Warning🔞

Hapon na hindi pa rin nagigising ang Emperor, kada oras pinupunasan ko ang ilang parte ng katawan niya ng tela na binabasa ko muna ng tubig. Medyo bumaba na rin ang kanyang lagnat.

It was fortunate that he had the presence of mind to tie up his wound during their journey, or else he might lost too much blood. I sighed in quiet relief, though the weight of the situation still hung heavy in the air. I hadn’t expected him to actually follow me here, especially given the likely mountain of duties he must have left behind at the palace. Surely, there were countless tasks demanding his attention, yet here he was, by my side.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sudden groan from him. His face twisted in pain, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He began to stir, his body shifting restlessly as though caught in the grip of a terrible dream. Alarmed, I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your Majesty," I called softly at first, unsure if he would respond. I gently tapped his cheek, trying to rouse him, but he remained unconscious, his expression still tense.

His movements became more erratic, his body jerking as if struggling against some unseen force. Panic began to set in, "Your Majesty!" I called louder, my voice rising in urgency as I continued to tap his face, harder this time, hoping to wake him. But instead of calming down, his restlessness turned violent. Before I could react, he suddenly shot upright and, with alarming speed, his hands closed around my neck in a brutal grip.

I froze in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. His face, once so composed, was now twisted in a savage snarl, his eyes wild and burning with fury. It was as though he had transformed into a completely different person. I gasped as the pressure on my throat increased, the air being choked out of my lungs. My mind raced in desperation.

Damn it. Is this how I’m going to die? At his hands?

Instinct kicked in, and I began to fight back, my hands flailing against his chest and arms, desperately trying to push him away. But his strength was overwhelming, and I could feel the last bits of air slipping from my lungs. My vision blurred at the edges. "I-Isaac," I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to speak his name.

Something shifted in him. His grip loosened ever so slightly, and his eyes blinked, as if suddenly waking from a nightmare. "W-Wife?" he stammered, confusion flickering in his gaze. I nodded frantically, gasping for air. The shock of realization dawned on him, and he immediately released me, his hands falling away as if he had been burned. I collapsed forward, clutching my throat, gasping for breath as though I had just been pulled from the depths of drowning. I coughed violently, my throat burning with each ragged breath I managed to take.

I winced as I gingerly touched my neck, the skin tender and sore from the force of his grip. Slowly, my breathing steadied, though the pain lingered. I looked up at him, the Emperor, who now stood frozen, his face pale with horror and guilt. His eyes were wide, his remorse clear as he stared at me, struggling to process what he had done.

"What… what happened?" I croaked, my voice hoarse and shaky. I swallowed hard, trying to soothe the rawness in my throat, though the discomfort remained.

"I… I always have nightmares whenever I sleep," he confessed, his voice low and filled with an unexpected heaviness. I frowned, confused. During the nights we had slept together, he had seemed peaceful. There had been no signs of the terror that gripped him now.

"A nightmare from the past?" I asked, my voice softer this time, but laced with curiosity. His eyes darkened, and he gave me a slow, almost reluctant nod. I studied his face, trying to imagine what kind of horrors he had faced in his life. It was hard to believe that a man so strong, so seemingly unshakable, could be haunted by something so deeply.

What had he gone through? What kind of darkness lay hidden behind those eyes?

"I am sorry," he said, his voice breaking the silence between us. His eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, were filled with genuine remorse, "I didn’t mean to hurt you."

I pressed my lips together, letting the moment sink in. "It’s okay," I said finally, offering him a small, reassuring smile. I could see the tension ease from his shoulders, his expression softening as my words seemed to reach him.

He glanced away, his face still troubled, but the sharp edge of guilt had dulled. "You must be hungry," I said gently, shifting the conversation away from the heavy moment. His body tensed slightly, and before he could respond, his stomach growled, loud and insistent. I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breaking the lingering tension in the room.

