Chapter 46

The argument with Alpheios had gnawed at Riorem’s nerves more than it looked.

Something he could never have.

Provoked, for example, by his bloodline or his birthright, Riorem was always greatly agitated, and his anxiety always came back to him in this way.

He would give me unjust orders, making sure that I was in his control.

In one sense, it was in keeping with the nature of a bedroom slave, and in another sense, it was the furthest thing from a slave’s duty.

For I was always the beneficiary of his lascivious pleasures.

I straightened my posture, bracing myself on my legs.

Callused fingers released my nipples as I arched my back.

Riorem clutched my breasts again. My nipples rubbed against his hard, dry palm.

‘Mmm…….’

A moan escaped my lips.

Her nipples were still tingling, and a sensation she didn’t know if it was cold or heat sent goosebumps up her forearms.

The sensation of the pointed tip rubbing against the man’s sword-holding hand was strangely unbearable.

It felt like a low electric current was running through his body.

“Mmm… Oomph, huh.”

My legs shook with the effort.

My breasts were being squashed this way and that, and each sensation of my nipples being tweaked sent chills down my spine.

By now, sticky sweat beaded over my sternum.

As Riorem cupped her breasts in my hands, there was a hissing, grunting sound.

Until the sound became eerily clear.

Riorem leaned down and stuck his tongue out over my chest.

‘Ah……!’

The hot tongue flicked across my flesh.

The beads of sweat on my damp sternum and the puffy down.

Riorem began to lick up my sweat.

Chewing.

Riorem’s lips parted, and I heard a playful splash.

‘Ha, ha. Aaah…….’

I gasped and looked down at Riorem.

His eyes locked with mine as he stared at my chest, which was cupped in both hands.

He still hadn’t unbuttoned a single button, and it was indeed a lewd sight.

‘You look like you don’t have enough.’

I couldn’t help but laugh,

because the way he said it, his voice was half-locked.

‘What more do you need?’

Riorem’s thumb flicked at my protruding nipple.

If I had more time, I might have considered giving him the benefit of the doubt.

If I had more time, I might have considered giving him the benefit of the doubt.

But right now, I had no such luxury.

My head was spinning with the thought of this man not even touching my nipples, let alone my soaked underwear.

‘Suck it, suck it.’

I tried to sound as calm as possible, but it wasn’t working.

Half of the sound that escaped my lips was a sultry gasp.

Riorem caught it, too.

“Say it right. Tell me what else you need, and why you need ittoo.‘

’Hah, go… I want to go. I mean, nipple… suck.”

Riorem’s throat rasped loudly.

The fact that I was being driven to the point where I couldn’t even use my learned language seemed to excite

him.

Riorem knelt down in front of me.

He was so tall, and yet his head was just under my breastbone.

His fingers, damp with sweat, wrapped around my nipple.

His thumb and forefinger rolled over the pointed bumps, stimulating them.

“Hmm, ha. Ah……?

I gasped and arched my back.

I felt like I was going to come at any moment from the familiar pleasure.

Just then, Riorem’s arm slipped around my waist.

He looked up at me and asked,

‘You mean you don’t mind having your nipples sucked by these lowly, insignificant lips, even though there’s a royal bloodsucker outside your door clamouring for you?’

“Hoot, I… I’m your slave, what prize, ah……!”

“Even if you weren’t a slave, would you have done it? This room was yours, not mine

and you’re asking me to suck your teats now……..

“Please, Riorem…

I pleaded, cutting off Riorem’s words.

Ever since he was able to show me off, Riorem had become a much more unstable person.

He was more easily agitated, more needy of affirmation.

I think it’s because the problems he was vaguely thinking about were actually coming to him…

I’d rather have him eaten by carnality than this.

I rubbed my nipple against Riorem’s cheek and asked him again:

‘Suck me, huh?’

Fortunately, the straightforward request still worked well for him.

Riorem’s hands clenched on my breasts.

For a moment, he thought that his handprints would leave a dark mark.

He bit down hard on her nipple and areola.

His hot breath poured over my erect nipple, the humid heat enveloping the slimy rum tip.

‘Hmph!’

I jerked my head up reflexively.

My centre collapsed and my back buckled wildly, but the man burying his face in my chest kept me from falling.

Tsk, tsk.

Riorem sucked the flesh of the door into his mouth.

He swallowed so deeply that his cheeks caved in, causing my nipples to swell and I felt an odd sensation.

Soon, hot flesh enveloped the bumps that threatened to burst.

I instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around Riorem’s neck.

“Aaah, aaah… Aah! Aah, aah.”

My whole body shuddered.

Heat from the sensitive spot heated my veins and rose to my heart.

A languid sense of pleasure followed my pulse and spread through my body.

I groaned, holding Riorem deep in my chest.

Stimulated by that alone, I sucked relentlessly on what Riorem had in his mouth.

Pleasure and floatiness enveloped my heart.

A man who doesn’t just relieve my needs on me, but affirms his possession with the fact that I want him.

I want this man to cling to me more desperately.

I want this man to never want to let go of me, to want to be attached to me all day, to want me non-stop.

I want this man to never want to be separated from me, to never want to be from the depths of our bodies.

More than I want him to want me.

Between my pleasure-soaked underwear and the climax that was getting closer and closer, I was wracked with a desire and thirst I’d never had before.

The desire grew stronger and stronger as the pleasure that started at the tip of my nipple ate a bit of my head.

But without finding the right way, I climaxed just the same.

“Ah, ahh …

A languid heat took over my entire body

, starting with a feeling of exaltation that seemed to lift my shoulders.

My whole body shuddered as I clung to Riorem’s neck.

The heat pooling in my lower belly tickled my vagina, but I wasn’t about to ask him to suck

down there, too, because that wouldn’t solve the

problem.

Only after the afterglow had worn off did he and I sort through the letter.

I read it, and he scribbled a reply in his notebook that I copied from.

As I waited for him to finish, my eyes were glued to the bulge in his trousers.

He was being more forceful with me than before, but he wasn’t sticking his dick in me.

In fact, he was more defensive than before.

Maybe that’s why… I wanted more.

I wanted to have that hideous, enormous penis inside me, to be at the mercy of his pleasure.

I wanted it so badly that the right opportunity presented itself.

Teumesia Lavros was cornered.

Despite her efforts over the past few months, word of Riorem’s new slave had leaked out to.

And in the worst way imaginable.

Prince Alpheios had dragged the slave through the corridors of the royal castle, intent on raping her, only to discover that she was sieve.

So Teumesia tried to create a rumour that she was “just a lookalike of the princess”.

Of course, that wouldn’t have worked.

If anything, it might have increased the number of people trying to see if it really was a look-alike or if it was the Princess Peroa herself.

‘But still, it would have been better than travelling in and out of the castle with her.’

Teumesia gritted her teeth.

Rather than hide Chernea in this situation, Riorem would have preferred to show her off.

It was something that not only Teumesia, but all vassals, hoped to avoid.

Of course, Riorem hadn’t formally acknowledged the woman’s identity.

But he was not blind to it.

Those golden eyes, shining like jewels, were proof that she was of the Serpantov imperial family.

Moreover, Prince Alpheios’s reaction was unexpected.

The sight of the blood-crazed madman, too busy wandering the battlefields to be engaged, wooing a woman like a lean man hanging from a sergeant’s chain was enough to send chills down the spine.