Chapter 8 - “Goodbye, Your Highness.” (19+)
He patted Isabel’s naked back. His action was strong, slightly rough, yet tender at the same time. Isabel leaned onto his body, trying to catch her breath. Her breasts rubbing against his torso made her nipples stiffen. Her body shuddered from the pain she had never experienced before in her life, but she was also dizzy from the simultaneous feeling of ethereal bliss and pleasure.
“Oh? Are you begging for more?”
A guttural laugh slipped from Agares’ throat. Isabel was unaware of the veiled desire in his hoarse voice. He grabbed Isabel’s waist and thighs and thrust his hips upwards. His member pounded roughly into her. She felt as if her abdomen was about to explode. When she hugged her stomach, she could feel the ripples in her vaginal walls with every movement of his penis. At the same time, butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she felt disoriented, as if she was free-falling, driving her crazy. She was out of breath like she was being suffocated. With every inward and outward thrust of his erection, she felt like she was going to die.
It was painful and torturous, but subtle sensations continually pulsed from the tips of her toes and gradually spread throughout her body. The person causing these strange sensations was Agares. Nevertheless, she had no one else to cling to but him.
“Your Highness, I’m going to d-! Hah, save m-! Ah, ah! Ahh, nghh!”
Isabel felt like she was going to go insane from all the intense stimulation she was receiving for the first time in her life. Agares had been holding her by the waist as he pounded into her. While her hands gripped her around her waist, he moved her hips in a circle. Her body slumped as the strength left her body. She was going to melt from the feeling of his erect member rubbing against her cervix.
“You’re, really, hah. You’re delicious.”
His fierce smile formed wrinkles on his beautiful face. His face emanated joy.
Isabel looked down at him through tearful eyes, which obscured and blurred his figure. When she blinked, more tears slipped down her cheeks. She saw Agares smiling brightly at her. He kissed Isabel’s cheek, licking away every tear.
“Your Highness, Your Highness.”
“Now that I think about it, we haven’t kissed yet.” Agares whispered.
His eyes were glazed over, yet they were still so beautiful. The lips that had kissed her body, again and again, were a different shade of red than usual. It was madly erotic. Isabel closed the distance between hers and Agares’ lips. Just like she had dreamed in her dreams, as she had always hoped, his tongue slipped inside her mouth.
Their lips parted for a short while as they struggled to breathe before immediately melding once more as if they couldn’t bear to be apart. They held their breaths, swallowing each other’s moans. Over and over again, their tongues became entangled, fighting for dominance, sucking in the other’s saliva. Relishing in his destruction of her body, Isabel closed her eyes.
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When she opened her eyes again, the sky had turned the deep, blue color of dawn. Heavy eyelids blinked in confusion. The sheets beneath her skin were not the usual texture she was used to. It didn’t feel like the frayed cotton of her bed; it felt rather like warm, human skin. Smooth, hard, yet also soft. Isabel was puzzled and went to stroke it. She felt a soft curve beneath her hands.
The low groan wasn’t hers. It belonged to a voice much lower than hers.
‘What the hell?’
Isabel opened her eyes fully. The first thing that caught her eye was snow-white skin. Yes. It was human skin. Isabel then realized that she was lying on top of someone and that she had used said person’s body as a bed the entire night.
What flustered her even more was that the man she had used as a bed was the man she had been stalking and following for a while. It was the first time she had seen his face from such close proximity. Isabel took a deep breath and held it, covering her mouth with both hands, because she felt like she was probably going to scream. She slowly rose from her position. As she did so, her heart was on tenterhooks for fear that the man would wake up. She bit her lip and swallowed the scream threatening to escape. Her whole body hurt so much as if it would fall apart.