Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 12. The Tyrant’s Fiancée (4) (M)

“Mm… ah… ngh…”

Levinia surrendered to the gentle rhythm, feeling the fullness inside her as Cassion held her close. His plan was at least halfway successful—this closeness, their bodies intertwined, and the tender kisses made her feel as if they were truly lovers.

Why does it feel like this? she wondered. Perhaps remnants of her past-life mindset lingered. Somehow, being wrapped together in this single-person clawfoot tub gave her the illusion of a romantic date.
A rather scandalous one, to be sure…

“Ah… haah… Your Majesty… mmm…”

Cassion’s gaze was nothing short of euphoric as he kissed Levinia again and again, his lips barely leaving hers. Each time a soft moan escaped her mouth, he captured it with another deep kiss, as if determined to steal every sound.

“Mmh… ngh… mmm…”

Even the way his tongue entwined with hers felt strangely pleasant, sending shivers down her spine. Before she knew it, she found herself clinging to his shoulders, melting into his embrace. The warmth of the water seemed to amplify every sensation, making Cassion feel even more present, more overwhelming.

He really meant it when he said he’d show me how much he cared…

“Feeling good?”

Cassion lightly licked Levinia’s lips, which were slick with his touch, and murmured softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Levinia’s cheeks flushed a deep pink as she whispered, her voice barely audible, utterly lost in the pleasure he gave her.

“Yes… it feels… good… really good…”

Cassion chuckled, his golden eyes darkening with dangerous intent. “Is that so? But at this pace, it’s hard for me to reach my limit… Not that I mind—I’m enjoying myself.”

His words sent a shiver down Levinia’s spine, but she was too dazed to catch the warning in his tone. Blissfully unaware, she didn’t notice the predatory gleam in his eyes or the way his gaze lingered on her, much like a beast savoring its next move.

“Levinia,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate, “Shall I move for real now?”

It seemed everything up to this point hadn’t even been an appetizer for Cassion. When Levinia hesitated, still catching her breath, Cassion cast her a dangerously alluring gaze.

“You felt good just now, didn’t you? It’ll feel even better,” he whispered, his voice dripping with temptation.

Too good… that’s the problem.

Levinia’s eyes wavered as she remembered her past encounters with him—each one more intense than the last. He had surely embraced her with such sweet tenderness that her mind blurred into a haze of pleasure every time.

Cassion’s striking beauty, contrasting with his beast-like physique, always left her defenseless. His cool yet sweetly seductive expression was a weapon in itself, and Levinia found herself melting under his gaze once again.

“Then… just a little,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “We have to go to the dining hall soon.”

“Of course,” Cassion replied, his golden eyes softening ever so slightly. “Just a little… for now.”

Cassion’s mischievous smile held more meaning than mere amusement. His hand slipped beneath the water, firmly grasping Levinia’s waist.

Familiar with his touch, Levinia instinctively looked up at him just as he leaned in, capturing her lips. The deep kiss was heated and insistent, his tongue exploring with an intimacy she had surprisingly grown accustomed to.

“Haa… ahh…!”

Cassion began to move, the water rippling around them. Levinia clung to him as her body swayed with each motion, her breath hitching with every shift. His low, guttural moans filled the air, a sound that made her pulse quicken. Even the crease in his brow, etched with pleasure, seemed endearing.

“Ngh! Hah… ahhh!”

Cassion wasn’t lying when he said he would make her feel good. Levinia’s body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations that left her breathless. Despite the intensity, despite the way her body felt completely out of control, it was undeniably pleasurable.

A tingling warmth spread from her core, her toes curling as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Cassion’s movements were relentless, coaxing uncontrollable cries from her lips with every touch. Each deliberate motion sent shivers down her spine, making her heart race.

“Hnngh… ahh! Too fast… ahhh… ngh!”

Levinia’s flushed expression seemed to ignite something deep within Cassion. His control slipped, and he began showering her with fervent kisses, his passion almost frantic. She found herself lost in the whirlwind—his movements below claiming her completely, while his lips and tongue teased her relentlessly above.

“Hnn… mmph… ahh… ngh!”

Cassion’s timing was almost cruelly perfect. Just when she thought she couldn’t breathe, he pulled back, only to catch her lips again right when her breath returned. Each kiss and movement blended into an intoxicating rhythm, leaving her gasping and writhing in his embrace.

Her mind spun, her body melting under the heat of his touch, every nerve overwhelmed by the building pleasure.

“Haaah! Ahhh… ahhh… aahhhng!”

Levinia’s nails dug into Cassion’s shoulders as she reached her peak, her entire body trembling. At the same time, Cassion followed, releasing deep inside her. Levinia felt the warmth spread within, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. Her limbs were heavy, completely drained.

“Haa… Leni…”

Cassion’s blue eyes still burned with desire, though he seemed to restrain himself, calculating that if they continued at this rate, they’d surely miss dinner. But this time, it was Levinia who didn’t want to stop. Why should something this good end after just once?

“Mm… Your Majesty…”

Her voice carried a new, uncharacteristic sweetness, a soft plea wrapped in a playful tone. She nuzzled closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes. Cassion swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly as he struggled to control himself.

“More… It feels so good…”

“Levinia…” Cassion’s voice wavered, his breath catching. His body reacted immediately to her invitation, the heat between them reigniting as he grew harder once again, still buried inside her.

Emboldened by her own desires, Levinia tightened her legs around his waist, urging him closer.

