Night arrived.
Lyle, who had been waiting for the night to come while managing political affairs, left all the officials and headed to his residence as soon as the sunset.
Even as he was on my way to his residence, all he could think of was how he could seduce Medea and embrace her as much as he wanted.
Dinner would be served with Medea when he returned. Earlier in the day, he wished he had dragged her into the bedroom and had an early night. But he had to return to the Emperor's office without even raising his hand because he had promised to complete a couple of tasks.
'There was no helping it.'
Lyle stopped by another room to take a bath and groomed himself before going into the house with sneaky thoughts. As he entered the residence wearing a loose robe, Medea, who was sitting on the sofa, got up in a hurry. She was also dressed in a simple dress without a corset.
She wanted Lyle to take her right away, so as soon as she met Lyle's eyes, Medea's face turned red.
“……leave.”
When she spoke to the maids, they quietly left the Emperor's quarters.
Click.
The sound was clear even though the door was closing quietly because both of them were silent.
Lyle drew the hem of his gown and approached Medea.
“Millie, come here.”
As he spoke with his arms spread out, Medea's head was lowered down half-shamefully and took a step away. Lyle's mouth barely held in laughter when he walked up to her and held her in his arms.
Lyle was sure she was looking forward to doing something cute once, but he never intended to leave it simply like that.
'Tonight…….'
I was going to completely melt Medea and make her sleep tight first.
Lyle sighed deeply and made Medea look up to him from his chest. Her reaction quickly came as he held her fragrant lips.
“Huhunn…….”
Medea knew the joy of hugging Lyle, so a shallow groan flowed out. Lyle was going to enjoy the foreplay for as long as possible because he knew he could only do it once in the worst-case scenario.
“Hmm…. Uh-huh….….”
He sucked her soft lips and intertwined her sweet tongue with his. When he grabbed Medea's breasts over her dress, a gasp leaked out as her lips were soaked in spit.
When Lyle grazed and pinched the area where her nipples would be over her clothes, Medea twisted her body away, overwhelmed. The thought of Medea being so sensitive only under his touch, no one else, made Lyle excited with a deep satisfaction.
“Haaa….”
Medea looked a little embarrassed when he pulled her dress down in a hurry. Since he could only do it once, she thought he would do it in the bedroom.
“Ohh.”
Her breasts, not restricted by a corset, popped out the front of the hem as her dress was pulled down. Lyle couldn't control his fervor and buried his face between them. As he teased her erect nipples with his tongue while enjoying the soft skin, a sensitive sound leaked out of Medea's mouth.
“Ugh…….”
Lyle laughed as he remembered that he had put a lot of medicine on Medea's chest.
He grasped her breasts, rubbing them, her nipples stiff and jiggling in both of his hands.
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Your Majesty is annoying
Ficção HistóricaAlready the eighth suicide attempt.Empress Medea did not die again this time. But this time it's a little strange. "Memory loss?" Emperor Lyle is amused with Medea's operation. You've been tormenting me terribly this whole time, and now you've lost...