Beneath the Surviving Princess's Joyful Facade - Chapter 133

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Eirik tightly held her body, which was trying desperately to escape, and began sucking on her breast, making a sound.

“Ah, ah…!”

He bit down on her nipple, teasing it as he lifted the hem of her dress and pulled down her undergarments, feeling the dampness inside. When Eirik glanced up at Miesa, her face had turned a deep shade of red.

“I-I mean…” she stammered, trying to catch her breath, as if to explain herself.

Eirik, however, found the ties of her petticoat under her dress and yanked it off. He then pulled her towards him and laid her down on the bed.

Miesa disliked anything that constrained her body, so even after becoming queen, she avoided cumbersome corsets and petticoats. As a result, when Eirik removed her petticoat, only a single, soft dress remained. When he stripped off her underwear, she lay there with her dress gathered at her waist, exposing her breasts and pale legs, panting heavily.

Eirik placed her legs together over one of his shoulders, then loosened his belt and lowered his trousers. His manhood, already erect, gleamed with pre-cum.

Instead of penetrating her, he slid his member between her pressed-together thighs. Her still-thin thighs didn’t fully close, so he crossed her pale knees until his shaft was enveloped by her flesh.

He held one of her legs with one hand, supporting her hips with the other, and slid himself along her wet folds. The slickness of her arousal clung to his member.

“Hng…!”

After a few thrusts, he lowered her hips. When he rubbed his moist manhood against her mound, Miesa flinched and clutched the nearby blanket tightly. Seeing this, Eirik moved his hand down, parting her folds with his fingers. Miesa’s eyes widened even more.

Eirik resumed his movements, his shaft brushing against her sensitive clitoris with each thrust, causing her to squirm.

“Ah, uh, hnng! Ah!”

After a few more thrusts, his previously slick shaft began to dry. Eirik lowered his hand, inserting his fingers into her, scooping out the moisture as if he were digging it out from her inner walls, causing her to tremble. Although he noticed, he pretended not to, spreading her wetness over her mound before continuing.

Miesa, shaking uncontrollably, grasped his arm. “Please, below… below…”

“Is this where you mean?”

He stopped moving, lowering his hand to fill her entrance. The emptiness inside her was evident as her entrance clenched tightly around his fingers, eliciting a moan from her.

With the front stimulated by the friction and below aroused by his fingers, Miesa’s body released even more moisture. Her reddened nipples trembled with each of his movements.

Just as the squelching sounds were about to subside, he once again spread her wetness all over her clitoris, his relentless movements causing Miesa to cry out as she reached her climax, her body stiffening.

“Ah, ah, aaah…!”

Eirik waited for her to ride out her orgasm before withdrawing his fingers from her entrance. He then tried to remove her dress, but finding her disheveled state appealing, he simply flipped her over.

As he pulled her closer to his thighs, where he knelt, her pale buttocks were exposed, now soaked between them. Eirik positioned himself and entered her.

“W-wait, just a moment…”

As he grasped and kneaded her round buttocks, his manhood sank into her. He leisurely resumed his thrusting.

“Are you… crazy too?”

Late at night, Miesa panted, her voice hoarse, asking the question that had been on her mind. She simply couldn’t understand. Just moments ago, he had made her grip his shaft with her hand, his hand covering hers, spilling his seed onto her body repeatedly.

“Everyone has their own quirks. Most just hide them well.”

He lazily stroked her body. As he briefly contemplated whether to wipe the sticky traces from her pale skin, he decided it wasn’t necessary. After all, her body would hardly stay clean until morning.

When Eirik moved back over her, Miesa, alarmed, tried to stop him.

“No, wait…”

“Wait? Your Majesty, we even paused for dinner earlier.”

“You’re so shameless. How could you?”

How composed his voice had been when he covered the disheveled sheets and her with the bed curtains and summoned the attendants to bring in their meal. The fact that this same person had whispered incomprehensible things to her as soon as they left was beyond belief.

