Kill the Queen 28

Chapter 28 - 2. Street That Shouldn't Be There (8)

The moon is bright.


The clear moonlight gives a constant light unless we first cover it. I wanted to tear myself apart in the dark, so I shamelessly appeared under the moonlight. He stared at Elizabeth with trembling eyes.


How a woman so tall looked so small now.


I stood in front of her sniffling and wiping away her tears. She should have forged a dagger and put it in without delay, but she couldn't bear it.


"I love Jungwoo."


Said the poor woman. As if it was a lie that he had seduced me with his erotic provocations, he hugged me with a slender and withdrawn appearance. So, once again, I hid my tender feelings behind my lightheartedness and sobbed quietly.


"I will continue to do so."


After a while, he came to me and kissed my cheek and whispered.


"Sadly......."


She was the one who didn't spit out her resentment towards me until the end. That fact was so heartbreaking. She felt a stabbing pain in her heart. However, even the feeling of leader Lee was nothing compared to the pain of losing someone dear to him.


Everyone I loved died miserably.


I'm not talking about outdated fatalism. It means that the power I have is weak and insignificant to care for and love someone.


- Because of me...... !


It was probably from then that Elizabeth began to admire me.


Having just been pardoned from prison, she was truly a beast. She was often negligent in her position as a bodyguard, and once she did so, I was seriously injured.


―It wasn't the ball's fault, was it?


I was attacked by an assailant on an outing and ended up in a hospital for a while. Naturally, after seeing that, Beatrix was furious, and tried to find out the cause of the sadal and get rid of it.


And I blocked it by wrapping it up in fabrications and carelessness.


In return, I had to pay a lot. The most painful thing is, of course, freedom. At that time, it was after the incident at Partenope, that Beatrix and I were getting nervous about each other. Thanks to that, it became an opportunity to start living as a confinement in the official residence like now.


―But why do you, me.......


No regrets. I saved this woman's life in exchange for my freedom. At the time, she was discouraged, and she gave up everything and gave up. In return for my negligence, I chose to die from Beatrix.


It was an actual suicide.


And I couldn't wait to see her die like that.


― It's okay, Miss Mittemeyer.


So she opened her mouth to speak, and stretched out her arm into action.


―Even though I was the one who instigated the attack on the ball?


He responded with a smile in front of his sincere confession.


―I knew.


Her face, hardened with a surprised look, is still bright.


- I will forgive you.


I won the heart of one like that.


"Would you like a hug?"


"Elizabeth, I......."


"You said you were willing to give your body."


Ever since that day, Elizabeth has never been negligent about her work. And looking back, I would like to think that the heart I got then was not simple trust, but affection.


"It is the pitiful plea of ​​a woman denied affection."


"I was told that it would be better than giving my heart."


"Even if it's nothing more than a one-night play, it's good. It's fine even if it's love made up of lies."


It was like a foolish trick. My body goes, but my mind can't help but follow. However, Elisabeth wanted to endure the time to come, at least by begging like this. She longed to turn her back on those terrifyingly dreadful moments of solitude.


"Please don't leave me."


And that was me too.


"At least for tonight......."


It was the car she was trying to somehow sever her relationship with. All of a sudden, the clue she gave me, "Tonight," Shook me. She made her mouth open with sympathy born of her kinship, and she let it out even though she knew she would regret it.


"Then rather charm me."


The charm of a dream horse is to completely capture and bewitch people's hearts. Cruelly, the relationship he formed was never pure love, but rape, but there was nothing more suitable for acting a false love.


"Just for this night, so that we can become bewitched and bewitched, albeit in an illusion."


"Are you saying you want to act not only your body, but also your mind?"


"I am not acting. I was just fascinated by you."


It is a miracle that you can raise your excitement if you are conscious while making eye contact. He said that even that was weak compared to the past. In the distant past, it was said that you could achieve results close to brainwashing just by crossing your eyes.


"Then fine......."


A fake contract was concluded as if it were real. A relationship that does not know if it is hypocrisy or hypocrisy was concluded by agreement.


"Please look into my eyes."


This is a play It's a one night love affair.


"Jeong Woo......."


The moonlight coming through the window lit up Elizabeth's eyes. The eyes engraved with the unique pattern of the dream horse were very pretty. The effect I originally expected was stronger than I thought, and I was overcome with a feeling similar to the time when Beatrix fed me the dragon's blood.


More comfortable and happy.


The aura that permeated with her eyes shook her whole body. The dreamer's ability, which has been weakened over generations, no longer brainwashes opponents. Just a little aphrodisiac makes the person you're going to be in a relationship with more honest.




