The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 23
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⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
‘If it’s fireproof, it can withstand flames, right?’
A good idea had come to mind. However, to bring this idea to fruition, a skilled artisan was needed.
“Have you been eating well?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
Igmeyer, who was awkwardly surveying the warm castle that now carried a hint of warmth unusual for him, stopped in his tracks. Amber, who was about to bump her forehead into his back, managed to stop just in time and looked up.
“…Ah.”
Their eyes met.
Inside those eyes, the spirit of the flame flickered as if it could devour the entire snowy plain. Only then did Amber realize the tension in his neck.
She also belatedly noticed the uncomfortable posture. Blushing, she couldn’t scold him for desiring his wife after returning home after a hard-fought battle.
Moreover, it wasn’t entirely wrong for a husband to desire his wife. Just as each had their duties and responsibilities according to their status, a husband had his obligations…. and a wife had hers.
And now, Amber no longer wanted to deny that and ruin their marital relationship.
“…you can do it.”
The words were brief, but the syllables that followed were clear. It wasn’t unreasonable for Igmeyer’s patience to be abruptly cut short by this small permission.
“Send the meal in three hours. If you disturb, I’ll kill you.”
Picking up Amber for a moment, he promptly ascended the stairs.
Witnessing the demeanor of the master and mistress, the employees remained unsure where to look, their ears turning red.
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“Ugh!”
As soon as the door closed, he sought Amber’s lips. Licking and sucking on the lower lip as if he would devour it, he thrust his thick tongue through the parting gap, greedily slurping up every drop of saliva as if desperate for release.
Feeling like she was being swallowed whole, Amber couldn’t escape, but she was mentally prepared for it. She already knew how he kissed, how he behaved in bed.
“Was there anyone else trying to act rude?”
Only when her vision blurred due to the stolen breath did he finally withdraw. Amber took a gasping breath and found herself in Igmeyer’s arms, inadvertently having moved to the sofa.
“There was no one. Everyone is kind.”
“Now it seems they all know how terrifying the mistress can be.”
“Uh, well…!”
The scent of snow that accumulated for a long time and the smell of wood bark emanated from her husband. As he nestled against her waist, the man reminiscent of a tree stubbornly rooting and growing in the snowy mountains, Amber wrinkled her nose and flinched.
“Tell me what you’ve been up to, Princess.”
“Uh, so… I checked the food warehouse… Huh!”
“And then?”
“And then…”
She wasn’t sure if they were having a conversation or initiating an intimate encounter. He hadn’t spoken to her like this before. He used to just do what needed to be done and leave…
Unconsciously, he lowered the neckline of her indoor dress, and with a sudden move, buried his face in the soft valley.
Startled, she tried to pull away, but his strong arms held her waist firmly.
“…Look at it for a moment.”
“Igmeyer?”
“If you keep fidgeting like this, it feels like I might explode any moment, and I might die.”
“…!”
Ah, come to think of it, there was something solid between her thighs.
Amber exerted all her strength to focus solely on his handsome face. Although the presence of something ominous below was quite noticeable, she pretended not to see, not to feel…
“Kya!”
However, Amber’s desperate attempt to feign ignorance only seemed to provoke Igmeyer further. Fearing that he might accidentally hurt his young wife, he eventually laid her on the sofa.
Descending to the floor, he knelt down on one knee, and awkwardly lifted her shirt.
“Put your leg over my shoulder. It’ll be more comfortable.”
“Just a moment, what is this…?”
“I’ll make you feel good quickly.”
The space felt too narrow, it was already tight on their first night. That’s why they had paused midway that time as well.
To accept his bulging member, pushing further might result in tearing it apart. He didn’t want to frighten his wife by seeing blood, so he decided to loosen her first.
Although he had never experienced oral himself, his time with the mercenary group exposed him to such scenes. It was not by choice; mercenaries tended to stick together, making it hard to avoid witnessing their activities.
In any case, the knowledge gained from his youth proved helpful in the current situation.
On the other hand, Amber found the situation extremely bizarre.
‘Why there, all of a sudden?’
A place not meant for the mouth, wasn’t it? There had never been such a situation in the past.
No, wouldn’t this be committing a sin against God?
Despite Shadroch being a relatively open country, those who believed in God were generally encouraged to practice abstinence. Especially for the royalty, maintaining dignity at all times was essential. They were educated that even in bed, not a single sound should be made.
From the moment her husband’s thing entered until he finished, what a Princess should do was maintain silence and offer prayers of atonement.
Comforting the husband with the mouth was considered an act encouraged for wives when they couldn’t endure it physically.
So, in the past, she followed the teachings as much as possible. It was the same this time, but even so, him!
‘What if Igmeyer, who went to catch Fenrir, is actually dead? The man who returned might not be Igmeyer, but Fenrir in disguise.’
Her confused mind flashed with thoughts. Amber bit her lower lip and silently prayed to God.
May they rescue this poor lamb.
If he kept behaving like that, she felt she wouldn’t be able to endure the sounds.
