Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 2: Not the Second Wife, but the Mistress? (8) (M)

She had already succumbed to his touch once, and a sinking feeling told her she would taste pleasure again, perhaps over and over, without reprieve. A new fear crept into her mind—was she destined to become like the countless concubines who, despite hating Cassion, longed desperately for the rare nights spent in his embrace?

“Y-Your Majesty, please… please… slower…” Levinia pleaded, her voice trembling, tears threatening to spill as she looked up at him with desperation.

Cassion’s burning gaze locked onto her, his golden eyes filled with an intensity that made her breath catch. Slowly, as if savoring the moment, he climbed onto the bed, towering over her.

“Cassion,” he said suddenly, his voice calm but carrying a weight that sent a chill down her spine.

What?

“Call me Cassion,” he murmured again, his cool tone laced with a fiery whisper that seared into her ears.

The command shook Levinia to her core, snapping her back to full awareness.

‘Call me Cassion.’

That line… it was something Cassion said in the novel when he became aware of his feelings for Albert. So why is he saying it to me?

The thought sent a wave of shock through Levinia as she stared at him in disbelief. But before she could process her confusion, Cassion moved, his hips beginning to thrust without warning.

“Hik?! Ahh—ahhh!” she cried out, her eyes widening as the sudden motion stole her breath.

And yet, there was no pain. Despite his size, the overwhelming stretch of him inside her caused no discomfort—only an intense fullness that made her question how such a thing was even possible.

Just as she started to marvel at the surreal nature of it all, a powerful wave of sensation crashed over her. The stimulation was too much, too overwhelming, as if her body couldn’t keep up. Heat surged through her, making her stomach tighten and her entire body flush with a pleasure so sharp it left her gasping.

As Levinia, panicked and overwhelmed, tried to close her legs, Cassion swiftly caught her ankle.

“Those legs should be wrapped around my waist,” he said smoothly, pulling her legs toward him and positioning them to encircle his hips.

At the same moment, he thrust forward, grinding his length deeper into her, the friction sending an explosion of heat through her body. Her vision blurred, turning white from the overwhelming sensation.

“Ahhh! Y-Your Majesty!” Levinia cried out, her voice trembling as her body writhed beneath him.

“I told you to call me Cassion,” he scolded, his tone stern as he pinned her down with his hips. His movements were deliberate and practiced, his thrusts alternating between deep, sharp strokes and slow, grinding circles. Each motion sent waves of sweet, unbearable pleasure coursing through her abdomen, filling her completely.

It felt so good—too good. Levinia couldn’t handle the intensity. She wanted to escape, to flee from the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume her.

“Wait… this is too much… ahh, ngh… too strange… ahhh!” she whimpered, her voice cracking as the sensations built relentlessly.

“Where are you trying to go?” Cassion asked mockingly, pressing harder as he shifted angles slightly. “Here?”

With a sly tone, Cassion pressed himself deeper, his movements precise as he targeted the spot that made Levinia squirm uncontrollably. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as if he were fully aware of her instinct to flee from the overwhelming sensations.

“No…! Too deep… ngh, ahh! Please… stop…” Levinia whimpered, her voice trembling as her body writhed beneath him.

“And yet, you’re clenching down on me so tightly while saying that,” Cassion teased, his voice laced with amusement. “This part of you… it’s as if it can’t get enough of me, sucking me in greedily like it wants more.”

Pinning her firmly, Cassion thrust into her with deliberate rhythm, his hips moving powerfully as the wet, lewd sounds of their connection echoed through the room. Squish, squish, squelch. The noise only seemed to grow louder with each deep stroke.

Caught under his piercing gaze, Levinia felt her face burn with embarrassment. She shook her head frantically, denying the truth he so shamelessly pointed out.

“No! That’s not true—ahh! Ngh, no… stop…” she cried, her voice faltering as her body betrayed her.

“Stop? Look here…” Cassion chuckled darkly, drawing himself out slowly, letting his length drag along her sensitive walls. “You’re clinging to me so tightly, begging for more. Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop at all.”

The deliberate withdrawal made her inner walls contract involuntarily, as if trying to pull him back in. Levinia’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, mortified by her own body’s reaction.

“Stop… Your Majesty…!”

Unable to bear the sight of him, Levinia covered her face with both hands, but the sound of Cassion’s low, amused chuckle reached her ears. Without warning, he thrust himself to the hilt, burying his length deep inside her and resuming his relentless pace. The force of his movements left her gasping and moaning, her body unable to resist as he pulled her into his embrace.

Cassion reached for her wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed. Her concealed face was revealed, flushed with shame and glistening with the raw emotions of the moment. The sight only deepened the amused curve of his lips.

“What are you so embarrassed about? There is no shame in finding pleasure while accepting me. Are you not my woman?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an unshakable authority.

“Ahh… nngh… no…!” Levinia whimpered, twisting beneath him. “Don’t… don’t look at me like that… ahhh! Stop, please!”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Cassion’s gaze remained fixed on her. Each deep thrust, every deliberate scrape of his tip against her sensitive walls, unraveled her resistance. Her expression, once tense with embarrassment, melted into one of helpless pleasure. The subtle changes in her face—her parted lips, the fluttering of her eyelashes, the flush spreading across her cheeks—drew a spark of excitement to his piercing blue eyes.

