The large bedroom was filled with the sound of their panting.

Her body that had been feeling like it was floating, gradually sank into the soft and fluffy bed. Her consciousness began to hover between the present and dreams,

'...I can't bear it.'

While her head was blank, Iris heard a murmur in her ear, 'So cute. I want to see you like that again and again. That man really is stupid.'

Who the hell is the talking about? Actually, who is talking? Iris tried to remember where she was.

'Although, I would have killed you if you went back to him.'

Went back to whom? Kill who?
She could not understand what this person was talking about, as she began to fall asleep. But something jolted her awake: an alien finger penetrating her luscious honey pot.

'Iris, are you awake?'

'I am. Your finger...oh...' take it out.
As though he knew what she wanted his golden eyes narrowed, and he continued to stroke her silken inner flesh,

'No, I will not let you leave.'

'Er...ah...Ernest.'

Was he annoyed she had been falling asleep?

His lips drew into a wide spiteful smile, with a mysterious light sparking in his eyes that should be laughing.

Seeing grumpy Ernest, Iris tried to get up, but he held on to her slender waist and pulled her back to him,

'Ya, n ~, what is...'

'Don't run away, I don't want it to hurt.'

Ernest looked upset with her. She must have made a blunder before his Majesty, who was an adult man nine years older than her.

It was the first time she had seen such a look on his face. It made her heart pound and she was wide awake.

Ernest sank down between her legs and grabbed one of her thighs to part her legs wider.

'No. Ernest...!' she cried as Ernest buried his face between her legs at her secret place. She was awash with shame, but his tongue lapped at the honey flowing out of her petals.

'Fu, ~aa...'

His heated aphrodisiac tongue did not cause her pain; rather, his tongue technique sent her waves of pleasure much more than previously experienced. Her honey pot tightened around the intruding finger,
'Everything about you tastes so sweet...' he moaned.

'Ah~ please don't say anything....'
As his hot breath flushed her against her while he was talking, rocked her waist unconsciously. But it seemed he wanted to torture her more, and he deliberately blew at her sensitive petals. Her body trembled at the trivial stimulation, and more nectar poured out her.

Iris could not withstand the shame; she grabbed at the sheet and tried to pull up,

'I told you not to run away.'

'But a~nn...'

He had begun to stroke her inside with his buried finger. He pulled her to him and continued to lick her.
She could not help the sweet moans that emerged from her lips. He stimulated her tight vaginal opening that dripped love juice along his finger

She felt weird, she felt good. Iris realised her hips were pushing up against Ernest. She pulled away the silver head between her legs, and tried to escape.

But he did not stop his onslaught on her sensitive flesh, now licking the small hidden bud. He sucked up the bud into his hot mouth, and a flame of intense pleasure shot up from her lower abdomen.

She cried out as he rolled the bud in his tongue like a boiled sweet.
Whenever she tried to think, he sucked hard on her bud causing her to stiffen from the onslaught of pleasure.

'You are cute here, too. So sweet...worth licking for a while.'

What on earth is he saying?

She thought at his muttering. He looked ecstatic as Iris pulled at his hair to stop his teasing but he took her secret bud in her mouth again.
The obscene sound of licking burned her ears.

Even though it was embarrassing and her face was burning, he licked her swollen bud fast making the knot of flesh vibrate. She gave out nastier moans from her pink lips. Beyond the shame, Iris climbed the heights quickly as the pleasure burned her brain. Her back arched and she clenched the sheets tighter, then she fell back into the bed panting roughly.

This time Ernest did not give her time to immerse herself in the post orgasmic weightlessness. He inserted another finger into her soft flesh and began to suck on her blooming flower bud again.

'Wait wait ahn~'

He dexterously used his tongue to push back the hood covering the bud.

'Oh Iris, lose it more. Show me you who is naughtier and more loveable than anyone else.'

He said breathlessly against her sensitive flesh.

Iris was frightened; she had been forced into a situation that she could neither mentally nor physically escape.

But she was once again attacked with pleasure and white light burst behind her eyelids, as he kept licking and kneading the red engorged bud with the tip of his tongue. Her waist rose off the bed.

'Ya~aa...~ stop ~, please stop ~'

Reason was burned out of Iris as she desperately said words of refusal which could not be actually said to be refusal. Her head was no longer managing to work. Iris, who wanted to escape the onslaught of pleasure, tossed her head from side to side but Ernest gave a slight smile and pushed his two fingers deeper into her contracting flesh.

