Chapter 59 - Sincere Apology Chapter 58 - Hostage Queen Chapter 57 - Affectionate King Chapter 56 - Igor’s Wish Chapter 55 - He Cares For You Chapter 54 - Basil Chapter 53 - Garden Check (19) Chapter 52 - Maidenhood Gone (19) Chapter 51 - Taste of Wine (19) Chapter 50 - Tradition Annulled Chapter 49 - Yearning Kiss Chapter 48 - You’re Beautiful Chapter 47 - Dimi Over You Chapter 46 - I’m Sorry, Rihannan Chapter 45 - The Truth Chapter 44 - Anastasia’s Daughter Chapter 43 - I Owe It to Her Chapter 42 - Igor’s Clumsiest Best Chapter 41 - Queen’s Palace Chapter 40 - Human Nature Chapter 39 - Igor’s Debt Chapter 38 - The Medicine Chapter 37 - Women Love Flowers Chapter 36 - Public Disgrace Chapter 35 - A Wife Who Does Not Love Chapter 34 - He Liked Her, After All Chapter 33 - Are You Crying? Chapter 32 - You’re My Wife, I’ll Protect You Chapter 31 - Mother's Grave Chapter 30 - Rihannan and Arundell Chapter 29 - Your Majesty, Please Get Out Chapter 28 - Suicidal Impulse Chapter 27 - Igor’s Regret Chapter 26 - But Divorce Me a Year Later Chapter 25 - Long Time No See Chapter 24 - I’ll Kill You Myself Chapter 23 - I’ll Be Alright Chapter 22 - A Favor Chapter 21 - Danil Lyurik Chapter 20 - A Future Worse Chapter 19 - Suffer the Same Fate Chapter 18 - New Man Chapter 17 - The Dream Chapter 16 - There Was a Time... Chapter 15 - Young King Chapter 14 - Years Later Chapter 13 - If She Did Her Job Properly… Chapter 12 - Of Chrichton Blood Chapter 11 - I Don’t Want To Marry Chapter 10 - Life In Her Belly Chapter 9 - Dimitri Priebius Chapter 8 - The First and Last Chapter 7 - Feared Queen Chapter 6 - Send Them Out Chapter 5 - Wanting His Love Chapter 4 - Get Out Chapter 3 - Hertia Cesca Chapter 2 - Loveless Marriage Chapter 1 - Golden Bird’s Feather
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Rihanna awoke at the break of dawn, her body burdened with exhaustion. A delicate heaviness enveloped her, rendering her immobile.
Gradually, she opened her eyes and gazed upon a slumbering man before her, innocent in his repose. He lay there, deeply asleep.
Silence prevailed as she took in his thick lashes, sharp nose, shapely lips, and chiseled face. Her mind wandered to their passionate encounter the previous night. Now, he lay serenely, devoid of his former aggression. The thought caused a flush of crimson to tinge her cheeks.
Her memory grew hazy after he instructed her to rest. Everything that followed became a blur. Well, she did manage to sleep afterward.
“I wonder how much time has elapsed.”
Rihanna lifted her head and glanced at the window. The sun had risen, and her maidservants would soon arrive. She needed to rise and prepare before their arrival. However, Igor clung tightly to her waist, making it difficult to extricate herself from his grasp.
As she futilely struggled to free herself, a large hand suddenly pressed against her forehead.
“Rihanna, if you keep moving like that, you’ll only awaken the tiger that has finally fallen asleep,” Igor warned, his eyes sparkling.
He seemed a bit drowsy and disoriented, his sharp gaze softening slightly.
Seconds later, the realization of his words dawned upon her, and she gingerly parted her lips. “…But it’s morning already. It’s nighttime, so why are you saying…”
His eyes widened, a faint blush gracing his cheeks.
Observing his fl**tered state, she wondered if she had misspoke.
Igor burst into laughter. After composing himself, he tenderly caressed her arm and guided her hand to his pelvic area.
