Chapter 38

If he’s angry, he can just drag me back to the tent.

You can bring a saddle and tie me to the bed as you have done many times before.

But now Riorem did not even attempt to tie me down.

Instead, he insisted on rousing my body.

From head to toe, he reminded me that I was already imbued with his pleasure.

Just as I was beginning to question the marking, another problem emerged.

A rustle.

I could hear it coming from somewhere, rustling through the bushes.

I barely opened my eyes and looked around. I wondered if the long-lost hound had returned.

But no.

It was definitely human footsteps coming from the other side of the forest.

Suddenly, I remembered who I had forgotten, and that the meeting place was right around the corner from here.

‘The Crown Prince.’

I clenched my teeth self-consciously.

There was no point in making contact with him, not when Riorem would know anyway.

‘And I don’t want to be seen like this.’

So she tried to swallow the sound somehow until the crown prince left the room.

There was no way he was going to stop his behaviour so easily.

But then something unexpected happened.

“Mouth. Open.”

A low voice whispered in my ear.

I parted my lips in response to the soothing voice.

Then something soft filled my mouth.

I looked at Riorem, who had something in his hunting vest pocket that was missing.

Only then did I realise what he had put in my mouth.

It was the handkerchief I had given him.

After I had covered my mouth.

Riorem tormented me in a different way than before.

This time, all the stimuli were intense.

The hand that had been removed from my mouth grabbed my chest.

Squeezed.

The soft flesh was squeezed as if it were being crushed within it.

Riorem’s other hand, the one that bound my wrists, tightened.

‘Hmph, uhhh….’

I sucked in a laboured breath.

Reflexively, I chewed on the piece of cloth stuffed in my mouth.

Not that I hadn’t had men take out their sadism on me before, but I’d never had a man shut me up with a gift I’d given him.

No man had ever groped me with a rough hand in case someone was listening.

‘It’s certainly quieter this way.’

The lips that had been sucking on my lobe whispered a low note that sounded like breath.

I shivered involuntarily.

It felt like not only my ears but my eardrums were erogenous zones.

“No one can hear you but me, and if you don’t believe me, you should probably get some help.”

“Ugh.”

I glanced over at Riorem,

‘Why would I want anyone to see me like this?”

But just as Riorem had promised, the words that had risen to the top of my throat disappeared without making a sound.

Meanwhile, the footsteps grew closer and closer.

Perhaps they had realised I was not under the oak.

I worried that the crown prince would call for me and find me.

When my name or title came out of the other man’s mouth, it was clear that Riorem’s reaction would not be positive.

Fortunately, the other man did not make a sound and began to look around.

He didn’t want to make too much noise and bump into Riorem while looking for me, so he said,

‘I hope you’ll go back in peace. Don’t wander around and provoke him.’

That was it.

Riorem’s fingers twisted my nipple roughly.

“…..!”

I shuddered, sinking my teeth into my handkerchief.

Riorem leaned down to look at me.

His blue eyes locked with mine.

“Do you still think that man will help you?”,

“The Crown Prince is interested in your well-being, but he’s not going to help you, Saint angle, because he’s a bastard who backs out when it really matters.”

I looked him straight in the eye, instead of avoiding the gaze that was gauging my reaction.

Then his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple painfully.

As if to punish me.

‘What slave dares to make eye contact with his master?’

He looked me in the eye.

A fairly unwarranted slap landed on me, as befits a man who had spent a lifetime under the thumb of an unjust master.

I lifted my head again and looked him straight in the eyes.

The punishment was repeated against my nipples and breasts, but I refused to give in.

Riorem’s face contorted.

A thick thigh dug between my legs, the wind making the trees sway and sending a few birds flying.

I held my breath and concentrated on the sound of the firecrackers on the other side.

The rustling footsteps didn’t stop.

The speed was similar.

Luckily, the crown prince didn’t seem to mind the commotion.

On the contrary, Riorem seemed to be taking it all in stride.

He also noticed that I was checking on the Crown Prince.

…You said he was fine.”

The suddenly bulging quads pressed harder against my pussy.

‘You said you didn’t mind being in my bedroom for the rest of your life.’

‘Mmm, suck.’

I’m fine, really.

All the words that formed in my mouth were just a frustrated moan.

Lorem rolled his brow at that.

‘Then why are you seeing him? I told you not to go out with him.’

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

If you really wanted to know why, you could have given me a chance to tell you.

Or maybe I’m trying to ask the crown prince for help, and I’m just gagging him with questions.

You’re just like me.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been doing,” he said.

‘Making demands that don’t make sense.

It was my own karma.

I didn’t feel resentful, just funny.

He must have misunderstood the meaning of my laughter.

Riorem’s gaze sharpened as he looked at me.

Then he let go of my wrist.

It didn’t mean much, of course.

He had my leg firmly in the way.

But for some reason, even that was quickly removed.

Then, as if on cue, Riorem pulled a bottle of water from his pocket and washed my dirty hands.

‘Oh… No way.’

There are few reasons why a man who can eat a piece of bread in the mud would need to clean his hands in this situation.

As expected, Riorem pulled up the hem of my dress.

My underwear, drenched in the liquid, was on full display.

In one swift motion, he ripped them off.

The soaked fabric fluttered onto the fallen leaves.

Tsk.

With a dull thud, a finger dug into my pussy.

“Mmmm…!”

I bit down hard on the saliva-soaked handkerchief, or the sound would leak out.

Two fingers plunged in at once, right to the root.

My vagina twitched at the foreign object, as long and heavy as any penis.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

‘Ugh!’

‘Ugh!’

I threw my head back.

Meanwhile, the nub of the third finger that had burrowed inside me had spread the narrow opening.

Soon my lower abdomen was filled with Riorem’s fingers.

My legs trembled under the immense pressure.

Before I had time to get used to the sensation, Riorem flexed his fingers.

The tips of his callused hands groped somewhere on my inner walls.

I knew at once what he was looking for.

I bit down on my hip as if to avoid what was about to happen, but of course it didn’t work.

Rather, Riorem stabbed me exactly there.

The ceiling of the vagina.

Right where the nerves are clustered opposite the clitoris.

‘Heh, ugh!’

A sharp pain of pleasure shot through my head.

As if to confirm my reaction, Riorem’s fingers pressed insistently against the same spot.

Heat pooled deep in my lower belly.

My erogenous zones, constantly stimulated, begin to fill my entire body with an uplifting sensation.

And just like that, I climax in an instant.

My body shudders with the vague pleasure.

A few branches of the tree I was leaning against swayed.

But the climax wasn’t over.

The lubricated fingers began to make their withdrawal.

‘Mmm, mmmm, hmm.’

It was a different kind of pleasure, and while it was a little less painful than having my weaknesses exploited, it wasn’t unbearable.

Rather, there was another problem.

I struggled to breathe.

I could feel the strain on my crushed bladder, perhaps due to the change in position.

As I exhaled uncomfortably, the hand that had been cupping my chest slid lower and lower.

Ouch.

A hot palm pressed against my lower belly.

I glanced up at Riorem.

His expressionless face was in my tear-stained vision.

“Do you think it’s cold?” dry voice asked the vulgar question.

“Then wrap it up. I don’t care what anyone says about a slave child screaming like an animal.”