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'Fu, ~un, un ~'
Letting go of her tied hands, Ernest ran his fingers down her face and held her jaw. He kissed her already throbbing lips forcefully. His tongue roughly invaded her mouth, despite this, Amber' body was now accustomed to the pleasure Ernest gave her, and she was obedient to his desire.
'Nn ~ah~ fu~'
As he sucked on her tongue, the heat grew between her legs and she began to feel wet as honey poured out of her. Even though her mind still desperately appealed for her to stop Ernest, her body was shamefully accepting of him.
Her hips rocked against him indecently.
Was he aware, during their fierce kiss, of her mounting desire?
He pulled up her dress and caressed her smooth thigh sensually.
'Ahn~' she moaned.
Anticipation grew with the slight stimulation, and her body ached with an indescribable need. She didn't want him to touch her there, but her hips swayed lewdly against him as though inviting him.
Realizing this, Amber held herself still and tried to twist away from him wanting to erase her secret desires.
But Ernest stopped her as his fingers pushed through the elastic of her drawers.
He laughed at her, realizing that she was wet despite her resistance,
'Ah~ please stop it nn~'
She was ashamed, and her face was red with embarrassment. She closed her eyes to escape his knowing gaze. She tried to break away, but Ernest easily stopped her; burying his long fingers into her wet honey pot.
'No!' she cried as her hips bounced against his fingers crawling inside her wet cave.
'Your mind refuses me, but I am happy to note that your body doesn't hate me yet.' Ernest said with a hint of relief and dark pleasure in his voice as he stimulated her honey pot.
'Ahn~, please stop already~' she cried.
It was no work for him to sink Amber, whose body he was very familiar with, into the deep sea of sensuality. He used his fingers to tease the back of the secret bud, and a sweet numbness ran through her body causing her to throw back her head, spreading her dark hair across the bed.
'If you want to reach, you should just let yourself go.' He said with a dark laugh.
There was something dark and distorted in his eyes as he watched her hold back in vain. He quickened the stirring of his finger inside her, as his thumb began to roll and crush the little bud over her petals.
'No~ ahn not…there ahn~'
As his slimy finger teased the secret bud, a sharp pleasure shot through her causing flashes behind her eyes. As he ran his fingers up and down her inner muscles, her brain was suffused with a deep sensuality she could drown in.
With her weaknesses being stimulated at the same time, sweet pleasure dominated her body and mind. But he held her body down with his, it was impossible to arch her back – divert the pleasure elsewhere, she grabbed the sheet with her toes.
'Hnn, oh- oh~ no more' she cried.
Even though her wrists were restrained, her back arched instinctually.
Her honey pot expanded and contracted repeatedly around his finger
'I don't think you would dislike it if I entered you right now.' He said with a hooked smile. She saw him through eyes blurred with tears of pleasure. She could not refute him because at that moment she climaxed.
She would have shaken her head to tell him that was not the case; the desire of the one she loved was never going to be unpleasant to her.
After all, she…she intended to release him from the effects of the love potion (Zuben: Fuck we know this – how many more times are you going to have to tell yourself)
When she finally left the royal palace, she would go to her family's country house and if she became pregnant; she would give birth secretly. (Zuben: Like it is that easy)
It may not be possible for Ernest to marry another person, as he was not good with women. Amber was willing to accept all of him, hoping it would result in a child.
Even though the child may have been conceived in false love, the child would be a testimony of her short-lived happiness. She would raise the childcare as a treasure and cherish it alone. (Zuben: all by myself)
But not at this moment, not while Ernest was feeling brutal betrayal. Even though his negative feelings were caused by the effects of the love potion, Amber was also distressed; neither of them was happy.
With a mind full of dark thoughts, how could she teach her beloved child about happiness while raising him alone? (Zuben: Indeed, how do you tell a kid you were conceived while daddy was angry?)
'Ernest,' she called. She focused her gaze on him and said, 'Please forgive me…'
The effervescent feeling of tears ached in the back of her nose and tears started to fall. But what would crying achieve; she held the tears back as best she could.
They stared at each other in silence for what felt to Amber like an eternity. Ernest had a conflicted look on his face. He rose from her.
Ernest…
Surely, he understood her thoughts. (Zuben: yes, 'cos he's a mind reader)
She felt inwardly relieved.
But then her eardrums picked up the faint noise of clothes being taken off. No word of acceptance or rejection. (Zuben: Are her eyes closed?)
'
Give it up, Amber.' He said quietly. His voice penetrated her tympanic membrane to her heart, making her chest feel painfully tight.
He picked up a soft thigh, and pierced her with his male core; Amber' eyes widened in surprise.