“Men always wake up with morning wood. Didn’t you know?” he murmured in a husky tone.
The manhood she felt in her hand had risen to its full size and thickness.
She looked at his face—blank and stupefied—though a playful smirk danced on his lips. This sort of intimate conversation in the early morning was beyond her expectations.
“…I… I did not know.”
She quickly withdrew her hand, stumbling over her words.
She recalled Dimitri casually joking about never rudely entering the men’s room while sleeping in the early morning. Now she understood what he had meant.
“…But… engaging in such activities… um… it would be a little difficult for me… right now… um… you see… my body is a bit…” she shyly admitted, her face beet red from embarrassment.
Since awakening, her lower area had been aching, the discomfort surpassing the lingering soreness from their first night together. Taking in a man of his size was currently beyond her capabilities.
She worried about the consequences if Igor chose to embrace her.
Would she break in half?
Consumed by these concerns, Igor suddenly pulled back the blanket covering her, fully exposing her naked body.
Rihanna instinctively covered herself with both hands.
“….Igor?”
He knelt before her garden, parting her legs and revealing her blossomed flower. His gaze fixed upon her beautiful and alluring flesh, as the sweet scent of her nectar wafted through the air.
Shocked, she attempted to close her legs.
“W-What are you doing? Don’t do that!”
“I’m just checking if this pretty thing is okay.”
Igor placed his hands between her soft legs, examining her blooming flower.
Rihanna covered her face and shook her head. “I’m fine… so stop…”
“I already saw everything when I washed you clean last night. I’m sure you’d faint
from the sight of it.”
Her body froze.
That’s right.
Last night, she was covered in sticky sweat before falling asleep. But now, she was clean from head to toe. Even the area where bloodstains and white fluid would have been was spotless.
Gasping, she realized what he had done.
…How did he manage to clean me so thoroughly without waking me up?
As her tumultuous shock quietly permeated her eyes, Igor’s gaze grew stern and serious, like that of a reliable man. With her legs spread and her blooming flower fully exposed, he gently touched it.
Feeling his warm and smooth hand caress her flower, Rihanna bit her lip.
Heat slowly rose from her body, like a tempestuous storm.
“It doesn’t appear to be wounded. Are you in pain, Rihanna?” Igor withdrew his hand and asked with care.
She remained silent, her mouth shut. Her mind teetered on the edge of explosion while an unsettling sense of anxiety crept across her face.
“Rihanna, I know I was rough with you last night. I tried my best to restrain myself… but I wasn’t entirely successful…” Igor hurriedly continued as she stayed silent, “I’m sure you’re upset and that your experience was terrible. It was your first time, after all. But you’ll be fine in due time. I know it’s hasty to come to such a conclusion after just one encounter…”
“That’s not it,” Rihanna interjected, correcting him. The amount of care he had shown her and his tender, gentle words were overwhelming. “It’s true… it did hurt, but I never sensed any malicious intent from you. You needn’t worry. In the latter half, I…”
Enjoyed it.
That’s what she would have said had she not quickly sealed her lips. It would be utter madness to speak those embarrassing words aloud.
She fervently hoped he hadn’t heard her slip. Yes, it would be best to change the subject immediately.
But Igor had keen ears. Like a hunting dog discovering its prey, his eyes gleamed with excitement. “…What were you about to say? That you enjoyed it?”
Leaning closer, he cornered her, inching toward her until she pressed herself against the back of the bed. Trapped with no escape, she was at his mercy.
Not wanting to cause any trouble by pushing him away and unsure of what to do, she nervously pulled the blanket up, covering herself.
“Um…”
Igor smiled, a simple smile, as he beheld her radiant beauty. Despite knowing she was enduring hardships, both mentally and physically, she continued to tend to her flowers, which bloomed magnificently. No matter what she had endured, the warm rays of the sun never failed to shine upon her.
“…Rihanna.”
