Your Majesty, I Want You - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Water (1)

How long had the time past?

Aran opened her eyes wide. The warm water cooled off during the amount of time she slept. But the cold was strangely unfeeling.

Later on, she realized that a hot body temperature was tightly wrapped around her body from behind. A big band gently covered her mouth, which was about to scream in surprise.

“It’s me.”

It was a voice she grew far too familiar with. Aran looked back slowly. Enoch smiled as their eyes met.

Aran couldn’t keep up. She expected that he’d visit her sooner or later, but not like this, not so suddenly… and in a bathroom no less.

She had never dreamed that they would commit to salacious acts in the bathroom.

“When did you get here…?” Aran asked, hiding her surprise.

“Not too long ago. You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Did you…?” Aran replies slowly, pretending to act natural as she tried to free herself from the man holding her tightly around the waist.

When she managed to pull his arms away, Enoch pulled her back in and roamed his hand around her belly, waist, and thighs.

“You’ve gained weight in the last few days.”

“…What?”

“You must’ve been comfortable while I was away.”

The hands of Enoch wandering around her waist moved upwards and grabbed her pillowy marshmallows which gently fluttered in the water.

“This here seems to have grown bigger, too.”

A voice mingled with laughter could be heard right next to her ear. He nibbed in her ear. Aran, who wasn’t ready yet, was frightened, her body stiffening.

“You won’t ask what I’ve been doing?” said Enoch, tone full of sadness.

“…How have you been?” Aran asked reluctantly.

The large hands touching her legs and other parts of her troubled Aran, but she decided to endure it. In broad daylight, this was tolerable if not for what had occurred in her office.

“I went to visit a certain marquis.”

“Is it Marquis Bjorn?” Aran asked back in surprise at the unexpected information.

“Yes.”

“Why… what…!”

Enoch’s elegant but calloused fingers grazed over her nipple. The stubborn nipple hardened and stood up.

“You didn’t disapprove of him, so I went and gave him some advice.”

It was true that she was having a difficult time with Marquis Bjorn, but she never expressed her thoughts out loud. How did he learn of this?

“Every time you look at him, you frown a little,” Enoch replied as if he had read Aran’s thoughts.

“That’s… too much… for… a… simple marquis…nngh…!”

Suddenly, his hand dug between her thigh and he inserted a finger inside her fleshy garden without warning. At the sudden act, Aran swallowed her breath and frowned.

“Don’t… ha… tell me… you’re… here to…”

The tearful Aran looked back. Her heart sank when she saw the eyes of the Grand Duke burning with desire.

“If you don’t like it, slap me in the face. I’m willing to accept that much.”

One more finger clung to her coiled flesh, immediately tightening.

Instead of saliva, the water helped facilitate the sudden invasion. His hot finger stabbed her deepest parts with obvious intentions. Aran trembled with fright. She was prepared to have a relationship with him since the Bloody Wedding, but she never dreamed that they’d do it in the bathroom.

A finger hastily pressed down her sexual zone.

“Huguuuh…”

As she groaned, Enoch squeezed her pillowy mounds and sucked her nape and slender shoulders hard.

It was an unusual hasty move from Enoch who’d usually take the time to persistently harass her until she heated up to the point of no return.

Before Aran was ready, he slid his fingers out and lifted her body so her fleshy entrance sat on top of Enoch’s manhood.

“No… wait… hold on… ahh…!”

As she struggled, Enoch’s hand grabbed her knees and spread her legs wider. A hot, thick rod rushed inside her flower, the water swirling around.

Aran was unable to make a sound under the pressure of the water and opened her lips wide. It was more difficult to take Enoch’s manhood in since it had been a while.

“Ah… it… hurts…!”

Aran complained of pain, but Enoch continued. Finally, his manhood poked her deepest parts.

“Ha… alright.” a sigh of contentment rang out in Aran’s ear.

Then, Enoch immediately began to lift her waist. The water splashed, in line with his movement.

“No… not yet… don’t move!”

“Just hold on a little, Your Majesty.”

She couldn’t feel any calm composure in his voice.

“No…”

Aran’s body was turned around so she was facing him. It wasn’t easy to resist his intentions for Enoch had easily handled her.

He lifted Aran from the waist up and lowered her down, her coiled flesh devouring his shaft. It wasn’t fast because they were in the water, but when her flower ate his manhood, a surprised pleasurable moan came out and her insides immediately tightened.

Enoch uttered an incomprehensible curse and quickly thrust his waist forward.

“Uguuuh!”