Due To A Mishap, I Gave The King A Love Potion To Drink And I Became Queen Chapter 9-10

‘Nnn~!'

He lifted from the bottom, scooped the soft flesh pus.h.i.+ng them together and caressed them. Iris felt her body begin to tingle as his warm hands warmed her.

But Iris was beginning to feel embarra.s.sed watching him do this, and she was puzzled by the feeling growing in her lower abdomen. She pushed Ernest's hands away.

‘Hold on a moment…' she said,

‘Iris?'

‘C-could you…' please stop touching my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Please stop staring; she really wanted to tell him to stop, but she was too timid.

‘Um…' But Ernest was aroused because of the love potion she had unintentionally given him. So aside from the problem of becoming Queen, she felt responsible for quelling his fever.

She really did not think a ‘calm everyday' was waiting for her should she become betrothed to the King. To be honest, she wanted to run away.

All this happened because she failed. Because of this, she could not help thinking there was no other way.

Above all, it was very dangerous to continue resisting. Ernest was willing to do these things to her in the ballroom where all the guests were. Rather than being taken in the ballroom with all the guests, it would be better to get it done here.

But...But.

It was one thing to take responsibility, tolerating the fondling was another.

He had told her he preferred her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s to large ones, even though it was easy to see that was true, Iris did not have such thick nerves. Rather, she didn't want him paying any attention to them. She took deep breaths as she looked into the l.u.s.t clouded golden eyes.

‘Ernest, do not bother with me...instead...um...Ernest…'

Although, she was twenty, she was inexperienced and only had a broad knowledge of proceedings. So the indecent words she wanted to say were disproportionate to someone like her. However, she still felt too embarra.s.sed to say them out loud. She blushed.

Ernest smiled at her and continued his fondling.

‘Ah~ oh~'

‘Don't panic. You wanted me do so something? Well I guess we could do it another time.'

‘But! Ah~ but…'

Ernest kissed her refusal away and entangled her tongue with his.

It seemed as though her body had firmly recognised kissing as something pleasurable, contrary to her resistant mind, her body was direct in her acceptance of him. (Zuben: thank zeus for the body's acceptance because we were beginning to feel somehow about the whole thing)

He sucked up her tongue making obscene sounds emerge, then gently kissed and licked her mouth. At the same time, his gentle hands fondled and ma.s.saged her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Iris began to wriggle her waist unconsciously.

Ernest broke the kiss and asked in a whisper near her ears, ‘Iris, have you heard?'

He sucked and bit on her earlobe, making her grow red in embarra.s.sment.

Iris tried to reply, but when she tried to speak a loud mewl like a kitten emerged, making her blush deepen. Ernest's hands began to grope her more firmly,

‘I heard that if a woman's b.r.e.a.s.t.s are fondled by her husband, they will grow. However, I am not certain about the veracity of this, but it is worth trying, isn't it?'

His breath was like the tickle of a feather against her ear.

She wondered if it would really work. Although, she was a bit lost, she would like to try at least just to get rid of her complex on the matter.

Ernest, whose golden eyes had been watching her like a hawk, did not miss her contemplation, ‘If you become my wife, I could use my privilege as your husband to try and get them as big as you want.' (Zuben: *squiff squiff squiff*)

‘But…'

‘And you can continue to make lace. While I think you will be quite busy with your duties as Queen, I will support you as much as I can.'

Once more, Ernest proposed to her, waiting for her tacit approval of him. Even though, he said his body was hot due to the love potion, it looked that Ernest was still in full control of his faculties. His attractive offer compelled Iris to nod in agreement in spite of her misgivings.

Surely, it was because of the pleasure his hot breath on her ear and his large hands on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were inducing.

Ernest was beginning to skilfully capture her. Just to push her into his arms, he added,

‘Do you think that anyone in this country would be able to scoff or look down at you when you become my wife?'

‘Ernest…' How did he know of her plight? The first time they had any contact was tonight at the ball, and that was because of the love potion. It was as though he had read her mind and knew her heartache.

‘I…' his offer was attractive.

She would be able to escape from Leticia and their constant arguments, if she closed her eyes and accepted the situation.

But, Iris did not feel she was qualified to be Queen. She had manipulated the heart of the King with a love potion. Doing that to become Queen was a big sin she should never have committed.

