The Queen Who Deserves To Be Tainted - Chapter 11.1

The fact that Elfreda initiated such an intimate act so effortlessly disgusted him. Was such contact even appropriate in their relationship?

“Ah!”

Ejnar grabbed both of her hands at once and raised them above her head.

Surprised, she looked at him with a puzzled face, but he immediately moved his hands downward without offering any special explanation. It was slightly wet but insufficient. This wasn’t good for either of them.

After wetting his other hand in his mouth, Ejnar inserted his long and elegant fingers.

“Uht…!”

Elfreda grimaced at the sensation she was feeling for the first time. Why did her reaction irritate him so much?

A flame of anger surged within him again as Ejnar sneered sarcastically.

“Anyone would think it’s your first time.”

“What… huk!”

“Pretending to be innocent.”

He stirred inside her with disdain. Elfreda’s neck arched, and her waist twisted. Such a reaction to this extent… it seemed she was well-taught back in her homeland. The sound became increasingly squelchy.

Ejnar eventually increased to two fingers.

As the number of fingers grew, the pitch and nature of Elfreda’s sounds strangely changed. When he moved to three, she moaned as if begging with her restrained strained.

“Your Majesty, please…”

“What do you mean, ‘please’?”

He had no intention of being kind to her. Seeing her in distress was both enjoyable and strangely satisfying his sadistic pleasure. Although his patience was waning, he felt he could endure it longer if it meant observing her like this for an extended period.

“Uhng, aht…!”

However, when a different sound escaped Elfreda’s mouth, Ejnar’s patience quickly dissipated, contrary to his earlier thoughts. He quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with himself. Yet, the distinctly different pressure caused a pained moan to escape from Elfreda’s mouth.

“Ah, hu-uht…!”

Elfreda arched her back in pain, and Ejnar, still holding her hands, slowly moved his hips. The sound of her distress changed subtly over time.

Noticing this, he increased his pace.

Elfreda gazed at Ejnar with flushed and unfocused eyes, but he felt no emotional turmoil from her gaze. Even that expression seemed like an act to him. As he pressed on, her expression began to contort. The moans in his ears grew louder, and he increased his speed until he finally let go completely.

“Ha-uh….”

Feeling the warmth inside her, Elfreda closed her eyes with a weary face. Ejnar, who was seemingly tireless, still firmly held her hands, maintaining the original posture without any direct contact with Elfreda’s abdomen.

Despite having shared the deepest intimacy, she felt little connection with him. It was likely due to the minimized physical contact and his cold gaze throughout the act. Thus, despite the physical warmth, Elfreda felt a chill inside.

“….”

Meanwhile, Ejnar noticed a reddened spot on the white sheets, indicating their union. Yet, his expression remained unchanged. Makaeri would have something in mind. They would have prepared the woman who would become its future queen more discreetly.

He soon dressed and left the room.

Elfreda wanted to hold him back but lacked the energy. Shortly after, maids came to clean her body, and she fell asleep as if losing consciousness.

* * *

Marchioness Magnum’s face hardened as she stared at the sheets brought from Elfreda’s bedroom. The mingling of unmistakable signs of a man and a woman were present.

She seized the sheet with tension that her knuckles turned white, then, with a look of disgust, tossed it to a maid.

“Burn it.”

Entering her bedroom, the Marchioness approached the bed. Elfreda lay there, sleeping with a tired face, her beddings impeccably clean as if the earlier events were unimaginable.

Suddenly, the Marchioness’s face contorted with intense anger.

‘How dare that barbarian in the Queen’s bed…!’