Aria slowly opened her eyes, sensing someone's gaze as she slept. Startled, she found Mikhail beside her, watching her in silence.
"Y-Your Majesty?" she stammered.
Mikhail remained wordless and continued to fix his gaze upon her.
"What brings you here at this hour? Is there a problem?" she inquired once more.
However, to her surprise, he suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace. "I missed you so much, and I can't hold back anymore," he whispered.
"I... I missed you too, but you're the one who's been ignoring me these past few days," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Because I'm jealous," he confessed, releasing her from the hug. "I couldn't accept that you married my bastard brother."
"But I only married him to protect him and the empire from Gilmesh. He was being manipulated, and I couldn't let him do as he pleased, bringing harm to our empire. But in the end, I still failed," she admitted, lowering her head.
"Tsk. If only I hadn't fallen from the cliff and been captured by Firenzan, none of this would have happened to you. My blood still boils with anger every time I remember what Gilmesh did to you," he clenched his fists. "I'm sorry for failing to protect you."
"Don't say that," she cupped his face. "You're the one who saved me when I was condemned to die. Without you, I would have perished. Thank you for coming to my rescue," she hugged him.
"You have no idea how terrified I was when I saw you heading towards the guillotine. I thought I'd lose you for real. I was so afraid, and I didn't know what I would do if you died," he admitted.
It was indeed Mikhail, the person she saw in the crowd during the attempted execution.
She felt his hands trembling at the mere thought of her death.
"I was afraid I would end up killing everyone if you were gone," he whispered.
"But I'm here, alive," she reassured him.
He held her tightly. "I love you so much."
She looked into his eyes, noticing tears. She wiped them away and kissed his cheek. "I love you more."
He smiled and kissed her on the lips.
Their kisses deepened, brimming with intense feelings and desire as he gently guided her onto the bed.
"I've been restraining myself for over a year," he confessed. "I've longed for your lips, your touch..." His kisses trailed down to her neck. "Your entire body..."
"A-Ahhh.." she moaned as he caressed her breast.
"And your moan.." he began to removed her nightgown.
Her moans became louder when he licked and sucked her down there in her private part. And it looks more erotic when she saw him staring at her while doing it, giving her more pleasure.
"M-Mikhail... A-Aaahhh!" she couldn't help but to pull his hair.
This is too intense, his tongue is so soft yet so fast.
"T-There...y-yes! A-Aaahhh!" She closed her eyes, gasping for breath.
She came...
Mikhail licked his lips and unzipped his pants. Her eyes widened to see his thing. Why it looks bigger now than before?
She moaned louder again when he inserted it and moves faster.
"A-Ahhh.. K-Kaye!" he moaned.
The room was filled with their moans. They longed for each other's touch and presence, craving it deeply.
He's going deeper, driving her insane. Mikhail was different compared to others when it comes in bed. He kissed her neck passionately as he moved faster, and then he gently bit her, leaving a mark on it. Then grabbed her other breast, caressing it while sucking the nipples of her other breast.
"A-Ahhh! Hnghh!" She hugged him tighter as she felt herself nearing climax.
Mikhail gripped the headboard firmly, he was on the verge of climax as well. He quickened his pace, and when he finally reached his peak, he unintentionally shattered the headboard.
They were both panting. He gently kissed her forehead. "I love you so much, Kaye," he whispered.
"I love you more, Mikhail," she responded. He hugged her tightly, and they both drifted into sleep.
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The servants observed them with puzzled expressions as Aria's face turned crimson with embarrassment. Mikhail had been holding her since earlier, not wanting to let go. Aria, although flattered, started to feel uncomfortable while sipping her tea on Mikhail's lap.
"M-Mikhail, you can let go of me now. I won't go anywhere," she gently implored.
"I don't want to," he murmured in a low voice, burying his face in her neck.
"But the servants are watching us," she whispered.
"Just let them think whatever they want; I'm not letting you go," he insisted.
Aria stole a glance at William, who had a stern expression. Waaahhh!!! This is embarrassing!
"Master!" Hachi suddenly appeared, carrying a basket of berries. "Look, Xerxes brought me berries!" he said, his eyes sparkling.
"That looks delicious," Aria replied, trying to divert the attention.
Hachi glanced at Mikhail. "Why is he hugging you like that? Is he ill?"
"N-No, Hachi... He's just..." Aria struggled to explain the situation to the innocent Hachi.
"Can't you tell? We love each other, that's why we're like this," Mikhail chimed in with a grin.
"Ah, right! I used to hug Master when I was a kid!" Hachi recalled.
"But yours is different. Aria and I love each other intimately," Mikhail added with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"But Master loves me too!" Hachi protested.
"She only thinks of you as a pet," Mikhail teased.
"T-That's a lie! Grrr... Don't touch my master! I should be the one hugging her!" Hachi declared.
The two continued to bicker, their argument adding to the already chaotic and embarrassing atmosphere.
Come on, I'm the one who's more stressed here.
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The wedding day of Maximilian and Aria had finally arrived. Surviving nobles from Firenzan attended the ceremony, and the expressions on the faces of Aria's consorts and Mikhail couldn't be adequately described as they watched the couple at the altar. The guests sitting beside them appeared pale as her consorts and Mikhail exuded an aura that made it seem like they were on the verge of skinning someone alive.
"I may now pronounce you husband and wife," said the priest.
The newlyweds kissed each other, and the guests erupted in applause. A grand banquet was hosted at the imperial palace, and while the newlyweds entertained the guests, Aria's consorts and the emperor sat at the same table, wearing serious expressions.
"I hope he will be the last one," Rasheen mumbled.
"I can't stand looking at him," Claudius muttered.
"I am starting to feel upset now," they heard Napoleon speak from the other table.
Mikhail rolled his eyes, trying to contain his irritation. He truly wanted to slice Maximilian in half.
Minister Perez approached him. "Greetings to the sun of our empire, Your Majesty," he bowed.
"What do you want now? I'm not in the mood," Mikhail said without looking at him.
"Well, I am just happy that the empress is having a happy married life. This signifies the potential for an expanded lineage of the imperial family, more children, a stronger foundation," Minister Perez commented.
Mikhail quipped, "And so? What is your underlying message?"
"I'm just trying to say, Your Majesty, that you should consider finding your own empress. You need to marry and produce offspring that will inherit the throne in the future," the minister explained.
Mikhail smirked confidently. "Don't worry, I've already chosen the woman I intend to marry."
"R-Really?" Minister Perez's eyes widened in surprise.
Mikhail maintained a calm smile. "Yes, the empress."
The guests overheard his statement, causing them all to momentarily pause, their eyes fixed on him.
"T-The empress? Hehe, Your Majesty, you certainly have a sense of humor," Minister Perez chuckled nervously, wiping his brow.
"Who said I'm joking?" Mikhail declared with a stern expression. "I love the empress, and I will marry her soon," he announced.
The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, and a heavy silence enveloped the room as no one dared to speak.
Aria heard everything and covered her face, overcome with embarrassment. Waahhh! Why did he suddenly announce it?
She had just gotten married, and now she was about to marry again.
I promise he will be the last!