'Ha~ ahn~'
As he pressed into her, the warm thick honey flowed out of her along his manly wrist and down her smooth thighs.

'It should be around here...' he said as he fiddled around inside her. Iris continued to be carried by the waves of sensuality. Ernest expression held a certain zeal as he tickled inside her, looking for the back of her secret bud while painful heat swirled inside Iris.

'Oh oh, I feel strange ahn~ ahn~' Iris shut her eyes tightly as a painfully intense pleasure surged from deep inside her causing a burning fever in her body.

'Oh~ stop ahn~ please...ahn~' not matter how much, she clenched the sheets, tossed her head, clutched his hair, she wasn't able to hold back the tide. She was unbearably hot, but her body still sought greedily for the excruciating height of pleasure.

'As I thought, it's right here.' he said triumphantly. Gradually, her inner walls began to contract. As the pleasure built, Iris stretched her hand out to Ernest to cling on to him.

'Ya a~a ~ Er...nest...ah!'
She didn't know why but she feared she was going to die.

Although, you could say that only a skilled man could bring Iris to the brink such as this. Ernest took his hand off her waist and held her smaller hand in his.

'Oh Iris, I love you.' he said entwining his fingers with hers. He kept fingering her good spot and at the same time sucking on her flower bud. He bit her, and the core of pleasure that had built up within her burst. Iris' body convulsed as she screamed out her orgasm.

After that she lost count of how many times she rode the crescendos.
Her love tunnel was stirred and his tongue teased her nubbin, soon she realised three fingers were inside her. But she was awash with love juices to the extent that the silk sheets were now damp much to her shame.
She could not catch her breath.
Her completely boneless body was flung across the large bed, her teary violet eyes stared at the handsome face looking down at her.

Ernest stroked her cheek with his free hand, 'I'm sorry, I might have overdone it a bit.'

'...a bit?' Iris retorted, but she regretted it instantaneously.

Perhaps he would find her impudent. Though, she could not resist retorting, this man was the King of the country. Even if he were under the effects of the love potion, she was sure there was a limit to what she could just say.

'So Ernest...now that...'

'Well, I had a conscious awareness of overdoing things...'

'Huh...?' what was he trying to say now. To Iris, Ernest's brows were lowered and he looked reproachful, but also not.

'...but you are just too cute, I could not stop myself.'

Iris blushed; that was sly.

Even though, she understood this was a result of the love potion, she could not help but be affected.

Ernest gave a small smile and wiped his mouth of her juices with the back of his hand. She was sure he would wipe his hand on the sheets, but what he did instead shocked her.

He licked the smear on the back of his hand.

What was he doing? Why would he do that?

She was at a loss for words, blinking at him in surprise at his actions.

Ernest smiled, 'You are really delicious; sweeter than any wine.'

'That-something like that would never...'

'You may not believe me but it is true.' he replied. Ernest narrowed his eyes as he licked his hand clean.

'I can taste you every day from now on.'

Iris wondered how she would refute him. What was the point of tasting it every day?

While she was thinking, Ernest began to disrobe; taking off his suit jacket and his shirt. And then he undid his trousers.

It really looked like the love potion really was real. His revealed body was hard like steel. His chest looked broader than it did under clothes. And between his legs was the terrifying roar of his manhood, making her instinctively gulp. The thick, hard-looking penis was remarkably indicative of how excited the love potion had made him.

'Iris, don't stare at me so or I might inadvertently explode.'

Was such a thing possible?

But her eyes and mind were riveted staring at the evidence of his desire. She turned away and murmured words of apology.

Ernest covered her with his hard body and turned Iris to look at him. His expression was unfathomable.

'Iris, are you ready?'

There was joy and excitement in his voice and it made her eardrums tremble.

If she said no, would he stop?

Her logic curled up in the corner of her mind wanted to embrace the pale expectation.

Nevertheless, instinct stopped her from saying any words of denial.

Taking Iris' reaction as tacit agreement, Ernest raised her thighs to cradle his hard body,

'Ahn~' she cried as his burning meat stick brushed against the sensitive and slick lips of her honey pot.

'I love you, Iris. Be my wife.'

Tonight, Ernest had drunk a love potion; his love for her was not real, but Iris could never tell him.
Ernest's hardness pushed into Iris narrow canal, and she could not escape his invasion.