Winter Bud - Chapter 38

“Hngh, haah….”

Nanna lifted her hips slightly, aiming the tip of his cock at her entrance and trying to push it in. He felt the tight squeeze of her inner walls and gripped the woman’s wide hips. Perhaps because her hips were broad, her waist was slim. Slowly running his hand along the graceful line from her waist down to her hips, he grabbed her full breasts.

When he twisted her nipples and then leisurely rolled them between his fingers, Nanna’s face twisted as she began to cry softly.

“Move.”

“Your Majesty.”

“Bounce your ass up and down. You understand what I mean?” he asked.

Nanna shook her head. He couldn’t tell if she didn’t want to know, didn’t want to hear, or if she already knew and simply wanted to refuse. But whatever it was….

“Didn’t the Duke have you ride him? Or is it fine with him but not with me?”

“…Your Majesty.”

Nanna sniffled. He gave the woman another command.

“Move.”

At his low order, the woman, holding back her tears, began to move her hips back and forth as he’d said. He then ordered, “Up and down.” At his words, she really did start moving her hips slightly up and down. He ran his hand down his tense groin, pressing his middle finger to her round clitoris and rubbing gently.

“Ah, mm, ahh!”

Nanna grabbed his large hand, clinging to him, saying no. He calmly removed her hand and began rubbing her clit again. She nearly passed out, trembling in overstimulation. Whether from pleasure or panic, her gasping seemed unsteady.

He thought about how he wanted to part the labia of this woman who feared orgasm with his fingers and suck her clitoris like he did her nipples. He wanted to spread her legs wide, then leisurely lick her groin with his tongue before thoroughly exploring her vulva with his tongue tip. But Nanna, unable to read that desire, was only filled with fear. He grabbed the woman’s hips as she trembled and gently swayed her ass.

Nanna was healthier than Thea. That was the reason she’d been chosen to become his consort. Yet when he stroked her slender waist and felt her fragile bones beneath his palm, she seemed like she could break at any moment. Tear or crush… he felt he could destroy her anytime if he applied force. He watched the woman panting, unable to even consider touching his body.

The woman sometimes disgusted him. The way she avoided his gaze, the way she turned her back in fear whenever they met eyes—it irritated him. Even after becoming his consort and standing beside him, she’d been the same. Even when she smiled faintly with her head lowered, she never dared to raise her eyes to meet his.

The same was true for touching him. Ever since their first night, Nanna had always been uncomfortable with holding or clinging to him. She pretended not to show it, but he knew perfectly well how she looked at him.

Those water-colored eyes, which had once held both reverence and love, had changed slightly now. Holding the woman who awkwardly lifted and lowered her buttocks in that clumsy position, he began to thrust upward.

“Ah, hahk, haa! Mmh, ngh!”

His thick shaft slammed into her tight hole. Nanna lost her balance and spilled over his body. Then, as if disliking being bent forward, she straightened her posture again. He let out a crooked laugh and began to move his hips in small, sharp motions. He ravaged her inner walls mercilessly, savoring the sensation. So… Nanna was soft. Was that why he couldn’t stop?

“Mmh, haa, Your Majesty! Stop, stop!”

To steady herself, Nanna pressed against his abs and shook her head, panting. With her eyes squeezed shut, moaning like a small cat, she trembled. He finally couldn’t hold himself back and wrapped his arms around her back. She collapsed weakly against him, sobbing softly.

“Ah, Your Majesty, no, please, I don’t want this.”

The woman shaking her head looked almost comical. He stroked Nanna’s smooth back, her face buried against his chest thick with muscle. Then he grabbed her peach-like buttocks tightly. The firm, soft feeling in his hands was pleasant. Nanna twisted to pull away from him, her face contorted.

“Haah, ah!”

Pressing down tightly on the waist of the woman who had slightly lifted her buttocks, he began to thrust rapidly into her.  Nanna trembled between her thighs, rubbing her breasts unconsciously against his chest. Her head spun as her vision flickered between darkness and light.

Her ragged breath rattled in her chest. With her mouth slightly open, she looked down at the man. Their clouded eyes tangled messily. Her toes curled as she felt her vagina being torn apart. There was no pain anymore. Only pleasure, gnawing through her body entirely.

“Ugh, ah, ah, ah! I hate it! Ah, Your Majesty! Ngh, hah!”

A beastly cry tore from her throat. The man, moving his hips wildly, thrust deep. Until the moment she reached climax, Nanna panted in fear.

“Hh, ngh, ah, haa….”

His body heated and cooled rapidly, like molten metal. The Emperor slowly rose, holding her limp, exhausted body in his arms. As Nanna squirmed to escape him, the Emperor pressed her back down, pinning her tightly. Nanna looked at him with confused eyes.

“Your Majesty?”

“One more time.”

“What?”

“It’s not over yet.”

The rough whisper brushed against her ear. Nanna blinked in shock. He told her to move again. To wrap her arms around him and move her hips while facing him. She shook her head, but the Emperor didn’t let her go. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked down at his still-erect length. He didn’t look human. Yes, Orestes was like a beast.

***

“So, you’re saying this child might be my brother?”

“….”

“He looks a lot like his mother.”

Thea looked at the baby who crawled across the floor, trying to lift his round body. The baby, with a rubber pacifier in his mouth, glanced at her and wiggled, pushing off the floor with his maple-leaf-like hands. He was adorable. His soft silver hair and round, water-colored eyes sparkled like a noblewoman’s jewels.

Sitting at her vanity, Thea stood and approached the baby crawling on the floor like a small puppy. Wasn’t there supposed to be a daughter above him? She had, unfortunately, died in an accident. Thea frowned slightly as she thought of the Crown Prince and the First Princess, who never obeyed her.

She’d known it wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected such defiance. Still, the Crown Prince, being a boy strictly taught in etiquette, never disrespected her. The First Princess, however, was a little different.

“He really is like a puppy.”

“He still can’t walk properly yet….”

“I used to raise a puppy like this when I was young.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Thea turned toward the woman who had answered passively. It was the head maid of the palace. She looked older than her age. Her expression was so solemn that no matter what she said, it carried an air of gravity. Though her position allowed for richer, more ornate clothing, she only ever wore dark-colored dresses.

Her chestnut hair was neatly braided and twisted low, with only a translucent veil hanging from the hairpin. Thea stared blankly at the unfamiliar face before turning her gaze away. Thinking that this was her sibling left her feeling strangely confused.

Still, unlike those rude children her husband had fathered, she didn’t feel any dislike. She carefully lifted the infant, a clueless little thing like a newborn puppy. The child nestled into her arms without a fuss. Holding the round little bundle like this, it truly felt as if she were holding the puppy she used to carry around as a child.

“He’s a gentle baby.”

“He is.”

“I heard Father wants this child.”

Thea adjusted the child in her arms as she spoke. Rising, she walked slowly around the parlor in thought. The Everhardt family had no heir. Originally, it had been decided that if she were to bear children, one of them would be chosen as the successor. But Thea, unfortunately, was barren. She had been infertile from birth. She’d sensed it since her sickly childhood, but when she found herself unable to conceive even once despite countless nights in bed, it drove her nearly mad.