Chapter 82: The Lady and Sweetness

The large bathroom was softly lit. Rose petals floated above the water in the large bathtub, and the scent of flowers filled the space. (Zuben: One day, in novel land, there will be an extinction of roses and the reason will be constantly having petals in baths)

'Hn~' a sweet sigh was expelled from her lips as he was kissing her.

Amber was sitting in Ernest's arms in the water.

'Amber…' Ernest called her name full of love. He returned to kissing her, entwining his tongue with hers.

Amber felt euphoric.

After the truth coming out and Ernest explained himself to her, they had made love. Amber had wanted to clean up, but Ernest had insisted on coming along.

Ernest carried on kissing her; she could hear the obscene sound of their kissing. The sound caused a hopeful ache in Amber. Ernest's large hand roamed Amber' body stoking the flames of her desire. She could not help but moan.

The hard erection was like a creature with different intentions, (Zuben: different intentions? I'm sure the intentions are the same) when she touched his hard-muscled chest as she clung to him, he reacted. Amber found it strange, but she reached out and touched the hot wedge curiously, she found it rather cute and strange.

Ernest hugged her tighter to stop her movements, 'My Princess likes mischief,' he said.

His breath was hot against her ear, she blushed. She only realized the boldness of her action.

'Um, I didn't…I wasn't…' she stammered out feeling as though she did something wrong. Ernest looked at Amber who was upset, he chuckled.

'I can't handle the bold you; you're too adorable.' He told her.

She felt it was shameful, but her body throbbed in response to his lustrous voice. Amber closed her eyes trying to bear the growing heat within her.

At that moment, Ernest lifted her and placed her on the edge of the bathtub.

'This past week, I was the only one taking pleasure. So tonight, I'm going to give you pleasure.'

'Eh…?'

While he had indeed been forceful this past week, Amber had felt pleasure. Amber wondered why he would think such a thing. Maybe he had felt guilty when Amber had told him she hadn't really like being tied up. His golden eyes glimmered as he promised to prioritize her pleasure that night.

'Ernest…'

'Amber, you have my promise, I will do my best to make sure you won't hate this act.'

'Yes, I need to do my best…' he said softly as he wrapped his hand around her modest breast, and pressed his lips against her slick skin.

'After all, this is the best,' he sighed, enamored, 'the size is perfect, and they feel soft and nice. Now I know they are mine, I feel relieved.'

'Ah- don't talk against them…nn!'

His hot breath against her skin sent a sweet paralysis down her body. She could not resist while his arm was holding her body against him.

Ernest continued to kiss and suck the flesh of her breasts; he kissed her many times leaving red petals scattered all over her delicate skin. Amber made faint mewls due to the light stimulation. The heat between her legs began to simmer and her nectar began to pool.

'Your skin is so soft and smooth.' He whispered before licking the tip of a nipple.

'Oh~' she cried.

'Hmm, your nipple is hard and sweet.' He stirred the hard bud with his tongue as though to test the elasticity and taste.

'Do you think that there is honey in there?'

'Ah, that can't be…ahn~'

Unable to endure the sensations that he was inducing as he sucked her nipple, she grasped at his silver-white hair. Ernest gave a wicked grin. He was being naughty; there was no way an intelligent king would thing honey came out from the human body. But he sucked her nipples as though he was seeking that honey. As he teased her areola with his lips, he poked at the tip of her nipple with his tongue.

'Oh~ ah~'

Ernest began to tease the other nipple – rolling it with his thumb. It hardened even more, turning red under his ministrations.

Both nipples were being teased at the same time, her body could not help it, she wanted to rub her knees together. But Ernest was between her legs.

He felt the clench of her legs around him.

Amber could not rub her legs together to mitigate the ache between them, tears filled her eyes. Though she had never been a crybaby, before Ernest, she had turned into one.

'Ernest…' she cried. She was embarrassed.

'Hmm? Do you want to come?'

Ernest had noticed that the stimulation was not enough for Amber, but for him to ask her that question was rather mean. Amber didn't answer, but Ernest looked at her with delight,

'I really cannot take it; I am troubled because you are too cute.'

'Even if you say this…'

'Let's do what you want…' he said with a wicked glimmer to his golden eyes.

Amber' body was expectant and flooded with honey in anticipation. She held out her arms to go round his neck but he grabbed her legs and put them up on the rim of the tub.

'Ah?'

'Tonight, I promised to pleasure you, didn't I?

The flames of lust in his eyes felt as though they were searing her.

'Yes, but…' (Zuben: I want the D!)

'Amber, please let me love you totally.'

Ernest was also being clever; he knew Amber would not refuse him. He looked up at her lovingly.

Amber was ashamed but let him do what he wanted.

Ernest smiled joyously and buried his face between her legs.