AWWEWNR Chapter 43 🔞

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“Never look around, Lord Shia.”

 

“I understand.”

 

Standing in front of Lloyd on the bed, Hanaella took the pledge from Shia for the fourth time. 

 

Then, as Lloyd pulled back the hem of his robe, turning to Shia, who was sitting with his back to them, looking distant and nervous again, he added.

 

“You must never look back.”

 

“Yes.”

 

His reply was dry, and when he turned to Lloyd, Hanaella glanced up at him with a wistful expression. 

 

Lloyd gently kissed the spot on Hanaella’s bare stomach where his gaze met hers, then lifted her upper body a little further and captured her prominent breasts with his lips.

 

Flinch—

 

When Hanaella flinched, Lloyd placed both hands on her hips and began licking her bud in earnest. 

 

Hanaella put her hands on Lloyd’s shoulders, feeling her legs grow weak. She pursed her lips to keep a moan from escaping her mouth but was restrained by Lloyd’s thumb.

 

“Don’t hold it in, Hana. Let your voice be heard.”

 

Lloyd said, prying Hanaella’s mouth open with his thumb. Hanaella’s eyes narrowed at what seemed to be a bizarre gesture. 

 

Seeing this, Lloyd traced an arc of her lips and began to suckle her bud again.

 

“Mmm… yeah, ha…”

 

Hanaella’s hands tousled Lloyd’s hair. 

 

Shia’s throat moved with a whimper, and though he dared not imagine what they were doing behind his back, the slurping sounds and Hanaella’s restrained moans sent shivers down his spine.

 

“Ahh!” 

 

Shia’s body flinched at Hanaella’s moan. 

 

It was a moan that came as a result of Lloyd’s fingers inside her clenched and wet walls as she leaned against his shoulder.

 

“You’re wet.”

 

Lloyd said in a hushed voice. He rubbed one finger against the inner lining, and her hips rocked weakly against her will.

 

After a couple of strokes inside the lining, he withdrew his finger, and Hanaella’s hips jerked. It was a sign not to pull out, but Lloyd wanted his manhood inside her now.

 

As Lloyd took his erection and aligned it with her opening, Hanaella’s insides clenched in anticipation of being filled. 

 

Lloyd’s hands around her hips gripped her waist and pushed down slowly, helping her to take it in at a more relaxed pace.

 

“Ha, yeah… hmm.”

 

Stopping short of swallowing the entire length of his member, Hanaella buried her face in Lloyd’s neck and moaned. It was too much.

 

“You might as well take it all in.”

 

Lloyd said in a hushed voice, stroking Hanaella’s waist gently to reassure her, and then, without warning, he thrust down on her.

 

“Ahhh!”

 

Hanaella moaned as he lowered until their hairy bodies touched, and she threw her arms around Lloyd’s neck. She gasped as her insides felt tighter than before. 

 

And with Hanaella’s sobs and breathless moans, the erection inside her tight confines swelled even more, her inner walls squeezing against it.

 

‘This position is hard.’

 

Lloyd shifted, holding her close to him, and when he laid her down on the bed, she wrapped her legs around his waist without being asked.

 

Breathing hotly, Lloyd began to move his hips. His long member slid in slowly, and Hanaella’s hips bucked with it. 

 

He thrust in quickly, piercing her inner walls, and she began to moan sweetly, throwing her head back.

 

The legs wrapped around Lloyd’s waist unraveled and spread apart, and with a quick hip thrust, Hanaella’s body shook, her mouth spewing out a string of grunts.

 

Lloyd covered Hanaella’s lips with his own. 

 

The sound was meant for Shia, but the thought of Shia hearing her sweet moans as she climaxed filled him with an unknown jealousy.

 

Sitting with his back to them, listening to it all, he understood the meaning of Hanaella’s cry of ‘No’. 

 

There was no such outcry when she engaged in the act with him.

 

‘What difference does it make…?’

