A Night with the Emperor (2)

"Your Majesty, w-what are you going to do?" Aisha asked fearfully. Her petite body trembled in his arms; she looked like a small animal cowering in front of the predators.

The sight kicked his instinct to conquer. His lips curled up in a wicked smirk. His voice was low and alluring as he leaned down even closer and rubbed the side of her face gently.

However, there was no gentleness in those red eyes, only cruelty.

"Don't…what? What do you think I will do to you?"

Aisha instinctively tried to cover her breast with her arms, and her face turned into a bright shade of red from shame.

As a priestess, even if people feared her, she had never been treated like this before. It was mortifying, and she regretted her decision to come here.

Aisha couldn't think of anything but to get herself out of place as soon as possible, so she began to struggle from his firm embrace.

"If Your Majesty didn't have anything to say, I will excuse myself first. I wouldn't want to disturb Your Majesty's rest."

"I do have something I want to talk to you about, but I have changed my mind. Let's do something else instead."

"Ah!" Aisha exclaimed in surprise when he suddenly ducked. In the next moment, he effortlessly lifted her to his shoulder like a sack of sand. The world suddenly turned upside down in front of her eyes.

Aisha subconsciously tried stabilizing herself and blushed when her hand felt the thick muscle on his back. She could feel his firm muscle under her palm. His skin was rough and bumpy, very different from her back.

"Y-Your Majesty, please put me down!" Aisha shouted in panic.

"No." He replied curtly before walking towards the bed.

He brought her body down onto the mattress with one swift motion, and she bounced slightly at the impact.

Aisha gasped when she raised her head and found Archibald towering above her. He trapped her under him with both of his hands on either side of her head. His red eyes seemed to glisten in the dark as he looked down on her hungrily.

Like a beast wanted to pounce on his prey.

Her heart raced so fast, but she couldn't tell if it was due to fear or something else. She felt he wouldn't hesitate to devour her if she moved even an inch.

His piercing gaze seemed to have a magical power to pin her down since she could feel her whole body grow weak just from his stare alone.

"Are you afraid of me?" Archibald asked her. She must be imagining things because, for some reason, his words sounded inexplicably gentle, despite his rough actions.

Aisha dared not to answer and could only lower her gaze. However, he pinched her chin and forced her to look up. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you. That's an order."

Domineering and forceful, that was his nature. Aisha bit her lips in resentment.

No one would come to save her, and she didn't have a trick she could use like the last time.

If she really couldn't avoid what would come after this, she'd better use this chance to the fullest.

"Your Majesty, I have a request for you. Would you listen to me?"

"After vehement rejection, now you want to bargain with me?" Archibald sneered mockingly. "Sure enough. You came here with a purpose."

His words were filled with poison and thorns. It was clear as day that he was looking down on her. Aisha could feel his contempt, which made her uncomfortable, but she thickened her skin.

"Your Majesty, it's been a while, and I haven't seen my guard yet. I want you to grant me permission to visit her."

"That's it? I initially thought you would ask for something bigger."

"I have nothing but concern for my guard and childhood friend. I know Your Majesty is generous; I hope you won't find a request from a small woman like me as bothersome."

"Why should I allow it? Don't think I don't know what is in your mind." Archibald smirked before slowly running his hand on her thigh.

The skin under the thin clothes was smooth and supple. If it was already this soft when he touched it through the fabric, how would it feel when he touched it directly?

Aisha shuddered, feeling his cold touch. Her face paled even more as she tried to resist the urge to slap this man. She crumpled the sheet under her until her hands turned white, enduring the humiliation.

"Well, since I'm feeling very generous today, why don't you show me some sincerity first? Then I will consider it. You won't reject me this time, right?" Archibald whispered in a low voice beside her ears. It was playful, almost seductive even.

Aisha hated this person for taking advantage of her. Still, she hated herself even more for getting flustered by his advance. His voice and touch sent an electric current all over her body, making her body feel weak.

Archibald chuckled, seeing her not resisting. "You even prepared yourself to climb on my bed tonight. I'm just giving you what you want. The virgin body of a holy maiden must taste good. I bet no man has ever touched you like this before. What a desolate and lonely life you have."

While running his mouth, his hand became more active as it slowly slipped under her thin gown. Aisha couldn't help but let out an involuntary whimper as his hand caressed her curves.

"You are pretty sensitive. It must be hard to lead a celibate life. Even a slight touch can burn your body hot like this. Your soul is probably holy, but you have such a lewd body. Look, it craves a man's touch so much. What a dirty woman."

Aisha covered her mouth as tears slowly built up in her eyes. He kept whispering those vulgar words beside her ears, and his hand only knew how to advance. It stimulated her body so much that she feared this feeling would sweep her off.

"Trying to suppress your voice? Are you embarrassed right now? Stop putting on innocent acts when you are clearly enjoying this. It's revolting."

Archibald suddenly dipped down and pressed a hot and wet kiss on her neck, causing a wet smacking sound.

"Ah!"

Aisha couldn't suppress a moan from escaping. She could feel his tongue tracing her vein and his teeth grazing on her skin, threatening to bare his fang down and claim her as his prey.

He didn't focus only on one spot and continued his conquest to her collarbone and the top of her chest.

While busying himself with her neck, his hand didn't stop caressing her every curve, as if trying to remember every nook and cranny of his body.

Aisha felt attacked everywhere, and the sensation almost drove her crazy from the pleasure.