Chapter 50
50
Only after being thrown onto the bed did Maria, with bestial gasps, realize that the person who had seized her was Gunther. No, she knew the moment she was caught. How could she not recognize his scent, his touch, his breath?
"Gunther, why... really!"
She was about to jump up from the bed and lash out at him. Of course, she was subdued by Gunther's strength before she could. Maria was sprawled face down, unable to move an inch, because Gunther was holding down her legs. Even so, Gunther was as careful as possible not to injure Maria's leg bones.
"Let me go. Let's talk."
"There's no need to talk. A naughty little pony needs a good spanking."
"What?"
A spanking? She must have misheard. Maria was appalled by Gunther calling her a pony. But something even more shocking happened. Gunther flipped up Maria's skirt, completely covering her face.
'This crazy man!'
There are courtesies that must be observed even between close acquaintances. Besides, Gunther is the Great King of a nation, yet he acts so rough. Maria flailed her arms, trying to break free from him, but she was no match for his strength. In that position, she couldn't resist as Gunther removed even her last undergarment.
"You! I'll never forgive you!"
"You need strength to forgive."
Gunther repeatedly stroked Maria's white, luscious buttocks with his hands. Maria seemed to understand what he intended to do.
"Are you trying to shame me? You lowlife!"
"I'm not high-class. But I'm sure about rewards and punishments."
Smack! His large hand struck Maria's buttocks.
"!"
Maria was so surprised that she couldn't even scream. Did this man just hit her butt? Just as the doubt arose, Gunther struck her other buttock as well.
"You dared to reject me? Say it again."
He must have teased her to the limit and then dodged her all day long? Smack! He hit both buttocks alternately. She wouldn't be Queen Consort, she didn't love him, she was a hostage. Maria had only said things that would make him angry, so she had to be punished.
"It hurts!"
"I'm not hitting you to make you feel good. Or maybe it could feel good, so try to feel it."
"Can you still call yourself a Great King after doing this?"
"In the bedroom, Great King or whatever doesn't matter. I'm just your man."
Smack! He hit Maria's buttocks, adjusting the strength. He wasn't going to stop until she said she was wrong. But Maria had a problem.
"!?!"
Clearly, it hurt a lot when he hit her butt, but why did she feel a thrill at the same time? It was almost arousing.
'What? Am I a pervert? Why do I feel it?'
Her lower body tingled as if she suddenly needed to pee. Now, she was more embarrassed by the lewdness she was experiencing for the first time than by the pain. It felt like her hidden senses were being exposed.
"Okay, I was wrong."
Anyway, to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling, she needed to stop Gunther's actions urgently.
"That lacks sincerity."
"I really am. I was wrong. I won't say that again."
She wanted to put out the immediate fire first. If it went on like this, something embarrassing might happen... As Maria tearfully pleaded, Gunther finally stopped hitting Maria's buttocks. Instead, he licked the red handprints he had made with his tongue. He licked them as if cherishing the wounds, moistening them with his saliva.
Maria felt it was harder than being hit. A man who caresses her skin lewdly after sadistic behavior. When his warm, soft tongue caressed the tingling area, she felt a shiver all over her body.
"Ah...!"
A moan naturally flowed from Maria's lips. Then Gunther's tongue moved towards her long-hidden groin.
"No!"
It was already embarrassing enough to have her buttocks licked. But his hands had already spread open the narrow path, and Gunther buried his lips between them.
"Aaaah!"
Maria's voice trembled as he roughly explored her most sensitive nerve endings. Gunther had long forgotten his original purpose. He didn't know that Maria's ever-changing reactions to his caresses would be such a great stimulus. He buried his lips in Maria's luscious flesh and savored it to his heart's content. Then he realized that Maria, who was already wet, was craving even greater desire. He savored her most tender flesh to his heart's content before suddenly stopping.
"Ah... Ung!"
She twisted her waist and repeatedly crossed her legs.
"Should I do more?"
"Ugh."