He stiffened, clearly embarrassed, but I stood up with a chuckle. "Wait here," I told him, my tone lighter now. He just watched me as I exited the chamber, his eyes still shadowed with lingering guilt.

I returned a few moments later, a tray of food in my hands.

I found him standing by the window, his gaze distant, lost in thought. The soft glow of the late afternoon sun bathed the room in a warm, golden light, but it did nothing to chase away the heaviness in his expression. He looked troubled, as if a storm of thoughts swirled in his mind, but he remained unmoving.

"Let's eat," I called out softly, hoping to break the silence and pull him back from whatever thoughts consumed him. My voice seemed to do the trick. His attention shifted immediately, and with a brief nod, he turned and walked toward me.

I had already arranged the food on the bed, setting it neatly on a tray. I sat down on the edge, while he took his place across from me, settling into his usual, composed demeanor.

"I can't use my hand," he said, his tone calm but serious. His words made me pause, and I glanced up at him, narrowing my eyes slightly in disbelief.

"Really? What about the other hand?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, half-expecting him to reconsider or even smile at the suggestion. Surely he could manage with his uninjured arm.

But instead, he shook his head, his expression remaining serious. For a moment, I thought he might be teasing me, but there was no humor in his eyes. He wasn't joking at all.

I sighed, feeling a slight sense of defeat. "Alright, I'll feed you then," I muttered, barely managing to suppress the urge to roll my eyes at him. I wanted to give him an annoyed look, but I held back. His face lit up with a subtle smile, clearly amused by my concession.

I began preparing the food, carefully scooping up a small portion onto the spoon. As I raised it to his lips, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing—he was already composed there, mouth wide open, waiting eagerly like a child. It was an unexpected sight, and the contrast between his usual stoic demeanor and his current behavior was almost comical.

He opened his mouth even wider, urging me to feed him. Unable to hold back any longer, I stifled a small laugh and placed the spoonful of food into his mouth.

He ate with enthusiasm, chewing quickly and swallowing, only to open his mouth again for the next bite. There was something oddly endearing about how readily he accepted each spoonful, as if the simple act of being fed brought him some unspoken comfort. His usual composed nature seemed to melt away in the moment, and it made me smile.

I continued feeding him, and he ate heartily, barely pausing between bites. It was as if he hadn’t eaten in days, and I couldn’t help but be amused by how focused he was on the food. Even when I gave him large spoonfuls, he swallowed them all without complaint, determined to finish everything on the plate.

As I ate my own portion in between feeding him, I realized how quickly we were finishing the meal. Despite the silence between us, there was an undeniable sense of warmth in the air, a quiet companionship that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Once we were done, I cleared the empty plates and stood up, glancing at him as he remained seated. "You should take a bath now," I suggested, noticing the faint sheen of sweat on his skin. He nodded silently, and I left him in the chamber to wash up.

As I stepped out, I couldn’t help but reflect on the strange, quiet bond we were forming. It was moments like these, unexpected and simple, that made me realize how much had changed between us.

"How's your husband, sweetheart?" my mother asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips, her tone light but full of mischief.

"He is fine now, Mother," I replied, keeping my voice calm and measured, hoping she wouldn’t push further. She nodded slowly, her eyes glinting with a knowing smile as if she had more to say.

"And can we expect a grandchild soon?" she asked, her words casual, but the impact immediate. My eyes widened in shock, and she giggled at my stunned reaction.

"Mother, that's not something we're thinking about right now," I said, doing my best to remain composed despite the awkwardness that flooded through me. The mere thought of it was embarrassing, and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

She furrowed her brows as if she wanted to argue, but after a moment, she simply nodded. "Alright, I understand," she said, though her playful smile never left her face. "But you know, it's best to enjoy each other’s company first before anything else," she added with a wink, her grin widening mischievously.

I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment. Goodness, Celestia’s mother could be so mischievous. I couldn’t believe we were even having this conversation.