 

Shia wondered. But he couldn’t look back because he was told not to. Shia swallowed dryly, resisting the urge to touch his achingly erect manhood.

 

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Returning home, Rosaryn walked quickly to Tharrott’s office. She burst through the door without knocking and flopped down on the couch to vent her frustration.

 

“If only that stupid woman had gotten things right at the coming-of-age ceremony, I wouldn’t have been treated like this!”

 

Closing the papers he had been reading, Tharrott asked her what was troubling her.

 

“What’s wrong?! Don’t even mention marriage unless I give Duke Delioffe control of the Demon Exterminators’ supplies.”

 

“…”

 

“Really. That insignificant woman has somehow managed to catch the Crown Prince’s eye and mess up my plans.”

 

Rosaryn muttered, covering her forehead with her hand. Tharrott came to sit across from her and interlocked their fingers.

 

“Your plans, then. You’d better get on with it.”

 

For a moment, Rosaryn felt a strange gleam in Tharrott’s eyes, but then she smiled as he squeezed her hand and said, “So that the future you envisioned for us will be certain.” 

 

“Yes, indeed, Tharo. To our future.”

 

Rosaryn squeezed Tharo’s hand.

 

“But do you think that Lady Hanaella will ever want to visit us again? Do you have a plan in mind?”

 

“I do.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“She’ll probably send a letter of refusal to any of my tea parties for the time being, so the host of this one will be Brandz.”

 

“…Lady Brandz…?”

 

“Yep. She needs the money now, so she’ll have no choice but to do me a favor.”

 

“So you’re going to use the Delphiter in the estate of the Lady Brandz?”

 

“No. Why would I use it there?”

 

“So…”

 

“Hanaella will be coming here to attend the tea party that Brandz is hosting, because something has come up at the Count’s estate, and the tea party will be moved here for the day.”

 

“…But do you think she’ll just come here? She’ll be wary of us in more ways than one.”

 

“We’ll get her to come, don’t worry, that’s up to Brandz. If that fails, we have another way.”

 

“…”

 

“Don’t worry about anything else, just think about getting Hanaella, body and soul.”

 

‘Body… and soul… if that’s really the case, I’ll have nothing to be sorry about.’ 

 

Tharrott licked his lips with his tongue, eager to have Hanaella in his arms as soon as possible.

 

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Shia had teleported to the Crown Prince’s bedchamber as part of the covenant, so he had to stay with Lloyd in his chambers until Hanaella left the palace and boarded the carriage. 

 

Lloyd had ordered this because he had never been inside the palace, and he feared that if he left with Hanaella, it would cause another upheaval in the heavily guarded palace. 

 

It was still reeling from the events of the hunting festival.

 

The accidental wound was compounded by his regret at not being able to send Hanaella back, so he decided to break and widen the wound to bring her back.

 

Sitting on the couch with his head resting on the couch, languorous after his satisfying interaction with her, he frowned weakly when he caught sight of Shia, sitting erect and unperturbed by Hanaella’s words to wait here.

 

For a moment, he wondered how this man, who was bound to her by a life covenant, might engage with her. 

 

But he stopped thinking about it, lest the childlike feelings that welled up in his heart should send an arrow flying at him.

 

‘No one deserves to be angry, not even the one who shared her life.’ 

 

He could not show his greed, for Hanaella was not his woman yet, not even as a mere fake lover, and he himself did not know if he would ever be able to make her a Crown Princess. 

 

Part of him wants to do whatever it takes to make her Crown Princess and take her completely under his wing, but he knows it won’t be easy, and that she wouldn’t want it.

 

And yet, he couldn’t help but feel greedy. 

 

A fit of jealousy that had nowhere else to go.

 

“Since you signed a life covenant, you and Hanaella will share death together.”

 

Lloyd asked Shia, who sat like a statue, his face expressionless.

 

“Yes.” answered Shia.