Maria answered with a suggestive moan.
"No, beg me. Tell me you want me, tell me not to stop."
Haa! Hot breaths escaped from Maria's lips. She begged him in a cracked voice.
"I want you, please don't stop."
"That's right, that's how you do it. Very pretty."
Gunther was going to give Maria a strong stimulus she had never felt before. He revealed his desire and conquered Maria's tender flesh in one fell swoop. Gunther was even more excited by her sharp cries and his lust grew uncontrollably.
Maria groaned for a moment, overwhelmed, but she soon guided Gunther's essence into a soft, moist ecstasy. But the fierce waves had not yet crashed. Gunther blew fiercely and incessantly. Maria's body shook up and down, and the bed sheets were a mess, but he didn't stop. Maria cried out even more loudly than when she was spanked. The sticky, chewy sounds filled the bedroom, and the air became hot with the heat emanating from the two.
"Heueugh."
The man and woman, who had lost their initial purpose, ran with their bodies immersed in pleasure. Maria never knew that her body would be so immersed in barbaric and beastly intercourse. No, it was too good. Every time he pushed in and swept away, the joy doubled. The two indulged in each other's bodies and fell into a trance. At this moment, they focused only on loving each other without any distractions.
Soon, their breaths became rough as they approached climax. They moved frantically to reach that place together, not one before the other. Gunther's climax came very quickly because Maria lifted her buttocks in pleasure, and he roared roughly and poured out hotly.
* * *
Gunther watched Maria, who was sleeping in his arms, until dawn. He didn't even know himself. Why he treated Maria so carelessly like a playful boy, yet cherished her so much that he was afraid to even look at her. After a while, Maria woke up, sensing his presence, and the two smiled and stared at each other.
"When I was fifteen,"
Maria began to speak calmly.
"What would we be like now if I had been too afraid of Gunther to approach him?"
"Were you afraid of me?"
Gunther asked, stroking Maria's lips with his thumb.
"No. I wasn't afraid at all."
"Then, did you pity me?"
"Before I even thought of pity, I was already approaching Gunther."
"It was the first time. There was no woman who approached me without being afraid."
"Because it's fate."
"!?!"
Gunther's eyes flickered with light at Maria's words.
"I'm not just saying that. If we're not fated, what should I explain it as?"
That's right. It was difficult to long for one person for a long time, but it was too much to call it a coincidence that they had met again after a forgotten relationship and were strongly connected.
"Let me do what I can, just like I approached Gunther."
Maria wanted to convey her true feelings to him.
"I don't want to put you in danger anymore."
"I have Gunther, right? You'll be my strength, right? Above all, I won't act rashly. I have to do it carefully over time."
She persuaded him that clearing up the past by returning to Lastonia was something she had to do only with her own hands. It wouldn't be easy, and she didn't want to avoid the danger of people trying to kill her. In addition, she promised to become a person who could help Gunther when her work was done. But he didn't want to get any promises from her.
"The most important thing is that you exist."
It didn't matter if Maria didn't help him, and it was okay if she couldn't do anything. He was satisfied enough just to have Maria Stuart by his side. But his firm will was broken by Maria's words.
"If I am to be Gunther Paisley's wife and the Queen Consort of this country, it is something I must resolve."
She said with her own mouth that she would be his wife.
"Maria."
Gunther was excited. What Maria's true feelings were for him.
"Do you love me?"
"!?!"
Gunther's face paled as Maria made a troubled expression instead of answering. He wanted her to say she loved him, even if it was a lie. Maria couldn't say anything easily. Gunther's mind was filled with all sorts of doubts in an instant. He was filled with anxiety that Maria might only see him as a tool for revenge, or that she might use him and leave.
He knew very well that Maria was not such a calculating woman, but he wondered if she had become blinded by revenge after experiencing a terrible tragedy. All he wanted from Maria was only one thing.
"I... Gunther..."
Maria, who had been staring at him for a long time, finally opened her mouth.