“I summoned you here and bit into you and drank your blood straightaway, yet you feel no fear?”

Squeeze. The nape of his neck, gripped firmly, pulsed with a thud, thud of his veins. Even so, Kaian smiled with easy composure. His gaze was fixed solely on Iberis.

“Not at all.”

“Even with your heart beating this fast?”

“That is because……”

Kaian lightly ran his tongue over his lips and looked up at her with eyes that had grown soft and liquid.

“I am looking forward to it.”

At that face, strange and ripe like a blooming rose, the dragon bloodline that loved gleaming and beautiful things stirred and seethed within her.

The clever, fox-like man who knew well the moment she was captivated by a face tickled the small hand gripping him roughly. He spread her fingers open and pressed his lips to them. He rolled only his eyes upward to look at her.

As though asking her not to be angry.

“You have given me my life back, so I earnestly hope you will use me as you please. Tonight I will serve Your Majesty wholly and completely.”

She could not help but smile.

She could feel precisely that he meant it, and warmth ran to her fingertips.

“You sound like some pitiful offering laid upon an altar.”

“Did I not ask to be Your Majesty’s lover? Then please, enjoy me willingly.”

The way he stretched himself out, fully aware of his own fine looks, was not bad at all. Iberis pulled one corner of her lips upward and watched without intervening as the fearless man climbed onto her bed without hesitation.

The thin, semi-translucent gown needed only its ties undone to fall open on both sides and lay bare the white and lovely body beneath.

The hand that slid in and parted her full, pale thighs was slender and long, and its shape was pleasing to the eye.

It was hard to believe those same hands had been stained with blood countless times.

“Your Majesty.”

That hand came to rest on her knee.

“May I dare to touch Your Majesty? May I work hard to bring you pleasure?”

It was something that had to be done regardless. There was no need to ask permission, yet the respectful manner was quite welcome.

Iberis, who had been clenching her teeth against the violent impulses the curse sent rising through her, permitted the touch of the one who seemed to be gently soothing her, asking her not to be angry.

When she gave a nod, the man spread his hand over her flushed knee and rubbed her skin softly. He stroked in slow circles and drew his fingers down toward the sensitive hollow behind her knee.

It was less like a caress and more like the touch of someone working out a knotted muscle.

“Hmm.”

It is entirely different from Lionel’s touch. Yet her body, which had come to know pleasure, felt a hot rush of it at the hand pressing into the intimate hollow behind her knee.

“Soft and warm. I wonder what the inside of your thigh is like.”

His eyes curved into a smile, and his gaze bore down on her with quiet persistence.

Iberis leaned her back against the bed and lifted her leg, as though daring him to try further. She rested her foot on the man’s thigh, firm and solid as a horse’s.

In that instant, she could see him bite his red lips in what looked like distress at losing his hold on the knee he had been caressing, and Iberis narrowed her eyes and laughed.

She was curious how long he could keep up that composure. The tip of her foot grazed, just barely, the swollen and taut bulge straining inside his trousers. Right side, she noted.

Kaian let out a pained sound, yet smiled prettily even though an *rection that stiff must have been uncomfortable. In place of the knee he had lost, he cradled her ankle with care. He tickled it in slow circles with his fingertips, then traveled up along the top of her foot where delicate veins traced their lines beneath the skin.

“Haa.”

“How does this feel?”

“Mm, not bad.”

“Your Majesty’s skin is so very white.”

“Ha.”

“It feels wonderful. Like it might melt right off my hands. Just from touching it……”

He wrapped one hand around her slender ankle, then drifted slowly upward in reverse along her smooth and tender calf.

Their eyes met.

“……”

“……”

“What, does it feel like your c*ck is about to burst?”

“……”

Kaian did not answer. He answered with action instead. He took hold of one of the emperor’s legs and lifted it slowly upward.

The gown fell open. Her smooth s*x, bare beneath with nothing underneath, was laid fully bare before Kaian’s eyes.

“……”

“……”

A moment of silence. Iberis laughed as she took in the sound of his ragged breathing without missing a beat.

She glanced down and saw that the member straining to split his trousers had grown even larger.

Compared to Lionel’s formidable member, it was somewhat less thick, but the length was quite impressive. Enough to thr*st deep inside…

“Mm, your feet are lovely as well.”

“Mm……”

“There is not a single part of you that is not soft.”

“Useless things to say.”

Those rose-red lips chattered on about something else, as though his own *rection were no concern of his.

Iberis furrowed her brow slightly, but let the tension drain from her body, watching to see how far he would go.

“Haa.”

The man, having practically draped her ankle over his shoulder, rubbed his lips against her calf in small pecking motions, like a bird tapping its beak.

