Hugging her completely exhausted body, Enoch looked at her with eyes full of greed. He shuddered, releasing his white fluids inside her. The white fluids mingled with saliva and soaked Arans bottoms.
Enoch opened the door thereafter.
Frightened, Aran searched the bedroom in a hurry. There was no one. Only then did she realize that he was playing with her. At the same time, as the tension eased, a sense of shame surged in.
Enoch slowly pulled himself out, looking at her face stained with anger and shame.
Are you going to slap me again?
Aran didnt answer. Her clumsy anger would only entertain him further.
Enoch walked all the way to her bed, keeping her hold and making sure she not slip from his grip.
A fluffy sheet touched her back. The sheets got wet but there was no one who cared.
Enoch climbed onto her. She tried to get up, but he pressed her shoulders down to keep her from moving.
Stop
Aran shook her head.
He stroked her pale face with his big hand. The touch at first glance was friendly.
You must reward the servant for his service.
Ill give you what you want so hurry up and leave
I want you, Enoch smiled, slowly spreading her legs.
Arans eyes widened and she tried to close her legs back, but it was futile. Enochs strength was greater than hers.
Stop
Your Majesty, all you can offer to me is this body. Youre mine, Your Majesty.
Before Aran could reply, a large swelling meat entered her roots. The sensitive inner walls spat out moist wetness and coiled around his shaft in full.
Ah!
Aran unknowingly dug her nails on Enochs back. Enoch didnt care even though her sharp nails hurt. His manhood repeatedly devoured her and all Aran could do was writhe under his arms.
***
Aran had washed herself earlier and already shed been ruined by Enochs white fluids. He embraced her with all his might and enjoyed himself to the fullest. Her sticky body felt unpleasant.
Aran turned her head towards the table, ignoring the persistent stroking of his manhood.
?
There was nothing on the table. She blinked her eyes. She was sure that she put Clareds letter there.
Are you looking for Clareds letter? Enoch asked, pressing down on the nipple which rose with excitement.
Aran bit her lip and nodded.
I threw it into the fireplace.
What? Why? asked Aran in a restless voice.
Instead of answering, Enoch took his hand off her and rose from the bead.
He said hed visit the Imperial Palace sooner or later.
You wont be able to meet, Enoch replied.
The sound of water pouring into the empty glass echoed and Aran felt a great thirst when she heard the noise.
Enoch returned to bed with a glass of water, but she didnt have the slightest strength to lift her hand. Enoch was aware of it and didnt bother to hand over the glass. Instead, he supported Arans back, raised her upper body, and pressed the tip of the glass on her lips.
The water, apparently preheated, was moderately cooled, neither too cold nor too hot. Aran carefully stuck out her lips and drank the water, but she couldnt swallow properly and most of the water spilled.
Youre cute, Enoch said.
Enoch smiled, drank a glass of water, and kissed Arans mouth.
The water from Enochs mouth came through her lips. Aran gently swallowed the water he handed her. After repeating the action several times, her thirst had been quenched.
Aran looked up at Enoch with wet eyes as she demanded an explanation. Enoch looked at her cold face and light-green eyes. Her eyes glowed as if the disgrace from before was nothing. Her ever-consistent stubbornness was something he loved but sometimes it got annoying, like now.
Hes an influential nobleman. If I dont persuade him, people against my will become aggressive, Aran said.
And how will you persuade him?
Youre helpless. It was as if Enoch looked at her with those silent words in mind. Aran bit her lips.
But I cant let go of the chance. Clareds a sweet guy, so if I tell him, Im sure hell understand. Im sure hell help me out.
Arans voice grew smaller and smaller. She knew how stupid her words sounded. Clared Changeback was a great lord defending the southern border before he was her childhood friend.
But Enoch was right. She had nothing to offer him.
If you knew how he looked at you, youd have no desire to meet him.
Enoch smiled and caressed Arans cheek with his long fingers.
Aran didnt understand a word he said and blinked blankly.