Due To A Mishap, I Gave The King A Love Potion To Drink And I Became Queen Chapter 11-12

11 Blush:

The large bedroom was filled with the sound of their panting.

Her body that had been feeling like it was floating, gradually sank into the soft and fluffy bed. Her consciousness began to hover between the present and dreams,

‘...I can't bear it.'

While her head was blank, Iris heard a murmur in her ear, ‘So cute. I want to see you like that again and again. That man really is stupid.'

Who the h.e.l.l is the talking about? Actually, who is talking? Iris tried to remember where she was.

‘Although, I would have killed you if you went back to him.'

Went back to whom? Kill who?

She could not understand what this person was talking about, as she began to fall asleep. But something jolted her awake: an alien finger penetrating her luscious honey pot.

‘Iris, are you awake?'

‘I am. Your finger...oh…' take it out.

As though he knew what she wanted his golden eyes narrowed, and he continued to stroke her silken inner flesh,

‘No, I will not let you leave.' (Zuben: Is this kinda yandere?)

‘Er...ah…Ernest.'

Was he annoyed she had been falling asleep?

His lips drew into a wide spiteful smile, with a mysterious light sparking in his eyes that should be laughing. (Zuben: I dunno why his eyes should be laughing)

Seeing grumpy Ernest, Iris tried to get up, but he held on to her slender waist and pulled her back to him,

‘Ya, n ~, what is…'

‘Don't run away, I don't want it to hurt.' (Zuben: This is a kidnapping, isn't it?)

Ernest looked upset with her. She must have made a blunder before his Majesty, who was an adult man nine years older than her. (Zuben: What does his age have to do with anything?)

It was the first time she had seen such a look on his face. It made her heart pound and she was wide awake.

Ernest sank down between her legs and grabbed one of her thighs to part her legs wider.

‘No. Ernest…!' she cried as Ernest buried his face between her legs at her secret place. She was awash with shame, but his tongue lapped at the honey flowing out of her petals.

‘Fu, ~aa…'

His heated aphrodisiac tongue did not cause her pain; rather, his tongue technique sent her waves of pleasure much more than previously experienced. Her honey pot tightened around the intruding finger,

‘Everything about you tastes so sweet…' he moaned.

‘Ah~ please don't say anything....'

As his hot breath flushed her against her while he was talking, rocked her waist unconsciously. But it seemed he wanted to torture her more, and he deliberately blew at her sensitive petals. Her body trembled at the trivial stimulation, and more nectar poured out her.

Iris could not withstand the shame; she grabbed at the sheet and tried to pull up,

‘I told you not to run away.'

‘But a~nn...'

He had begun to stroke her inside with his buried finger. He pulled her to him and continued to lick her.

She could not help the sweet moans that emerged from her lips. He stimulated her tight v.a.g.i.n.al opening that dripped love juice along his finger

She felt weird, she felt good. Iris realised her hips were pus.h.i.+ng up against Ernest. She pulled away the silver head between her legs, and tried to escape.

But he did not stop his onslaught on her sensitive flesh, now licking the small hidden bud. He sucked up the bud into his hot mouth, and a flame of intense pleasure shot up from her lower abdomen.

She cried out as he rolled the bud in his tongue like a boiled sweet.

Whenever she tried to think, he sucked hard on her bud causing her to stiffen from the onslaught of pleasure.

‘You are cute here, too. So sweet...worth licking for a while.'

What on earth is he saying?

 She thought at his muttering. He looked ecstatic as Iris pulled at his hair to stop his teasing but he took her secret bud in her mouth again.

The obscene sound of licking burned her ears. Even though it was embarra.s.sing and her face was burning, he licked her swollen bud fast making the knot of flesh vibrate. She gave out nastier moans from her pink lips. Beyond the shame, Iris climbed the heights quickly as the pleasure burned her brain. Her back arched and she clenched the sheets tighter, then she fell back into the bed panting roughly.

This time Ernest did not give her time to immerse herself in the post o.r.g.a.s.mic weightlessness. He inserted another finger into her soft flesh and began to suck on her blooming flower bud again.

‘Wait wait ahn~'

He dexterously used his tongue to push back the hood covering the bud.

‘Oh Iris, lose it more. Show me you who is naughtier and more loveable than anyone else.' He said breathlessly against her sensitive flesh.

Iris was frightened; she had been forced into a situation that she could neither mentally nor physically escape.

But she was once again attacked with pleasure and white light burst behind her eyelids, as he kept licking and kneading the red engorged bud with the tip of his tongue. Her waist rose off the bed.

