The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 38

The next morning, Margaret woke up in her bed. She didn’t see Suleiman’s figure on the emperor’s bed with its magnificent canopy. Her last memory from last night was in front of the fireplace. Who could have moved her here? The firewood was already extinguished, and instead of the snacks that were there yesterday, breakfast for one was laid out.

“Could it be that the emperor himself moved me?” Margaret wondered. Or maybe she crawled into bed in a daze. Regardless, staying too long in an unoccupied bed was against etiquette. After hastily devouring the prepared breakfast, Margaret returned to her room.

Bahari and Gulle welcomed her warmly. Sitting down, Gulle, ever so bold, pried about the emperor. Margaret managed to respond with suitable decorum as a knocking sound was heard.

“Who could it be this early in the morning?”

Bahari stood up as the door opened to reveal Hatsan, flashing his white teeth as he smiled. He was carrying a jeweled tray, just like yesterday.

“Surely not.”

“Rejoice, my dear. His Majesty seems very pleased once again.”

Hassan handed the tray to Bahari and gestured, prompting a dozen servants, just like yesterday, to file in with their silver trays. The cramped room became even more crowded in an instant.

“Perhaps next time, instead of gifts, you could ask for a room change.”

With a mix of advice and mockery, Hassan left. Margaret covered her face with her hands and let out a deep sigh.

“He said His Majesty gives gifts as he is pleased. But this is much more than yesterday!”

And nothing even happened. She just went to sleep and woke up.

“I think I need to have a word about this.”

Margaret made a firm decision.

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“That’s not happening. Whatever it is that’s on your mind, I won’t reduce the gifts,” Suleiman firmly refused with a kindly face that seemed willing to grant any request. Margaret couldn’t understand the man who insisted on being stubborn over trivial matters.

“It’s too much to simply receive without doing anything. Please assign me some tasks, however trivial they may be,” Margaret insisted, her fists clenched tightly. People always thoughtlessly squandered money on jewelry and new dresses, complaining that women never had anywhere to spend it. It felt as though they were saying, “What’s the use of all this when I’m going to Bertha in two months?” Her initial joy sank into despondency.

Deliberately gruff, Suleiman retorted, “Perhaps doing something will improve your mood. What exactly can you do?”

With a hint of skepticism, Suleiman approached Margaret, who met his gaze without flinching. The corner of his mouth twitched as if amused.

“You think you can assist His Majesty with something?”

“What do you know?” Margaret questioned.

“I speak the lingua franca; I’m proficient in mathematics, history, and geography; riding is a basic skill; and I’m adept at hunting, so I can be of use anywhere, can’t I?”

“You’re quite capable.”

However, Suleiman didn’t seem to be expecting much from her. While she knew the lingua franca, her Borman grammar was poor, and despite learning history, she was unfamiliar with many aspects of this country’s culture. Geography, needless to say, was utterly useless in this foreign land. Yet, Suleiman didn’t point out these facts.

“After all, these are luxurious items that you can’t take with you to Bertha.”

“In that case, shall I offer it in silver coins?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what will you offer?”

Suleiman pursed his lips, his hand grazing her chest. He whispered softly into her ear.

“Shall I offer myself?”

“That’s not a joking matter.”

He pursed his lips again, chuckling softly.

“It’s not a joke.”

Suleiman swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Then, swiftly, he crossed his arms and discarded his clothes in one fell swoop, revealing his finely sculpted physique in the bright daylight.

“You act as though you’d diligently do anything I ask of you. But this… this isn’t right,” he taunted.

Margaret, incensed by his mocking tone, also shed her garments and succumbed once again to the emperor’s manipulation.

Resting her head on a soft pillow, Margaret felt utterly embarrassed by the posture she found herself in, on all fours with her buttocks high. The emperor spread her cheeks and delved into her with his tongue. The pillow muffled her moans, but the slurping sounds from below couldn’t be stifled, filling the bedroom with lewdness.

It would have been less shameful if it were night.

“Still hurting?” he asked.

“It’s fine, Your Majesty.”

“Not ‘Your Majesty,’ use my name.”

“It’s fine… mmm.”

He slid a finger deep inside her. He didn’t spank her anymore, not since she had returned his actions in kind. After learning that she reciprocated the deeds, he didn’t spank her again.

“Call me Rey.”

“Mmm… M-my lord.”