Cassion’s water-drenched hand gently cupped Levinia’s cheek. As she gazed at his flushed face with a mixture of emotions, his lips descended upon hers.

“Hnn… mmph… ngh!”

Cassion moved with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. His movements were insistent, driven by desire, and Levinia clung to him even tighter. Her body welcomed him with surprising ease, and she couldn’t tell if it was because she had grown used to his touch or simply because it felt so incredibly good.

“Ah… haa…! So good… Your Majesty… ahhn!”

His breath caught, his voice a deep murmur. “Call me by my name… say it… please.”

“Ahh… ahh… Cassion! Cassion…!”

Hearing his name escape Levinia’s lips seemed to ignite something primal within Cassion. His movements became faster, more insistent, each thrust like an unstoppable force. Levinia gasped, her body arching instinctively, helpless against the overwhelming pleasure.

The water splashed around them, sending flower petals skimming across the surface, the room filled with the sound of rippling water and soft, breathless cries. Despite the damp surroundings, every sensation felt vividly heightened, almost too much to bear.

“Haaah… ahhh! Too much… slower… please… ahh! Ahhh!”

Grabbing Levinia’s squirming hips, Cassion shifted his hips deftly, feasting on her sweet lips as she lay half on top of him, grabbing her bent waist and driving himself deep inside her. Levinia salivated at the lascivious thrusts of Cassion’s cock, loving it.

“Hmph! Mmmmm……. “

Levinia’s body arched like a bow as if she had already tasted her climax, but Cassion had no intention of slowing her down; she had broken the bonds of reason that he had so painstakingly maintained, and it was time for him to take responsibility.

“Ahhh?! Argh! Cassion! If you do that now……. Argh!”

Cassion’s eyes glittered greedily as his lips parted to let out a sweet moan. He was going to fuck her until this bathwater was stained with his cum.

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“Haa… ahh…”

Her limp body lay stretched out on the massage bed. The lingering sensation of his seed, as if it had exploded inside her, was still vivid in her mind, though her body showed no trace of it—clean and fresh. Only the scattered marks of their lovemaking were left on her snow-white skin.

It felt… so good…

Levinia thought hazily, her face dazed and her body utterly relaxed. She was embarrassed to be lying there with not a thread of clothing on, but she didn’t have the strength to move even a finger.

After thoroughly indulging in her, Cassion had taken the time to wash her from head to toe, even gently shampooing her hair. His touch was so careful and meticulous that it was hard to believe he was an emperor.

Maybe because it was Cassion’s hands on her, the sensation felt even more comforting and pleasant.

Ah… maybe that’s why…

At this party, after witnessing Cassion’s composed attitude—showing no lingering resentment from the previous incident—Levinia found herself deep in thought. She still didn’t trust him completely, but it was true that she had begun to think about trying something with him.

Cassion, who had been wiping his body after laying her down, turned back to look at her. He had just finished washing himself with comfortably warm water, leaving his body clean and refreshed.

“Are you tired?”

“Mm… a little.”

A natural smile escaped her lips, and Cassion gently brushed his fingers against her cheek. His blue eyes sparkled with happiness, making Levinia’s heart flutter.

Of course, despite how pure and innocent his expression seemed right now, his body… oh no! Why now of all times?!

Panicking, Levinia’s gaze was drawn downward, only to meet Cassion’s suddenly eager response. Noticing her reaction, Cassion glanced down at his waist as well.

Instead of looking embarrassed, Cassion approached her with a shameless expression. Levinia tensed up, but she was too drained to escape—and, well, she was also quite hungry.

“Ah… Your Majesty…”

“Back to ‘Your Majesty,’ is it? How disappointing… Seems I’ll have to punish you for that,” Cassion said with a sly grin. There wasn’t a hint of actual disappointment in his expression—it was nothing but mischief.

Cassion spread Levinia’s legs wide, exposing her already damp spot as he gazed down at her. The narrow bed forced her legs to dangle off the sides naturally.

“W-what are you… Ahhh! Your Majesty…!”

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m punishing my cold-hearted fiancée.

Cassion smirked and spread Levinia’s petals from side to side, exposing her wet core. He gazed mockingly at Levinia’s face, which was red with shame, and licked it.

“Ah… that’s dirty! Don’t… Ahhng…!”

“I cleaned you up myself, so I’m just checking.”

Speaking with natural virtue, Cassion buried his face in Levinia’s pussy. Then he moved one hand to his waistband and began to fondle his penis. The obscene sight embarrassed Levinia.

“Haa… ngh… Your Majesty… ahh…”

“Surprised? When my cold-hearted fiancée satisfies herself and falls asleep alone… I have no choice but to comfort myself like this.”

Cold-hearted, my foot! Whenever Levinia was with Cassion, the standard was seven or eight rounds! And that was just the number of times he climaxed—Levinia’s peaks far outnumbered his.

“Well then, now that we’re engaged, it seems I’ll have to help you fix that little habit of yours.”

“How exactly do you plan to fix that?” Levinia thought, bewildered. However, with Cassion speaking while moving his tongue along her skin, the warm breath and teasing movements left her helpless, allowing only soft moans to escape.

“That kind of effort isn’t necessary!”

As she listened to Cassion’s low, pleasure-laced voice, Levinia whimpered, overwhelmed by the strange thrill it gave her. Cassion wouldn’t climax until Levinia had already reached her own peak once, which meant she had to endure his relentless teasing for several minutes—sometimes longer—as he sucked and toyed with her like a blooming flower.

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