I was in their royal chamber because she had insisted on bringing me here, saying she had something important to give me. I followed her as she eagerly led me to a large chest at the foot of her bed, rummaging through it with an excited gleam in her eyes.

I watched curiously as she pulled out a dress, my brows knitting together in confusion. What could she possibly be giving me now? When she turned to face me, her smile was wide and proud as if she had found a great treasure.

"Here, wear this," she said, holding the dress up in front of me. "This is what I wore on my first night with your father." My eyes widened in horror as she held it out toward me.

It was a nightdress, but not just any nightdress—it was incredibly sheer, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The maroon fabric had high slits on both sides, backless, with long sleeves but an alarmingly low neckline. I could only stare in disbelief at the piece of clothing.

"Mother, I can’t wear that," I protested, shaking my head. There was simply no way I could put on something so revealing, especially when I’d only spent two nights with the Emperor. The mere thought of wearing such a provocative dress around him made my stomach flip with embarrassment.

My mother’s shoulders slumped, clearly disappointed by my refusal. I pressed my lips together, trying not to feel guilty, but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

"Sweetheart, sometimes we need to be a little... seductive with our husbands," she began, her tone sweet but persuasive, "It keeps the spark alive in the marriage," she added, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. I shook my head again, more firmly this time. Seduction was certainly not part of my plan.

She pouted, but after a moment of thought, her face brightened once more. "What if you wore a robe over it? That way, it won’t be as obvious," she suggested, her eyes lighting up as if she had found the perfect solution.

I stared at the nightdress for a moment, considering her suggestion. Perhaps if I wore a silk robe over it, it wouldn’t be so revealing. Maybe it would make this less awkward.

With a deep sigh, I nodded reluctantly. My mother giggled in triumph, clearly pleased that she had finally convinced me.

I bathed in their chamber, and once I had finished, I slipped into the nightdress she had given me. As promised, I wore the maroon silk robe she had suggested, tying it securely around my waist. At least the robe provided some modesty, though I still felt self-conscious. My mother then insisted on brushing my hair, humming happily to herself as she did so.

I wasn’t eager to leave the safety of their chamber, but she practically shoved me out the door, insisting that I return to my own. If I could avoid spending the night in the same chamber as the Emperor, I would have, but that wasn’t an option. Hindi maaaring malaman nila kung anong klaseng relasyon na meron kaming dalawa.

Huminto ako sa tapat ng pintuan, huminga ako ng malalim bago ako pumasok. Agad kong nilibot ang tingin nang nakapasok ako, nakita ko naman ang Emperor sa labas, nakatayo sa balkonahe.

I sighed softly and walked towards him, my footsteps barely making a sound. "What are you thinking, Your Majesty?" I asked, my voice steady, calm, and composed. He immediately turned to face me, his gaze intense as it settled on mine for a moment, before shifting back to the sky.

"You still don’t use my name," he remarked, his tone serious, a hint of something unspoken beneath his words. I felt a small pause in the air between us, unsure of how to respond.

"Perhaps, you just don’t like it," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, almost as if he was sharing a secret. There was a vulnerability in his words that took me by surprise.

"I’m just not used to it," I replied, my eyes drifting upwards to the glowing moon. The night was quiet, serene, but the tension between us was anything but. My ears perked as he spoke again.

"Then what can I do to make you used to it?" he asked, his voice deeper this time, more deliberate. He was serious. My brows furrowed as I turned to look at him, our eyes locking. His gaze was unwavering, and there was an intensity in his expression that sent a flutter of unease through me.

"It just takes time," I finally said, breaking eye contact and turning my gaze away. "Don’t bother doing anything," my voice remained steady, though I could feel a slight tension building beneath my calm exterior.

"Why not?" he asked, a hint of curiosity laced in his tone. He wasn’t letting this go.

