Due To A Mishap, I Gave The King A Love Potion To Drink And I Became Queen Chapter 33-34

33 The Lady's Heart:

‘Ahn!'

Her body jumped in shock and the sudden upsurge of pleasure.

Ernest continued to thrust in without waiting for Iris to catch her breath as her back arched. His lovemaking was fierce and angry, giving Iris a terrible feeling of oppression similar to her first time. But her shameless body responded to him.

‘Ah~ no~ ah~ ah~'

Though she wanted to tell him to stop, they only sounds that emerged from her mouth were sweet moans.

The bed squeaked obscenely as Ernest moved inside her. Iris felt a.s.saulted by the sweet pleasure that was accompanied with pain. She shook her head from side to side to make him stop.

‘No, ahn~ ‘

‘I'm the bad one.' Ernest said as the put his hand through her hair silky straggly hair, and kissed her wet eyelids. (Zuben: Well it is ultimately you and Matthias' fault)

She wondered when she had begun to cry.

She looked at him in teary eyed puzzlement.

‘But no matter how much you dislike it, I can't let go of you.' He said before he took her kiss, robbing her of breath causing her chest to tighten.

But she really could not stay.

Iris tried to hug him, but remembered that her wrists were tied.

‘Ernest, please…take it off…ah'

‘If I take it off, you will push me away.'

‘That…' Iris was hesitant to answer, but he took her hesitancy as affirmation of his words.

Ernest continued to thrust into her, moving around indecently. He bit her neck, she grasped the sheets over her head trying to mitigate the fear the sprung up in her heart.

‘Ow! Oh~'

Ernest licked the area he had bitten, Iris felt wrong for feeling pleasure that surmounted her pain. She could not understand herself. She wanted to run away from these emotions. She used her heels to kick her body up the bed but Ernest grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her back unto him, hard.

‘Ahh~' she cried out, caught in a strong wave of pleasure as he reached deeper into her with his maleness. She spasmed deeply around him.

‘Ah, no~ no more~'

She wasn't aware of what she was saying any longer, but words of refusal emerged amongst her moans of pleasure.

Everytime he thrust against her, his chest rubbed against her hardened crimson nipples. His pelvis pushed painfully against the engorged bud that had emerged from its hood.

She was in a state of pleasure-pain. But it was impossible to stop her hips from swaying lewdly against Ernest.

‘Iris, don't refuse me.'

The rhythm of their skin colliding filled the room. It brought up sweet pleasures beyond the pain.

‘Please, Iris.' His voice was trembling against Iris eardrum, making her feel strange. His hot breath caressed her sensitised skin as he said, ‘Please, do not try to leave my side.' (Zuben: Maybe telling her the truth so she comes out of her funk might help. Don't you think?)

Ernest chased Iris with deep pleasure. She was hot and felt like she was going to lose her mind, but she felt like she wanted to cry.

‘Ernest…' she called, but she did not know what to do. What could she do or say to stop his heart from hurting?

‘Iris, I beg you, all I need is you.'

If he wasn't under the effects of the love potion, how happy would Iris be hearing this?

But she had long regretted it. Why had she used the love potion? She regretted it every time Ernest showed his affection. She felt she had made a foolish mistake, allowing Matthias to coax her into using the potion. She had made a pathetic choice.

‘Ernest…Ernest…' she cried out his name. Though she thought crying would not solve anything, she could not help the tears the overflowed. Ernest kissed the tears away and kissed her. She tasted the salty tears on his lips.

Her thighs began to convulse around him, and her legs began to kick the air again and again. (Zuben: She's having a fit). Ernest held her tightly as her back bowed. Her slender waist trembled as she climaxed, her honey pot spasmed furiously around his meat stick desperately seeking something.

‘Iris…' he cried out hoa.r.s.ely as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed his hot white stuff deep inside her.

It felt like a long time, Iris felt that the amount of spirit the left inside he would spill from their junction. Her body trembled as she moaned faintly. But his c.o.c.k, buried deep inside her, did not reduce its tumescence. He was still hard.

‘Not yet…'

‘Hmm?' she answered dozily as she blinked softly at him.

Ernest pulled her up so she was sitting astride him like that night in the secret room.

‘Oh~ ah~' she moaned as he pierced deep inside her. She rocked against him in pleasure and discomfort. Ernest put her tied arms around his neck and held on to her waist.

‘I'm making sure it stays in your womb.'

What is Ernest saying? Iris wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. (Zuben: When will you ever understand what Ernest is saying? When?!)

His large hot hands held on to her waist as he said, ‘I will never let you go.'

He was dripping with sweat as he kissed Iris' red and swollen lips. At the same time, he lifted Iris and pulled her down onto his meat stick till the base. She could feel him high up inside her.

‘Oh~ ah~' she cried at he continued to plunder her. Each time the white fluid was pushed up into her, it made an audible obscene sound.

Although her brain did not believe him, her heart was full of joy. Stuck with a feeling of gloomy inferiority, she was still happy in her heart. She felt torn by these conflicting feelings.

So for this moment, Iris let her body be rocked. She closed her eyes forgetting reality and escaping into the sea of sweet pleasure

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34 Ernest: His Majesty's Inferiority:

This chapter was the most awful chapter that I have had to edit since Yasas.h.i.+. I am quite sure that most of it is wrong, but it was chock full of nonsensical euphemism, that of course, no translation software likes. So these chapters are based on impression more than anything. Hopefully I solved the gobbledegook puzzle well enough for others to understand.

