Beneath the Surviving Princess's Joyful Facade - Chapter 36

Gella continued, seething, “After I took them all down, he says, ‘If you’re going to throw them around like that, what’s the point of the daggers?’ So I told him I use them for interrogation.”

She brandished a still-wet dagger as she spoke.

“Two of them were still conscious, so I started with their fingernails, making them clean with this—”

“Hold on,” Eirik interrupted.

Eirik glanced down at Miesa in his arms, concerned the rough story might disturb her. However, seeing her slight smile buried in his chest, he realized his wife wasn’t disturbed by such tales.

“Go on,” he said.

Gella continued, “I just cleaned up their hands and a few teeth. Apparently, they’re from some thief guild. According to Sie Cullen, they were already washed-up rejects.”

“Expendable pawns,” Eirik noted.

“Exactly. They didn’t know much, just promised money. The plan was to abduct me, have their way for a few months, and if I got pregnant, deliver me to the Cladnier mansion.”

“What?” Eirik’s eyes sharpened. He furrowed his brow but continued, “You worked hard. I have a fair idea who’s behind this.”

“Yes, it was tough. My wrist is all torn up. Do I get hazard pay?”

“This isn’t something money can settle.”

“Doesn’t matter. They didn’t have a personal grudge against me. I’ve already enjoyed giving them some payback.”

Though Eirik’s expression remained indifferent, he recalled something he’d heard about Gella. “You’re saving up to buy a blacksmith’s shop in your hometown, right?”

“Yes. My father’s competitor, but he’s a fool.”

“I’ll purchase it for you as personal property. It might take a few weeks, but you’ll have the deed by early next month.”

Gella bowed deeply, grateful, then stood up with a beaming face. “I’ll head back with Sir Cullen. I look a mess.”

“Okay.”

As Gella left, the carriage resumed its journey to the Cladnier mansion.

“Such a crude tactic,” Eirik mused. “They hoped to trap me with scandal if Gella got pregnant.”

Miesa nodded calmly. “By the way, Pointy and Big called Gella your lover.”

Eirik sighed deeply before asking, “Are you feeling alright, dear?”

“Why?”

Eirik asked honestly, “I thought you’d dislike hearing about knife fights and the smell of blood.”

“Oh, that,” Miesa shrugged. “At first, blood terrified me. I was very young then.”

She added nonchalantly, “I used to dream about it at night, but I’m used to it now. Earlier, I was worried I might laugh out loud.”

Eirik frowned, “You’ve seen it often, I assume.”

“I even slept among corpses once. I was twelve then. After that, everyone thought I’d lost my mind, which was easier.”

Her words were astonishing, but her tone of voice as if it was no big deal was very clear.

“About two years ago, the maids started suspecting I was regaining my sanity. By then, there were no more dying people, so I had to invent various acts to keep them convinced. It wasn’t easy.”

Perhaps excited by the lingering scent of blood in the carriage, her speech was unusually long.

“I see,” Eirik said.

“I performed my mad acts well. Those who doubted me quickly shut up. They all fell for it.”

It was hard to imagine what she had gone through and what she had done at such a young age.

If all this was normal for her, why was she afraid of birds, and why did she avoid entering the temple?

After a moment’s hesitation, Eirik asked gently, “Is there still something you dislike or fear?”

Miesa immediately turned her head to look out the window. Sensing her discomfort, Eirik soothed, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

She turned back to him, her face expressionless, as if pondering something. She blinked several times and looked away again.

She remained silent until the meal was finished. But as Eirik reached to ring the bell, she stopped him, “Wait a moment.”

It seemed she had something to say. Eirik looked at her tense expression.

“You know I’m afraid of birds,” she began.

“Yes, you told me.”

Silence again. After a long hesitation, Miesa spoke once more, “I also hate rainy days, especially thunderstorms. And I don’t like talking about my childhood. I don’t want to remember.”

“May I ask why?” Eirik asked softly.

She stared intently at his face.

“Last night, we didn’t completely finish, did we?”

Eirik understood what she was implying.

“This is a big secret, so it requires a significant price.”

After finishing his bath, Eirik carefully washed Miesa’s body. He kissed her all over, and his hot breath on her wet skin made her goosebumps rise.

“Are you cold?”

He quickly dried her body and carried her to the bedroom. On the bed, the kissing continued, sometimes gentle, sometimes urgent. As his mouth explored her body, a strange feeling began to blossom inside her. Although she thought she would be used to it after almost crossing the threshold once before, Miesa was still confused.

“This feels… strange.”

“It’s supposed to feel this way. It’s alright.”

He slowly and steadily heated her body, using his mouth and hands to stimulate her most sensitive areas. After making her body tremble three times, he finally spread her knees and began to enter her slowly.

“How do you feel now? Does it hurt a lot?”

Even though she had been waiting for this moment, Miesa had no time to be happy. Her body had already softened, so the pain wasn’t as intense as she feared, but everything else overwhelmed her. She gritted her teeth to suppress her moans, while his eyes persistently watched her reactions.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

He sighed with concern and stopped several times to kiss her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. But when he started moving his hips, it became impossible to say she was alright. As Miesa clung to him and moaned, he soothed her with words.

“You’re doing well.”

The heat he emitted, the primitive movements they had to coordinate, and the animalistic moans escaping her lips were all too much for her to handle.

Although her eyes were open, she couldn’t see anything. She felt like she was drowning in a flood of sensations, with his calming voice being the only thing she could grasp onto.

“Miesa.”

“Ugh.”

“Just hang in there a little longer. I’ll move slowly.”

His thick manhood slowly entered and withdrew repeatedly. His soothing voice eventually turned into heavy breathing.

In the quiet bedroom, only their breathing could be heard.

By the time Miesa became somewhat accustomed to the thick penis moving inside her, he buried his face in her breasts, biting her nipple and nibbling on it with his teeth.

“Ah!”

Her body, which had been tense from the penetration, started to heat up again. Noticing this, Eirik lifted her knees, exposing her more, and slowly began to press deeper into her.

When his manhood, which she hadn’t yet swallowed when she thought she’d reached its limit, was completely inside her, root and all, Miesa felt as though she might choke on the overwhelming sensation.

Eirik sucked in a ragged breath and began to move his hips slowly up and down. Her pubic mound and entire vulva rubbed against his groin. With her insides completely filled and his coarse pubic hair teasing her swollen clitoris, Miesa involuntarily clenched around him.

Noticing her reaction, Eirik paused and then repeated the same movement slowly. As her wet flesh and his pubic hair rubbed together, her clitoris was stimulated again, and she shivered all over.

Her entire body was throbbing. At the same time, she could not move, like a hunted animal. The new sensation was so overwhelming that she wanted to escape, all she could do was helplessly squeeze around his invading penis.

The sound of wet flesh and pubic hair rubbing together echoed in the room. Eirik seemed to be holding back something, gritting his teeth. Sweat trickled from his forehead onto her abdomen.

“Huh, uh, ugh!”

An invisible heat swirled inside her, shaking her core. As she whimpered, he pulled out almost completely and then thrust back in with a loud slap.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Eirik thrust hard repeatedly while kissing her. His usual gentleness was replaced by a rough passion, and her moans of pleasure were swallowed by his mouth. Now, even the feeling of being overly full wasn’t unpleasant. She was only dizzy from the oncoming waves of climax.