Beneath the Surviving Princess's Joyful Facade - Chapter 46

The kiss deepened, and though Miesa’s breath became short, she didn’t turn away. He lost his restraint and let his hands wander. As he pulled open her nightgown, he found that her previously frail body now had soft, tender flesh.

“There’s been progress,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss the once bony area with deliberate slowness.

“Wait, wait,” she gasped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hands freezing as he looked at her in concern.

“You don’t have to… go that far,” she stammered.

“Go that far?” he repeated, confused.

“Don’t worry about it. Big- Dialle must have told the palace everything. They know we consummated our marriage.”

Eirik knew that Dialle had testified to Tilberg, but he also knew it might not be enough. “Even if they didn’t say it properly, we can always send the dirty sheets to the palace. Or better yet,” he added with a playful grin, “we can make one tonight. Just to be sure.”

With that, Eirik pulled Miesa’s nightgown further up, exposing her white, tender skin. He leaned down and kissed her soft breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue until she let out a sweet moan.

“No, wait,” she suddenly cried, flipping over and exposing her back, still bare under the hiked-up nightgown.

“Eirik, this feels weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“Breasts are for babies to suck on, so why do you keep… you’re an adult.”

“Please be clear. Is it strange or do you dislike it?”

Miesa didn’t answer. Eirik suppressed a smile and gently caressed her back. He meant it as a comforting gesture, but the texture beneath his fingers drew his attention.

When he slowly lifted her nightgown, her white shoulders were revealed. Noticing the lack of scars on her upper back but the abundance of lash marks on her lower back, Eirik’s concern deepened. These were not typical battlefield injuries.

As he traced the scars with his fingertips, Miesa lifted her head and asked, “What are you doing?”

“There are fewer scars up top,” he murmured.

“Of course,” she replied matter-of-factly, turning halfway toward him. “You can’t hurt your head. So, I would protect my head with my hands and curl up my body. That way, the whip would hit my lower back more often.”

“……”

Eirik was speechless, horrified by the thought of this small woman curling up to protect herself from lashes. He gently touched the long scars that marred her back.

His anger naturally turned toward the king. Imagining Vermel’s face, Eirik wondered how many ways he would need to slice him to feel satisfied.

“Why?” Miesa asked, sitting up to meet his gaze. She seemed to be gauging his reaction, and then, as if concluding something, her face turned impassive again.

“Do you not want to do it anymore?”

“What?” Eirik was taken aback.

“It seems like it,” she said quietly.

He realized that she might be misinterpreting his reaction. She might think he was repulsed by her scars, but his feelings were the exact opposite.

“No, it’s not that at all. I was just…,” he trailed off, searching for a different explanation. “I was just confused about how far I had kissed.”

“Ah, you kissed up to here,” she pointed to her shoulder blade with a hint of relief in her voice, and then asked playfully, “Are you really going to kiss every part of my body, even the soles of my feet?”

“Probably.”

“You’re strange. Where did you learn about ‘conjugal harmony’?” she laughed.

Relieved, Eirik gently kissed her back, following the lines of her scars. He kissed and licked softly, as if tracing a pattern. Miesa’s breathing grew heavier.

“Hnn… Ah…”

Eirik continued to trail kisses and licks along the scars on Miesa’s back. Each touch of his lips and tongue made her tense and shiver, stirring a growing desire within him.

Is this really okay?

Before meeting Miesa, if someone had told him they were aroused by the sight of scars turning reddish with excitement, he would have dismissed them as insane. But now, her appearance was overwhelmingly alluring. If their relationship were deeper, he might have confessed how breathtaking she looked, more captivating than any painting or sculpture.

However, he knew she wouldn’t understand such words now. So, instead, he rested his forehead on her slender back and whispered his true feelings.

“I really want you right now,” he murmured softly.

“……”

“Will you let me?”

Her head moved slightly in a nod. With her consent, he quickly removed her gown from around her shoulders.

“But, you know,” Miesa began, hesitating as she turned to face him.

“Yes?”

“Can you close the bed curtains?”