‘Ya~aa…~ stop ~, please stop ~'

Reason was burned out of Iris as she desperately said words of refusal which could not be actually said to be refusal (Zuben: I don't know how that works, author-sama). Her head was no longer managing to work. Iris, who wanted to escape the onslaught of pleasure, tossed her head from side to side but Ernest gave a slight smile and pushed his two fingers deeper into her contracting flesh.

‘Ha~ ahn~'

As he pressed into her, the warm thick honey flowed out of her along his manly wrist and down her smooth thighs.

‘It should be around here…' he said as he fiddled around inside her. Iris continued to be carried by the waves of sensuality. Ernest expression held a certain zeal as he tickled inside her, looking for the back of her secret bud (Zuben: Que?) while painful heat swirled inside Iris.

‘Oh oh, I feel strange ahn~ ahn~' Iris shut her eyes tightly as a painfully intense pleasure surged from deep inside her causing a burning fever in her body.

‘Oh~ stop ahn~ please...ahn~' not matter how much, she clenched the sheets, tossed her head, clutched his hair, she wasn't able to hold back the tide. She was unbearably hot, but her body still sought greedily for the excruciating height of pleasure.

‘As I thought, it's right here.' he said triumphantly. Gradually, her inner walls began to contract. As the pleasure built, Iris stretched her hand out to Ernest to cling on to him.

‘Ya a~a ~ Er...nest...ah!'

She didn't know why but she feared she was going to die.

Although, you could say that only a skilled man could bring Iris to the brink such as this. Ernest took his hand off her waist and held her smaller hand in his.

‘Oh Iris, I love you.' he said entwining his fingers with hers. He kept fingering her good spot and at the same time sucking on her flower bud. He bit her, and the core of pleasure that had built up within her burst. Iris' body convulsed as she screamed out her o.r.g.a.s.m.

After that she lost count of how many times she rode the crescendos.

Her love tunnel was stirred and his tongue teased her nubbin, soon she realised three fingers were inside her. But she was awash with love juices to the extent that the silk sheets were now damp much to her shame.

She could not catch her breath.

Her completely boneless body was flung across the large bed, her teary violet eyes stared at the handsome face looking down at her.

Ernest stroked her cheek with his free hand, ‘I'm sorry, I might have overdone it a bit.' (Zuben: Hmm are you really sorry? I doubt it)

‘...a bit?' Iris retorted, but she regretted it instantaneously.

Perhaps he would find her impudent. Though, she could not resist retorting, this man was the King of the country. Even if he were under the effects of the love potion, she was sure there was a limit to what she could just say.

‘So Ernest...now that…'

‘Well, I had a conscious awareness of overdoing things…'

‘Huh…?' what was he trying to say now. To Iris, Ernest's brows were lowered and he looked reproachful, but also not.

‘...but you are just too cute, I could not stop myself.'

Iris blushed; that was sly.

Even though, she understood this was a result of the love potion, she could not help but be affected.

Ernest gave a small smile and wiped his mouth of her juices with the back of his hand. She was sure he would wipe his hand on the sheets, but what he did instead shocked her.

He licked the smear on the back of his hand.

What was he doing? Why would he do that?

She was at a loss for words, blinking at him in surprise at his actions.

Ernest smiled, ‘You are really delicious; sweeter than any wine.'

‘That-something like that would never…'

‘You may not believe me but it is true.' he replied. Ernest narrowed his eyes as he licked his hand clean.

‘I can taste you every day from now on.'

Iris wondered how she would refute him. What was the point of tasting it every day?

While she was thinking, Ernest began to disrobe; taking off his suit jacket and his s.h.i.+rt. And then he undid his trousers.

It really looked like the love potion really was real. His revealed body was hard like steel. His chest looked broader than it did under clothes. And between his legs was the terrifying roar of his manhood, making her instinctively gulp. The thick, hard-looking p.e.n.i.s was remarkably indicative of how excited the love potion had made him.

‘Iris, don't stare at me so or I might inadvertently explode.'

Was such a thing possible? (Zuben: Yes it is)

But her eyes and mind were riveted staring at the evidence of his desire. She turned away and murmured words of apology.

Ernest covered her with his hard body and turned Iris to look at him. His expression was unfathomable.

‘Iris, are you ready?' (Zuben: To do something freaky. Better watch your waist now♫)

There was joy and excitement in his voice and it made her eardrums tremble. (Zuben: these eardrums of yours they are supposed to tremble otherwise, you can't hear!)

If she said no, would he stop? (Zuben: Yeah, no)

Her logic curled up in the corner of her mind wanted to embrace the pale expectation.

Nevertheless, instinct stopped her from saying any words of denial.

