❝I pledge my unwavering loyalty to you, my empress.❞
⋆ An alternate universe where various manhwas are in the same world.
➳ 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫...
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"Ngh! M-mmh! Ah...!~"
Sweet, breathless moans reverberated throughout the room, filling the air with an intoxicating melody.
Your face flushed, a single tear streaming down your cheek, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Hickeys and love bites adorned your skin.
Medea's soft pants echoed in harmony with your own, her cheeks tinted with a blush that matched the intensity of the moment. As she watched your reactions, she thrust her two fingers inside you, the sensation eliciting a mixture of pleasure and slight pain.
Your chest heaved with every breath, and your nails dug into her back, desperate for something to anchor yourself to amidst the torrent of sensations.
'Was this the attention she had spoken of?' Thoughts swirled in your mind amidst the haze of desire.
Both of your bodies glistened with perspiration, the room filled with the heady scent of desire. Medea's other hand firmly gripped your hips, holding you in place, as disheveled clothes were littered on the floor.
With her face inches from yours, her breath mingling with your own, the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips, Medea whispered, "If I were to return to my homeland, even if only for a week..."
Her words paused as she passionately claimed your lips, a searing kiss that muffled your moans, before she broke away, her brows furrowing slightly as a small, faint smirk graced her lips.
"Will you miss me, your majesty?"
Your breath hitched at her question, desire and affection mingling in your eyes as you cupped her cheeks, your bodies pressed together.
"O-Of course... hah," you managed to speak between breaths, your voice laced with sincerity and vulnerability.
"I will always miss you when you're not by my side," you confessed with a weary smile, your words interlaced with the rhythm of your heavy panting.
Medea's gaze held yours for a lingering moment before she tightened her grip on your hips. "Good. Until then, let us spend more time together today," she whispered softly, a satisfied, sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she continued to move her fingers with purpose.
(Don't hate me on this one pls 😭)
-•-
The following morning, you emerged from Medea's chambers, your body cleansed and adorned in elegant attire. However, your respite was short-lived as your secretary called out to you from a distance.
"Your majesty! I have been searching for you!" he exclaimed, rushing toward you, gasping for breath. His sense of urgency piqued your curiosity, prompting a furrow in your brow.
"What's the matter?" you inquired, your voice laced with concern, as he patted his chest in an attempt to regain his composure.
"Your parents wish to dine with you for breakfast," he declared between soft pants, the urgency of his words lingering in the air. You frowned slightly at the prospect, contemplating the best course of action.
"Can't one of the knights inform me instead? You already have enough on your plate," you suggested, hoping to alleviate some of the burdens placed upon your secretary.
The secretary averted his gaze, feigning a dramatic sob as he wiped away imaginary tears with a cloth that materialized seemingly out of thin air. You were taken aback by the sudden display.
"Wow, I can't believe Her Majesty, the one who keeps me perpetually busy, is genuinely concerned about my well-being," he cooed, his voice dripping with sarcasm and feigned sentimentality, though you couldn't quite grasp the origin of the cloth.
"No, I just simply did not wish to see you at this moment," you retorted, your tone deadpan, causing the man to deflate with disappointment.
"Regardless, please inform them that I am unable to join them for breakfast. Perhaps lunch would be more suitable, as I have made arrangements to dine with one of my concubines," you stated nonchalantly, dismissing the matter at hand.
The secretary sweat-dropped, nodding in understanding before bowing. "Understood."
"Now, off you go, Xael. Shoo shoo. I must pay a visit to Leilin in her quarters," you muttered as you waved your hand dismissively, gesturing for him to leave.
He complied, carrying out your instructions and heading off to relay your message to your parents.
-•-
Leilin sat in her chair, engrossed in writing a letter to her father. The ink flowed gracefully across the parchment as she delicately maneuvered the quill.
"Leilin~" you hummed softly, your beaming presence peeking through the doorway, instantly capturing her attention.
"Your majesty," she responded, her smile tinged with surprise, as she paused in her writing, setting the quill aside.
"What are you up to? I have brought us breakfast," you inquired with a curious, faint smile, stepping into the room, holding a tray with both hands.
"Oh, I was just composing a letter to my father," she replied, moving the paper aside and rising from her seat.
"I see. Did you receive a letter from Duke Candmione today?" you asked, your curiosity piqued as you placed the tray on the nearby surface.
Leilin nodded, her expression brightening as she responded, "Yes, I did. Just moments ago."
"Please inform him that I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to meet him soon. He is welcome to visit our empire," you spoke delightfully as you prepared the utensils, Leilin approaching the round table and taking her seat.
"Of course, your majesty. I will convey your message," she replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth and commitment.
-•-
"That insolent child..."
The words slipped from your mother's lips with an air of disdain, her grip on the spoon tightening in frustration.
"How dare she prioritize dining with Miss Leilin over us, her own parents?"
Your father, his expression frosty, added to the conversation with a cold tone, crossing his arms as he spoke. "This is to be expected. She has always displayed an excessive fondness for them. However, the fact that she maintains a harem, indulging in relationships with women as her concubines, is a disgrace to our royal family."
Your brother, Gideon, observed your parents for a moment, his countenance revealing a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
He released a derisive scoff before resuming his meal, a glimmer of superiority in his eyes.
'If I were the one in power, I would have proven myself a more capable ruler than her.'