“Why?”

“The sunlight is getting brighter…”

Seeing her shy and embarrassed expression, Eirik struggled to suppress a smile and shook his head.

“But Miesa, it’s still a while before sunrise.”

“No, soon the sunlight will be brighter than the candles,” she insisted firmly, her eyes downcast. “Cover it, or I won’t spread my legs.”

“…Alright, alright. I’ll cover it.”

He got up and pulled the curtains shut, dimming the room but leaving enough light to see each other’s outlines.

“There, is that better?”

As he raised an eyebrow, Miesa hesitated but then slowly pulled the blanket off her waist.

“Was it the blanket you wanted to remove? I don’t think that was it exactly.”

Despite her embarrassment, she kept her promise. As she opened her legs, her expression a mix of reluctance and anticipation, Eirik positioned himself between her thighs and gently caressed her now softer, fleshier legs.

“Why are you suddenly so shy?”

“Because this… this conjugal act, it’s more embarrassing than I thought.”

He playfully nuzzled her nose with his. “What part exactly makes you feel that way?”

“…It’s so embarrassing I can’t even explain it,” she mumbled.

But her adorable shyness made him persist.

“Tell me what makes you feel that way.”

“……”

“So I can be careful,” he coaxed gently.

If he learned what embarrassed her, could he really avoid it? He wasn’t sure but continued to thrust her.

“Come on.”

He felt strange, teasing her like this. She had once asked him what a lover is and why it causes one a change of heart. He didn’t dislike the changes in himself.

After hesitating for a while, Miesa finally said, “I keep making strange noises.”

“I like them. Why are they strange?”

“Something strange is coming out of my body too.”

“Where?”

Eirik smiled slightly as he gently touched her vulva. However, he lost his smile and composure when he realized how wet she already was.

“…How long has it been like this?”

“When you sucked on my breasts earlier.”

As Eirik silently explored her with his fingers, Miesa continued, feeling wronged, “Since then, it started feeling hot and wet… ugh.”

Miesa’s words broke off as Eirik’s fingers slipped inside her. Seeing her fall silent, Eirik pushed them further.

“You felt hot? Where?”

“Down there, between my legs…”

Her voice trailed off. But when he raised an eyebrow, she had no choice but to add, “The inside is ticklish. That part—”

“Here?”

When he curved his fingers to scrape against her front wall, Miesa’s body jolted.

“Oh, yes… there.”

“How does it feel when I rub it like this?”

Though the fingers were nice, she wanted something more. Feeling too shy to say it, Miesa hinted. “Now, you should take off your clothes.”

“What happens after I take them off?”

Miesa couldn’t find words to respond, but Eirik smiled, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers.

“I understand.”

With his fingers wet from her juices, he took off his shirt and loosened his trousers. When his fully erect penis sprang free, he admitted awkwardly, “I’ve actually been like this since earlier.”

“……”

“Since you were looking at my face.”

Miesa was speechless. This man had been acting so composed all morning.

However, instead of thrusting in right away, he pressed the tip of his penis against her entrance. Despite Miesa’s growing impatience, he took his time, rubbing the head against her vulva.

Her slick juices made wet, frictional sounds as he moved, and Eirik felt his mouth go dry. He could feel the twitches of her eager pussy through the tip of his shaft.

But he held himself back, waiting for her body to adjust. Miesa’s body was still so delicate and fragile that he feared he might hurt her if he wasn’t careful.

He kissed her lips as he slowly began to push inside. Her warm inner walls welcomed him, sucking him in.

As he slowly pushed all the way in, Miesa’s body stiffened, and she clenched her lower abdomen, tightening around him.

“Ah…!”

The way she seemed to climax just from him entering made Eirik pause, but then he realized why her body was so sensitive. It was because he had been consistently stimulating her for months. Though she seemed overwhelmed, her inner walls were contracting and relaxing on their own.

He pulled back and then thrust in again. His movements lost their caution as Miesa’s moans filled the room.

As he kissed her passionately, their saliva mixed, and below, their fluids mingled, creating lewd, wet sounds.

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