“….”

He inserted another finger and teased her insides. She squirmed as he probed her, struggling to make her call out his name. But it wasn’t easy. He withdrew his fingers and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth.

“Mmm… st-stop it.”

“If you call me Rey.”

“Ah… oh… ah.”

Despite her loud moans, Margaret stubbornly refused to call out his name. Just, ‘My lord, my lord, my lord!  ‘ Since her outburst about returning to Bertha, she has stubbornly maintained the same stance. Of course, it was she who had pressed the obligation upon herself as Kadima, but somehow, it felt unjust.

In the end, this was the only way to ease her mind. The man sucked on her clitoral area, saliva dripping. He lapped it up eagerly, his tongue languidly tracing her folds. Margaret’s response changed noticeably.

Margaret loved it when he did this.

Every twitch of her body, every moan—she remembered none of it in vain. The man’s tongue probed deep into her, desperately holding back his desire to penetrate her as he teased her clitoral area slowly with his fingers before increasing the pace.

“Ah, oh, ah…”

A light climax approached first. He eagerly sucked up the juices she released into his mouth. To him, it was just an action without much thought, but Margaret felt deeply embarrassed by it. As he continued to suck deliciously, her body reddened and mottled. Surely, her face would have turned crimson even without looking.

He wanted to see. As he sucked up every last drop of her juices, Suleiman slowly flipped Margaret over. As expected, her once white skin was now entirely flushed, as if painted with crimson. Margaret’s glazed blue eyes were intensely lustful.

“If you call me Rey, I can make you feel even better,” he whispered.

Suleiman lowered his pants. His throbbing member, which had been aching since earlier, sprung forth eagerly. As Margaret sat up, she suddenly grabbed his member lightly.

“My lord.”

Margaret called out to him in a soft voice, her gaze captivated by him. Oblivious to the fact that his face had turned as red as a woman’s, Suleiman didn’t realize it.

“My lord, I can make you feel even better.”

Margaret parted her crimson lips. Automatically, Suleiman’s lips parted too. But contrary to his expectations, her lips were directed towards his throbbing member, who was eagerly nodding in agreement.

As if sliding on a slippery slope, his member was sucked into her mouth. Suleiman looked down at her with disbelief. He was astonished.

Squelch.

With one hand grasping his member and the other sweeping the flowing hair behind her ear, Margaret couldn’t take it all in one go due to its size. So, she extended her tongue to lick it delicately and caressed it gently with her hand.

“Uhh… uhh…”

Suleiman supported his upper body with his arms, leaning his head back. Hot breaths escaped from deep within.

“What is this? What is this?”

He thought his member would only venture into her private, but he never imagined it would enter her mouth—that red, sucking mouth that had bitten and sucked his lips and tongue.

True to her skillful nature, Margaret soon managed to take his member deep into her mouth.

“Who… Ugh. Who are you, and why are you so good at this?”

With his member fully engulfed in her mouth, there was no response forthcoming. She was good at fighting, good at speaking, good at kissing, and… this too… What should he call this?

Gradually, his mind became hazy. With Margaret having been pleasuring his member for so long, he was already on the brink of climax. Overwhelmed by the intense desire to thrust vigorously, Suleiman grabbed Margaret’s hair but startled, he quickly let go and withdrew his hand. Seeing her reaction, Margaret widened her eyes and began sucking his member even harder.

Unable to resist any longer after witnessing her swollen, swollen lips vividly working his member, Suleiman could no longer hold back. Just a little more, as her buttocks wriggled slightly, he thrust into her deeply, reaching deep inside her throat. And then…

“Ugh-!!!!!”

His entire body tingled as he ejaculated into Margaret’s mouth. The pungent scent spread. So much semen flowed out that a faint, yellowish, sticky fluid dripped from her mouth.

The startled man quickly withdrew his member and brought his hand to Margaret’s chin.

“Spit it out! Spit it out!”

Staring at Suleiman, who was urgently shouting, Margaret’s blue eyes narrowed mischievously. Then she swallowed what was in her mouth in one gulp. The man, shocked, wiped away his traces from Margaret’s lips. Then, as if trying to erase any remaining evidence, he tried to insert his fingers into her mouth. However, Margaret forcefully pushed his hand away and said,

“You also had mine, didn’t you?”

Ah-!

Suleiman sighed deeply.