"Because that’s not something an Emperor should concern himself with," I reminded him, my patience beginning to fray. But deep down, I knew there was another reason I didn’t want him to push further. The truth was, I was terrified of losing control—of losing this game I had been carefully playing.

I was afraid that if he continued to blur the lines between us, I might truly fall for him. The thought was both unsettling and dangerous. The Emperor was not someone I could afford to be vulnerable with, not in this world where power was everything. Yet, every time he chipped away at the wall I had built, I felt myself getting closer to the edge.

Napasinghap ako nang bigla niya akong hinila. Our eyes met, and I felt as if his gaze was pulling me under, drowning me in its intensity. I swallowed hard. "But I am not just an Emperor, I am also your husband," he said, his voice low and husky, vibrating with authority. My heart began to pound in my chest, faster and harder, as if trying to break free. I instinctively tried to push him away, but he resisted effortlessly. I looked up at him again, my voice firm as I replied, "But not a lover."

A smirk played on his lips. "Seems like we haven’t clarified that yet," he teased, his voice taking on a sultry tone that sent shivers down my spine. Why does it sound so tempting? "Then let me give you a hint, wife," he continued, and before I could react, his lips crashed against mine.

My heart felt like it was going to explode from how hard it was beating. His lips moved against mine, electrifying every nerve in my body, stirring a heat that spread through me like wildfire. His lips were warm and gentle, yet commanding. My lips parted instinctively, and he immediately deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped me, his kiss tender yet burning with intensity, igniting a flame within me. Unable to resist, I responded, matching the rhythm of his lips with my own. It felt intoxicating, as if I were drowning in the heat of his mouth, making me close my eyes.

I clung to his neck, and our kiss grew deeper, more fervent. Another moan escaped my lips as our movements became more aggressive. I let him slip off my robe, which fell in a heap at our feet. My back arched slightly when he pushed me, pinning me against the wall.

"Isaac," I moaned, my voice trembling with need. His groan reverberated against my skin as his lips trailed down to my neck, sucking and licking my sensitive skin. My grip tightened around his arm as his hand found its way to my breast. I licked my lips, the overwhelming sensation making me dizzy. Damn, it felt so good.

"Your breasts are soft and beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. I bit my lip as he gently lowered the top of my dress. So that’s the purpose of this design—it’s far too easy to remove.

"This dress suits you perfectly," I heard him murmur. I opened my eyes, meeting his fiery gaze, filled with intense passion and something deeper—admiration. His hand squeezed my breast, making me arch against him. I bit my lip, but he captured my lips again, his kisses becoming more desperate, more urgent.

His lips traveled down again, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, heat surging through me, burning me from the inside out.

I felt his mouth in the valley between my breasts. "Can I taste them?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, his eyes half-lidded but piercing, as if pleading for permission.

I nodded slowly, my breath hitching as he moved gently, his eyes never leaving mine. My lips parted as his mouth closed around my nipple, teasing it with slow, deliberate movements. I bit my lip harder this time, a loud moan escaping my throat as he sucked, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

The world around me blurred, overtaken by the intense sensations flooding my body. He licked and sucked my nipple with a hunger that made my skin tingle, while his other hand massaged my other breast.

Oh my god, I’m losing my mind.

"Hmmp!" I whimpered, feeling a tickling sensation building in my core, spreading down to my womanhood.

He lifted me, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me again, and before I realized it, we were moving in into the room.

Moments later, we collapsed onto the soft bed, our lips still locked in a heated kiss. I felt him adjust my clothing, pulling away slightly.

I bit my lip, our eyes meeting again. There was tenderness in his gaze, admiration mixed with something soft, "Let’s sleep now wife," he whispered, his voice calm and soothing. Napapikit ako nang hinalikan niya ako sa noo.

I pressed my lips together. What? Is it just me? Am I the only one frustrated by this?

He lay beside me, pulling me into his embrace. Goodness! I can't believe my body reacted this way. Damn, this is so embarrassing.