But we turned away from that fact and put our sincerity in lies.


"I love you."


Hearing the earnest confession, I nodded my head. As if her words would come to mind, her memories tormented me. Facing her, I couldn't utter the words of her love and just nodded.


"Please allow me to be with you in the future."


Our fellowship was short and intense. She entered the official residence after the kingdom was destroyed and has been my bodyguard for a long time. She was now a woman who wandered between her lover and comrade, and longed for a deeper relationship with me.


"I love you."


Finally, Elizabeth hugged me.


"I love you."


It was pitiful to see her trembling in case she would be rejected or hated.


"I really fell in love."


"...... Know."


So I acted quietly.


"Thank you."


Just as she held me in her arms last night and comforted me.


Without words, the truth is that I love you too.




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The basement of the official residence looked like an 18th century mansion. It's a place where the sun doesn't shine, but it was late in the morning, so I had to rely on the lanterns to see. Even so, I mostly felt that the hallway was cozy rather than dark, and it seemed that the presence of a companion walking through the quiet darkness together was quite large.


"Where are you?"


"It's the room at the end."


Elizabeth and I had a tryst in her room. The reason I left my normal room and went there was to be free from Beatrix's phone calls that might come.


"It's a shabby place, but......."


"There is nothing to be humble about."


The interior is small, but I really liked it. We had all the furniture we needed, from a sofa to a desk to a bed. Opposite the door was a nice bathroom.


"Can I play a song?"


"Yes."


I touched the gramophone on the desk and played it. Among the welfare of the official residence, there was also an album I recorded myself, and thanks to that, we could taste our lips with very nice background music.


"......."


"......."


After one kiss, Elizabeth turned on the lamp in the chest of drawers next to the bed. The brightness of the lighting was adjusted and the light was dimmed to create a comfortable and quiet atmosphere. He wanted to hug her and fall asleep in her sleep, but it was difficult to do so because of her charm.


"Could you lead me...... ?"


It was in a dark room. The soft light illuminated Elisabeth's body. Her flushed face, her slightly flushed skin, even her black lingerie with erotic embroidery.


"Okay, come here."


I led her body. She saw a strewn black tie as she passed, wrapped it around her hand, and sat down on the bed. Then he gave Elisabeth, who was standing there hesitantly, her signal by pointing at her floor.


"Sit down."


"Yes......."


The song recorded from the phonograph record is Gabriel Fauré's Pavane Op. It was 50. The name Pavane is derived from the Italian city of Padua, which translates to a Padua-style dance.


As can be guessed from the above description, Pavane was a dance that occurred in Italy, but Fauré's was composed long after the trend had passed, unlike other songs, so the depth of sophistication was different.


Graceful melody. Dim lighting. Attractive woman.


What more could you want I saw through Elizabeth's desires. Kneeling on her marble floor, she seemed to want control. If you think about it carefully, the expression asking for guidance was also a euphemism.


I did it my way. Just the way you want it, not intentionally. Like she said earlier, I threw off everything that was tying me down and acted on my instincts.


As if written as a court dance, Pavane was calm but developed quickly. It so cheered up the atmosphere. I took off the gown I was wearing and sat down on the bed again. Since it was her pajamas, there was nothing more to take off, and Elizabeth was able to see my naked body in no time.


"Elizabeth."


I leaned forward to the woman staring at me quietly and kissed her lips.


"This is the last one."


It was a short kiss. Even her bashful Elisabeth didn't know what that meant, so she quickly nodded. She adjusted her posture. She knelt down and looked up at me, waiting for her guidance.


With a young expression full of blush.


"Yeah, it's pretty."


He stroked his curly hair and complimented him. He reached down and placed a hand on her lips, caressing her cheek. He rubbed it tightly closed like a pry. Then Elizabeth licked my finger like her pet. First the thumb, then the index finger.


"Um......."


The saliva that came out of her mouth smelled like peppermint, like her body. Interesting in that fact, but embarrassed by the fact that it was constantly sticking to it, I grabbed Elizabeth's tongue and pulled it. She forcefully pulled it out of her lips, causing her to drool.


"Um, uh......."


The saliva running down her fingertips was so angry that it was cold. It seemed as if it had been dipped in the undiluted solution extracted from mint. The smell was not unpleasant, and the fragrance was indescribably alluring. I don't know if it's a racial trait because I've never met another dream horse, but I thought I'd be able to have a lot of fun.


"Stop."