“I mean it.”

“……”

Peck, peck. Soft, rather endearing sounds rang out. When the hot, yielding membrane of his mouth made contact with her skin, Iberis felt a flinching heat stir within the parted cleft of her s*x.

Ha, d*mn it all.

A wave of sensation she could barely contain was nibbling at her, slowly and stealthily, the way it had the night before.

“Kaian.”

“……Yes.”

“Kaian!”

When she called his name with urgency, the man smiled gently and stroked her in a soothing manner, as though to say there was still plenty of time.

As Kaian leaned his body toward her, her legs spread a little further apart.

The twitching opening clenched and fluttered in a thoroughly indecent way. The gap where slick arousal was beginning to seep through must have been plainly visible, yet Kaian’s amber eyes rippled with a calm, swaying light.

S*ck, slick.

The lips that dared to mouth at the inside of the emperor’s thigh in that suggestive way were deeply red. Like rose petals bruised and leaving their mark, traces of saliva remained in a line.

Pleasure swelled alongside the red marks his lips sucked into her skin as he crept closer, like a snail inching its way inward.

“You, Kaian.”

But surely the emperor could not stoop to giving such a base command, daring to tell him to go deeper, faster, to push inside.

“Ngh, wait.”

This one dares to toy with me. Iberis bit her lip in agitation and clutched the sheets.

Otherwise she felt she might grab that gleaming hair and yank it hard.

But when that handsome face pressed deeper, sucking at her thigh bit by bit, she reached her limit.

Iberis’s eyes blazed with sharp light.

“You.”

The feeling of his smooth hair brushing the inside of her leg was an itch she could not bear. The opening of the highborn woman who had come to know the pleasure of taking something hot inside her began to open and close with hungry flutters.

F*ck, a foul curse surged up to her throat.

In the end, Iberis could not master her own hands and seized the beautiful man by the hair.

“Hurry.”

“……”

“Huu.”

Gleaming golden threads wound and tangled around her fingers. The man who had been licking and sucking at her soft skin rolled his eyes up conspicuously to look at Iberis.

“……”

“……”

He seemed to be waiting.

For the moment when the sovereign would willingly put a shameful word, a humiliating command, upon her own lips.

“Do it properly.”

As expected, the man smiled.

“Do what properly?”

“You, on purpose.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“Ngh!”

“Your Majesty?”

He whispered the words while deliberately breathing out, and that warm breath touched her in her most intimate place. Iberis clenched her teeth against her own body’s convulsive response.

Ah. It itched and it burned. Her opening throbbed. Her lower belly trembled in small, rapid spasms. She knew the pleasure of having something thr*st inside her.

“Do it. You know what I mean. Or do you dare to be waiting for me to say something shameful?”

“Haa, how could I ever dare.”

He seemed to flatten himself submissively, knowing his place, yet it was plain he could not help himself, so thoroughly was he enjoying this moment.

“How could that be?”

“……Ngh!”

He truly was a fox. Those insolent lips, nibbling and picking away, drew closer to her inner flesh.

“Hm……”

Kaian, who had been sucking persistently at the inside of her thigh, whispered from between Iberis’s thighs.

“You smell wonderful.”

That cannot be.

“So much of this delicious liquid……”

Flick. The tip of his extended tongue grazed her soft outer folds. Iberis convulsed without a sound and clutched the sheets hard enough to tear them. Her thighs snapped shut around the man’s face caught between them, and he let out a low laugh.

“May I s*ck?”

“……”

“May I drink?”

“……”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

Ah, d*mn it all.

“D*mn you! You dare to have me in the palm of your hand.”

“……Hm.”

Her heel struck the man’s back with a thud.

“What are you laughing at!”

The well-shaped lips that had been whispering against her s*x like a gentle autumn breeze latched on to that intimate place.

“Why, because Your Majesty has responded to me.”

“Mmm.”

“How could I not laugh?”

The sensation of those lips pressing close and moving against her, as though breaking into laughter, was vivid and distinct. Kaian, who had whispered willingly and quietly, began to move in earnest.

“……Ngh!”

“I am not teasing.”

“Ha.”

“I am simply, happy.”

He was entirely different from Lionel, who had been rough and forceful in a way that felt like retaliation. The two men differed so completely in the sensations they gave that comparison was inevitable.

“Hah, ngh.”

Kaian drew slowly and persistently along the parted cleft, then deliberately made a wet, savoring sound, the way one might taste something.

Then he bowed his head deeper once more and parted her s*x with his tongue.

He pressed straight into the vivid red inner flesh that had been dripping slick arousal even while closed. He moved through her with a tongue as gentle and soft as his manner of speaking.