“I was going to let you off with just one round, since it’s your first time…”

Cassion’s whispered words sank over Levinia’s lips, and before she could react, his hot mouth pressed against hers. Her eyes widened in shock, as if they might pop out of her head. Why?! Why is he kissing me?! I’m not Albert!

Even Cassion seemed momentarily taken aback by his own actions. But once his lips met hers, any hesitation he might have had vanished. The softness, the warmth of her lips—so tender and yielding—made him crave more. He parted her lips easily, slipping his tongue inside as if it were the most natural thing in the world, savoring the taste of her as though it were the only thing he desired.

This is strange… why is this happening? Levinia’s mind raced with confusion, but her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to the sudden intimacy.

As his tongue explored her mouth, his blue eyes softened, taking on a gentle yet smoldering intensity. Sweetness—an unexpected sweetness he hadn’t anticipated—lingered on her tongue, and he couldn’t help but lose himself in it, feeling as though it might melt his own resolve.

“Nngh… mmph… ahh…!”

As her lower body was relentlessly filled and her lips captured in a deep, dominating kiss, Levinia found it nearly impossible to hold on to her senses. Even as Cassion’s tongue claimed her mouth, his hips never paused, driving into her with a rhythm that filled her belly with an overwhelming, maddening pleasure.

“Haah… Leni…” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with both exertion and desire.

“Ahh! Nngh—ahhh! P-Your Majesty… ahhh… ahhh!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her body trembled violently.

Something was coming—an electrifying, all-consuming sensation that hit her like a lightning strike. The explosion of pleasure tore through her body, leaving her shaking uncontrollably as she reached her peak. Her mind went blank, lost in the storm of euphoria that overtook her.

Cassion, feeling the sudden tightening and pulsing of her inner walls, followed her over the edge. His movements became erratic yet powerful, driving deeply as he released himself into her with relentless intensity.

“Ahh… ngh… hahh… ahhh!”

The overwhelming pleasure she felt was incomparable to anything she had experienced before, far surpassing the sensations his fingers had once teased out of her. Levinia’s mind was dazed, her thoughts scattered as her body trembled, still reeling from the intensity of her climax.

Cassion, too, seemed to have reached his peak, his chest heaving as he released his desires deep inside her.

“Haah… haah…” he panted, his breath heavy, his brilliant blue eyes glazed with lingering pleasure. But as his gaze roamed over her body, it was clear that his hunger had not been sated. Those predatory eyes, still burning with desire, raked over her like a wolf watching its prey.

Levinia, limp and barely recovering, felt a chill run through her. Why…?

Hadn’t they already done it? Once should have been enough—more than enough to leave them both satisfied. And yet, the hardness still buried deep within her seemed to demand otherwise, pulsing with an unrelenting heat that left no room for doubt.

As the oppressive aura of his desire pressed down on her, Levinia instinctively tried to wriggle away, attempting to escape the smoldering intensity of his need.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Before she could even move an inch, Cassion’s arms wrapped around her tightly, pulling her back into his embrace as though he were holding onto a prize he refused to let go. His piercing gaze softened, taking on a honeyed sweetness that felt impossibly out of place compared to the hunger burning within them.

Levinia froze, her face flushing a deep red as she met his eyes. She couldn’t comprehend it—the tenderness, the warmth, the possessiveness in his gaze. Why was he looking at her like that?

“…It is the duty of a concubine to satisfy her emperor, is it not?”

Cassion’s voice, low and almost sinister, dripped with lewdness as he whispered his intent. When Levinia tightly shut her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come, Cassion chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

“It will take much more to satisfy me. Don’t even think about sleeping tonight, Levinia,” he murmured, his tone a mix of warning and promise.

With those words, he began to move again, his hips slowly grinding against her, his length teasing her still-sensitive inner walls. The overstimulation made Levinia squirm, her body writhing in protest.

“A-ah… Y-Your Majesty… please… just a moment to rest… ahhh!” she gasped, her plea cut short as he shifted suddenly, his deep thrust stirring up a wave of pleasure that left her trembling.

Cassion’s eyes gleamed with delight as he stared down at her, his expression one of pure satisfaction. He met her gaze head-on, drinking in the sight of her flushed and overwhelmed face.

“And yet, you make such a blissful expression,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement.

“I-it’s not like that… ngh—ahh! Ahhh!” Levinia’s protest dissolved into broken cries as he thrust into her again, the rhythmic movements sending ripples of strange, intoxicating pleasure coursing through her.

Smiling wickedly, Cassion leaned closer, his breath warm against her lips as he continued his steady pace.

“For a mouth that speaks only lies… this is what it deserves.”

As though entranced, Cassion’s gaze lingered on Levinia’s lips before he finally claimed them. The soft kiss quickly deepened, turning into something far more heated and intense. The sensation of his lips melding with hers, his tongue teasing its way into her mouth, made Levinia shudder uncontrollably.

This isn’t right… she thought frantically, her mind spinning as the kiss consumed her. Something’s going terribly wrong!