Please Don’t Let Go Of That Leash - Chapter 4 - Royal Banquet (Part 10)
Chapter 4 – Royal Banquet (Part 10)
Through the thick canopy, a small ray of sunlight slipped through and fell on the two figures lying on the bed. Ria, stirring slightly, sought the warmth of the other person to nestle into their arms.
It had become a habit for her, as she had never slept alone since coming here.
‘My body feels heavy.’
Today, her whole body felt as heavy as if it were soaked in water. It was like her entire body lacked strength, even her eyelids felt too heavy to open.
Because of that, it took Ria a long time to finally open her eyes. As her eyelids lifted, her eyelashes fluttered as if to prove how hard it was to open her eyes.
Blinking slowly a few times to clear her hazy vision, Ria saw a broad, muscular man’s chest right in front of her.
‘…?’
Confused by the situation, she lowered her gaze slightly, then quickly looked up again as she saw the expanse of bare skin under the blanket. She saw red hair.
Then, memories of the previous night flashed through her mind. From the banquet, her body burning from the aphr*disiac, and Cherta’s…
‘I want to touch you. Let me touch you, Ria.’
Ria’s face flushed bright red.
‘Even if I was under the influence of an aphr*disiac, how could I allow that so easily! Stupid girl!’
Scolding herself inwardly, she looked around. The unfamiliar golden canopy and ceiling made her realize she was in an unknown place.
Carefully, she moved the arm wrapped around her waist and, with great effort, shifted her heavy body, reaching for the tightly drawn canopy.
“Kyah!”
Before she could grab the canopy, her body was pulled back, and strong arms wrapped around her waist. Once again, she saw the well-defined chest she had seen earlier.
“Where are you going?”
A low, sleepy voice sounded above her head. Looking up, she saw Cherta, his face relaxed as if he had just woken up, looking at her.
“Uh?”
Cherta, leaving a brief kiss on her forehead, asked again. His voice was so tender that it rendered her speechless. When there was no reply, Cherta pulled her closer, stroking her back softly.
“Let’s sleep a little more.”
The words snapped Ria back to reality, and she wriggled her arms to push against Cherta’s chest. Although slightly frowning at being rejected, he let go of her waist as she wished.
Ria quickly moved back. There was now a space between them that had been tightly closed off. It was still a short distance where she could reach out and touch him, but he didn’t like that they were apart.
Whether she knew it or not, Ria addressed him with a more formal tone.
“Uh… Your Highness.”
Cherta’s eyebrows twitched in displeasure. She had called his name while crying last night, so why was she calling him ‘Your Highness’ now? Was the happy, lazy morning just a dream?
“Cherta.”
“…Pardon?”
“You kept calling my name yesterday. Even before you fell asleep.”
“Did I…?”
As she feigned ignorance, Cherta sat up, pushing back his hair and resting his chin on his raised knee. Ria stared at him, momentarily lost in thought at his well-sculpted figure.
“Yes. While asking me to take you, while I was taking you, and even when you reached your cl*max…”
“I-I think I remember!”
But that was short-lived, as she quickly shot up and covered his mouth with her hands to stop him from detailing the events of the previous night. Her sudden movement brought her face close to his, and he gave her a charming smile. Not intending to waste the opportunity, his hands slowly moved to her waist.
Unaware, Ria was still oblivious, not realizing she was kneeling n*ked in front of him.
Cherta, looking up at her from his lower position, slowly licked her palm.
“…!”
Ria quickly pulled her hands away in surprise, trying to move back, but she was already firmly in his grasp. Cherta lowered his head, resting his chin between her ample br*asts.
“Really? If you can’t remember, I can help you remember.”
He looked up at her with foxy eyes. Ria fought to keep her mind clear.
“Let’s talk, let’s talk!”
“Talk? About what?”
“Y-Yes.”
“What kind of talk? The kind I think…”
The view flipped in an instant. Cherta pinned her to the bed and climbed on top.
“Like this.”
Blinking in shock, Ria inadvertently looked down and quickly shut her eyes. The blanket covering his lower half had slipped off, revealing his morning ar*usal.
