The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 33 (+18)

“Why are you giving me that look?” Suleiman’s gaze followed Margaret, his laughter soft as he pulled her into an embrace.

“Surprised?” he teased, his tone royal but playful.

“Your Majesty!”

Margaret lowered her head, expecting the worst, but Suleiman chuckled softly. Lifting her head gently, he tousled her hair, ensuring it remained unharmed. Laying her down with care, he shook out her hair and reassured her with a soft voice, “I have plenty of hair.”

Supporting Margaret’s back, he slowly passed his arm behind her, and she collapsed onto her cloak. Even amid the intimate chaos, Margaret felt over the Emperor’s hair, still holding a handful. Undeterred, she raised her hand to search through Suleiman’s tousled locks.

Closing his eyes momentarily, Suleiman felt her touch. When her exploration subsided, he smiled and planted a light kiss on her forehead.

“Perfect. Moist,” he declared, comparing his kiss to spring rain.

“You can take more,” he added, the smile evident in his words.

Spring rain smiled too, as it fell on Margaret’s body, caressing her cheek, nape of her neck, and shoulders. The delicate touch eased her bewildered mind. Margaret withdrew her hand from Suleiman’s head.

“Your Majesty,” she began cautiously.

“Hmm?”

“I’m afraid.”

Suleiman lifted his head, locking eyes with Margaret. Sensing an opportunity, she spoke, “His Highness Mustafa fears death at any moment.”

Still keeping Margaret beneath him, Suleiman brushed his hair with frustration and released a sigh into the night sky.

“Mustafa is the future emperor. He can’t be killed, not even by me.”

“He doesn’t know that. His fear is genuine.”

Silent for a moment, Suleiman contemplated. Margaret placed her hand on his thigh, feeling the strong muscles beneath. Even though he had discarded his underwear, he remained fully clothed under his loose robe.

“No one will be able to kill Mustafa. I will protect him,” Suleiman vowed.

“Because I will protect him,” he added the sincerity of his words echoing in the quiet night.

With that single word, Margaret instinctively grasped the man’s thigh, and Suleiman shook his head, a gentle curve forming at the corners of his lips. Bowing slowly, he approached Margaret.

“Okay. Mustafa must have been anxious,” Suleiman remarked, sticking out his tongue to lightly lick Margaret’s ear, the warmth and moisture sending shivers down her spine. “Is that why he sent you?” he continued, biting her earlobe as his hand squeezed her chest.

“Your Majesty,” she gasped.

“Tell me him I still see him as my younger brother. I have no intention of harming him,” Suleiman’s voice whispered loudly in her ear, laughter breaking out. “Easy. Rest! It was that easy,” Margaret congratulated Prince Mustafa in her heart. Suleiman had no intention of harming him and was even contemplating passing on the throne.

‘Congratulations! My mission is over. It’s done! Now I can return to Berthe,’ she thought, joy filling her heart. With a lighter heart, Margaret turned her head and kissed Suleiman’s face. He paused in his argument.

“You.”

Suleiman raised his head, and for a moment, Margaret feared she had made a mistake. He stroked her cheek, removing a few strands of her hair.

“Try again.”

“Yes?”

“Do it again.”

Suleiman brought his left cheek close, and Margaret wondered if he referred to the earlier kiss. She lightly pressed her lips against his and pulled away, making the man’s ears turn red.

“Do it again.”

This time, she turned to the other cheek, relieved that the ordeal seemed over. Tomorrow, she planned to escape the harem using the secret passage and fulfill her promise to Mustafa.

Margaret wrapped her arms around Suleiman’s neck, enjoying a night with the handsome emperor now that everything was done. Her nervousness vanished, replaced by a sense of relaxation, and the man’s eyes widened at her newfound confidence.

Now even his surprised expression looked cute. She raised her upper body, examining his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and chin. Her mouth formed a bird-like shape, and in her boldness, Suleiman couldn’t resist and kissed her. Margaret opened her mouth eagerly to receive his tongue, causing a moan to escape Suleiman’s lips. Urgently, his hand moved downward as Margaret spread her legs wide.