Even though, she thought this way, his offer was like a fragrant flower and she was like a bee tempted by the sweet scent of nectar it was giving off. Foolish Iris could not out rightly say no. She looked at Ernest with eyes full of shame and tears.

But his eyes met hers and he growled, ‘I do not like that expression on your face. It seems I would have to plant my everything inside you.'

Ernest was a human; he could not wholly be a wonderful and wise person.

Iris had regained some calm and tried to escape the hot gaze that felt as though it was setting her ablaze. She tried to take his hand off her, once he was away from her, there would be no worry of her body being seen by him.

Iris breathed an inward sigh of relief, but then to her dismay, he said,

‘Oh you would like to me to take everything off…?

‘What? No, wait!!'

Without further ado, he undid her corset, whipped her dress, chemise and drawers off.

‘What are you doing?' she protested. She had been abruptly stripped naked as the day she was born.

But Ernest did not seem fazed by her discomfiture.

She curled up to hide from his l.u.s.tful golden gaze that seemed to want to burn holes in her, but he dropped kissed up her back, sucking on her skin leaving red blooms across the white expanse.

He pulled her against him and whispered in her ear, ‘My beautiful Iris, I love you.'

But Iris knew he did not really love her, his affections were as a result of the love potion. Yet, she wondered why his words made her heart ring and her head cloudy like she was feverish.

Ernest turned her over with ease, and wrapped his hands around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Iris' eyes widened and she gasped,

‘Ah~ no~'

‘They're firm like blue peaches before they ripen.'

‘Ernest, don't say such…' Some things are better left unsaid, she protested in her mind. Her violet eyes were teary from embarra.s.sment. But it just seemed to inflame him further. Every time he looked at her the l.u.s.t in his eyes had grown and she felt like food before a hungry beast.

‘Oh Iris, you arouse me so.'

‘Eh...?'

‘Your presence itself can stir me up, and I can't seem to help it.'

That's because of the love potion, she thought in reply. But her heart was accepting his sweet words, and the ferocious sparkle in his eyes was making her heart throb. His hands slid up her skin to her red nipples.  

♔ 10 Pleasure:  ‘Ah~' she could not help but cry out as a sweet paralysis spread through her body.

‘Hmm, does this make you feel good?'

Was it because he had taken the time to caress her b.r.e.a.s.t.s carefully? (Zuben: Does this question have a point?)

Her nipples were now hard, begging to be touched and when he ran his hand over them a deep wave of pleasure gripped Iris and she grabbed the sheets in response.

‘Oh~no...please...ah~ stop~'

Ernest rubbed the red buds with the belly of his thumbs, the inescapable sensations swept through her and she gripped the sheets even tighter.

‘Don't lie to me, Iris, your waist is swaying.' he pointed out with a faint smile as he pulled up her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Then he let go and his touch was feather light. Iris was at his mercy, tears filled her eyes.

‘Oh oh~ Er...nest...ah~'

She wanted him to stop, but any action she took, seemed only incited Ernest's pa.s.sion.

‘Calling my name is a foul.' he said his hot eyes burning though her.

‘Huh…'

Why was he just staring at her nipples? Just as she was wondering, he took a deep breath seemingly to bolster himself brought his face close to her chest, and took a hardened nipple in his mouth.

‘Ah~'

His warm mouth around her nipples produced an indescribably sweet numbness, Iris realised something flowed from between her legs. But Ernest did not stop, he sucked harder making the bud in his mouth harden even more,

‘So sweet, the body of a woman...no, I think it is just your body that is so sweet.' (Zuben: I think this requires extensive research, more ladies to be tasted, maybe some gentlemen...)

‘What are you saying…ah!'

She didn't understand what he was saying, but he sounded happy out it, but at that moment Ernest pushed the hard nipple down with his tongue as though he was trying to taste the elasticity.

Even when she shook her head from side to side, no matter how hard she held the sheets, she could not mitigate the pleasure he was giving her.

‘Iris, do you think you made a good mistake?' he asked

‘It's not... the same ah~'

Even though she was trying to the deny it, she was aware that somewhere deep inside she did not dislike what he was doing to her. Ernest laughed and continued to suck on one nipple while teasing the other with his nail.