He gently tugged down the blanket and kissed her soft lips. He kissed her a million times until her lips became swollen. He craved her again and again.
The number of kisses they shared surpassed the years they had been married.
He kissed her repeatedly, his tongue lightly grazing her swollen lips. The taste of her lips filled his mouth, intoxicating him. Cupping her cheek, he seized her name and thrust his tongue deeply, exploring every crevice.
“Ha…” he inwardly groaned.
Only a day had passed since their awkwardly passionate night together, yet she responded to his advances with natural grace.
Rihanna placed her hand on his shoulder, surrendering to his desires as she kissed him back. Her sweet tongue fought back, delving into every corner of his mouth.
Igor’s cheeks reddened as their saliva mingled, their hot breath intermingling.
Knock! Knock!
Both Igor and Rihanna startled at
the sudden rapping on the door.
Rihanna quickly shut her eyes, overwhelmed with embarrassment, while Igor slowly parted his lips. A tinge of sadness flickered in his eyes as he spoke, “Let’s leave it at that for this morning. We will have countless nights together in the future.”
He spoke without hesitation or shame. Offering a gentle smile, he covered her body with a blanket. Then, rising from the bed, he grabbed the robe resting quietly by the bedside table.
“Come in.”
As his commanding words echoed, two maidservants entered. They had come to collect the evidence of their union. Igor carefully handed them a neatly folded cloth from the corner of the bed. The maidservants received it with respectful bows before leaving the room.
Once the door closed, Igor glanced back at Rihanna. She lay in the bed, her face bashful and flushed, with the blanket pulled up to her neck, revealing only her shy, red visage. The corners of his lips curled into a coquettish smile as he beheld that angel.
Approaching her with a skip in his step and cheeks blushing like rouge, he lightly pinched her cheek and spoke gently, “I wish to spend more time with you, but alas, I must let you rest. I have guests to attend to who came for the wedding. I will ask Mrs. Cesley to look after you. For now, it is best that you take a day of rest.”
He bestowed a light kiss upon her lips, then her nose, and finally her forehead.
“I will see you soon,” Igor said.
With that, he departed, opening the door leading to the adjacent room, and disappeared from view.
Rihanna collapsed onto the bed, her mind a chaotic mess. Yesterday… today… everything that transpired during that time felt unreal.
***
Entering the adjacent room, Basil stood to the side, holding a towel. He witnessed Igor’s face brimming with satisfaction and couldn’t help but smile gleefully.
“It seems to have gone well, Your Majesty. So… how was your first time?”
Igor snatched the towel from Basil’s hand without uttering a word. He despised others touching his body, but Basil was an exception.
And… Rihanna too… yes, he would offer his body to her whenever she desired.
“I debated whether to knock on the door before it got too late… but upon further consideration…” Basil’s voice trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“It’s a good thing you refrained. Otherwise, you’d be dead by now.”
As Basil let his thoughts slip, Igor responded in a low, growling tone. Basil pouted, thinking, Of course you would, black-haired beast.
“Oh, yes. You did mention that you didn’t want any witnesses present for the consummation ceremony. I thought you might execute me if I interrupted the moment,” Basil commented, then muttered softly to himself, “You even chased away the witnesses.”
“If you understood, you did well to remember my words.”
Igor discarded his clothes and stepped into the bath.
Basil smirked, harboring a devilish intention to tease the beast.
“But you know… it was her first night. You should have exercised more restraint. The sounds I heard all night were quite shocking. I was afraid, genuinely concerned for Her Majesty. I even thought she might run away…”
The door closed abruptly, only to open again in an instant.
Igor stood there, completely naked, striding toward Basil with an infuriated gaze.
“What did you hear?”
His teeth ground together, his eyes blazing like an inferno. He was on the verge of grabbing the decorative sword on the wall and slicing Basil apart.
Clearing his throat,
Basil hastily abandoned his jesting demeanor, waving his hands frantically from side to side.
