I Refuse This Life, Your Highness! - Chapter 111

The sound of rain outside merged with her dazed consciousness, creating a surreal atmosphere. It felt as though she had discovered her way home after wandering through unfamiliar streets in a downpour or perhaps like finding an oasis in the middle of a desert. Whatever stood before her, whether illusion or reality, no longer mattered. Yuraine stretched out her arms, pulled Isis into a tight embrace, and inhaled his scent deeply.

This wasn’t the faint trace of him left behind on an item—it was his true, unmistakable scent. The moment she realized he was truly there beside her, her body trembled uncontrollably. Her blood coursed faster, her shallow breaths growing deeper and more labored. Isis carried with him the scent of rain, blending seamlessly with his own natural fragrance, awakening an indescribable sensation within her. Yuraine, more excited than she had been even before his arrival, found herself gasping for air.

“Your Highness… I… my body… something feels strange.”

Isis didn’t answer with words. Instead, he smothered her face with kisses, his hands busy removing his own clothes. His cloak and outer garments were stained with dirt and soaked through with rain. It was clear that he had come in a single, urgent rush.

She didn’t ask how he had gotten there. There was no time for such questions. She was too consumed with receiving his fervent kisses, her body trembling with anticipation, overwhelmed by the desire to quell the burning heat within her.

Once Isis had shed his clothes, he reached for Yuraine’s thin nightgown. The fabric clung to her body, damp with sweat, and the lower part was embarrassingly soaked from what had seeped out. As the nightgown slipped away, her bare skin was revealed. Her pearl-like, snow-white complexion was flushed red in places, and when he placed his palm against her skin, it felt damp and warm, clinging to his touch. Isis traced the curve of her delicate body from her shoulder downward, eliciting a shiver. Unconsciously, Yuraine lowered her head, her long hair cascading forward to shield her face.

Isis gently gathered her hair, brushing it back before laying her down on the bed. Her trembling body was now entirely exposed to his view. Her long, pale blonde hair spilled across the bed, her silk-smooth skin glistened under the dim light, and her damp purple eyes gazed up at him. For a moment, Isis squinted slightly as he studied her intently. In his golden eyes, Yuraine appeared as though she were the most exquisite treasure in the world.

His gaze traveled downward. Startled, Yuraine tried to close her legs to shield herself from his eyes, but Isis was quicker. He pressed a finger firmly between her thighs.

“Ah…!”

“How long has it been like this?” he asked.

The moment his touch met her skin, every cell in her body responded. Yuraine trembled, barely managing to reply.

“W-when… I was trying to sleep…”

“Are you alright?”

Isis, too, was aware of the Lamia’s fertile period. Concern outweighed desire as he asked, but Yuraine shook her head fervently.

“Please, just do something.”

Instead of replying, he kissed her deeply. As their lips met, his hand explored the dampness below. The area she had hesitated to touch herself was swollen and flushed, saturated with moisture. As his fingers brushed against her, her body twitched and quivered in anticipation, trembling with a small, uncontrollable rhythm. The front of her body was fully aroused, pressing against her abdomen, and from its tip, droplets of fluid were steadily forming.

Isis’s fingers grazed the slick folds at her entrance. Even that slight touch caused her inner walls to flutter and spasm. The heat inside her was almost unbearable, a combination of tingling and warmth that left her legs weak and powerless.

“Ah…!”

Gently, he slid one finger inside. Given the stark difference in their physical endurance, Isis was always cautious at the start of their encounters. Even a single, thick, knuckled finger was overwhelming at first. But Yuraine’s body, already consumed by heat, welcomed the sensation eagerly. Her soft, tender walls clung tightly around him, as though savoring the intrusion. A steady stream of fluid coated his finger, drenching it.

“Y-your Highness, you don’t have to wait… just… quickly.”

Her impatience seeped through as she squirmed beneath him, her voice trembling with need.

“That won’t do.”

“You’ll get hurt,” he replied gently but firmly. Though Yuraine felt sure she could handle him now, given how slick she was, Isis didn’t yield. While he carefully prepared her, ensuring her body could fully accept him, Yuraine writhed on her own, overwhelmed by excitement. The space behind her was wetter than usual, her body jerking in small, involuntary movements.

Three fingers now moved in and out of her damp entrance, their motions slow and deliberate.

