Please Don’t Let Go Of That Leash - Chapter 4 - Royal Banquet (Part 8)
Chapter 4 – Royal Banquet (Part 8)
A smile naturally formed on his lips. Something different from satisfaction filled his chest, and Cherta pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. Her voice calling his name sounded wonderful. At this moment, he felt like he had the world.
Then, there was a knock on the door. Annoyed by the interruption, he turned his head, but the words he heard next made him relax and sigh softly.
“Your Highness, I’ve brought the antidote you requested.”
“…Wait.”
Tch. Clicking his tongue, he pulled his fingers out. Feeling empty, Ria looked at him, and he gave her a brief kiss on the cheek before getting up.
“Just a moment.”
He lowered all the canopies to cover the bed and approached the door. When he opened it slightly, he saw the imperial physician holding a tray with a small medicine bottle. The physician bowed his head and spoke.
“It took some time because we weren’t sure of the exact type of aphr*disiac used.”
“What are the effects?”
“It depends on the amount ingested, but if a large quantity was consumed, it will take some time for the antidote to start working.”
“There are no side effects, right?”
“Yes. You need not worry about that. Once the antidote starts working, drowsiness will set in.”
“Understood. You may go.”
Taking the medicine bottle, Cherta turned back, the physician bowing deeper before leaving.
‘It’s better to give it to her now.’
He closed the door and returned to the bed, thinking that. As he pulled back the canopy, an unexpected sight greeted him.
“Ah, ohh…”
Driven more by instinct than reason due to the aphr*disiac, Ria was moving her fingers inside herself. But it was nothing compared to the thickness of his three fingers, making her feel even more desperate.
“Hngh, Cherta…”
Hearing his name and seeing her moving hand, Cherta felt the last thread of his sanity snap. His aching lower half also expressed its frustration.
“You’re really driving me crazy.”
Climbing onto the bed, he held back from immediately thrusting his c*ck into her, etching her self-pleasuring sight into his mind.
But soon, he couldn’t hold back any longer and undid his uniform pants. His enraged c*ck, huge and menacing, sprang out, twitching against his abdomen.
Stroking it a few times, Cherta opened the medicine bottle, took the l*quid into his mouth, and immediately kissed Ria, transferring the l*quid to her.
After she drank it all, he thoroughly explored her soft flesh, removing her fingers and positioning himself between her legs.
“Haah.”
Breaking the kiss, he wiped their slick lips with his thumb, then rubbed his hot flesh against her reddened entrance.
“Uh, quickly.”
Ria reached out, pleading. Cherta clasped her hand, interlocking their fingers, and thrust his c*ck deep inside her in one go.
“Ahn…!”
His fingers were thick, but they were nothing compared to this. He stretched her tight, filling her completely, pressing his blunt tip against the deepest part.
“Ugh, it’s so tight.”
Her walls gripped him tightly. The overwhelming sensation made him feel like losing his mind, so he took a few breaths, soothing her tense body by caressing her waist.
Soon, the tightness eased. Cherta took that chance to withdraw to the tip, then thrust deeply to the base, beginning to pump.
“Ahh, oh, ah! Ah!”
W*t sounds filled the room. With each rough thrust, her red, slick insides clung to him as he pulled out.
Cherta turned her over, raising her hips, gripping her waist, and thrust back in. He was satisfied seeing his c*ck sliding in and out of her.
“Even now, you’re drenching me. How much more will you leak? Hm?”
“Ahh, there, yes…”
“Here?”
“Huh, uh!”
Ria couldn’t comprehend his words, gripping the sheets tightly, only moaning.
‘How much aphr*disiac did he give her?’
Watching her reaction, Cherta cursed inwardly. Given her response, it must have been more than half a champagne glass worth. It was likely a tasteless aphr*disiac, so she wouldn’t have noticed.
The thought of that bastard almost seeing her like this sickened him.
As he resolved not to spare Omur, Ria’s whimpering turned into a cry.
“Ah, it hurts!”
He must have gripped her waist too tightly in his anger. Quickly releasing his grip, he saw vivid red marks.
“Sorry for hurting you.”
Lowering his head, he licked the red marks.
“Hng!”
The problem was that his actions felt like a stimulus.
Her body trembled and tightened around him. Cherta resumed moving his hips, leaning down, and grasping her soft br*asts, kneading them and teasing her n*pples between his fingers.
“Ah…!”
