Predatory Marriage — Chapter 87. Don’t worry (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editors: Eyljee, Regan
S3x with Ishakan never ended normally. It always continued until she couldn’t take it anymore, with him pushing her physical and mental limits to breaking point. If they kept going this way, it could only end with her untimely death. Leah was sure that it really could kill her.
She was drifting in confusion, just on the edge of lucidity, when a voice brought her back to her senses.
“You really have no conscience. You were very hard on her…”
Was this a dream or reality? Leah lay still as she listened, unable to even lift her eyelids. The speaker continued, a litany of complaints.
“You didn’t have a ceremony, so she shouldn’t be pregnant, but still you have gone too far! What will we do now that you’ve bitten her like this? The princess has to wear dresses!”
A firm hand slid gently through Leah’s hair, stroking affectionately. The sensation came through a haze, and she found it a little uncomfortable.
‘I agree. Ishakan, you have been too hard this time,” said a second voice.
“It’s amazing that the princess made it back alive!” exclaimed the first voice.
Another voice joined the conversation, unconcerned.
“Get out of here. I’ll listen to all your complaints later.” A hand cupped her cheek, and the speaker let out a faint laugh. “You’re both too noisy. She’ll wake up because of you.”
The other two voices instantly fell silent. Once it seemed they weren’t going to speak again, Leah felt fatigue wash over her once more, and she drifted back to sleep under that caressing hand, as if it were gently leading her to oblivion.
When Leah finally opened her eyes, she found that her head was resting on a muscular thigh. Blinking, she looked up, trying to get her bearings. A warm hand brushed her hair back from her eyes.
“Are you awake?”
Leah stirred. Her body was numb and her mind was foggy, and Ishakan shifted her so she could lean against his chest. His large hands held her carefully, as if she were made of fine and fragile porcelain. Bending his head, he kissed her lovingly, and cold water flowed from his mouth into hers. Leah swallowed automatically, and Ishakan put a jug to his lips, then let her drink it from him again. Thirstily, she swallowed every drop, and once she was sufficiently hydrated, Ishakan’s tongue followed the water between her lips, licking her teeth and tickling the roof of her mouth.
A small moan escaped her and he chuckled, moving closer for another kiss. One hand gently caressed her cheek and curved under her chin, sliding down to her bre4sts. Slipping under the thin material of her nightgown, he pinched her sensitive n!pples with his thumb and forefinger.
Her hips moved on their own in dreamy response, spurred by the sensations. The hand at her back slid down, patting her backside in passing, brushing against her thighs to tug the hem of her nightgown. His fingertips brushed her growing wetness and she came back to her senses with a jolt.
Quickly, she pushed him away, and Ishakan retreated obediently, smiling as he lifted his hand to lick his fingers. Her cloudy mind cleared and memories of the previous night flooded back. Leah glanced down at her belly reflexively and then up at Ishakan. Her face was pale.
“Don’t worry, you’re not pregnant.” he said, in answer to her mortification.
Leah pursed her lips. How? It was impossible that she wouldn’t be. She clearly remembered his manhood pulsing inside her, flooding her with impossible amounts of his s3men.
“If you are questioning my fertility, you are mistaken. We must perform a ceremony before mating to allow pregnancy. All Kurkans must do so.”
Leah closed her eyes, breathing a deep sigh of relief. He hugged her and whispered mischievously in her ear.
“What? Are you sad? Did you want to have a baby with me?”
“Or did you have fun yesterday? If you want, I’ll always do it like last night.”
She stared at him and Ishakan laughed.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Not very long. The sun hasn’t risen yet.”
At least she had awakened early. Leah was relieved, but Ishakan frowned as if disappointed. She ignored him, rising hurriedly. But while her mind was prepared, her body was not. Her legs wobbled and she would have collapsed immediately if Ishakan hadn’t moved quickly to catch her.
“Where are you going?”
The answer was obvious, but she said it anyway.
“To the palace. I have to get back.”
“Leave after breakfast.” As if he had been expecting her rejection, Ishakan smiled, his eyes warm. “If you have breakfast with me, I’ll tell you something interesting.”