Chapter 59 - Sincere Apology Chapter 58 - Hostage Queen Chapter 57 - Affectionate King Chapter 56 - Igor’s Wish Chapter 55 - He Cares For You Chapter 54 - Basil Chapter 53 - Garden Check (19) Chapter 52 - Maidenhood Gone (19) Chapter 51 - Taste of Wine (19) Chapter 50 - Tradition Annulled Chapter 49 - Yearning Kiss Chapter 48 - You’re Beautiful Chapter 47 - Dimi Over You Chapter 46 - I’m Sorry, Rihannan Chapter 45 - The Truth Chapter 44 - Anastasia’s Daughter Chapter 43 - I Owe It to Her Chapter 42 - Igor’s Clumsiest Best Chapter 41 - Queen’s Palace Chapter 40 - Human Nature Chapter 39 - Igor’s Debt Chapter 38 - The Medicine Chapter 37 - Women Love Flowers Chapter 36 - Public Disgrace Chapter 35 - A Wife Who Does Not Love Chapter 34 - He Liked Her, After All Chapter 33 - Are You Crying? Chapter 32 - You’re My Wife, I’ll Protect You Chapter 31 - Mother's Grave Chapter 30 - Rihannan and Arundell Chapter 29 - Your Majesty, Please Get Out Chapter 28 - Suicidal Impulse Chapter 27 - Igor’s Regret Chapter 26 - But Divorce Me a Year Later Chapter 25 - Long Time No See Chapter 24 - I’ll Kill You Myself Chapter 23 - I’ll Be Alright Chapter 22 - A Favor Chapter 21 - Danil Lyurik Chapter 20 - A Future Worse Chapter 19 - Suffer the Same Fate Chapter 18 - New Man Chapter 17 - The Dream Chapter 16 - There Was a Time... Chapter 15 - Young King Chapter 14 - Years Later Chapter 13 - If She Did Her Job Properly… Chapter 12 - Of Chrichton Blood Chapter 11 - I Don’t Want To Marry Chapter 10 - Life In Her Belly Chapter 9 - Dimitri Priebius Chapter 8 - The First and Last Chapter 7 - Feared Queen Chapter 6 - Send Them Out Chapter 5 - Wanting His Love Chapter 4 - Get Out Chapter 3 - Hertia Cesca Chapter 2 - Loveless Marriage Chapter 1 - Golden Bird’s Feather
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Rihanna awoke at the break of dawn, her body burdened with exhaustion. A delicate heaviness enveloped her, rendering her immobile.
Gradually, she opened her eyes and gazed upon a slumbering man before her, innocent in his repose. He lay there, deeply asleep.
Silence prevailed as she took in his thick lashes, sharp nose, shapely lips, and chiseled face. Her mind wandered to their passionate encounter the previous night. Now, he lay serenely, devoid of his former aggression. The thought caused a flush of crimson to tinge her cheeks.
Her memory grew hazy after he instructed her to rest. Everything that followed became a blur. Well, she did manage to sleep afterward.
“I wonder how much time has elapsed.”
Rihanna lifted her head and glanced at the window. The sun had risen, and her maidservants would soon arrive. She needed to rise and prepare before their arrival. However, Igor clung tightly to her waist, making it difficult to extricate herself from his grasp.
As she futilely struggled to free herself, a large hand suddenly pressed against her forehead.
“Rihanna, if you keep moving like that, you’ll only awaken the tiger that has finally fallen asleep,” Igor warned, his eyes sparkling.
He seemed a bit drowsy and disoriented, his sharp gaze softening slightly.
Seconds later, the realization of his words dawned upon her, and she gingerly parted her lips. “…But it’s morning already. It’s nighttime, so why are you saying…”
His eyes widened, a faint blush gracing his cheeks.
Observing his fl**tered state, she wondered if she had misspoke.
Igor burst into laughter. After composing himself, he tenderly caressed her arm and guided her hand to his pelvic area.
