FLBE Chapter 8 Part 8

Unaware of his obsession, she closed her eyes as she accepted his soft, squishy tongue burrowing into her mouth. The kiss, performed with her back arched and her head thrown back, felt distinctly different. Shivering at this unfamiliar sensation, Liena clutched Roan’s neck and passionately pressed her lips against his.

 

 

 

Roan’s hand, which had been caressing her sticky, sweaty br*ast soaked with saliva, slid down and pressed firmly on her lower abdomen. At that moment, the savage brute, which had been docilely embedded, once again began its vigorous thrusting.

 

 

 

“Ah! Uhmm, hmmp!”

 

 

 

What kind of education does a Saintess receive that even allows for such a pose? The d*ck, slipping in and out between her b*ttocks, repeatedly pounded and fled from the spot he had pressed on her lower belly. With the man behind her and kissing while feeling up her entire body, and roughly hitting her most sensitive inner walls, it was a blissful ecstasy beyond words.

 

 

 

Overwhelmed by the intense sensations flooding in, Liena groaned in pain yet clenched tightly below. Already a mess from her fl*ids, her lower part became even more muddled by his relentless thrusts.

 

 

 

As she detached her lips from exhaustion, he then firmly grabbed both her br*asts like handles and thrust his hips. The sound of their skin slapping together and the impact on her womb echoed simultaneously in Liena’s head.

 

 

 

With the thrusting intensifying, Liena’s head shook as she covered her mouth. When the man’s hand that had been clutching her br*asts clung to her v*lva, she instinctively spread her knees wide to gladly receive his hand.

 

 

 

Her br*asts were kneaded, her cl*t relentlessly rubbed, and her deep insides mercilessly pounded by his d*ck. She couldn’t endure it any longer as she saw sparks before her eyes and threw her head back.

 

 

 

“Ah, ah… Uh, oh, ahnnnnggggg! Roan!”

 

 

 

As she reached her cl*max, Roan grimaced and shook his hips back and forth more fiercely. Her tightly clenched inner walls tightly gripped his d*ck. Trying to move in that tight space, Roan too found it hard to hold back.

 

 

 

Her moans doubled his excitement, and without any break from her cl*max, Liena screamed continuously from the pl*asure that struck her.

 

 

 

“Ah! Roan! Roan! Ugh! Uh, uh…”

 

 

 

“Uhkk! Haaug…”

 

 

 

Roan, looked satisfied as he planted his seed inside her. It was something that should never have happened, but the corrupt Pope even became greedy for his seed to be born in her body. Even though he thought himself mad, Roan tightly embraced Liena and poured out every last drop inside her.

 

 

 

Exhausted to the point of death, Liena flopped down on the bed, gasping for air as if she could pass away at any moment.

 

 

 

Even as he wiped her messy, w*t p*ssy with her legs spread wide, Liena couldn’t even open her eyes. As her vision began to blur, she murmured with her eyes fluttering.

 

 

 

“Truly a corrupt… demon…”

 

 

 

After uttering a phrase that might have been a joke or the truth, Liena fell into a deep sleep. Roan chuckled, cleaned her up, laid her down properly, and then, as he kissed her forehead, he whispered softly.

 

 

 

“Demons only spread their wings at night. However, the corrupt pope does not distinguish between day and night. I will give you some time to rest. Another lesson awaits you tonight.”

 

 

 

Roan kissed her lips and smiled gently, a holy and serene smile, yet his multicolored eyes did not return to their ashen hue.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

The next day, Roan stood in front of the carriage, his expression chillingly cold. Despite him having wooed her throughout the night, she had insisted on visiting the Imperial palace.

 

 

 

“Cheer up. I’ll be back soon.”

 

 

 

“If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I’ve already finished talking with the emperor.”

 

 

 

“Even if I’m going to live here from now on, I need to say goodbye. I want to thank those who have helped me. We can’t just part like this.”

 

 

 

“You are not parting. You can always travel between the palace and the temple.”

 

 

 

“Emma tried to stop me that day, but I came anyway. They must be worried by now. I’ll just show my face to let them know I’m alright and then I’ll come back.”

 

 

 

Roan knew why she wanted to go, yet he didn’t want to let her leave. Usually, he wouldn’t have minded, but today, he felt unusually reluctant.

 

 

 

The emperor was a problem, but something else, an ominous premonition, made him act like a petulant child.

 

 

 

Why do I feel this way? He had a foreboding feeling that if he let her go, he might never see her again.

 

 

 

What if the emperor decided to keep her hidden? Then this alliance would be over at that moment. He was prepared to reveal his true colors and not shy away from war. Moving his plans forward wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

 

 

 

Yet, he felt uneasy without knowing why.

 

 

 

“Haah…”

 

 

 

Roan sighed deeply, brushing back his silver hair as he looked up at the sky. His face was clearly frustrated.

 

 

 

Liena felt just as stifled seeing the man who had never been stubborn suddenly act this way. Her voice fell flat as she muttered,

 

 

 

“If Roan is like this… i-it makes me uncomfortable.”

 

 

 

“…!”

 

 

 

“So, please send me off with a smile. I’ll be right back.”

 

 

 

He was even more frustrated because he knew she refused to accompany him out of dislike for the idea. Liena had staunchly declined to go with him because he had shown his murderous intent towards the emperor in front of her multiple times.

 

 

 

‘Her stubbornness is unbreakable.’

 

 

 

Struggling to calm his boiling emotions, Roan returned to his usual demeanor and faced her.

 

 

 

“You must return quickly. You know there is still much for you to learn, right?”

 

 

 

“…Yes.”

 

 

 

“Saintess.”

 

 

 

“Yes…?”

 

 

 

“…Have a safe trip.”

 

 

 

He almost blurted out how much he would miss her, but swallowed those words, instead smiled gently as he usually did while helping her into the carriage. He then watched silently until her waving figure had completely disappeared from sight.

 

 

 

Though they had just parted, he immediately felt an emptiness. It’s true when they say—you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone. Her absence at that moment made him feel profoundly lonely.

 

 

 

Looking at the empty space where she had been, Roan muttered bitterly,

 

 

 

“You must return soon before I wither away and die.”