Her fingers explored her own intimate spaces, already warmed by a previous climax. Magritte, without hesitation, removed the man’s gown in the white moonlight, unveiling his broad back.

“Hmm…”

The man’s fervent sounds harmonized with the woman’s moans. As Margaret raised her hips to welcome the intrusion of his finger deeper into her, Suleiman emitted a throaty groan. The weight of the man pressed between her legs, and as Margarete explored his waist, his hand paused at her entrance.

Suleiman slowly withdrew his hand, then lifted his upper body, gripping his pants with both hands. Margaret admired the sight of the man’s lithe figure against the dark backdrop. The hand that once moved with certainty when undressing a woman now hesitated at the waist of his pants.

“Turn your head for a moment,” Suleiman softly requested, likely feeling the weight of her intense gaze. Margaret, however, had no intention of complying. Tomorrow, they wouldn’t see each other again, and believing in that fact, she behaved with arrogance.

“I don’t like it. I’ll miss you too,” she teased.

“Ha, you…”

The man’s face reddened, clearly visible even in the darkness. Provokingly, Margaret swayed her hips a little, causing his pants to fall. Amidst her laughter, Margaret froze at the sight of his sizable and imposing arousal passing his navel.

“I won’t stop along the way,” Suleiman declared, and his member responded by releasing its essence.

“Just a moment, Your Majesty,” Margaret said, already experienced and aware that a larger, harder member would bring more pleasure. However, the thought of accommodating such a sizable object made her heart race. Was it even possible?

Suleiman knelt slowly, his hands strong as they gripped her ankles and brought them towards him.

“It won’t hurt. Probably,” he assured with uncertainty in his voice. His lips kissed her ankles, creating a moist sensation akin to spring rain. The warm droplets ran from her ankles to her calves, then her thighs, reaching her navel. Tickled by the sensation, Margaret relaxed, emitting a light laugh.

“You’re okay too, right?” he asked.

“Yes, I like it. Great, Your Majesty.”

Praised, Suleiman became more active, leaving traces of himself on her body. Their lips met in a moist, sweet, and warm kiss. Margaret grasped Suleiman’s face, pulled him up, and their tongues entwined eagerly. The man’s large hands roamed her buttocks and thighs, and his member teased around her entrance.

Slap.

Suleiman, momentarily halted from sucking on her mouth, placed both hands on the floor, and pulled away. Not an illusion. Margaret grinned mischievously and slapped the man’s firm buttocks again.

Sigh.

The man’s expression contorted in shock, realizing that this was a form of retaliation. Margaret was never one to endure silently; she intended for Suleiman to experience the same jolt she had felt.

“…you…you,” Suleiman stammered, struggling to articulate his thoughts amid his surprise.

“Why are you doing that, Your Majesty?” Margaret responded calmly, her intention clear that Suleiman should understand the shock she felt. She even suggested he could have delivered a few more slaps if he desired.

“Well, Your Majesty, while addressing you with proper respect, I thought it’s only fair to, uh, target your… posterior,” she continued, causing Suleiman to lower his head, perhaps in embarrassment, as he swallowed the remaining words.

As Suleiman looked up again, Margaret found his expression reminiscent of a ripe apple, a pomegranate, or the color of strawberries – appetizing.

“If I call you Your Majesty, what do you call me?” she questioned.

“Name,” Suleiman replied, glaring at Margaret intensely. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Suleiman?”

“You can call me Ray.”

His thick hand fumbled at her vaginal opening.

“Ray, like this?” she teased, encouraging a more amicable interaction.

“Ray. Like this?”

“!!!”

His fingers, initially exploring her vaginal opening, were abruptly replaced by the entrance of his sizable member. Margaret let out a sudden cry at the intense sensation. Ray furrowed his brow.

“Does it hurt?”