He took his saliva-stained hands and rubbed them roughly on the bed. The jokes were enough here. I undid Elizabeth's necktie, which was wrapped around my other hand. He brought it to her face and tied it around a circle. Like a blindfold.


"Now please me."


Covering her eyes, she nodded. Quietly using her senses to locate me, she reached out her hands to the half-erect object with fascination. I grasped it slowly, gauging its size. Until fully risen.


"Ah yes......."


It was her hand, which was beautiful but as large as her tall stature. Although it wasn't as good as me, who could point out the 13th pitch at once, the area was considerable. Even so, Elisabeth continued to squeeze and stretch her prick with her mouth open, probably embarrassed by the object she couldn't grasp with both hands.


"That, Jungwoo."


Knights and bodyguards, no matter what, they were hands full of scars, befitting a profession that uses the body. It was far from a seomseomoksu, and between the joints, there were calluses unique to a prosecutor. But all those scars were signs of glory and the merits of her charm that she possessed.


"Are you in a bad mood or not......."


I shook my head without saying a word. It taught me that it can be beautiful even with scars and roughness. To be honest, her hands were soft and rough. It was rough, and the variation of stimulation gave a very virile pleasure.


"There's nothing to look out for."


"Ugh, yes......."


My erect cock rose to its fullest. The rigidity was not too strong, so it did not bend well. Still, Elisabeth blushed as she thought it was proof that she regarded me as a woman instead. She didn't end there, she helped masturbate with joy in her heart.


Until the outer water came out drop by drop and wet my hands.


"Oops, oops......."


The technique was clumsy, but the mood was good. Pointing out, the sound I made was very erotic, and the sense of conquest was no joke when I grabbed the prick with both hands and moved it up and down while looking at it.


"Stop."


Elizabeth stopped moving. I loosened the tie I had been using as a blindfold for a while. After that, he stroked her hair and made eye contact with her, who had ecstatic eyes as if they were in love.


"You can do better, right?"


It was a gentle, early word in the sense of going next.


"Oh, sorry......."


Unexpectedly, however, Elizabeth seemed to have taken it in a different way.


"Correction, I will......."


Correcting her kneeling posture and gently lowering her head, she took her hand. She ran all the way over her post, holding up her seminal vesicles in a way that really masochistically evoked her. She then opened her mouth in admiration at the trickles of her skin, adjusting her intensity according to my reaction.


"Can I do this?"


She felt good, but denied it. It was because I really liked the twist on Elisabeth's expression when she said that. Then, the dreamer, who became even more impatient, gently massaged the seminal vesicles I was holding up, and tried to win my favor by caressing the pillars again.


"How about this?"


I only smiled as if I didn't know. It was already lovable and pleasant enough, but it was fun to see him somehow trying to be more likable. That's pretty ironic.


"Well, then......."


Was it because of nervousness? Elizabeth made a bold move. I gripped my prick quite hard and ran it until it sizzled. On the other hand, after meeting my gaze and revealing the unique imprint of my race, I was fascinated one after another, raising my excitement.


"I'll try, and I'll like it......."


It happened because I didn't expect it to be possible, but the overlapping fascination made it quite dangerous. As I teased her for simple fun added to her foreplay, I reached out my hand for her, feeling the desire welling up inside her.


"Please be patient......."


Even though he's usually easy-going, he's a dreamer to the last. Elisabeth, who wanted to please me in some way, rolled her head hard, then came into her act. Over and over again, she aroused her desire submerged beneath her with overlapping fascination, and whispered her words that rather encouraged me, who tried to control it.


"If you don't like it, you can punish me......."


The relationship that was born of love was slightly twisted. It has changed to something a little more decadent and pleasure-seeking. Elisabeth looked up at me with her trembling eyes, and after urging her desire to torment her, she took her final step.


"I hope you enjoy it......."


It takes a lot of courage to reveal the desire to be led by oneself and the masochistic desire. This was the doctor she was implicitly projecting. And I was obliged to accept it.


"Yes, because the night is still long."


I said again after stroking Elizabeth's slightly curly hair.


"I'll teach you in an easy-to-understand manner, so take your time."


I'll teach you how to please a man with vulgar words and gestures.


"First, kiss politely."


Since you have shown courage in revealing your desires, I will show courage in fulfilling mine.


"If you don't like it, I'll give you my soul."


"Yes, please......."


So, I found her horns hidden in her plentiful hair, guided and appreciated them.


"I'll do my best."


The scene where she supported her seminal vesicles with one hand and ran her pillars with the other, taking my pretty face and offering her lips.