Her face turned red again as she recalled last night’s events. Over her head, she heard Cherta chuckling. He could see exactly what she was thinking.
“Ria.”
When his laughter stopped, he lowered his head and nuzzled her shoulder like a spoiled child. Ria instinctively petted his head before realizing what she was doing and quickly withdrew her hand. It was a reflexive action.
But Cherta caught her hand and placed it back on his head, asking her to continue. After a moment’s hesitation, Ria gently stroked his hair.
Sighing contentedly, Cherta wished time would stop right here. His mind was filled with the greedy desires he had indulged in all night.
Lying down, he gathered her hands in one of his and gently pulled them toward him, while with the other hand, he grabbed her pelvis and thrust roughly. The area around their w*t junction was already drenched with her fl*ids and his s*men.
His dark red m*mber, emerging to the gl*ns and then plunging back to the root, seemed seamless, as if they were one body.
‘I can’t stop it with my c*ck, it’s leaking so much.
‘Haa, ah! More, ugh.’
‘You keep whining for more even when I give you so much seed, it comes out with everything I fill you with. Hmm?’
‘Ugh, Cherta, ah, it’s too, big….’
‘Ria, you swallow me so well.’
His c*ck, swelling inside as if it would burst, scraped her inner walls, thrusting to the deepest part. His thick s*men overflowed inside.
After catching his breath, he moved the hand on her pelvis to gently rub her lower abdomen, feeling his c*ck inside her, pressing out slightly.
‘You don’t know what I’m hoping for right now.’
Inside her, it would be filled with the s*men he had planted. A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as he fixated on her lower belly.
He hoped that the contraceptive shot he had received would have no effect. Even though he knew it was unlikely, and that she would dislike it, and that it was a despicable thought, he hoped. That she would bear his child.
More precisely, that she would remain by his side forever.
‘Haa, Cherta…….’
His eyes, heavy with uncontrollable desire, softened with affection when Ria called his name. Yes, there was still plenty of time. Besides, it was still early. He couldn’t rush things.
Suppressing his desire, he gently rubbed his c*ck against her inner walls again with a tender smile. Having her by his side was enough.
‘Ugh…….’
‘So beautiful, Ria.’
But today, he wished the moment her hand stroked his hair would last forever. The desire from the previous day surged again. He hadn’t realized he was such a greedy person. He thought he had consumed all of Ria’s being throughout the night, but still, it was not enough.
As he pondered deeply with his eyes closed, feeling her touch, Ria called him.
“Your Highness.”
“Cherta.”
“Ah, Cherta.”
“Yes.”
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, nodding for her to speak.
“I think I should return now…….”
“Stay here.”
“But.”
She shifted her gaze. Perhaps feeling awkward and wanted to escape from spending the night together, but he had no intention of letting her go.
“I’m as much a part of the myth as the Duke of Astina or the Duke of Carlisle, why not me?”
She was involved with them because of the myth, and she accepted them due to the myth’s influence. He had the same qualifications. What was the problem?
“Or do you not like me? If there is something lacking or unsatisfactory, tell me. I will fix it immediately.”
He acted as if he would do anything she said, seemingly sincere. Ria, seeing his blind devotion just like the three men, fell into thought for a moment.
Her body and heart naturally felt comfort and ease with him. She was sure of the feeling she had already experienced three times. It meant that unconsciously, she already saw Cherta as someone she would accept, just like with Eden.
She suddenly thought about how deep and intense the mythological connection from the invitation was. However, Ria soon shook her head.
‘…No, I don’t care about myths anymore.
She refused to be led around. Just as she did with Eden, ultimately, she chose them of her own will. She would decide this time too with her own judgment and will.
‘Oath of Obedience.’
Ria hadn’t thought of it in a long time. She thought the affection they gave her, even though they took this oath, had long surpassed that of the myth. So if she accepted Cherta, she would choose him.
But she hesitated to tell him. After all, he was the crown prince! She had long forgotten that Rune and Eden, who had taken the oath of submission, were also powerful figures equivalent to royalty.