He tickled her slender waist and gripped her swaying chest in a suggestive way, then bowed his head deep to s*ck at her n*pple and pressed into her parting lips, ravaging the roof of her mouth with his tongue.

Of course, Iberis had not been still either. Trembling and convulsing at the sensation of his member thrusting roughly inside her, she raked her nails across the man’s shoulders.

She bit into the smooth skin where droplets of blood beaded. She sucked and sucked, greedily taking that blood.

She did not forget to leave raking marks across his strong back, firm as a wild horse.

She pulled his beautifully undone face toward her and stared at him with relentless intensity, and did not hesitate to clench and bite down on the opening that held his member.

Kaian was exquisitely good.

The entrance and inner walls, melted sticky and loose by his tongue, sucked greedily at the column of flesh.

“Haa, ha!”

Unable to hold back her ragged breaths any longer, she seized the tangled golden threads swaying before her eyes. Looking at that sculptured face without a single flaw, a deep surge of violence rose within her.

In place of that impulse, Iberis clenched hard below once more. She felt the stimulated head twitch and throb inside her.

“You like what I have, don’t you?”

“I told you to shut up and thr*st, and yet, again.”

“Is that not precisely why you bite me so sweetly, haa.”

This one, really. She glared at him steadily, and the fearless man smiled and withdrew his member before driving it back up hard.

His member, which had never thr*st roughly before, buried itself deep inside, and Iberis’s face contorted.

It was devastatingly sharp. Even the deepest place inside, somewhere that should not have been reached, was stimulated, and it felt as though her womb itself rang with it.

Hah. She gasped at the pleasure that traveled all the way to her n*pples, and his long fingers caressed her white chest with gentle ease.

He traced circles without hurting her, then seized her hard all at once, as though taken by sudden whim.

“Haa, I will make you feel even better.”

What a thing to say. Kaian was particularly fond of her chest. No matter what else he was caressing, he always returned to her br*asts.

“Mmm.”

She tensed her jaw as her body convulsed in response, and the column of flesh holding her open below thr*st in again, soft and heavy. The man driving his hips with powerful force showed no sign of tiring even as blue dawn had already arrived.

Slap, splatter.

A wet, squelching sound rang out noisily from the slowly thrusting entrance. Her opening, melted like chocolate, clung and worked against the column that had widened its path.

Ugh, ngh, ugh. Iberis shuddered as broken m*ans escaped her. Kaian gripped the ends of her sweat-damp hair. Each time the deeply buried member withdrew and thr*st back in, her body swayed in an obscene rhythm.

Her chest especially.

“……!”

“……”

Even in the midst of being stimulated, Iberis laughed in disbelief when she realized where the man’s curved, smiling gaze had fixed itself.

“How dare you, use me as something to feast your eyes on?”

She had known her swaying chest would captivate the man, but seeing it so plainly laid out before her drew laughter rather than anger.

The fearless assassin who had asked to be taken as her lover drove hard inside her.

“When you are this beautiful, what else can I do?”

“You have a way with words, hah!”

“It saddens me that you will not let yourself make proper sounds.”

“Ugh, mm, yes, there, haa, ngh!”

“Your Majesty’s lower opening is dreadfully soft and clenches so deliciously.”

“Ha, ugh.”

“Unlike your mouth, is it not honest?”

Mmm. Her s*x convulsed and clenched around the column of flesh once more, the way it might to sever it.

The sight of Kaian’s throat moving obscenely at the sensation of the sticky inner walls clinging to him was plainly visible.

“Hm, ngh.”

“You, cunning thing.”

“Ha, Your, Majesty.”

“Let us see, this time, whether you go first.”

“Like, that……”

Obscenely so.

Her opening fluttered, and Iberis finally tore the sheet she had been gripping in her fist. She felt she would leave serious marks on the man before her if she did not.

She had been wondering what kind of impulse this was, but this time, before she could go herself, the man with his column buried inside her went first.

“……Ngh!”

How lovely that was.

Iberis, who had been watching him directly, understood fully what it meant to enjoy the sight of someone.

Along with the slick release that poured inside her all at once, her own inner walls, heated to acute sensitivity, shuddered and surged.

Her body tensed with the cl*max that rose simultaneously, and she spent, and then opened her eyes.

“Haa, haa.”

“You look like you feel very, very good.”

“That is my line.”

Kaian, who never conceded defeat, smiled smoothly. He reached out and stroked her flushed cheek with surprising gentleness.

