The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 34

Margaret tilted her head back, taking in a deep breath before exhaling loudly.

“Ah, I feel so good.”

He leaned back, inhaling deeply as well. Margaret planted her elbows on the ground and peeked downward, seeing that they still had about half the way to go.

“Ray.”

“Yeah?”

“Is this your first time?”

Ray glanced at Margaret for a moment, then smiled brightly. Gripping her hips, he slowly pushed himself forward.

“Ah!” Margaret gasped as Ray’s thick, sturdy member gradually penetrated her tight walls. Despite being already loosened up, accommodating him was still a challenge under the immense pressure.

“You’re doing great. Just like that,” Ray murmured as he pushed himself all the way in, releasing a hot breath into the dark air. He then tightly grasped Margaret’s hand, raising it and lightly kissing the back. The touch of his lips was incredibly warm.

“It’s my first time, so you better take responsibility,” Margaret said, staring back at Ray with narrowed eyes.

“Take responsibility. Who’s responsible for whom?”

Margaret remembered the rumors about the Emperor enjoying bruises.

“I heard you enjoy bruises!”

Ray leisurely raised his hips, causing Margaret’s body to arch with each thrust.

“It’s not ‘your highness,’ it’s Ray.”

“Ah, oh!” Margaret gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the intense sensation each time Ray pushed into her.

The presence of his member inside her was so dominating that Margaret hastily grabbed onto Ray’s arm.

“And bruises are just rumors,” Ray said, chuckling leisurely as he slowly withdrew his member to the tip before thrusting it back in one swift motion. Margaret’s thighs trembled. She realized that the sight of a man smiling for the first time could be terrifying.

“You don’t believe me because it’s my first time?” Ray held onto her thighs and nestled against her side, rotating his hips to bury himself fully inside her. Despite the simple movement, Margaret found herself breathless to the point of choking, her lower half tightly joined with Ray’s as he tilted his head slightly.

“Disappointed, huh?”

“Mmm.” Margaret didn’t censor herself any longer. She simply let out moans as she felt them. Ray, seeming to verify the truth of her claim, repeated the simple action of slowly withdrawing and thrusting his member back in, without any tricks. Yet, due to its enormous size, her mind became hazy, and a warm, fuzzy sensation spread throughout her.

Squelch, squelch.

With each withdrawal and thrust, the sound of wetness echoed. Margaret rocked her hips slightly in sync with the steady rhythm of the man’s movements. After a while, her walls accommodated his member effortlessly. The comfort she felt was transmitted back to Ray through the sultry atmosphere, prompting him to ask in a languid voice.

“Can I go harder?”

Enjoying the pleasant sway, Margaret nodded. Then Ray exhaled a hot breath. Suddenly, the pace increased, catching Margaret off guard. She involuntarily tensed her thighs. Gasping, she cried out desperately.

“Ah, wait…slowly…uhh!”

Already feeling overwhelmed, Margaret found it difficult to breathe properly under the pressure of Ray’s forceful thrusts. There’s a difference between firm and fast, she reasoned in her mind, but her body, shaken relentlessly, lost its sense. Ray’s face lost its hint of amusement as he lifted his hips urgently, almost as if he were being chased. The sounds of his member pounding into the wetness and the accompanying wet noises reverberated obscenely.

“Ha, hahh…uh, uhuh…slowly, ah!”

Ignoring Margaret’s plea for a slower pace, Ray intensified his movements with a serious expression. Any thoughts of brute force were lost in the overwhelming sensation of their bodies colliding.

“Ah, oh!” Margaret cried out as beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, cheeks, and jawline with each forceful thrust from Ray. Every drop fell onto her chest or above her navel, the sensation so exquisite that it sent shivers down her spine.

“Ah, Ray, Ray…oh!” Margaret’s urgency matched Ray’s. With each rough thrust, her body quivered again, the heat building.

“Ugh!” Finally, without a chance to properly feel, Margaret reached climax once more. Soon after, Ray collapsed onto her, sweat dripping heavily. Margaret’s contracting walls seemed to devour Ray’s members as they embraced. His body, enveloping hers like a fiery boulder, emitted a strong, primal scent. Solid as a rock, he completely enveloped her. Within him, Margaret trembled with the aftershocks of climax.