Taking Iris' reaction as tacit agreement, Ernest raised her thighs to cradle his hard body,

‘Ahn~' she cried as his burning meat stick brushed against the sensitive and slick lips of her honey pot.

‘I love you, Iris. Be my wife.'

Tonight, Ernest had drunk a love potion; his love for her was not real, but Iris could never tell him.

Ernest's hardness pushed into Iris narrow ca.n.a.l, and she could not escape his invasion. (Zuben: Finally! It was dragging on for far too long)

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12 Chast.i.ty:

Iris caught her breath as pain seared through her,

‘Ah!'

His invading desire spread her apart her inner muscles giving her a deep feeling of oppression that could not be compared to fingers. The deep ache was unimaginable.

‘Ah!'

When accepting a man for the first time, there was pain to be expected. But even though, she had the fore knowledge not to be tense and not to hold her breath but to try and relax, there was no way she could imagine being attacked by such pain.

Iris closed her eyes tightly as she clenched the sheets so hard her nails were digging into her palms.

‘Are you out of strength, Iris?'

She really wanted to tell him she could not do it; it was impossible.

She wanted him to withdraw.

She shook her head from side to side.

Even so, severe pain burned between her legs. Tears poured out of Iris' eyes.

Relentless, his thick meat stick pushed forward opening her mucosal walls, and increasing in size causing deep pain to push up from her lower abdomen.

‘Oh~ oh. Why?'

Iris finally took a breath and glared at Ernest.

Even though the pain was terrible, did he have to do such a barbaric thing as making his p.e.n.i.s bigger inside her?

‘I'm sorry, I couldn't help it,' he said. He looked as though he was in discomfort too.

He had a deep frown like he was desperately trying to endure something. He grabbed her thigh in one hand and embraced her shoulder with the other, as he slowly retreated and pushed forward again, opening the inner walls of narrow her honey pot all the way to the womb. From the outer part of where she was spread apart by his thick manhood, crimson blood seeped out; a testimony of her purity. (Zuben: I wish romance writers would stop propagating this nonsense.)

The pain was beginning to pa.s.s, but her insides felt like it was burning. His p.e.n.i.s buried inside her was really deep, Iris dug her nails into Ernest arm and panted,

‘Iris, it is still hurting?' he asked her anxiously.

‘It hurts.' Iris replied with tears in her eyes.

Ernest was beginning to sweat maximising his s.e.x appeal. (Zuben: For whom?) But Iris did not understand why her lower abdomen was cramping. (Zuben: She does not compute)

Contrary to Iris, who was still in pain, Ernest looked happy despite his frown. His l.u.s.tful golden eyes looked gleeful as he watched and waited for her to adjust to him,

‘Finally, you're mine.'

‘Finally…?'

‘Yes. I have wanted you for so long. I wanted you so much that I have become twisted.'

How should she take what he was saying? She was confused; Ernest had only taken the love potion tonight which induced the affection for Iris. Did it come with a component that made the dosed person believe they have had a long time affection for the person who drugged them?

Ernest kissed Iris who was thinking too much. (Zuben: Does not compute)

He began to move and the pain made her gasp opening her mouth. Ernest took advantage and slipped his tongue in. She accepted him.

A warm pleasure began to build over the pain and shame. If letting go was the way to get rid of the pain, she entangled her tongue with him.

Ernest was still and the pain started to ease.

She really did not want him to move.

Ernest ran his hand from her hip, caressed her body up to her breast; wrapping his large hand around the small mound of flesh.

‘Oh~'

‘I promised to make it as big as you want, we have to keep at it.'

‘Oh~ you promised to...oh~ ahn~'

Ernest smiled and kissed her quenching Iris' paltry resistance. He began to gently fondle her breast.

Even though, she had touched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while bathing, she would never have thought they were this sensitive. Tonight she had come to learn they were an erotic weakness for her.

He rolled and crushed the hard nipple in the palm of his hand, sending pleasure signals shooting to her lower abdomen, which should be hurting.

‘Ah, Ernest…' she cried.

‘What's wrong? Do you still hurt?' he asked her knowingly. He was rubbing both her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his palms, her hard coral nipples were swirled in the centre of his palm lighting a sensual fire within her.

Watching her violet eyes, Ernest knew the difference between her discomfort and arousal. He dropped little kisses on her eyelids and the corner of her eyes, where her tears ran, her nose, her lips,

‘I think they are beautiful enough,'

‘What are you talking about?'

‘Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s; they feel smoother than silk to the touch. I feel like they are just right for me. And smaller b.r.e.a.s.t.s are more sensitive…'

‘Ah, how rude…' she replied impulsively forgetting Ernest's position. She blushed in mortification, but she could not take back her words.