“Men always wake up with morning wood. Didn’t you know?” he murmured in a husky tone.
The manhood she felt in her hand had risen to its full size and thickness.
She looked at his face—blank and stupefied—though a playful smirk danced on his lips. This sort of intimate conversation in the early morning was beyond her expectations.
“…I… I did not know.”
She quickly withdrew her hand, stumbling over her words.
She recalled Dimitri casually joking about never rudely entering the men’s room while sleeping in the early morning. Now she understood what he had meant.
“…But… engaging in such activities… um… it would be a little difficult for me… right now… um… you see… my body is a bit…” she shyly admitted, her face beet red from embarrassment.
Since awakening, her lower area had been aching, the discomfort surpassing the lingering soreness from their first night together. Taking in a man of his size was currently beyond her capabilities.
She worried about the consequences if Igor chose to embrace her.
Would she break in half?
Consumed by these concerns, Igor suddenly pulled back the blanket covering her, fully exposing her naked body.
Rihanna instinctively covered herself with both hands.
“….Igor?”
He knelt before her garden, parting her legs and revealing her blossomed flower. His gaze fixed upon her beautiful and alluring flesh, as the sweet scent of her nectar wafted through the air.
Shocked, she attempted to close her legs.
“W-What are you doing? Don’t do that!”
“I’m just checking if this pretty thing is okay.”
Igor placed his hands between her soft legs, examining her blooming flower.
Rihanna covered her face and shook her head. “I’m fine… so stop…”
“I already saw everything when I washed you clean last night. I’m sure you’d faint
from the sight of it.”
Her body froze.
That’s right.
Last night, she was covered in sticky sweat before falling asleep. But now, she was clean from head to toe. Even the area where bloodstains and white fluid would have been was spotless.
Gasping, she realized what he had done.
…How did he manage to clean me so thoroughly without waking me up?
As her tumultuous shock quietly permeated her eyes, Igor’s gaze grew stern and serious, like that of a reliable man. With her legs spread and her blooming flower fully exposed, he gently touched it.
Feeling his warm and smooth hand caress her flower, Rihanna bit her lip.
Heat slowly rose from her body, like a tempestuous storm.
“It doesn’t appear to be wounded. Are you in pain, Rihanna?” Igor withdrew his hand and asked with care.
She remained silent, her mouth shut. Her mind teetered on the edge of explosion while an unsettling sense of anxiety crept across her face.
“Rihanna, I know I was rough with you last night. I tried my best to restrain myself… but I wasn’t entirely successful…” Igor hurriedly continued as she stayed silent, “I’m sure you’re upset and that your experience was terrible. It was your first time, after all. But you’ll be fine in due time. I know it’s hasty to come to such a conclusion after just one encounter…”
“That’s not it,” Rihanna interjected, correcting him. The amount of care he had shown her and his tender, gentle words were overwhelming. “It’s true… it did hurt, but I never sensed any malicious intent from you. You needn’t worry. In the latter half, I…”
Enjoyed it.
That’s what she would have said had she not quickly sealed her lips. It would be utter madness to speak those embarrassing words aloud.
She fervently hoped he hadn’t heard her slip. Yes, it would be best to change the subject immediately.
But Igor had keen ears. Like a hunting dog discovering its prey, his eyes gleamed with excitement. “…What were you about to say? That you enjoyed it?”
Leaning closer, he cornered her, inching toward her until she pressed herself against the back of the bed. Trapped with no escape, she was at his mercy.
Not wanting to cause any trouble by pushing him away and unsure of what to do, she nervously pulled the blanket up, covering herself.
“Um…”
Igor smiled, a simple smile, as he beheld her radiant beauty. Despite knowing she was enduring hardships, both mentally and physically, she continued to tend to her flowers, which bloomed magnificently. No matter what she had endured, the warm rays of the sun never failed to shine upon her.
“…Rihanna.”
