The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 87
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
“Ugh, aah…”
As he moved slowly, Amber let out a soft moan. It felt good, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction.
Knowing this, he leaned forward and cupped her b*****s with both hands.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You’re being… mean.”
“I know. Tell me.”
Amber’s n–ples were a delicate pink, and every time he saw them, he felt like he was losing his mind.
It drove him even crazier to rub them between his fingers.
No, his wife just drove him out of his mind.
Admiring her slender waist a bit more, he suddenly pulled out and thrust back in hard.
“Ah!”
It was sweet. The way her inner walls clenched around him as if to swallow him whole, the sweat dripping down her back, the scent of her juices.
Looking down at Amber with hazy eyes, he refocused on their actions.
Squish, squish!
The wet sounds mixed with the splashing of her juices.
Amber was on the verge of tears, feeling overwhelmed by the deep, pounding sensation inside her.
‘Please, please stop,’ she wanted to beg, but her words were drowned in moans, unable to form a coherent plea.
“Keep your back arched. That’s the best way to take it.”
His whisper was sticky and sweet.
Her posture was faltering, but biting down on the pillowcase, Amber lifted her hips again.
It was embarrassing, incredibly so, but in this position, their bodies fit together perfectly. She had learned well how to achieve the highest pleasure.
Igmeyer sighed lowly as he thrust into her from above.
Amber shivered at the sound, like a sated predator, and started to move in sync with him.
The lessons she received at the palace were all wrong.
She was beginning to understand that s-x wasn’t about lying still like a log.
It felt so much better this way.
Every time he reacted immediately to her movements, Amber got more excited.
Thud, thud!
The sound of their bodies colliding was intensely stimulating.
Amber soon cleared her mind and focused solely on the delightful act.
It was a thrilling night, almost to the point of feeling like she might die from the pleasure.
* * *
After their passionate action ended, Amber clung to Igmeyer, trying hard to keep her eyes open.
They were both drenched in sweat and fluids, making them a messy sight.
But there was no helping it. Amber couldn’t move a finger, and Igmeyer, the pervert, loved even this.
As she pressed her cheek against his firm chest, she suddenly voiced a thought.
“The imperial family has to get rid of Nidhogg, right?”
It was an unexpected question, but Igmeyer took it seriously and nodded.
“That’s right.”
“If Nidhogg is gone, they’ll try to take over the North.”
“They’ve granted a lot of autonomy to the North as a means to combat the evil dragon. Taxes were also waived so all resources could go towards military expenses.”
Both their voices were low and hoarse. Amber, giving up on clearing her throat, whispered softly.
After all, this was a conversation no one else should hear, and he would hear her no matter how softly she spoke.
“If Nidhogg is gone, the imperial family will send troops immediately. They’ll find some way to torment us.”
“No emperor sleeps with a sword over his head.”
“So Nidhogg is a necessary evil.”
They couldn’t easily get rid of it, and even if they did, everything had to be perfectly timed.
There was a reason previous grand dukes only prepared for the final war.
“…When I became the Grand Duke, an ancestor or someone like that appeared in my dream and told me this.”
After a brief silence, Igmeyer spoke quietly.
“They said to start the final war only when you hold both the means to prevent the emperor from touching Niflheim and the means for the North to achieve independence.”
“Yes.”
“As you can see, I haven’t found the answers yet. To either of those conditions.”
Amber couldn’t come up with an answer either.
After thinking about it, she simply closed her eyes in Igmeyer’s arms. For now, she will sleep and start thinking with a clear head tomorrow.
Still, as the Grand Duchess, having something important to do made the night a bit happier.
5. The Camellia Tattoo
“Achoo!”
Amber sneezed and rubbed her nose.
She was buried deep among the old shelves of the library.
This dusty place was the only library in Niflheim Castle.
Usually abandoned and lonely, Amber had opened the tightly shut doors and started cleaning.
“Madam, this book is completely rotten.”
“Put it on the table over there. We’ll need to restore it.”
“Yes!”
Not only Nora and Betty but several other maids were also mobilized for cleaning. They wiped the dust that had settled on the floor and shelves, swept away the cobwebs, and polished the windows with dry cloth until they shone.
After all that effort, the place finally looked presentable.
“Everyone, you’ve worked hard. I’ll inform the kitchen, so you can expect a special meal for dinner.”
“Wow, a special meal!”
