webnovel

The Rose Princess Blossoms From The Tyrant Duke

Born from the birth of a tragic Viscountess and brought up by her father the Marquess. After the Marquee's sudden death. The young lady Rosaria is left in the hands of her cruel Uncle as a frail looking lady .Broken from her engagement and plotted by her loved ones. She has no choice to save herself and survive this cruel, selfish world.Things get worse when she is been forced to marry a tyrant Duke from the south. As the night blossoms, Thinking of her she is met with a man who comforts her and agrees to sleep with her to ease her last freedom before heading to the tyrant. But the man is not what she thought of as she had slept the tyrant himself. Thus begins the survival of the tragic Duchess and the love blossomed between the lady and the tyrant.

Isa_Tokyo · Kỳ huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
21 Chs

Chapter 14

As they travel to the Duke's palace residence, The Duke clinged at Rosaria who was nervous.

"Are you cold" said the Duke

"Uh... no"

"Liar" the Duke smiled as he gives his coat to the lady. Rosaria looks at him in the eye as her long hair falls into her eyes. The Duke smiles as he brushed her hair

" Why do you keep your hair too long?"

"Um.. I never maintained myself until now, it feels heavy but I'm used to it now as my Uncle told I don't need to maintain as it's just waste of time"

The Duke smiles and kisses her in the forehead "You are a Duke's wife now, I don't know why you are so scared. You are the Duchess from today".

"…The Duchess."

"Yes, so you don't have to lower yourself to others."

Who knew that her husband, who is still unfamiliar to her, would comfort her like this? Rosaria looked at her husband and nodded slightly.

Unlike the residence of Lord Aaron that was far, the Duke's palace in the capital was close. As soon as she saw a large mansion on an open road, Rosaria unknowingly returned the Duke's merits again.

"My Lord, You've returned."

"Ah!..Cesar , my Friend we have arrived" said the Duke as he saw a tall man with straightfoward posture and wore long blonde hair.

When the Duke got off with Rosaria , the man greeted him as if he had waited. And he escorted his master inside as if nothing was strange.

"We came sooner than we expected. Rosaria This is Cesar Alphonse, my Secretary and Prime minister of the Eklostead "

"Madame…"

The man's words were blurred, and he didn't know whether to call a doctor or introduce himself.

"I want to rest right now. Is the bedroom ready?" "Of course."

The secretary bowed quickly to the Duke's words and ordered the head Butler to signal the maids. He led the two into one room. Until then, the Duke kept Rosaria in his arms. They had been in that state the whole time, as it was as if nothing for him.

The pastel-tone atmosphere greeted the two as they entered the room. Compared to the palace's general atmosphere that showed off splendor, she felt this was somewhat cozy.

"Where is this place?"

"It's our bedroom."

"Our bedroom…"

When she heard that she had a place of her own, Rosaria felt her chest swell slightly.

The first home away from the Lord Duke.

Whether it would be an extension of a ghostly life like in the Lord Duke's house or the beginning of a new life, the room was not bad.

He carefully laid Rosaria on the bed, who was busy looking around.

A fluffy bed made her put her feet on it.

Besides Rosaria , the bed was spacious enough for three more people. She had to thank the Duke for bringing her here.

It was time for Rosaria to look at him and say hello with sincerity.

"…So, have you thought about it a lot?"

"What?"

At her puzzled appearance, he penetrated his hand into the wedding dress. The hand that quickly dug between her legs pressed down on the underwear.

"I told you to think until your underwear dries."

His eyes glowed.

"Whether or not to call my name."

Rosaria swallowed. It was not a delay. She was close to no one, but it was not the first time she had to call a person's name, and it was nothing. She didn't know why she kept putting off calling him .

It felt that by calling his name, Rosaria would no longer be Rosaria Mellakou.

She felt as if she had to accept the name Rosaria Eklostead as the Duchess. She was more agitated than the time she was signing her name on her marriage certificate.

However, it could not be delayed. She opened her lips slightly and murmured.

"Sera...."

"Sera?..."

His persistent gaze followed her, and his hands, which had been on his underpants, dug in.

"S.e…."

"Tell me the rest, come on."

How pretty her tiny pink lips are. She seemed not to understand. Even the sweetness of her lips almost shook him. Every time her small mouth moved, he had to endure the feeling of wanting to put his lips on them.

"My name can't be a single syllable of Ser"

His finger stroked the swollen part of the vagina. The once-shocked

flesh flinched nervously at his touch.

