My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 141
Yekarna Barrett Villarperosa Lee Enfield had been that kind of woman, so it was no surprise that Regina Heather was no different. They were the same person, after all.
He let out a dry chuckle at her entirely typical decision. He wasn’t sure if he should be glad that she hadn’t changed or if he should resent her. Perhaps it was both.
“So, you won’t do it with me, but you’ll continue to sleep with other men to defeat the devilkins… and I’m supposed to watch that with my own two eyes?”
Regina stayed silent. She had nothing to say, no excuse to give.
“You’re as cruel as ever to me. It’s as if your very existence is meant to torment me, Your Majesty.”
His voice was calm, but when she looked into his eyes, her body stiffened. Those eyes she never wanted to see again, the ones he had when their relationship reached its lowest point…..
His pupils were so dilated that his silver irises looked closer to black. Without warning, he grabbed her chest. Her body, already overheated and starved for stimulation, responded to even this light touch with a jolt of pleasure.
“Huht…!”
“And whose work is this?”
Her n*pples were popping out now, exposed for him to see. Even under her priest’s robe, a little pressure would often make it noticeably erect.
“When I touched you for the first time at the academy, they were modest and tucked neatly away. But now, they’re so eager that they stand out on their own, even before I touch them.”
“Haah, uh…uhng…!”
“Who’s the one that made Your Majesty into someone who arches her back with just a touch?”
“Heuk… Da, Darien…”
“So it was Concubine Nyx. What else did he do?”
She was bound to the bed with mana-suppressing restraints, there was no way for her to resist. The black chains connecting her shackles clattered noisily, but that was all. She had no choice but to endure as he relentlessly teased the sensitive peaks above and below and forced her to spill every humiliating detail of the story.
Valenti continued to touch her without pause while listening to her silently.
“And what about Margrave Linzmeyer and the Chancellor? What did they do to you? Tell me everything, leave nothing out, as if you were giving confession.”
What kind of obscene confession was this? Yet Regina couldn’t refuse.
Between sobs of humiliation and pleasure, she described every affair with them. While experiencing countless small climaxes throughout.
By the time her fluids had become a spring and trickling down her b*tt to soak the sheets beneath her, an intense thirst overcame her. He reached for the bedside table, took a sip of water, and pressed his lips to hers.
Driven by instinct, she clung to him, eagerly drinking from his mouth as their tongues intertwined. She felt the heat of his tip pressing against her entrance.
“No… please don’t…!”
She begged with a hoarse voice.
“Please… Friedy…”
“And if I don’t put it here?”
He had stopped moving as if caught in a time-stopping spell but soon resumed moving, sliding his tip slowly up and down her entrance as though stroking it.
“Do you want me to rub it on your chest like Concubine Nyx? Or on your throat like the Chancellor?”
His tone was gentle, but she sensed he was angry. Still, no matter what, she couldn’t give him the answer he wanted.
“Anywhere… anywhere but there. Do whatever you want.”
“Then I’ll try both and decide. Is that okay, Your Majesty?”
It was as if he was asking if she would regret her choice. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
Taking her silence as consent, he positioned himself above her and slid his shaft between her cleavage. The heat and throbbing veins of his length pressed against her skin, making her heart race.
Grasping her soft, full breasts with both hands, he pressed them together and moved his hips. His rough thrusts caused friction that made her skin burn, yet his eyes remained cold and emotionless as he thrust against her chest.
“It’s soft and pliable, so it’s not bad, but, ha, what should I do? I don’t think I can c*m like this.”
“Ah, uuhng.. huhk…!”
“Your Majesty seems to be enjoying yourself, though. Anyone would think I was f**king you.”
He smirked as he mocked her. Then, as if irritated, he twisted her small, trembling n*pple between his fingers. She was pretty with her flushed face and the moans slipping from her lips. But he was not happy.
Her body was conditioned by the tastes of other men, and had learned pleasures he had never taught her. He wanted to erase it all, to overwrite it entirely if he couldn’t.
He pulled himself free from her chest and moved to the head of the bed and tilted her head back.
“It seems I’ll have to rely on the Chancellor’s favored method, open your mouth.”
His voice was calm, but it was clearly a command.
Despite his authoritative tone, Regina obeyed without resistance. She had already resolved to endure whatever he demanded. She had insisted that she would still sleep with other men while expecting him to maintain his purity.
The least she could do now was comply.
As his hand stroked her long, straight neck, he guided his length into her mouth. Even with her jaw stretched wide, it was a tight fit, leaving no space. Tears welled up in her eyes as his girth filled her completely, pressing into her throat until her breath caught.
His hand gently brushed her face, wiping away her tears with gentleness. Yet his lower body moved roughly. Like they were two separate beings.
As though her mouth and throat were no different from any other part of her body, he thrust deep, but even that didn’t seem to satisfy him.
“It’s warm and wet, so it’s better than your chest, but haa… it’s not enough to make me want to c*m. At this rate, Your Majesty’s throat will give out before I c*m.”
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