Tamed Monster - Chapter 8
Face down, the woman who had been taking him like a dog now lay sprawled on the bed, gasping for air. Myers idly wiped away the sticky wetness clinging to his thighs.
“Haaah… Your Highness…”
Another woman immediately clung to his side. Myers glanced down at her face.
He had ordered only virgins brought to him tonight, but something about this one suggested she’d already lost her innocence. Still, he liked the contrast between her youthful face and the lust in her expression, so he pushed her down beneath him without another thought.
Thud!
“Spread your legs. And keep your mouth shut.”
These women were just playthings for the night. In exchange for a single evening’s pleasure, they’d receive generous jewels, so it wasn’t a bad deal for them. Besides, Myers was undeniably handsome. He was a strikingly beautiful man with a sculpted body and a face that made women swoon.
“Your Highness… Ah—hngh!”
“What did I just say?”
Thrust. Thrust. He thrusted himself while growling harshly. The lack of respect he showed her wasn’t because she wasn’t his wife. Myers treated all women this way. Especially after successfully luring them into his bed.
Whether a noblewoman or some lowly maid from a backwater estate, he took them all the same, without regard for status. And yet, no woman ever truly refused him. Gripping her wrists, he pinned them above her head and forcefully swung his hips.
“Ngh! Ah—haah!”
“Tch. Come here, play with this one’s t-ts. I’m not feeling it.”
At his bored command, another woman quickly crawled over. The only one whose name he bothered to remember, simply because it was easy. As she kneaded the other woman’s b*****s, Myers watched intently and thrusted faster.
“Ah—haah! Hah—hnngh!”
‘God, she’s fucking loud.’
His skill with his hips often subjected him to this kind of auditory assault. If only he could just take their asses and holes without the rest of them attached. But alas, he had no interest in doing corpses.
After one release, he wasted no time starting again, soon letting out a sharp grunt of his own.
“Hah…!”
A thick stream of c*m dripped down the curve of the woman’s butt, the other two women watching greedily as his seed spilled out. Myers ignored their stares, pulling out and casually draping a robe over himself.
“Get out.”
The women scrambled to their feet, their alluring bodies swaying as they hurried from the bedroom. Alone at last, he sat in silence, lost in thought.
Every now and then, a quiet chuckle escaped him.
“An imbecile, huh.”
That Duke Alexander?
The very man who flaunted every noble pretense, brandishing his imperial bloodline and clinging desperately to face and honor more than the Crown Prince himself?
He felt like bursting into loud laughter. Even though it was most inconvenient for him if the Duke had indeed become a fool. How was he supposed to replenish the annihilated knights of the hunting party? How would the secret ‘collection’ operations he had ordered continue? And who else could serve as the public figurehead?
Dealing with the troublesome Lady Rossa at court was also a problem. Usually, a quick word to the Duke that his mother was making a scene would solve things fast.
But she was a sly woman who still found ways to annoy the Emperor, who was approaching seventy. Whenever she showed up at court, headaches followed.
“Ah… right.”
But while the Duke was away on campaign, the Emperor unexpectedly drank poisoned wine and collapsed, now lying on his deathbed, hovering between life and death.
Whether he’d actually die was uncertain, but for now, a clear mind seemed out of reach.
So Lady Rossa, that troublesome woman, was no longer a problem, but the three earlier issues were about to become major headaches. Myers, who had dismissed the woman named Lady Rossa from his mind, now focused entirely on the Duke, who had become an imbecile.
“Hmm.”
Sticky liquid dripped from the tip of his pillar.
Myers glanced down at his sturdy manhood, visible through his open robe, then rose and muttered.
“This won’t do. I’ll have to check on him tomorrow.”
It was time to see his younger brother’s face again. After all, the Duke had gone to the swamp following his orders and ended up like this. He deserved at least one visit, if only to show the inner circle he cared.
As he walked to the bath, Myers mulled again over the hurried letter from the search captain and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ha! This’ll be a sight.”
Most of all, the fact that the idiot was obsessively searching for his wife was the funniest and most surprising thing.
He hated his wife. He hated weakness. Chuckling, Myers settled into the lavish marble bathtub, tugged on the call rope, and waited for his semi-naked attendant to appear.
Splash—thud!
By the time the maid entered, Myers had already pulled her arm into the bathtub. Only after taking the woman once, he leisurely finished his purifying bath, then calmly dressed in his riding attire leisurely.