Two shadows osculated in the dark bedroom. The slick sounds of their bodies interacting, the rough panting, the rhythm of the squeaking bed, above all, the pleasing moans that inflamed his desires.

‘Oh~ ahn~…ah~…ahn~'

‘Don't leave me…' he moaned.

The pleasure was too much as he firmly grabbed her slender waist as she tried to escape from his onslaught, making his manhood push inside her to the root. Her warmth brought him almost unbearable pleasure. Their bodies were slick with sweat, his emissions and her honey.

Each time he thrust into her, the sound of their fluids being stirred filled the bedroom, and the obscene c.o.c.ktail ran down her smooth thigh like a beautiful tear. The sight aroused him even more, and his heart was filled with a dark happiness.

But it was not enough.

He was not satisfied.

It was impossible for him to feel rea.s.sured.

He had tied Iris' hands with the soft belt of her night robe. Her glossy straggly hair s.h.i.+fted as she shook her head from left to right. She was putting up a modest resistance; was it because she didn't want to have s.e.x with an awful man like him? But he knew she was about to lose herself. He scoffed at himself in his mind as he covered Iris' slender body with his large one; he wanted to tease her more so she would lose herself more.

He leaned in and bit her enough to leave a mark. She gasped. She was probably unaware she was rocking against him from the stimulation between pleasure and pain.

With a dark smile on his lips, he sucked on her delicate skin to make a new flower bloom.

‘Ah~ ahn~ ah~' she cried as he softly grasped her lovely breast that fit so perfectly in his hand. Her exquisite inner muscles tightened him, contrary to her trembling body.

‘Please…ah~ Ernest…no- oh~'

Her sweet lips wanted to form words of rejection, but her wet honey pot would not let go of his c.o.c.k.

‘Iris…' I know.

But he was not going to stop.

She didn't love him.

Their love-making was humiliating for her. Iris wanted to detoxify the love potion – which was a lie. And she had asked her brother in law, his aide, Matthias, to help her leave his side.

He knew.

After all, he was only able to get her into his arms by the cunning scheme of the love potion. (Zuben: An alright plan that was taken too far beyond its natural conclusion)

Iris was n.o.ble and pure; but Ernest had never been able to get to her fragile heart.

In his head, he understood her.

‘Iris…' he whispered.

But he could not let go of her. He could not let her escape from him.

His ugly obedient male core was engorged and trying to sink her into a sea of sensual pleasure. He wrinkled his brow, trying to keep himself from spurting his seed inside her from the intense pleasure, and picked at her lovely nipples.

‘Ah~ ah~'

He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers testing the elasticity. He knew her nipples were her weak point, when he scratched the tip with his finger nail she moaned loudly.

‘No~ don't~ stop touching~ ah~'

Contrary to her head swinging left to right, her inner muscles were squeezing around him as though to urge his finish.

Though, she knew he was manipulating her, she responded to his fingers and his body. He wanted to love her enough to stop her thinking. He could not fathom how much he loved her. He had been so averse to women; the idea of one gave him nausea.

‘Iris…' he called.

He left a rose on her beautiful pale back, like a seal of love. Her brow was wrinkled, her skin suffused with sweet. He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. His arms were wrapped around her; one arm had a breast in his hand and the other hand was between her legs were her nectar dripped.

‘No~ wait ah ah ah~' she fretted about where his hand was creeping down her body, but her mind was floating in the sea of sensuality and her body was sensitised. He kissed the soft skin of her back to placate her as he teased her swollen secret ball.

‘Hn~ ah~ ahn~'

Her high pitched moans filled his tympanic membrane :D making him happy. Her wet cavern tightened around him urging him to come inside her.

Even though he did not have her heart, he wanted sink her body into a sea of pleasure and tie her to him that way. His mind and body was bound by her charm.

Ernest smiled sadly to himself as he endured the urge to come and kept teasing her bud with his fingers.

‘Ah~ ah~ ah~'

Inside her red swollen honey pot, her honey and his own s.e.m.e.n mixed. He continued to tease her breast and his thrusting instinctually sped up as he began to reach his limit. Iris moans became faster; her voice fell into the bottom of his heart as her back arched fuelling his base pa.s.sions. Her honey pot convulsed around him as she came, Ernest chased after her, filling her with his hot fluid. His thrusts became slow and long, pus.h.i.+ng his s.e.m.e.n deep inside her.

The silk sheets were a mess, but he turned her over and smiled. He was still hard. They were facing each other; he could kiss her sweet lips. (Zuben: Ernest that is dangerous; you might have priapism)

It was now a week from that day he found out that she wanted to leave his side. Iris had become so fatigued because of their fierce nightly activities.

When he looked in her violet eyes, which were more beautiful than jewels, he saw something hidden in her teary eyes.

‘Iris, you cannot escape me.'

She sighed faintly as he kissed her teary eyes. At that moment, she smiled softly. It was a happy illusion that his stupid desire showed.

He frowned: he had to tether her to him with l.u.s.t and desire. Hugging her slender body, he pushed himself into her warmth again.

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