“Ha…” she sighed as Ray held her tightly. Suddenly, he peppered her neck with small kisses. Both were drenched in sweat. In the aftermath of the climax, there was a lingering sense of regret. Despite the short duration, Margaret’s body, having accepted Ray, felt drained, her back aching from the intense movements. Quiet concerns about how to escape this situation crept in. Margaret leaned her head against Ray’s chest, gently stroking his head as he breathed shallowly.

“That’s enough,” she murmured.

“Okay,” Ray agreed, but then he interrupted her.

“I’m feeling too good,” Ray said, lifting his head. His violet eyes, barely visible in the darkness, were now vivid. He still craved more intense pleasure. His member, still firm inside her, filled her completely. Margaret looked at him with dismay. This couldn’t continue.

“Margaret…”

Ray called her name softly, tenderly, and Margaret couldn’t help but ask why.

“Why…?” she began, but Ray interrupted with a request.

“Can I continue?”

Margaret shook her head quickly. But Ray lowered his head and took one of Margaret’s breasts into his mouth. Whether he didn’t see it or deliberately avoided it, Margaret couldn’t tell.

“No, Ray. No, stop. I can’t take it anymore,” Margaret pleaded.

“Just lying there?” Ray responded, resuming his attention to her nipple. Despite his awkward movements, his tongue worked wonders, eliciting soft moans from Margaret.

“It’s usually harder for the one receiving,” Margaret managed to say, despite the rising urge to let her mind go. She resisted the urge to give in to the rising pleasure as Ray lightly nibbled with his teeth again.

“You’re enjoying this too,” he murmured. Margaret’s body, already having experienced climax several times, didn’t bother with modesty. This wasn’t right. Before her brain could lose all sense of reason, Margaret quickly moved away. But Ray’s strong hands caught her hips and pulled her closer.

“Ah,” Margaret gasped as Ray’s firm member penetrated her deeply. Even though she was already coated with his ejaculate, her body couldn’t help but respond with lascivious sounds to his slow movements.

“If it’s hard for you, just stay still. I’ll do everything,” Ray assured her, his hands expertly massaging her body as he moved his hips slowly to allow Margaret to moan more freely.

Sensations surged through her again, and her mind wandered.

Maybe there’s no need to escape tomorrow. The secret passage isn’t disappearing, and I can leave whenever I want, today, tomorrow, or the day after, Margaret thought as the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her once more.

“I didn’t want to have a baby, but with you, I think it would be okay.” Ray’s voice was tender, pulling Margaret back to reality.

“Just one, just one,” he continued, oblivious to Margaret’s shock. “Then there’d be no need for inheritance laws or fratricide.”

Before Margaret could react, Ray took her hand and pressed it against his face, brushing her palm with his lips.

“I want this with you every day. No, I don’t want it to ever end. I don’t want to think about anything else; just indulge in pleasure all day long,” Ray murmured against her hand.

No, Margaret thought. For her, it was just a night of pleasure, but for Ray, it might be different. The more satisfied he was now, the more likely he was to call her to his room every night. He might even search for her. Perhaps even chase her.

Using the secret passage to leave the harem in the past had gone unnoticed because no one cared about her. But if someone were to pay attention, her sloppy method would surely be discovered, especially if she took the Rem sisters with her.

With just one mention of wanting a child, Margaret’s emotions became complicated. The desire to push him away and flee was overwhelming.

“Stop it, Ray. Stop it. My back hurts.” Margaret grimaced as if truly in pain. Ray immediately wrapped his hands around her back and lifted her. As they embraced, Ray’s member delved deeper inside her.

“Ah!” Margaret gasped as Ray’s lips brushed against her neck, his fingers gently caressing her spine. Margaret was wrong. He wasn’t a man who would stop just because it hurt. The face-to-face position only made it harder for her.

“Enough.” Margaret pushed Ray’s shoulders away, but he pulled her closer again. With each movement, her walls trembled. The man kissed her lips softly, then whispered,

“I won’t be rough. I’ll be gentle.”