"Or you don't want to say it on purpose?"

The fingers boldly dug in. Her hands quickly swamped through the half-open flesh and wandered around the hole.

The dress made way. She reached out and pushed his shoulders weakly, but his hardened body did not move at all.

"Rosaria ."

Unlike her, his voice whispered low. Elasticity flowed out of his mouth as his most extended finger glided into her hole.

His thumb rubbed the little flesh of her clit, while fingers dug into the tight spot. The more his fingers moved, the more red flesh seemed to accept.

It was clear that he wanted to continue the same thing as he did in the lounge. He could not wait any longer.

"Don't you want to say it?"

"No, I will...Serap...."

Her words were swallowed up in his lips. She needed to say one more syllable. He dug his tongue between her open lips, sweeping through his even teeth.

"I didn't hear you."

"Serap...."

Again, his mouth closed her. At this point, She knew that he's doing it on purpose. Rosaria struck his chest as if protesting.

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, you should let me talk."

"I don't think I ever said I'd make it easy."

She could feel his breath from a little distance. His other hand caressed her cheek.

"My wife is naïve."

Rosaria 's cheeks flushed at his words. She didn't know how determined he was. He smiled a little and sucked her lower lip.

"If you still want to talk, say something. I won't stop you."

At the same time, as he said, one more finger stretched to dig in. An even tighter inner wall wrapped his fingers without hesitation

because of excitement. It was so narrow that he couldn't believe that his penis was inside her a week ago.

It's this tight. It was clear that if he doesn't release the tension properly and loosen her, he'll get hurt. His fingers crawled in a little more, as he was continually moving.

"Ah…"

Her shoulders trembled every time his fingers penetrated her. The tingling sensation came back after a long time, accompanied by pleasure and pain at the same time. She groaned low on his fingers, rubbing her inside.

His other hand slipped down her neckline as he kissed and licked it.

"Hey..."

The Duke smiles, Unable to take off her fancy accessories, he began to untie the ribbons of clothes.

However, the dress, which is much more complicated than the usual clothes, could not be undone easily. Her smooth skin seemed to tease him.

"If I had known this, I would've had the servant take off your clothes first and then be with you."

He grumbled low. After releasing a few more ribbons, he couldn't stand it and forced her clothes off.

"Ah!"

It revealed her white skin with red marks. He stripped off her underwear all at once, so the elastic breasts fluttered and showed themselves. They were quite developed compared to her thin body.

He managed to grasp the skin that had been exposed as her chest stood out in his sight.

A soft breast lost shape under his grasp. The nipple, already standing firm, irritated his palms weakly. As he rolled the nipples with

his fingers, while stimulating with the whole palm, her core fluttered.

"I feel good when I see you like this and getting greedy."

"Huh…."

A sore sound came out of her mouth in shame. No, every time he stimulated her chest. Her belly seemed to ring. Another sensation, different from his fingers below, gave her a thrill.

He heard a crackling sound from his fingers that were inside her.

Clear fluid from the inside made it easier for his hands to move.

But it was not enough. While the movement became more comfortable, her insides were still tightly closed. As his fingers pressed on the inner wall, her waist bent.

"Ah. Seraph...."

Her little attempt to call out the name was sucked into his mouth. He said he would give her a chance, but he took it away from her every time. His tongue ran around her mouth and ate her. Her tongue was pinched and crushed around.

When another of his fingers went in, her hips flinched.

"There's a little…"

"Here?"

"Ha...."

Her words, which were about to say no, clouded the field with her breath. Her eyes felt glistening. And her blurry pupils were moistened.

"You must like it here."

His fingers persistently encircled the place. Even after a short tap,

her legs trembled in the air when he pressed hard with his fingertips.

"No, it's not like that….."

"It's okay. Just leave it to your body."

A small whisper in her ear led her. The moment her feelings of increased pleasure burst, her waist twisted. The chest under his grasp quickly rose and fell.

"Yes, good job."

He patted her on the head. Taking his fingers out of her, he lowered his pants and underwear at the same time. Caught her intermittent thighs, he opened them wide. Her vagina twitching from the ecstasy was visible to his eyes.

"No… don't look at me like that."

"Who else should see your body?" He asked shamelessly.

"You're so cute."

Her body thrilled as he gently swiped his fingers soaked in her liquid. He smiled low and unwrapped his clothes one by one. His clothes came off quickly when he released the cramped buttons.