The Emperor Beneath the Beast

At some point in the past, when they had tangled their bodies together in this very cave, Chloe had climbed on top of him of her own accord and swayed her hips to satisfy the exalted man beneath her.

She had done whatever it took in pursuit of her goal to become the Emperor’s mistress.

But this time, it was the opposite.

As she struggled only to flee, he sought to ravage her with naked greed.

Tears welled up against her will, a purely physiological response.

Through her blurred vision, his broad shoulders wavered before her eyes.

Even in the darkness, a faint mist drifted behind his radiant golden hair.

The sight felt entirely unfamiliar.

Lying on her back with him pressing down over her felt strange.

Not just here—throughout her previous life, she had rarely been the one pinned beneath during their nights together.

As far as she knew, during intercourse the Emperor would recline comfortably while she served him from above.

To find their positions reversed struck her like a shock.

“Your Majesty, wait— ah.”

There was no time for stray thoughts.

Her breast was swallowed whole.

Soon after, he bared his teeth like a beast.

Her tender flesh scraped by his teeth and crushed against his palate seemed to scream.

The place he bit throbbed sharply.

A tremor shot through the back of her skull, forcing a breathless gasp from her lips.

He lifted his head, stretching her nipple as though he meant to tear it off.

Only by the slick sheen of saliva did her flushed flesh finally slip free beneath his lips.

“Why. Didn’t you say you wanted to be held.”

Hector snarled lowly.

Irritation curved sharply at the tail of his raised brow.

“That’s true, but…”

“Am I not falling for your seduction exactly as you wished. Shouldn’t you try harder too.”

She dared not defy him.

Even as red congestion bloomed across her breast and her nipple flushed scarlet, she could not muster the courage to resist the savage Emperor.

Their lips met and parted again and again.

Saliva passed from his mouth into hers, only to be fiercely drawn back.

Her mouth was sealed tight.

Chloe merely lay dazed and slack, yet through the parted space a damp, invasive flesh thrust in and ravaged her at will.

His thickened tongue burrowed into the depths of her mouth.

Swollen like the body of a beast, it slipped past her teeth into the well where moisture pooled.

Like a male serpent coiling around a female, it bound her smaller tongue while stimulating the tender underside threaded with veins.

Clear saliva spilled from her glands.

Whether it was deliberate or not, he lifted his chin abruptly and sucked it in.

He was ruthless, like a creditor come to collect a debt.

Her mouth grew richly wet before her palate and tongue were pressed flush together.

“Ha— mm…”

To Chloe, this was utterly incomprehensible.

An Emperor accustomed only to the finest delicacies swallowing another’s bodily fluids.

She had never experienced such a thing in her past life, and so the sensation blooming along the tender inner walls of her mouth felt disturbingly vivid.

It was primitive.

Animalistic.

The way he tore into her felt like a beast in rut.

His pelvis pressed against the hollow of her waist.

Their bodies overlapped completely.

A thick curve rose beneath his lower garments.

Even as she realized how far a mere kiss could inflame him, she also understood how utterly disadvantaged she was in this position.

Hector finally lifted his head.

Her airway was freed at last, yet his sharpened gaze struck her more fiercely than before.

“It looks as though you’re being forced. That’s just my imagination, isn’t it.”

Chloe returned words she did not mean.

“I’m not being forced. The kiss… ah… I like it.”

Their bodies locked without a gap, dampness soaking into the surrounding air.

He began to move his hips beneath her with a dark intent.

The thrusting motion assaulted a place that had never received a man.

Even the slightest stimulation drew a response from her s*x.

Merely the brush of his thigh against her inner leg made her hips jolt.

Hector’s powerful pelvis settled fully between her legs.

Her thighs were forced humiliatingly wide.

The feet trembling against the cave ceiling felt like they did not belong to her own body.

Before her eyes unfolded proof of how futile her struggle to escape her enemy had been.

It did not end there.

An unrestrained assault began over her naked body.

She was not the only one stripped—Hector tore away his belt as well.

Chloe could not see what was happening where their bodies met.

She was too busy fending off Hector, who drove lethal sensations through her from head to toe like a charging force.

At most, she could only strain her ears.

The lewd friction of skin against skin sounded in the air, followed by the metallic ring of his gold-trimmed belt loosening.

She could hardly tell whether what she heard matched reality.

The man now freed from his undergarments and pressed against her skin was far too solid.

Her breasts lost their shape within his grasp.

His menacing gaze controlled even the slightest shift in her expression as though binding her in a snare.

From head to toe, she lay wholly under his dominion.

Yet more overwhelming than any other sensation was the sheer size of him.

It felt so formidable she doubted whether she had truly endured this in her previous life.

A heated, blunt length pressed against her entrance.

His pelvis withdrew and then drove sharply toward her.

Chaos erupted in the narrow valley between her thighs.

Her softer-than-pudding flesh cried out under the harsh friction.

“…!”

Her mouth fell open soundlessly.

Below, she endured the burning contact of his thick tip.

Instinct rejected Hector.

Her fingers, stiff with tension, clawed at his chest.

Unmoved, he did as he pleased.

Keeping their hips pressed together, he thrust upward again.

“Ha—!”

The head of him slid along the length of her folds.

It failed to enter.

Naturally.

Chloe’s innocent entrance had never once been touched.

Her lips were swollen from excessive kissing and her breasts bore the marks of his grasp, yet the place meant for s*x remained untouched and pure.

After two more thrusts, his temper flared.

“Is there even a hole to f*ck.”

The growl in his voice sounded capable of severing an artery.

Even more shocking was the crude word for a woman’s s*x falling from the Emperor’s mouth.

Chloe curled her fingers against the hard pectoral beneath her palm, unable to utter a sound.

Under the ruthless force that spread her apart, her legs splayed like the wings of a butterfly.

Humiliation surged over her like a tide.

Her legs stretched to their limit and her pelvis felt as though it might break, yet physical pain mattered less than the edge of her mental collapse.

Chloe struggled with all her strength.

Her pale foot hooked over his shoulder, her unimpressive toes fanning out and curling back in.

It was useless.

The more her hips writhed, the more mercilessly he battered the small opening.

“Your Majesty, ah… please.”

Begging was her only option.

She desperately wished that even now he would stop and withdraw.

Though she knew it was hopeless, a broken sob escaped her.

Hector seized both her wrists at once and raised them above her head.

He pressed her clasped hands down against the jagged edge of the rock.

“Try running. If you can.”

It was no idle threat.

If she moved her hands even slightly, it felt as though her life would be forfeit.

In an instant, Chloe found herself bound as though to an execution frame.

Even without chains, she dared not lower her hands from the sharp stone.

All she could do was scratch at the rough edges with her nails and sob.

“Hngh… Your Majesty, I… ah…”

Despite having shared bodies hundreds, thousands of times, it felt like the first.

Because she had never once lain beneath him like this.

Even her reflexes refused to obey her.

Startled by the weight of him, her entrance clamped shut like a sealed shell.

Her mind and body were at odds.

Though her memories retained the image of nights with Hector, her body was not prepared to accept him.

Rather, burdensome recollections resurfaced.

Their mismatched sizes had often left her bedridden in the past.

The same day.

The same place.

The setting was similar, yet the current flowing between them was undeniably different.

When he failed to force his way inside at last, his anger showed openly.

It was unlike the man who had once commanded others with nothing but imperial authority.

It felt strange—this arrogant man now being the one who desired her first.