Chapter 30

The only reason I went out of my way to make such an excuse was one thing.

If I tried to find out about other men, Riorrem would definitely get angry.

Fortunately, the excuse that “I need to think about whether to kill or not, so I want to know about the Crown Prince” was quite convincing.

“He’s an annoying man in a different way than Prince Alpheios.”

Riorrem, who had been silent, finally spoke.

“He always avoids fights cautiously, but when it comes to situations where he wouldn’t lose out, he moves boldly to an absurd degree.”

I turned my head and looked up at Riorrem’s face.

But in this place, I couldn’t see his face clearly.

Still, it was certain to be hardened stiff.

Riorrem still hadn’t completely abandoned the mindset he had as a slave.

So when he was younger, he must have been quite a lot at the mercy of the opportunistic Crown Prince.

It was truly a clash of opposites.

“If it hadn’t been for what happened a few days ago, the hunt would have been a failure.”

On the day of the regular meeting, I heard that Alpheios, sword in hand, had risked his life to stop the Crown Prince.

Probably at that point, Riorrem changed his evaluation of the Crown Prince.

“Because he wouldn’t get along with Alpheios even more.”

Besides, Alpheios had disliked Riorrem from before.

He thought the reason I didn’t fall for him was because of the statue-like beautiful slave who washed feet.

I leaned back on Riorrem again and spoke.

“Then that’s a relief. You won’t get angry just because you caught a bigger prey.”

“You worry about everything.”

“Alpheios did get angry.”

The shoulder Riorrem rested on behind me stiffened again.

“He was confident because he thought he caught the biggest prey, but it wasn’t true. So when he couldn’t be the first to present the prey to me, he drew his sword.”

“Still, it wasn’t all bad. Thanks to that, Father removed Alpheios from the list of suitable husbands.”

So I liked King Arete’s judgment.

He only let himself and the son who would inherit the throne know about my existence.

“If it had been known that I was here, Alpheios would have rushed to Dynamis Castle immediately.”

After that, I would have fought with Riorrem until we saw blood.

So I hoped the hunt would end without any trouble, and my existence would remain forever secret.

The more I wished for it, the less likely it seemed to happen.

By the time we reached the castle gate, the sun had fully risen.

The Crown Prince and his party were waiting for Riorrem at the crossroads to the hunting grounds.

It seemed they were finally about to inform which hunting grounds they would go to, in case the story leaked.

While the knights talked among themselves, Riorrem and I waited in the carriage.

The Crown Prince also did not step out of the carriage.

Finally, the carriage started moving.

It was not toward the wide road but toward a narrow path through the forest.

Since there were fewer people, they seemed to have chosen the least conspicuous route.

“Well, it’s hard to believe that the Crown Prince and a lord of a country are moving with such a small party.”

However, it seemed they hadn’t considered the ride quality of the carriage.

Clatter, clatter

The carriage wheels made precarious noises every time they passed over uneven roads.

The situation inside the carriage was even worse.

My body was shaken and bumped around.

I had never traveled outside of paved roads in my life, so there was no way I could endure this situation.

“Ugh…!”

The carriage jolted greatly as it hit a stone.

At the same time, my body was lifted and then fell onto the seat with a dull thud.

“Ugh.”

An involuntary groan escaped me.

My hips and waist hurt terribly.

I tried to hold the handle and endure it somehow, but it was useless.

I just slipped more as I lost strength.

Meanwhile, the road grew rougher as we approached the forest.

Every time the carriage shook, my body swayed.

Riorrem held my waist, but I was already quite exhausted, and the staggering did not stop.

“…Hah.”

Then Riorrem sighed.

Soon after, my body was lifted up.

It wasn’t because of the carriage shaking.

Riorrem had lifted me up while holding my waist.

Thud.

I soon sat on a much harder and hotter place.

It was on Riorrem’s lap.

I sat down on this new spot and tried to assess the situation.

Certainly, I no longer slipped.

Although it still shook a little, it was much more bearable.

But no matter how I looked at it, this was…

“Riorrem.”

“…Don’t say anything.”

Riorrem whispered, almost spitting the words.

But even as he calmly ordered me, the hot and enormous pillar was still poking my hips.

‘What on earth is he excited about?’

I recalled the last 20 minutes of events.

But all I could think about was the uncomfortable mountain pass.

I got some help from Riorem, but we didn’t make much contact.

But Riorem’s penis was already fully erect. It had been a while

since he’d been like this, and his trousers were damp with heat.

A thud.

The carriage hit another rock, and there was another loud thud.

At the same time, Riorem’s arms tightened around my waist.

With his strength, my hips also pressed heavily against his penis, heavier than before.

Wriggle.

The pole nestled between my hip bones jerked.

I asked cautiously.

‘Would you like me to step out of the way before you get there?’

.Where the hell did you learn to say that?”

Despite his reprimanding tone, Riorem’s penis raised its head even more furiously than before.

He was certainly an easy man to get to know, at least in the lower half.

‘It shouldn’t be long before we get there, there’s an open area around here that we use for hunting.’

‘You mean you want me to dismount.’

Riorem didn’t deny it.

I smiled and leaned against him.

Sitting on my lap had elevated my seat, so now his chin rested on my shoulder.

‘I’ve always suspected, Riorem, that you have a stronger sex drive than you look.’

I said, remembering something from long ago.

I loved the face of my Seth slave, and of course I loved having him around.

But one day, as soon as Riorem finished washing my feet, he slipped out of the room.

So I snuck up behind him.

There he was, masturbating between the laundry tubs, and in his hand was the towel he’d used to clean my feet.

The next day, and the next, and the next.

Riorem rubbed his cock against the towel that had wiped my feet, masturbating.

It was a curiously unexpected sight.

The slave, whose expression never changed when he was whipped, had actually been wetting my foot towel with his own juices every night.

‘So I took him aside and told him to try it on my feet.’

Riorem stood upright, shaking, and he did it well.

The man who had done that was now ordering me to serve him with my hands.

If it was progress, it was progress.

It was then. Riorem crushed my pelvis with both hands.

The bulging front of his trousers pressed against my thighs, digging inward.

Soon, a columnar root pressed against my clit.

‘Hmph!’

A sharp gasp escaped me.

Having located my clitoris, Riorem pressed my lower half against my pole, grinding against it.

The protruding vein rubbed against the back of the mound.

“Mmm, mmm… Hmph.”

A groan escaped me. It was a dull, languid pleasure.

It wasn’t intense, but it was aching.

Thump, thump.

The rocking of the carriage was transmitted through the lower half of my body that was pressed against Riorem.

The crisp feel of the wheels over uneven ground, the creaking of the body as the carriage creaked, was a heavy pleasure.

The warmth from the contact with Riorem had grown into a fever.

‘Whoa…….’

A hot sigh touched the nape of my neck.

Soon, Riorem’s arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.

My clit and vaginal orifice were crushed without ejaculation.

‘Aaah, aaah, aaah!’

Came out in a series of squeaky gibberish, all of which could not be drowned out by the creaking of the carriage.

Riorem must have realised it too, because his other hand clamped over my mouth,

weakening his hold on me, but it didn’t matter.

“Hmph, mmm.

I shifted my hips in pleasure.

I rubbed my groin against the pole that sprang up and burrowed between my legs.

When even a little dulled the sensation, I sat back on my arse and made it a pointed pleasure.

I could feel the heat that had travelled from Riorem to me, and now to my lower belly, trickling through my entire body.

I rocked my hips at a rapid pace to fill that sensation, which resembled flotation, all the way to the tip of my head.

And just as I reached that climax, it was over.