Chapter 24
Chapter 24. The Young One
“Ha—”
Tatar bit his dry lips as he gazed at the stunningly bare body astride him. Would she only dance in his palm? If she continued like this, he would crawl if she told him to, and kneel if she demanded it.
With a flick, the buttons of his shirt came undone one by one under Vinea’s fingertips. Soon, his well-toned muscles were exposed.
Her delicate fingers, seemingly fragile enough to break, traced his throat, collarbone, and then down over his chest and abs. Wherever her fingers touched, his muscles hardened as if turning to stone.
When her hand reached his waist, there was a clicking sound as she unfastened his belt. As her curled fingers gently tugged down his trousers, a thick, rigid column sprang upward as if it had been waiting.
With his patience exhausted, Tatar tried to switch their positions immediately. But Vinea was slightly faster, positioning herself over his length.
Inserting such a large m*mber into her without any f*replay was not easy. Yet, Vinea was in a hurry to erase the sticky remnants of the past cycle with something more intense, with more emotion and desire.
“Ugh…”
The unprepared inner walls protested with sharp pain, signaling that they were not ready to receive him. However, Vinea forced him deep inside, finally able to exhale the breath that had been trapped in her throat.
“Ha…”
“Vinea…!”
His swollen sh*ft twitched within her, threatening to release any moment. He wished she would move or at least release him so he could breathe, but she sat still, squeezing him tightly inside. He thought it might be easier to die than endure this.
Vinea lifted her hips slightly, having come up too quickly without finding a proper place to steady herself.
“Ugh—”
Even that brief movement was too much for Tatar, who let out a stifled groan.
Was it too much? Vinea regretted her impatience, having thrust him in without preparation. Being on top allowed him to penetrate deeper than when he thrusted from below, almost touching her throat.
But seeing Tatar clench his fists and tremble while gripping the bedspread and scattered documents, she couldn’t bear to leave him suffering like this.
She lifted her slender waist vertically. As the huge presence within her slid out, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Slowly lowering her hips again, Tatar’s patience proved weaker than she had expected. Unable to bear even one movement, he thrust his hips upward impatiently before she could fully take him in.
“Ha-!”
The sudden peak of pl*asure hit her like a bolt of lightning, mingling with the pain. Tatar was equally disoriented by the tight walls squeezing him harder than before.
His hands covered hers as she braced herself on his abdomen. Like a rope binding her, he started thrusting upwards with increasing force.
“Ah, ah! Wait, just— Ugh!”
When had he ever stopped because she asked him to? Never. As expected, he paid no attention, pulling her hands up to his chest.
Her trembling body arched like a bow, colliding with his firm chest. The soft shirt and cold metal buttons pressed against her pale skin.
“Damn, this is driving me crazy…”
A low moan escaped his throat as he thrust upward again.
“Ha-!”
Pl*asure devoured pain in an instant. Despite having shared the bed with him numerous times in this life, her body quickly adapted to his movements, becoming w*t to accommodate him.
With every thrust, her delicate body trembled like a leaf, and he wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Fearing the aftermath, Vinea tried to regain control, but the more she tightened, the more she stimulated him.
“Do it more. Like before. Ugh…! Vinea. Hurry—”
As he exhaled hot breaths on her slender neck, he bit her ear, red from the heat spreading through her body.
“Ah!”
“Don’t exaggerate. Ha, ugh, right now I’m the one dying…!”
She should understand how much he was holding back. Tatar pressed her upper body against his, her n*pples brushing against his chest with each movement.
As her upper body was stimulated, the overwhelming pl*asure below made her mind swirl. His pace quickened, filling the room with the sound of their bodies colliding.
Vinea could barely manage a breath, her moans replaced by gasps, as intense sensations overwhelmed her. As he deeply penetrated her, she reached an unbearable cl*max, shaking all over.
“Ah, ah…”
“Ugh, Vinea…!”
Feeling her tremors, Tatar released his pent-up desire within her. The surge of thick fl*id filled the bed and the scattered documents, making a mess.
Holding the unconscious Vinea, overwhelmed by pl*asure, he buried his head in her soft hair, vowing to play along with her whims if this was the reward.
* * *
Balak Utar loosened his cravat with one hand as he returned to his quarters in the newly built headquarters of the Valita Trading Company at the top floor of the Tessibania Empire. The high-quality silk cravat, worth as much as a horse, fell unceremoniously to the floor. Balak collapsed into his leather chair and let out a long sigh.
“Vinea, Vinea Madretta Veshnu…”
Her name before marriage rolled off his tongue, feeling oddly stuck in his throat as if it were forbidden to utter it. Balak pressed his hand against his eyes, reflecting on the recent encounter.
How did it go? She didn’t seem particularly interested, but he must have left some impression. Contrary to his confidence that he could win her heart, he was at a loss for how to approach her. Despite meeting countless people, he had never encountered someone so unreadable.
As the Empress of Tessibania, ordinary gifts would not impress her. And frankly, she didn’t seem like someone who would come to him for mere trinkets. To make matters worse, the emperor, rumored to be handsome, turned out to be even more stunning in person—a perfect sculpture without a single flaw. Even Balak’s one advantage, his appearance, paled in comparison to the emperor’s.
Perhaps the only edge Balak had was his slightly larger physique. Feeling a wave of self-reproach, he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Damn it. Why did I have to make such a stupid mistake?”
He wasn’t a young boy, yet he had dropped his brooch at the crucial moment. The thought of how ridiculous he must have looked made him shudder. Balak grasped his left hand, recalling the scent that had lingered there.
“So soft and fragrant.”
He had never encountered such a scent before. Did royalty use perfumes unattainable by mere merchants? The fragrance, which gently tickled his nose, kept returning to his mind.
Moreover, her eyes had sparkled so beautifully when they met his. He had no choice but to admit he was utterly enchanted. Although she was the worst possible choice for a first love, there was no one else if he could only hold one person in his heart. He even found himself liking how pathetic he had become, hopelessly drawn to her.
But the biggest problem was the man by her side—the emperor of the mighty Tessibania Empire, the one who sat atop all power, Tatar de Tessibania. He had unexpectedly ascended to the throne after the former emperor abdicated following the war. Balak had assumed he would be a clumsy novice, but upon meeting him, Tatar exuded an overwhelming presence, as if he naturally belonged in that position.
Even a brief glance from Tatar sent chills down Balak’s spine and made him bow his head involuntarily. The emperor’s commanding aura dominated the room.
Forcing Tatar’s image out of his mind, Balak imagined himself in that place. He vividly remembered watching the two kiss, wondering what it would have been like if he were the one holding her delicate neck and kissing her lips.
The intoxicating fragrance would fill his lungs, and the soft flesh against him would make his lower body swell with ar*usal. Balak chuckled bitterly, lowering his head.
“Madness.”
Just the thought of her made him hard, an absurd situation. Despite his rational mind, he unbuckled his pants and freed his erect m*mber.
“Ha, ha…”
It had been a long time since he had pleasured himself. His lengthy sh*ft throbbed and twitched in his hand. The vivid fantasy spurred his movements.
“Ha, Vinea. Ugh…”
The name, not yet his to call, escaped his lips as he moved his hand quickly. Intense excitement soon erupted from his body, staining his black trousers with a milky fl*id. Shame washed over him belatedly.
“I’m no young boy…”
How long could he endure this? He needed to bring her what she desired and visit the palace as soon as possible, before rumors spread that the head of the Valita Trading Company had fallen ill with lovesickness.