The sudden stimulus made Ria shiver and turn to him. He immediately met her lips.
“Mmh, hmm…”
Their tongues intertwined, and Ria’s tears rolled down her cheeks, seeping into their kiss. Cherta deepened the kiss, as if to claim even her tears.
Their tongues finally parted, leaving a trail of saliva. Gazing at his retreating red tongue, Ria looked up to meet Cherta’s intense golden eyes filled with deep desire.
A chill ran down her spine.
Locking their eyes, he thrust his c*ck harder. Each powerful thrust made her tender body slide back, hitting her deepest spot. His movements quickened, then suddenly stopped with a final, deep thrust.
“Ah…!”
Her walls tightened around him, squeezing out her fl*ids as he filled her with his hot essence. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Ria’s body trembled. Cherta slowly moved his hips a couple more times, feeling her convulsing walls.
“Haah.”
He exhaled a relaxed breath. Turning her to face him, he pressed their foreheads together.
“Ria, Ria.”
He kept repeating her name, planting kisses from her tear-streaked eyes to her nose, and finally her lips. Lifting his head, he tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered softly.
“I want more of you.”
The deep possessiveness in his eyes only grew stronger.
After that, it was natural for Cherta to relentlessly press Ria without a break. He kept changing their positions to find the spots where Ria felt the most and concentrated on tormenting her there.
“Haa… Ria.”
“Ugh, too, deep… Ugh, ah!”
It wouldn’t be strange to say that Cherta, not Ria, was the one under the influence of the aphr*disiac, his m*mber remained rigidly erect despite having cl*maxed several times.
“Huh, ah, Cherta.”
Ria clung to Cherta’s neck. He stood up while holding her and pressed her against the wall, leaving her unable to escape and forcing her to cling only to him. The thin, seductive moans and breaths in his ear caused his m*mber to swell even more.
“Hoo…, if you keep stimulating me like that, we’ll never finish.”
“Ah, that’s, ugh, that’s not it…, hng!”
Her hair tickled his shoulder and neck. Cherta kissed her soft pink hair and thrust his hips roughly. His muscular arms, with bulging veins, held her firmly without any unease despite the intense movements.
“Ng, hng…”
When Ria lifted her head from his shoulder, Cherta immediately collided their lips. She accepted his frequent kisses naturally, a result of their frenzied intimacy.
As he pressed his blunt tip against her c*rvix and paused his thrusts, a warm sensation spread inside her again. Her juice gushed out in response.
“Ugh.”
Cherta, having persistently poured out his seed and ground his hips as if smearing it on her inner walls, pulled his lips away. He adjusted their positions to ensure she wouldn’t fall, soothed her breathing, and laid her back on the bed.
As he slowly withdrew his m*mber, the white s*men filled inside from their multiple rounds extended between his tip and her entrance. The lewd sight made sparks fly in Cherta’s eyes again.
He naturally rubbed his still erect m*mber, glistening with s*men and juice, against her v*lva again. He still wanted to embrace her more. Even seeing her filled with his seed wasn’t enough. But as Ria’s eyes gradually closed in sleepiness, he had no choice but to stop.
‘It seems the antidote is finally working.’
He had heard that sleep would follow once the antidote took effect. Ignoring his still-aroused m*mber, he gently stroked her cheek.
“Good night, Ria.”
With his tender voice, Ria fell into sleep. As Cherta tucked her hair behind her ear, it gradually turned back to its original deep black color from the ends. The effect of the magic potion had also ended.
Lying beside her, he pulled the blanket over her up to her neck and gently combed her shiny, abundant hair from the middle to the ends. Her silky black hair tickled his fingers and his heart.
“Ria.”
He softly called her name. The pronunciation rolled on his tongue with delight.
He then carefully took her left hand in his. Her hand was much smaller and thinner than his, fragile as if it might break with a little force.
Watching her hand with a slightly curious look for a while, he brought her fourth finger to his mouth and lightly bit the knuckle closest to her hand. The faint bite mark resembled a ring, making him smile with satisfaction like a well-fed beast.
“How fascinating.”
Yes, it was truly fascinating.
The dryness and fatigue in his eyes from being buried in paperwork every day were washed away. His mind became perfectly clear.
Cherta unknowingly showed a bright smile. His wait had not been in vain.
The reason he publicly stated his desire for a ‘romantic marriage like his parents’ was half true and half false. He was waiting for a romance and marriage with only one person.