The Abandoned Princess' Secret Bedroom Chapter 13

Chapter 13

 

 

 

Llewelyn's eyes were glassy when she looked at Ernel. Ernel smiled as he met her gaze. His fingers cleverly undid Llewelyn's dress ribbon. Her head felt like it was going to explode with that soft touch alone. She could barely keep her thoughts organized as his hand trailed up her back and he gently placed a kiss on her collarbone. 

 

“Is this your first time?”

 

She blinked at him, barely comprehending his question. 

 

“I was just asking.”

 

She quickly averted her eyes. “No it isn't. It's been a few weeks since…” she trailed off, indicating that she didn't want to elaborate. “But I'm clean.” 

 

He pressed his lips together in silent protest, wanting to press further but he did not. “Me too.” 

 

Llewelyn realized that she was already naked in front of him. The warm, hot sensuality of a man's breath sent shivers rippling across her body. When his hand glided across her bare skin, she trembled in ecstasy.

 

A large hand touched her soft chest. She trembled as his fingers probed the sensitive tip.

 

“Mmm.” 

 

The hoarse moan she was struggling to swallow was much louder than she'd had expected. It was such an ecstatic feeling, just like when she had s*x for the first time. She remembered Almondite hugging her. It was the same when she was with him. But, unlike Ernell, Almondite was not as good at undressing women.

 

I am sleeping with men again…

 

She was being ruled by lust, but she felt a thrilling sense of liberation.

 

“Ha, uhh…”

 

A fluttering tongue licked at her thick, protruding n!pples. Her body heated up even more when he stimulated her by tugging at them with his teeth. 

 

“Oh, please. Please…” Llewelyn pleaded in a vulnerable tone, not knowing what she wanted. Ernell kissed her cheek.

 

“Princess, we'll get you a little more prepared, hm?”

 

Fondly, he gently stroked Llewelyn's cheek. Llewelyn was suddenly made aware of the sheen of sweat covering her entire body, but right now she could care less. 

 

“Ah, uh…”

 

Ernell spread her legs slowly. The sudden gush of air against her heated core was oddly relieving. Ernel gripped her thighs and Llewelyn reflexively tried to close her legs, but he grabbed her knees and forced them apart again. 

 

“Ah!”

 

She didn't think his thick index finger would fit, but her wetness allowed him to easily slip inside her sweet cavern. That alone made her squeal aloud and grip his shoulders… It was dizzying to sleep with a man she barely knew, but here she was, doing such a lewd thing in front of a priest.

 

Fortunately, Asmodeus's stigma did not take away her reason like the first time. But it made her feel more immoral. It would have been better if she had lost her mind completely.

 

A sweet sound emanated from her lips. It was embarrassing, but somehow she felt relieved.

 

“It sounds lovely.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Llewelyn looked up at Ernel. She almost felt embarrassed at how unfazed he looked while she squirmed beneath him. 

 

“Aah… Mmmm…”

 

Her parted lips looked lustful and wanting. When Ernel slid another finger in, her insides struggled to accommodate him. The slight burn disappeared once she adjusted and pleasure took over her senses. 

 

“Princess.”

 

She panted in response. 

 

“The stigma of Asmodeus is not entirely a bad thing. Because of it, I get to see you beautiful like this.”

 

Tears of bliss prickled at the corner of Llewelyn's eyes. He removed his fingers, then lowered himself over her. He kissed her skin, and trailed up her body to her lips. She arched her back in ecstacy at his light touches. The blunt end of something touched the sensitive spot between her legs. Knowing what it was, Llewelyn flinched. He whispered quietly.

 

“I'll do it.”

 

“Ah!”

 

Unlike the careful caressing from before, the man entered her in one movement. The place where they were connected was already glistened with desire.

 

“Oh!”

 

It wasn't painful, but it tingled because she was still unused to this size. She let out a rough breath. This man was used to it. He was never clumsy when holding a woman.

 

“Huh, Patron…”

 

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Llewelyn arched her back. Sweat trickled down her forehead. Knowing that Ernell was watching her closely, her face crumbled.

 

“Call me Ernel.”

 

“Mmm…”

 

She gasped at the kind gesture. The sound came out at the same time that he thrust into her. She gripped the bed sheets.

 

“Ahhh… Ernel.”

 

“… Yes, Llewellyn.” he pressed. 

 

“Ernel, Ernel! Ah, huh!”

 

His steady movements became faster. Sweat trickled down his collarbone. Her protruding breasts gently swayed at his harsh thrusts. 

 

“Aaaah!”

 

She curled her toes and twisted her body. A chilling energy ran through her body. In the end, at the hands of the man, she reached a climax that topped any other she'd had in this lifetime.

 

When they were finished, Ernell took a damp towel and carefully cleaned up Llewelyn's body. Ernell patted Llewelyn's neck. The stigma of Asmodeus had disappeared again.

 

 

“Patron.”

 

“Come in, Arthur.”

 

Arthur, Ernel's servant, entered. He immediately frowned. The room was dark but had an odd, suffocating smell in the air. He knew what this meant.

 

“Please, come as soon as you can… ”

 

“The fortress seemed to be inactive.”

 

“If Sir Aaron of the Holy Land finds out, you'll get a headache again…”

 

Arthur lifted his head and looked at the bed Ernel was lying on. He was astonished. Because there was the figure of a woman cradled in Ernel's arms, her eyes shut and body limp. 

 

Ernell had never once lied next to a woman after intercourse. What? Was the night that satisfying? Or was the woman a great beauty? Arthur's gaze turned to the woman's face.

 

“Wow, Princess…!”

 

Arthur began to pale. Ernell brought his index finger to his lips. It was unclear whether he meant to silence Arthur so Llewelyn would not wake up, or for Arthur to keep the secret. Either way it did not matter. 

 

The languid purple eyes reflecting the flickering candle lights gradually narrowed, almost cruelly. Arthur was terrified.

 

Ignoring that warning wouldn't do him any good. The only reason Arthur had been around so long was because he had grown up with Ernel, and he was quite quick-witted.

 

The Pope's illegitimate son, and an apostate* under the guise of a servant of God. That was Patron Ernel's true identity. His white fingers brushed back his hair, lit by the yellow glow of candlelight.

[*E/N: a person who renounces a religious or political belief or principle]

 

“It looks like our apostates are really out of control. He can't even kill a duke?”

 

 

“I summoned Asmodeus to play a prank on the princess of this country, right?”

 

“What…”

 

“The time has come to show the majesty of God.”

 

Ernel had just given the word to start a brutal massacre under the name of the Holy Land. As a Patron, the only reason he came to Brygent to give a blessing was to give punishment as an apostate. Warlocks here were making big and small accidents.

 

No one would know that the Pope's closest confidant, a Patron, and his illegitimate son had the warlocks under his control.

 

At that moment, Llewelyn stirred a little. Ernel immediately turned his head and spoke kindly, a terrifying contrast to his demeanor merely seconds ago. “Llewelyn, are you awake?”

 

The woman mumbled something neither man could understand and fell asleep again. Ernel laughed. Arthur had goosebumps.

 

“Before that, bring some clothes.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“And a nightgown for the lady.”

 

The man who had just told him to begin a massacre had suddenly asked him to get women's clothes. Arthur was puzzled. Did they know each other? Why was Ernel being so kind to her?

 

  

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