‘Ernest…'

‘Iris, I love you.' he said.

She wondered if he liked being abused. (Zuben: You haven't actually abused him, Miss Independent Lady)

Maybe he liked to be scolded by a woman in a lower position to him. Ernest smiled happily, but the smile did not irritate her, rather, it made her heart throb instead.

She wondered why… (Zuben: After all that molestation, you've fallen in loaf)

She should not be happy being told her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were small. And she should not be attaching herself to a dangerous man who was happy to be insulted. (Zuben: How does that make him dangerous?) But Ernest's words did not belie any ridicule, his words gently wrapped around the soft part of Iris' heart.

Even though, he was dripping in sweat, his handsome and happy expression did not change. She watched him silently.

‘Oh, that's right,' he muttered.

‘I have to leave proof that you're mine alone.'

‘Proof that what…? Hnn!' Ernest tucked his face into the crook of her neck and sucked hard on the delicate skin, while rubbing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. There was as slight pain followed by sweet sensations zipping thought her body.

‘It came out beautifully coloured.' (Zuben: it doesn't remain pink you numbskulls)

Just as he did before on her back and b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he began to suck on her skin till the patch became red like blooming flowers. (Zuben: Who comes up with this claptrap?)

Even the pain began to be converted to pleasure in her brain. Ernest kissed her and drank from her charming lips.

‘Now you are mine alone.' he whispered hotly against her swollen lips.

To ensure she was his, he took her chast.i.ty, but this desire to monopolise her was born from the love potion. Yet, despite being aware of it in her head, her maiden heart that should have been thrown away a year ago was filled with the flame of l.u.s.t hot enough to ignite her. Before Iris could feel guilty about it, Ernest began to move within her.

At first he moved gently, but the inner walls of her v.a.g.i.n.a was tightly wrapped around his p.e.n.i.s leaving no room to manoeuvre. Even the gentle moments created an uncomfortable pressure and pain in her.

‘You're so tight, Iris, can you endure?' he asked as he carried on.

But, something was rising from under the pain. Everytime his manhood pushed forward into her, and pulled back, a pleasant feeling flowed from inside her through the walls making her tremble.

‘Ernest-ahn~ ah~' In the midst of various sensations, Iris held onto Ernest's arm.

A subconscious affirmation.

Ernest took it, and hugged her closer as he increased the speed of his sprint within her.

She could only moan and cling to him.

Did she feel good or was it painful?

She could not decide.

Ernest's muscular body rubbed against her soft one as he thrust in and out of her. He began to play with her breast again.

‘N, ~aa~, there, ya~a' she cried surprised by the added stimulation. Her slender hips bounced.

‘What do you think? Do you remember it feels good here?' he asked teasing her as he continued to rub her honey pot with his hard phallus while pinching her nipples between his fingers.

He fondled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and rubbed her nipples, stimulating a thread of desire that began to fill her lower abdomen.

‘Ahn~ stop, if you…~'

As he thrust, his manly hair covered pelvis crushed and teased her pleasure nubbin that was swollen and peeping out from under its hood. As he drowned her in kisses, Iris began to be dominated by pleasure from head to toe. She clung onto Ernest so she would not lose herself to the sea of desire.

‘Oh Iris, I love it. I love you…' he whispered against her lips.

He braced her back with one hand bringing her hips closer to he could thrust in deeper. He was invading her to the limit, pus.h.i.+ng his male core deep into her depths. She began to subconsciously match his thrusts as the deep pleasure began to exceed the pain. His hand held her fast to him as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her powerfully, making her accept him deeper into her.

‘Hi, a~a……I can't help it anymore…' she cried out. Contrary to her reluctant words, her body was greedy for the pleasure to the point of deliriousness. Her inner walls contracted around him tightly as he penetrated inward reluctant to let go.

Her honey pot contracted around his manhood trying to squeeze out his sperm, her body bowed from the pleasure despite being held by his st.u.r.dy body.

‘Oh Iris, I'm at my limit too. Let's… together…'

Iris understood that she was allowed to release the heat that had built up to a crescendo. She let go, and was swept up to the heights of climax.

As though to keep up, Ernest gave one final thrust and filled her with his hot white fluid. The rich hot splash was poured in by the King of Berghausen. She realised she could not return to a state where there was nothing between them.

His weary voice full of deep affection said, ‘Iris, I am never going to let you go.'

This false affection made Iris' heart ache. What was going to happen in the future?

Yet, some small part of her felt happiness as Ernest's strong arms wrapped around her untrustworthy body that harboured an uneasy heart. 

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