He gently tugged down the blanket and kissed her soft lips. He kissed her a million times until her lips became swollen. He craved her again and again.
The number of kisses they shared surpassed the years they had been married.
He kissed her repeatedly, his tongue lightly grazing her swollen lips. The taste of her lips filled his mouth, intoxicating him. Cupping her cheek, he seized her name and thrust his tongue deeply, exploring every crevice.
“Ha…” he inwardly groaned.
Only a day had passed since their awkwardly passionate night together, yet she responded to his advances with natural grace.
Rihanna placed her hand on his shoulder, surrendering to his desires as she kissed him back. Her sweet tongue fought back, delving into every corner of his mouth.
Igor’s cheeks reddened as their saliva mingled, their hot breath intermingling.
Knock! Knock!
Both Igor and Rihanna startled at
the sudden rapping on the door.
Rihanna quickly shut her eyes, overwhelmed with embarrassment, while Igor slowly parted his lips. A tinge of sadness flickered in his eyes as he spoke, “Let’s leave it at that for this morning. We will have countless nights together in the future.”
He spoke without hesitation or shame. Offering a gentle smile, he covered her body with a blanket. Then, rising from the bed, he grabbed the robe resting quietly by the bedside table.
“Come in.”
As his commanding words echoed, two maidservants entered. They had come to collect the evidence of their union. Igor carefully handed them a neatly folded cloth from the corner of the bed. The maidservants received it with respectful bows before leaving the room.
Once the door closed, Igor glanced back at Rihanna. She lay in the bed, her face bashful and flushed, with the blanket pulled up to her neck, revealing only her shy, red visage. The corners of his lips curled into a coquettish smile as he beheld that angel.
Approaching her with a skip in his step and cheeks blushing like rouge, he lightly pinched her cheek and spoke gently, “I wish to spend more time with you, but alas, I must let you rest. I have guests to attend to who came for the wedding. I will ask Mrs. Cesley to look after you. For now, it is best that you take a day of rest.”
He bestowed a light kiss upon her lips, then her nose, and finally her forehead.
“I will see you soon,” Igor said.
With that, he departed, opening the door leading to the adjacent room, and disappeared from view.
Rihanna collapsed onto the bed, her mind a chaotic mess. Yesterday… today… everything that transpired during that time felt unreal.
***
Entering the adjacent room, Basil stood to the side, holding a towel. He witnessed Igor’s face brimming with satisfaction and couldn’t help but smile gleefully.
“It seems to have gone well, Your Majesty. So… how was your first time?”
Igor snatched the towel from Basil’s hand without uttering a word. He despised others touching his body, but Basil was an exception.
And… Rihanna too… yes, he would offer his body to her whenever she desired.
“I debated whether to knock on the door before it got too late… but upon further consideration…” Basil’s voice trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“It’s a good thing you refrained. Otherwise, you’d be dead by now.”
As Basil let his thoughts slip, Igor responded in a low, growling tone. Basil pouted, thinking, Of course you would, black-haired beast.
“Oh, yes. You did mention that you didn’t want any witnesses present for the consummation ceremony. I thought you might execute me if I interrupted the moment,” Basil commented, then muttered softly to himself, “You even chased away the witnesses.”
“If you understood, you did well to remember my words.”
Igor discarded his clothes and stepped into the bath.
Basil smirked, harboring a devilish intention to tease the beast.
“But you know… it was her first night. You should have exercised more restraint. The sounds I heard all night were quite shocking. I was afraid, genuinely concerned for Her Majesty. I even thought she might run away…”
The door closed abruptly, only to open again in an instant.
Igor stood there, completely naked, striding toward Basil with an infuriated gaze.
“What did you hear?”
His teeth ground together, his eyes blazing like an inferno. He was on the verge of grabbing the decorative sword on the wall and slicing Basil apart.
Clearing his throat,
Basil hastily abandoned his jesting demeanor, waving his hands frantically from side to side.
