The Queen Who Deserves To Be Tainted - Chapter 18.1

As Ejnar entangled his tongue forcefully with Elfreda’s, she found it nearly impossible to breathe properly.

As she struggled to catch her breath, she barely managed to clutch at his clothes.

A faint moan was followed by the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and soon he was close to Elfreda. The brief contact made it clear to Ejnar that no further foreplay was needed, and he smiled silently.

“Aht…!”

Ejnar firmly lifted and held Elfreda by her waist as he entered her.

The height difference and the wall behind her meant that she felt the full impact of his thrusts. With a strained expression, she received him, inadvertently wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning forward, though he seemed unconcerned.

“Hah… huhp!”

Elfreda reflexively made a sound as she clung to his neck, then quickly shut her mouth upon realizing their surroundings. The fear that someone might hear and come made her desperately try to cover her mouth.

However, Ejnar, seeming amused by her actions, quietly commanded her to her ear.

“Let go.”

“Uht, but…!”

“There’s a way.”

His voice sounded affectionately persuasive, and Elfreda hesitated before finally letting go of her hand.

“Ung… Uhp!”

At that moment, he kissed her.

While their lips met continuously, the sensations below and the moaning in her throat didn’t cease. However, everything was consumed through the Ejnar’s lips. Elfreda felt breathless from the intense pressure and accepted the impact that crushed her.

At some point, he wrapped her legs around his waist, seemingly annoyed by it. Elfreda looked at him with surprise, but he appeared indifferent. The contact between their entwined legs grew tighter.

Feeling embarrassed by the position, she eventually closed her eyes.

Nonetheless, it soon became clear that this was a simplistic thought. Once her vision was blocked, all her other senses heightened. The sticky contact seemed relentless, and the sensation of Ejnar’s forceful move in and out intensified.

The blatant sensations overwhelmed her, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

It felt as if she was being consumed by him.

Suddenly, Ejnar’s movements quickened. Elfreda sensed the impending end, wrapped in the irony of relief and regret. She was glad that everything would end without anyone coming in, but she feared that he might simply fix his clothes and leave her behind without a second thought.

Yet, if she had to choose, her regret was greater. Unwittingly, Elfreda whimpered, but he didn’t hesitate and surged forward.

“Hah…”

Overwhelmed by the climax, she collapsed weakly into Ejnar’s arms. In the sacred audience chamber, where just moments ago an envoy from Makaeri had been, the fact that they had mingled bodies was so shocking and scandalous that her mind went blank.

In contrast, Ejnar seemed remarkably composed and securely held Elfreda. She thought it wouldn’t be so bad to just lose consciousness rather than face the idea of him leaving her there.

It was difficult to say if it was fortunate or not, but he wasn’t cruel to her.

After finishing everything as if nothing had happened in that place and tidying up his clothes so perfectly, he looked as if he had been untouched by the events. Of course, it might only seem that way to her eyes, as her mind wasn’t clear enough to view the situation objectively.

Yet, amidst all this, one troubling thought continued to linger.

“…If Princess Serina refuses to apologize until the end.”

Elfreda asked quietly, still in Ejnar’s arms.

“What will you do?”

“Well.”

The insincere reply made her cautious question seem pointless. He hadn’t considered that far because he believed Makaeri would surely respond. The cunning ones aiming to take over without shedding blood wouldn’t mind a princess’s apology.

Still, it seemed strange to him that this woman thought differently. To him, it felt like a naive question from someone supposedly aligned with them, almost as if she was testing him, which irritated him.

His voice came out a bit sharp.