Your Majesty, I Want You

Enoch casually pulled out his handkerchief and wiped Arans moist lips clean.

Aran shook and twisted her head, perhaps unable to bear the stimulus.

Enoch snorted while wiping her. His sleeves grew damp from her wetness. He could feel an air of sorrow scattered all over the room. He thought of poking her a bit more, but he noticed her shoulders fluttering. A small, quiet sob followed.

Was she happy? Was this the reason for her tears? Enoch wondered, finding her figure cute and endearing.

Aran stood up, but she had trouble doing so. Regardless, she shook it off fiercely. She stumbled and came down from the desk. As her feet touched the ground, she staggered. Had Enoch not quickly help her, shed have injured herself.

Let me go

Aran twisted herself out of his embrace. Enoch let her go without a hitch. Aran stood upright and looked at him. Her strained body trembled visibly. A mixture of sorrow and anger rolled over her cheeks.

Youre Her voice was coarse and broken. Aran let out a deep breath. Do you find this amusing?

Aran drew out her courage and spit out the words she longed to say. The mans presence choked her like a mountain weighing her back.

The act they had done early was nothing as their rendezvous had all been done in secret, but today, Enoch brutally trampled down the smallest bit of pride she had left.

Tell me, do you find seeing me in misery amusing? Aran let out an angered and seething voice.

Theres nothing more important to me than you, Enochs calm voice further fueled Arans anger.

Why not put me in the dungeon for the rest of my life? Why do you continue to trample me down like this? Why not mock me more?!

Your Majesty? Enoch asked. It seemed he did not understand. Your Majesty, I am a servant ready at your command. You need not feel shame or pride. What you need and what, ask away.

Lies even at this moment, youre deceiving me youve never once followed my will!

His arrogant lips drew to a haughty smile. What I gave you, thats what you truly wanted.

Aran felt her eyes turn white.

The next moment, a sharp frictional sound cut the air.

Aran surprised herself. She swallowed a breath and stepped back. There were clear handprints belonging to her printed on his beautiful face.

Enoch reached out his hand towards her, his countenance expressionless.

The fearful Aran tried to escape in a hurry, but he was faster. She stiffened reflexively and curled her shoulders as tears welled up in her eyes.

Contrary to her expectations, Enoch swept over her disheveled hair. Enoch laughed as their eyes met.

Aran came to the sudden realization that her defiance further egged him on and further amused him. Her defiance was but a mere cat scratching its owner.

Dont be afraid of me, Your Majesty. I wont do anything to harm you.

Aran looked at her handprint on his cheek.

This isnt what you do to the empress you serve Aran answered powerlessly. Her anger did not subside, she had lost all her fighting spirit in a moment of fear.

Enoch pressed his luscious lips on her cheek.

But you chose to be my pawn in the first place, Your Majesty.

Aran shook her head at his whispers.

He was right.

It was she who chose a miserable life at his shallow mercy. If she was unable to withstand this life any further, she could merely run away and meet the hands of death. Countless of her forefathers were willing to die in the name of fame and pride.

Unfortunately, she did not inherit those traits from them.

Ill always be here for you, Your Majesty.

The palm of Enochs neck slowly stroked Arans neck.

Aran realized that he was warning her.

His lips came down hers and bit her tightly closed lips. Aran could not refuse his kiss. The tongue which licked her lips several times gently penetrated into her mouth. Aran opened her mouth as Enoch wished. The hot tongue scoured her teeth and the roof of her mouth.

Much to her dismay, Enoch knew her weak points.

Unngh

As he sucked her tongue slightly and bit her lips softly, Aran let out a small nasal sound.

Enoch chuckled lowly.

The vibrations from her throat were transmitted through her lips and to Enoch.

Fearing that shed fall, Aran hugged his neck and Enoch lifted her body firmly.

It looked like a sweet kiss between lovers, but Aran and Enoch knew that it was a cruel violence full of deception.

Aran trembled with fear throughout the kiss while Enoch licked her teardrops in the most cordial way.