He had a face as fine as a doll’s, yet a stubbornness knotted just as firmly as Lionel’s, and still he looked at her like that.

With a gaze that seemed full of sincerity, as though he would never be angry with her for the rest of his life.

She felt her heart waver. A feeling spread through her that once would not have to be enough. It was a different feeling from Lionel, which had begun with guilt.

‘The one I saved.’

And the one who had come back and saved her.

Perhaps the thread of a bond that could not be severed had already been tangled between them. Even without the curse, had she not been concerned about him. Had she not tried to find him some way to survive.

Before she could give the order, her s*x was parted and his member, standing hot and hard, pressed inside. The entry was more forceful than before.

“Your Majesty.”

The one who dared to take hold of the back of her head kissed her deeply. Slap, splatter, thr*st, thr*st. Her body was raised up with him still inside her. She was now seated atop the man’s thighs, solid as rock.

She shuddered at the sensation of his member pressing in heavier and deeper than before, and Kaian, rocking his hips quickly, smiled with an obscene edge.

There were tears gathered at the corners of the man’s eyes.

Sway, sway. Within her wavering vision, he whispered.

“Don’t hold back, Your Majesty.”

He caressed her lips so she could not keep them closed. He did not thr*st his fingers roughly inside her. But the pleading touch, as though begging her to please open her mouth, was quite pitiful.

“Your Majesty.”

Her resolve weakened. But.

“I am well aware that your loyal knight is standing outside.”

Her eyes narrowed. Along with her ragged breathing, her body was driven up roughly from below, in a posture that looked ready to climb a horse.

Slap, slap!

The sound of skin meeting skin, the way a spanking might sound, was obscene and loud. At the voice that stirred something she had momentarily forgotten, her lower belly clenched hard.

‘Right, Sirak.’

That guileless and loyal one was standing outside.

Not many people had ever occupied a place in Iberis’s heart, yet why was it that the man before her, who was clearly scheming to claim one of those places, looked cunning and yet was not hateful?

Because she had already grown somewhat attached?

“Pleasure and joy are not things that can be hidden, are they?”

Or was it because of those submissive eyes that seemed to say he would not mind giving even his own life?

In this moment, their bodies intertwined, was it because of the desperate emotion from the other person that she could not help but feel?

Or was it because of the satisfaction given by the male’s intense member, thrusting deep and driving up inside her?

“Ha, ngh!”

She dug her nails into Kaian’s shoulder, the way one might out of jealousy. She could have snapped that fine neck of his right then and there, and she could have bitten that mouth that had dared to cross a line and mention Sirak without knowing its place.

“Ha, ugh, I, beris, Your Majesty, ah.”

It was all that face’s fault.

In a way that felt different from the first memory she had thought she could never forget, Kaian’s time was leaving its mark on Iberis’s soul.

The sensation of his long, straight member, the gaze that watched her reactions while pounding relentlessly against every inch of her inner walls, the stubborn persistence of fingers that clung to her br*asts and seemed never to want to leave, and above all.

‘What a fox.’

That needlessly gleaming face.

“You will need to take good care of that face of yours going forward. Haa, do you understand?”

“Ha, hoo, thank you, for finding me lovely.”

“Hm, ngh, mmm!”

“Then I may rock harder, I take it, Your Majesty.”

“Ha, ngh, ugh.”

“Faster, more relentlessly, I will spend three more times.”

And so, until the blue dawn became full morning, she clenched her opening in a thoroughly indecent stretch of time, the way one might spend it with a lover brimming with vitality.

* * *

Eyelids that had been sunk in deep sleep stirred. Iberis realized she had fallen asleep the way one faints, and the corners of her lips twitched. Then, in that instant, something wet and sweet touched her lips. What was this?

“Are you awake?”

She looked ahead and saw Kaian holding a silver tray of fruit preserved in honey.

He approached naturally and pressed a piece of fruit to Iberis’s lips. The chewy, yielding texture sent a tingling sweetness to the tip of her tongue.

“You, you little.”

The rough words that came out on their own were because of what the man had done at the end.

He had actually lifted Iberis with himself still inside her and gone all the way to the door where Sirak was standing guard outside, and thr*st into her and rocked her there.

He would already have been standing his post while hearing every sound that carried from within. Thinking of the sounds that must have reached the steadfast knight captain’s ears with perfect clarity, her temper flared.

A certain degree of jealousy had its charming side, but when it crossed that line.