At this, he pushed her down on the bed and pressed himself above her.
"Since this is how you intend to spend the night, this lord will indulge you," he said and she crackled in laughter. His rough pinching of her exposed peaks made her wince slightly.
"You don't seem to understand how this works, Lord Gunt. I am usually on top," she said and he paused, letting her roll out from under him. He lay flat on his back and watched as she straddled his member and started to move. The sudden action made him groan in pleasure.
"Your Ostie, you keep on saying. If this was how much you loved this clan, you would not be betraying them right now," She said as she rode him without care. Watching her peaks bounce around at her rhythmic movement, he reached for it and gave it a soft pinch causing her to moan. He watched as her movement became more rigorous above him.
"You are being watched, oh Lord Ostie. The bride seems very aware that you have frequented this immoral house since you came," she mocked.
"And what can she do about it?"
"Don't be like that; it is your wedding day tomorrow. The bride probably knows who you came to see,"
"Not my business,"
"What a ruthless man, even the bride you do not spare," she pulled a rope from above the bed and made to tie his hands.
"You dare?" he grabbed her brown bottom cheeks and slammed into her to regain control.
"That is not how this works, Lord Gunt. Since you have made known that you are here, you might as well, follow the rules to the end," she tied the rope around the railing on the headboard, quickly wrapped the other side around his neck and tied it in one swift motion.
"Ry Isru, do you wish to die?" he grabbed her neck and started to choke her, his rhythm under her not stopping. Madam Ry let out a smile.
"You don't follow the rules, you don't know what great plans await your wedding," she said and he ground his teeth and released her. He knew it was impossible for her to kill him. The plan will be ruined without the groom.
Seeing that he had let her go, Madam Ry proceeded to tie up both his hands. He groaned as she got off him. She crawled down from the bed and helped take off his trousers. With his inner robe pulled up and loose exposing his chest, the trousers pulled off left him naked.
"Come back here," he could not wait to enter her again, but could not move his hands to force her back.
"Patience," she said as she started tying his legs far apart.
"What are you…"
"Shhh" she hushed him, her movement swift and quick, he found himself in an unconventional position. She returned and straddled his erect member again. At her return, he groaned in pleasure, ignoring the doubts that passed through his mind
"You will need to pick up your bride from the main clan house. Will you be able to move tomorrow, Lord Gunt?" she asked.
"I should ask you that," he said as she laughed. She raised her hand and pulled an odd stick from above the bed and he frowned. His eyes followed the wooden stick oddly shaped like a man's bed snake and saw as she placed it behind her.
"What…" he started to say as he felt something penetrate his hole and pain rushed through his body.
"Ry…" he gritted his teeth, anger and humiliation rushed through his veins, but she continued to penetrate him rhythmically. As she did this, she moved rhythmically above him, watching his every reaction.
"The deal is in place, Lord Gunt. They are already on the clan grounds. Do not worry, the Ostie is not really your clan and this is for your own benefit," she said as she watched his face contort in pain and sometimes fluctuate to pleasure. She felt him struggle beneath her, but this only made her more excited.
"They will be amongst the crowd, but the joint force will enter from the west gate. Your procession will act as a signal to the gates. Worry not, I am only a messenger, but I have passed the message to those needed," she said with a slightly trembling voice. He closed his eyes and threw his head back to hide his pleasure. Even though she still moved above him, the shame of being penetrated caused him to reject this kind of pleasure. He did not want her to see, but her eagle eyes did not miss it the slightest.
"Think of all the people that I have served before you," she said, placing her hand between her legs and rubbing furiously as she moved, "Lords, Elders, Even the clan head, they all spread their legs, don't be shy," her movements were like second nature; one hand behind her as she penetrated his hole in a fast pace, her body continuing to die his hard member and her other hand rubbing between her legs as she shuddered. She heard him groan as she felt him release inside of her. After some time, she stopped and stared down at his angry face with a smile. Tilting to pick up a cup of wine beside the bed, she fed it to him, her amused eyes never leaving his angry once.
"It is good to keep your energy up, we will be here all night," she seemed to purr.