Your Majesty, I Want You - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: You’re Mine, Your Majesty (1)

Hugging her completely exhausted body, Enoch looked at her with eyes full of greed. He shuddered, releasing his white fluids inside her. The white fluids mingled with saliva and soaked Aran’s bottoms.

Enoch opened the door thereafter.

Frightened, Aran searched the bedroom in a hurry. There was no one. Only then did she realize that he was playing with her. At the same time, as the tension eased, a sense of shame surged in.

Enoch slowly pulled himself out, looking at her face stained with anger and shame.

“Are you going to slap me again?”

Aran didn’t answer. Her clumsy anger would only entertain him further.

Enoch walked all the way to her bed, keeping her hold and making sure she not slip from his grip.

A fluffy sheet touched her back. The sheets got wet but there was no one who cared.

Enoch climbed onto her. She tried to get up, but he pressed her shoulders down to keep her from moving.

“Stop…”

Aran shook her head.

He stroked her pale face with his big hand. The touch at first glance was friendly.

“You must reward the servant for his service.”

“…I’ll give you what you want… so hurry up and leave…”

“I want you,” Enoch smiled, slowly spreading her legs.

Aran’s eyes widened and she tried to close her legs back, but it was futile. Enoch’s strength was greater than hers.

“Stop…”

“Your Majesty, all you can offer to me is this body. You’re mine, Your Majesty.”

Before Aran could reply, a large swelling meat entered her roots. The sensitive inner walls spat out moist wetness and coiled around his shaft in full.

“Ah!”

Aran unknowingly dug her nails on Enoch’s back. Enoch didn’t care even though her sharp nails hurt. His manhood repeatedly devoured her and all Aran could do was writhe under his arms.

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Aran had washed herself earlier and already she’d been ruined by Enoch’s white fluids. He embraced her with all his might and enjoyed himself to the fullest. Her sticky body felt unpleasant.

Aran turned her head towards the table, ignoring the persistent stroking of his manhood.

“?”

There was nothing on the table. She blinked her eyes. She was sure that she put Clared’s letter there.

“Are you looking for Clared’s letter?” Enoch asked, pressing down on the nipple which rose with excitement.

Aran bit her lip and nodded.

“I threw it into the fireplace.”

“What? Why?” asked Aran in a restless voice.

Instead of answering, Enoch took his hand off her and rose from the bead.

“He said he’d visit the Imperial Palace sooner or later.”

“You won’t be able to meet,” Enoch replied.

The sound of water pouring into the empty glass echoed and Aran felt a great thirst when she heard the noise.

Enoch returned to bed with a glass of water, but she didn’t have the slightest strength to lift her hand. Enoch was aware of it and didn’t bother to hand over the glass. Instead, he supported Aran’s back, raised her upper body, and pressed the tip of the glass on her lips.

The water, apparently preheated, was moderately cooled, neither too cold nor too hot. Aran carefully stuck out her lips and drank the water, but she couldn’t swallow properly and most of the water spilled.

“You’re cute,” Enoch said.

Enoch smiled, drank a glass of water, and kissed Aran’s mouth.

The water from Enoch’s mouth came through her lips. Aran gently swallowed the water he handed her. After repeating the action several times, her thirst had been quenched.

Aran looked up at Enoch with wet eyes as she demanded an explanation. Enoch looked at her cold face and light-green eyes. Her eyes glowed as if the disgrace from before was nothing. Her ever-consistent stubbornness was something he loved but sometimes it got annoying, like now.

“He’s an influential nobleman. If I don’t persuade him, people against my will become aggressive,” Aran said.

“And how will you persuade him?”

You’re helpless. It was as if Enoch looked at her with those silent words in mind. Aran bit her lips.

“…But I can’t let go of the chance. Clared’s a sweet guy, so if I tell him, I’m sure he’ll understand. I’m sure he’ll help me out.”

Aran’s voice grew smaller and smaller. She knew how stupid her words sounded. Clared Changeback was a great lord defending the southern border before he was her childhood friend.

But Enoch was right. She had nothing to offer him.

“If you knew how he looked at you, you’d have no desire to meet him.”

Enoch smiled and caressed Aran’s cheek with his long fingers.

Aran didn’t understand a word he said and blinked blankly.