Predatory Marriage

Chapter 153. Tie Me Up (7)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Ishakan slowly pushed her sweat-soaked hair back. She was asleep. She had fainted again after s3x. Gazing at her white, tearstained face, he removed the leather cuffs from her wrists, the chains rattling.

He had brought the leather cuffs in case she panicked, since he couldn’t always be with her; he intended to tie her up so she wouldn’t hurt herself. But he had never planned to use them this way.

With the cuffs off, he kissed the red marks on her wrists and ankles. He licked the protruding bones in her ankles, lightly bit her knees, even rubbed his face on the inside of her thighs. The secret area between her legs was in full view, devoid of pubic hair, pink and moist as cream. His s3men had begun to spill out of her, and Ishakan pushed it back in with his fingers.

The wet sensation on his fingers made his manhood jerk, and he sighed.

“Haa…”

Inwardly, he smiled. Just looking at her made his manhood rise. If someone accused him of being a beast, he couldn’t argue.

Slowly, he began stroking his veined manhood, the movement becoming faster, making a rhythmic noise. Ishakan licked his dry lips. Squinting, he looked at the white body before him. Her white body was covered in red marks. It satisfied him, like a beast that had marked its territory.

Reaching out a hand, he caressed her breast, the soft n!pple protruding between his fingers. He couldn’t help lowering his head to bite it and lick it until it swelled again, dark pink.

Even though he was being a little rough, Leah didn’t move a muscle. She was probably exhausted; she only frowned and let out a soft moan. Her silver eyelashes trembled.

“Mmm…”

That sound instantly stimulated him. Ishakan’s expression was fierce, bestial, as he felt his cl!max coming. Squeezing her breast, he let out a low groan. “Mm, ahh…”

His muscles tensed as his s3men sprayed onto her belly. His chest swelled and contracted with every breath as his s3men spurted, and his manhood only softened after he came a few more times.

Ishakan bent his face to her br3asts and kissed them all over. Smelling her scent, he felt his manhood rise again, but this time he really would restrain himself. It wasn’t easy. He had to bite her slender neck again before he could make himself get up.

Bringing a cloth to wipe her belly, Ishakan suddenly stopped and looked at her as she slept soundly. He had fed her equally today, in both her upper and lower mouths, so he thought he didn’t need to feed her anymore. Besides, it wasn’t a good idea to disturb her when she was sleeping…

If anyone could have read his thoughts, they would have accused him of having no conscience. Ishakan cleaned her body and then sat with her, leaning against the headboard of the bed. Beside him, he pulled Leah to him so she could lay her head on his thigh and covered her with a soft blanket.

Fumbling through his nightstand, he produced his tobacco pipe. In Estia he had made do with cigars and a rough pipe, but now that he was back in Kurkan, he had a proper pipe, long and thin and elegant.

He drew a puff into his mouth. The characteristic refreshing aroma wafted through the room, and his excitement slowly subsided. His glowing golden eyes lost their intensity.

His eyes drooped as he looked down at Leah and stroked her hair. Her eyelids trembled at his touch. She must have been very tired. But there was a pink glow to her cheeks, and the strain in her face had faded considerably. As his hand passed through her hair, Ishakan remembered what Morga had told him.

—It is recommended that you have s3x frequently…

As soon as they had reached the city, Morga had summoned all the sorcerers in Kurkan. He planned to work with them to decipher the spells on Leah and discover methods to remove them. Until then, however, the temporary treatment was frequent s3x. Ishakan’s blood had been far more effective than expected. Morga hoped that his s3men might also have some effect, given Ishakan’s immunity to spells.

Whenever Ishakan had had s3x with Leah in the past, in fact, she had been noticeably more stable afterward.

—But it is only a hypothesis. Please don’t overdo it.

Morga had obviously added those words for Leah’s sake. Ishakan had tried to restrain himself, but she had ended up fainting again anyway.

Exhaling a slow stream of smoke, Ishakan caressed her thin shoulder. She had lost more weight from the severity of the Queen’s treatments in preparation for her marriage to Byun Gyeonbaek.

She needed to gain it back.