Taringian army returned victorious, there was an attack by the remnants of Aitalos. His Majesty violated the princess in front of the refugees to prevent any further rebellion from occurring.”

“Oh, my.”

Upon hearing the unfortunate news of the nameless princess, the corners of Hilderude’s lips turned up. If she had been violated in front of so many people, she probably wouldn’t be in her right mind by now.

“And then?”

“Isn’t she the kind of woman who would be trampled in front of everyone as a warning? He’s just keeping her as a tool, he has no attachment to her.”

Duke Kernten nodded as if he was once again convinced by his own words.

“That’s why our nobles are staying still. If he’s not serious, then an emperor can have as many playthings as he wants, right?”

“That’s right, Uncle.”

“The Aitalos women are known for their beauty, so he’s probably just keeping her as a bed warmer because she’s good to hold.”

Duke Kernten stroked Hilderude’s hair affectionately.

“So don’t worry about anything, and focus on tying His Majesty to you even more.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

“Show him the dignity of a formal fiancée that a mere slave girl can’t even imitate.”

“Yes.”

After the Duke left, Hilderude summoned her maids and spent a long time dressing up.

Then, she put figs and wine in a basket, covered it with a white cloth, and headed to the Imperial Palace. At the palace, she found the person she wanted to see, but she couldn’t approach him. Armored guards blocked her way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“His Majesty is in discussion with General Ludwig.”

Seeing the black-haired man next to the ever-majestic Emperor Godfrey, Hilderude’s face scrunched up again. A group of staunch loyalists who pursued the interests of no one but the Emperor. General Ludwig was above them, and Hilderude had always been bothered by their fastidious attitude.

“I have eyes, so I know that. As His Majesty’s fiancée, I’m just trying to offer him a short break from his heavy workload.”

As the argument grew louder, Godfrey finally noticed them and stopped.

“Hilderude. What’s going on?”

“Your Majesty.”

Hilderude’s face lit up. She unnecessarily smoothed her carefully styled hair again.

“I thought you might be tired from work, so I brought some snacks…”

“If it’s not urgent, let’s talk later. Ludwig, where were we?”

“Yes. The budget for this campaign is…”

Godfrey urged them to continue on their way as if he had never seen her. As if he had casually brushed aside a worm wriggling on the road. The guards following the Emperor also moved away, their armor clanking.

The extreme humiliation made her head spin. When she came to her senses, Hilderude had thrown the basket away and was hurrying somewhere.

Having frequented the Imperial Palace for a long time, she knew Godfrey’s bedroom. That was because she had seen countless women, scantily clad, loitering around his bedroom, trying to catch his eye. Hilderude had hoped that the Emperor’s rejection of all those seductions might be because he simply wasn’t interested in women, but also, in part, to maintain fidelity to his fiancée.

“Young Lady, what brings you here?”

“I have business, open the door.”

Guarding the door were two Imperial Guards. One of them, who seemed older, spoke.

“His Majesty is not inside. And we cannot allow anyone to enter the Imperial Bedchamber without permission…”

“Are you sure? Do you really think your words represent the will of His Imperial Majesty?”

Hilderude pushed forward confidently, causing the guard to hesitate and shut his mouth. When she glared at him, the guard stammered.

“Of course, the Kernten Young Lady is the most noble of His Majesty’s guests. But the Imperial Bedchamber is a private space, so even so, without His Majesty’s approval…”

“Then go and ask His Majesty right now!”

The subtle feeling given by the words ‘private space’ really struck a nerve with Hilderude. She emphasized the power of her uncle, Duke Kernten, once more, threatening that if she wanted to, she could easily control the treatment of a lowly soldier like him.

Unable to overcome her force, he eventually left reluctantly to find the Emperor. That left only a young-faced guard who didn’t even have a beard yet at the door. Hilderude gestured for him to move aside as if she didn’t even feel he was worth talking to.

The young guard opened his mouth hesitantly.

“Umm…”

“What? Move.”

“Sergeant Lucian needs to get His Majesty’s permission before…”

“Didn’t I tell you to open it right now? Do you think I’m just anyone? I am the Emperor’s fiancée. Are you ignoring my uncle, Duke Kernten?”

The young-looking guard faltered and stepped back as she pushed forward. Hilderude scoffed. Lucian or whatever his name was, the guard who was only old but seemed to lack any spirit, would never have really gone to call the Emperor.

Hilderude threw the door open with all her might, and when she finally saw the small woman lying languidly on the bed, she lost it.

“You vulgar Aitalos slave.”

The face with wide blue eyes, probably quite startled, was, infuriatingly, quite pretty. Hilderude charged towards the bed, ready to grab that pale hair right away.

“You like spreading your legs and stealing another woman’s man? Why, does His Majesty being a little fond of you make you think you can snatch the Empress’s seat?”

“What on earth is going on?”

Before her silver hair could be grabbed, a woman intervened. She glared with green eyes and protested.

“This person is under the protection of His Imperial Majesty and is the Princess of Aitalos. You cannot treat her like this!”

“And who are you?”

Hilderude scanned Melgardi up and down. Her dress was plain, and she had never seen her face among the nobles. A person who serves slaves is only a slave. She must be a maid working in the Imperial Palace, Hilderude quickly realized, and decided to teach this one a lesson first.