But the most astonishing thing was the utter impossibility of her becoming pregnant. Despite rolling around for so long that the bed sheets were left in disarray, it was clear that there was no chance of conception. Among all the bewildering things he had done today, this was the most surprising.

“I thought I knew my husband, at least a little.”

“Don’t think about running away. You’re the one who encouraged this, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t you dare blame me. I think you’ve always been a little strange.”

After all, it was he who had explained each of the risqué jokes she didn’t understand, revealing meanings she hadn’t even imagined lay within her own body.

The more he explained, the more she listened to his detailed accounts and observed the changes in his body, the more her face flushed. The way he teased her with a smile afterwards made his usual composed demeanor seem like an act.

“You’re deceiving everyone,” she accused.

“Oh dear, what shall I do?”

Biting gently on her earlobe, he whispered, “Now that you know my secret, we’re in this together.”

He licked her swollen ear and began to explain in a low voice what its shape reminded him of. “You also have a small, cute bump like this between your legs.”

“……”

“Ah, it’s much larger now since it’s so swollen.”

“……”

“I thought it might hurt if I applied too much pressure, given how sensitive you are. But it turns out, you release even more juice under strong stimulation.”

Miesa, rendered speechless, kept her mouth tightly shut. When she remained silent, Eirik laughed quietly.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I was just going over the laws in my mind, wondering how what you just said could possibly be allowed.”

He burst into loud laughter. But when she turned to slip away, he began to bite her nape like a predator seizing its prey. Miesa, shivering and writhing, pleaded with him.

“I think… I think it’s enough now. I’ve confirmed everything I wanted.”

“No, no. A big secret comes with a big price, doesn’t it? Weren’t those your own words, Your Majesty?”

Miesa’s eyes widened as she stared at him, but he only smiled mischievously and kissed her eyelids.

For a brief moment, she was reassured by the gentle kiss, but then she felt the familiar, intense sensation stirring deep within her once more, making her eyes shut tightly.

“I just… can’t believe it.”

In truth, neither could he. Eirik stroked her disheveled hair as he thought.

At first, he had only intended to surprise her, to give her what she desired. But her reactions were so endearing and adorable that things had escalated. Of course, he hadn’t disliked any of it.

In fact, he had relished it. There was even a strange sense of liberation. Though Eirik had always thought his sexual desires weren’t excessive, perhaps he had been wrong.

The only reason he was able to muster the last bit of self-control and refrain from crossing the final line was that it was still too early to consider having an heir, given that the situation with the nobles had not been fully assessed. He was also cautious because he was unsure about Miesa’s physical condition.

Eirik admired her tightly shut eyes, trembling like a small animal, and kissed her temple. Then, he began licking the marks he had left on her nape once more.

It wasn’t until Miesa flailed her hands in surprise that he regretfully covered her body with a blanket.

At dawn, Miesa woke up to find that Eirik was not beside her. Startled, she sat up, only to see Eirik sitting on the sofa, gazing at her.

“Your Majesty. You’re awake,” he said.

“What are you doing over there?”

Instead of answering, Eirik rose and approached the bed, staring at her face quietly.

“Shall I bathe you?” he offered.

He had already bathed himself, but there was still a bitter scent lingering around him.

“Did you drink?” she asked.

“No, I smoked. The smell must still be there.”

Eirik stood up and removed his robe, then went to the wardrobe to find a new one, which he draped over himself before returning. But Miesa, sitting on the bed, tilted her head. She remembered how Vermel would occasionally smoke cigars, but this scent felt distinctly different.

“The smell is… quite unusual.”

“I’ll bathe again,” Eirik said as he stood, but she grabbed his hand.

“I need to bathe too.”

“I’ll bathe first and then bathe Your Majesty after my body is clean.”

Miesa hesitated for a moment, recalling something he had whispered the previous night. Seeing her pause, Eirik chuckled softly, reached out as if to touch her, then withdrew his hand, heading to the bathroom to rid himself of the lingering scent of smoke.

A little later, Eirik returned with damp hair and lifted Miesa into his arms, carrying her to the bathroom. As she submerged in the warm water, a moan of relief escaped her lips.