“Ah… Your Highness… ngh…”

Unable to bear the growing sensations, Yuraine bit down on her own finger. Her golden hair, damp with sweat, clung to her delicate forehead. Isis, stilling his fingers momentarily, looked down at her. He felt a mix of emotions—an urge to cherish her like the most precious treasure and a desire to unravel her completely until she was undone. His golden eyes glimmered with intensity.

Her body, dripping with fluid and tender as a ripened fruit, trembled under his touch. The flushed, vivid redness of her entrance seemed to beckon him, her body radiating a fragrance unique to her Lamia bloodline—one only he could sense. Similarly, his scent was perceptible only to Yuraine, a fact that brought Isis a sense of profound connection and joy. He withdrew his fingers, now slick with her essence, and her flat abdomen twitched with aftershocks. Strings of viscous fluid followed his fingers as they left her.

The insides of her soft thighs were completely soaked, glistening with her wetness. Isis leaned forward, pulling her lower body closer and spreading her legs wide.

“Y-your Highness… please… hurry…”

Normally shy and reserved, Yuraine never acted so forward. Isis recalled the message he had received upon arriving at the camp—a missive from Lis, stating that Yuraine’s condition seemed dire. Such a message would not have been sent lightly. The moment he read it, an inexplicable urgency overtook him. He could think of nothing but returning to Yuraine immediately. Now, seeing her like this, he felt more convinced than ever that he had made the right decision.

Isis, too, felt a heightened arousal, spurred on by her excitement. Yet, amidst their mutual desire, he clenched his teeth, holding onto his composure. His greatest fear was that he might hurt Yuraine in his fervor.

“Your Highness… Isis…” she murmured.

Eventually, Yuraine began to whimper softly, her delicate hands clutching tightly onto Isis’s forearm. With a deep breath, Isis positioned the swollen tip of his member at her entrance. The soft, pliant folds parted easily as the tip slid in. Yuraine tilted her head back with a shuddering moan, beads of sweat forming along the elegant curve of her slender neck.

Though he had intended to enter her slowly, his resolve wavered. The moment his head was fully enveloped by the snug, velvety walls, his composure cracked under the overwhelming sensation. All he could think of was the urge to delve deeper. Holding Yuraine’s legs firmly, Isis thrust his hips forward, his muscular thighs tensing as his back rippled with effort. The veins on his forearms bulged from the strain.

“Ah…! Ah… ngh… ahh…!”

Yuraine’s body trembled uncontrollably as Isis pushed all the way inside in one movement. Her arousal heightened, causing her own release to come abruptly. Her slender body twitched, and her hips wriggled as a sudden wave of pleasure overtook her, leaving her gasping and writhing. At the same time, her inner walls tightened reflexively, drawing a low groan from Isis.

“A-ah… I… I don’t… know what to do… ah…”

“Hah… Yuraine, just… relax…”

Though Isis tried to encourage her to ease up, Yuraine’s body was beyond her control. The temptation to give in completely, to lose himself in her warmth, gnawed at his restraint. He wanted to push her to even greater heights of pleasure, to see her unravel beneath him. His normally steady golden eyes flickered with uncharacteristic instability. His self-control, which he had always thought sufficient, now felt fragile.

“…Perhaps I should’ve had a drink beforehand.”

“What… ah… ah! Ngh… ahh…!”

Unable to hold back any longer, Isis gripped Yuraine’s thighs and hips firmly, hard enough to leave marks, and surrendered himself to the moment. The sound of his solid frame meeting her soft, yielding body echoed through the room, intermingling with the wet, rhythmic noises of their movements. Yuraine’s high-pitched moans, her voice trembling with abandon, only fueled Isis’s fervor.

“Ahh… Your Highness… ah… more… please, deeper…”

If she had asked him to stop or mentioned discomfort, perhaps his reason would have returned. Instead, her pleas only stoked his desire. Her hands roamed over his sweat-slicked arms, chest, and neck, clinging to him desperately. Isis cupped her cheek with one hand, leaning down to kiss her deeply, while his hips continued their relentless rhythm. Every breath and moan she released was caught and swallowed by his lips.

After a long, heated kiss, his hand slid down to cup her pale chest. Though small, he knew she was sensitive there. Gathering the soft flesh into his palm, he gently squeezed, eliciting another whimpering moan from Yuraine. He lowered his head to take the pink peak into his mouth.

“Ah… ahh…”

“Do Lamias nurse their young?” he asked suddenly, his question seemingly out of place.

Yuraine turned her hazy gaze to him, blinking slowly before nodding.

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