‘Ya, ya a~a...I feel strange...' She felt like she was being driven mad, her head and body were aflame. There was an ache between her legs, so much so she rubbed her legs together unconsciously to ease it.

‘Iris, I will have all of you. From now on, the only person who can see you like this is me alone.'

He switched from one nipple to the other, and Iris was suddenly overcome by a mysterious feeling as though she had been thrown over the clouds.

She cried out.

She felt something warm and strange seep out from between her legs. What on earth was that? While trying to think but her brain was not working quite well, the handsome face that had become intimately familiar within a short time hovered over hers.

He kissed her. Iris unconsciously opened her mouth and let him in. Their tongues entwined creating slick obscene sounds. He sucked on her tongue and licked her lips. But the warmth and soft stimulus made Iris feel good but also longing for something more.

His large hand stroked down her body, down to the light sprinkling of hair between her legs to the s.p.a.ce between her legs.

‘Oh, you are wet.'

Why did he have to say these things out loud? She wondered. She turned away from him timidly.

Ernest gave a troubled sigh,

‘It's useless, you're just too arousing.'

‘What..?'

‘Your reactions are just too cute.'

She could not fathom what Ernest had said for a moment; cute was a word reserved for her sister. That word was not familiar to her; there was a surprise in her eyes. But she was both troubled and excited like a little rabbit. (Zuben: Are you sure you want to be a rabbit? That's your sister's shtick.)

‘Ernest…'

‘Is something the matter?'

‘Um, no…'

She didn't know why she had called his name. She thought it was because she was glad that he had called her cute. Iris became bashful and closed her eyes to avoid the source of her discomfiture.

Ernest kissed the closed lids and went back down to her chest, while his other hand parted her damp petals,

‘Oh! Oh my! Wait!'

‘That is impossible, I can't hold back anymore.' he said, as he took a breast in his mouth and his other hand scooped at the honey pouring out of her the moment he sucked on her breast.

‘Oh!' Something trembled inside her lower abdomen and shot through her body as he ran his finger up and down her petals. Her nipple was grazed with his teeth and pleasure caused her to pull at the sheets.

‘Iris, don't grab that.' Ernest said as he took her hand and entwined her hand in his. The connection made her embarra.s.sed. She felt she would hold him so tightly she would leave marks in his hand. (Zuben: I think that is the idea)

Ernest looked at her hand as though he was looking at something precious.

‘Don't grab the sheets, you should hold on to me.'

‘But...but...ahn~'

His breath felt hot against her moist red bud, Iris could not control the undulations of her waist. She tightened her grip on his hand. Ernest smiled at that, and continued to trace the seam of her s.e.x that was wet with her nectar. He pushed in and found the projection that sat atop her inner petals.

What did Ernest do?
She knew where he was touching but pleasure had come from a place that she had never touched before. It was too much; the wound up Iris tightened her grip on his hand,
‘Nn! Ah~ don't touch there…'

‘It's all right, I heard that any woman would enjoy it if you touch her here.' he said gently as he stroked the delicate hand in his with his thumb. Contrary to his gentle expression and tone, the fingers touching her s.e.x were unforgiving.

He coated his finger with her nectar and rubbed the fluid on the engorged bud. A heat that should not possibly come from touching such a small part sprang up surprising Iris, she tried to get away.

‘Iris, don't run away. I'm still doing something pleasant.'

‘Ah but…!'

Ernest sucked on her nipples teasing Iris who wanted to escape from too much pleasure. She was. .h.i.t by a slight pain and more pleasure followed. She grasped his silver hair with her other hand. Ernest smiled at that, and continued to tease her flower core with his fingers. As he stroked in circles, the pleasure acc.u.mulated and more nectar poured from her.

‘Oh, no...no more…' she cried. Even when she shook her head in protest, she could not escape it. Her fingers gripped his hand and hair tighter. He continued to lave at her nipples as he teased her petals, and Iris' back began to arch,

‘Don't worry, let yourself go.'

She felt like she was drowning in a sea of sensuality. Ernest crushed her engorged bud under his finger, and behind Iris' eyes there was a flash and dazzling stars burst in her head making her tearful.

She was thankful for his warm hand holding hers as she sank into ecstasy for the first time, or she feared she would have drowned.

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