Who Stole The Empress

Chapter 43: Ensemble drink

A very small ripple spread across Roselyns chest.

Tamon approached her spontaneously and diligently, as if he were walking into the ripples.

Youre so unrealistically beautiful, I dont think youre a human being.

The word beautiful tickled her earlobes as if shed never heard it before.

Dont look at me like that. I didnt do anything to get you excited. Ill be there before it starts.

How could he be so incapable of managing his facial expressions?

It sounded like he didnt mind such vulgar and naked words.

It was strange.

Roselyn didnt know what expression he was making anymore, and it scared her.

She strained her face so she didnt look disturbed.

She didnt want him to see that underneath the awkward expression was a poorly made Roselyn who was confused by his words.

Youre always flattering me.

Thats my charm.

Then Tamon smiled very charmingly.

Lets have a drink. To relax.

Tamon pulled her along as he lifted the bottle in one hand.

He led her to a small table set up on the expansive terrace.

He took out a wine glass in one corner of the room and held it out in front of her. The clear liquor filled the two glasses.

He lifted his glass first, and then Roselyn, a little hesitantly, lifted hers.

Tamon bumped his glass against hers.

For a complete and perfect deal.

He emptied the glass in one gulp.

Roselyn followed him and emptied her glass. It was a crisp white wine. A moderately sweet liquor enveloped her mouth.

While she was examining the wine, the glass was filled once more.

This is what they do in the East

He raised his glass again, and Roselyn did not hesitate to take it from him.

Tamon, who was staring at her with lowered, relaxed eyes, suddenly murmured mischievously,

I heard its an ensemble drink. 

(*Im not sure if thats the right term. Let me know if you know the term.

Ensemble?

As a Roselyn who knew what that meant, she was a little confused. It was because it didnt seem like an appropriate word in this situation.

Its a drink for a man and a woman getting married.

Its also a drink that a man and a woman drink before spending the night together, right?

She didnt think Tamon knew the other meanings. Roselyn nodded, a step behind.

yes.

Then this is also our ensemble drink, is it not?

 Now.is it a romantic moment?

My heart is beating so fast that I thought its romantic. Am I the only one who felt that way? This is very upsetting

His laid-back tone made her feel a little dumbfounded, a little soul-less.

He was also really handy at not making people look slighted when he said things or made expressions like that.

Shaking her head, Roselyn calmly replied.

When your pounding heart truly bursts, then I will believe your words wholeheartedly. I hope that you can somehow buy my trust.

How can you be so cruel with those sweet lips that have kissed me so many times?

How could he say such things as kissed and sweet lips in front of her?

Roselyn felt strange and embarrassed to hear those words.

She said, laying out the admonition with a stiff face that hid a slight flush.

Your words are frivolous. You sound like a man who knows no shame. Dont you know that you dont say such words unnecessarily outside the house? If you dont know that, why dont you learn it now?

Roselyn taught him manners and etiquette with a face that she tried to keep quiet and composed. Little did she know that the more she did, the more Tamon would want to tease her.

He was staring at the small, white Roselyn, who was looking at him with a solemn expression, and he nodded very seriously.

Shame . Why do you keep looking for things that I dont have?

It cant be. It must be somewhere inside you, so look carefully.

Is that so? But why do I want to talk about your good moans and the touch of your hot tongue hidden inside your lips. 

Tamon!

She screamed his name and covered his mouth in surprise.

Roselyn had never seen anyone talk so openly about such lewdness. It was truly astonishing debauchery. Looking at her expression, Tamon laughed profusely.

You look like you want to strangle me right now, dont you?

You got that right. So please, shut your obscene mouth for a moment.

 Thats too bad. It was such a wonderful ecstasy that I could comment on it for days.

Say one more word and Ill jump off that parapet without hesitation.

Her face flushed red, she clenched her fists resolutely. At the look in her eyes that oozed true feelings, Tamon finally raised his hand.

Okay. Lets stop. I dont want to see any more of you covered in blood.

Roselyn sighed weakly as she was finally relieved.

If he said more things like that. Even before jumping off the parapet, she felt like her head was going to burst with embarrassment.

Tamon, who was watching her with a look of amusement on his face, spoke to her humanely.

While Im off guard, you can strangle me at least once. But I dont think you can break my neck with those tiny hands.

. Ill really do my best.

Tamon laughed lowly at her sincere answer.

He lifted his second cup in a pleasant low tone.

The feverish Roselyn also filled and emptied her glass. The cold wine flowed sweetly down her throat. One glass did not cool the fever, so she emptied another one faster.

The wine was more potent than she expected, and she felt her drunkenness rising after 3 glasses. 

It wasnt too much, just enough to make her feel good. Finally, Roselyn could feel the tension that had been wafting from the bathroom loosening up.

She didnt realize now that Tamons outrageous joke had also helped her relax.

Shall we have another drink?

She wanted to borrow a little more alcohol for her fast-pulsing heart. She was as thirsty as if she had swallowed a lump of fire.

 Stop.

But Tamon caught her wrist as she tried to take the wine.

He shook his head with a laugh as he frowned.

You like alcohol more than I thought. Ill keep that in mind. But I think it would be better if you drank less now.

 Why?

 Well, you know.

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in tight. Tamon and Roselyns faces immediately came closer together.

Dont get too relaxed.

He murmured as he gently wiped his lips over hers at a passing distance.

Her body stiffened a little, as if she had found out what he really meant. She deliberately said in a harder voice with a serious expression.

Who who said it was nervous?

He replied with a gentle laugh.

I did.

You were so nervous, but now youre finally relieved. So

Every time he spoke, their lips rubbed softly together like feathers colliding.

Lets go to bed now.

Roselyns slightly opened lower lip that was sucked into his lips.

****

An intense light shone.

An immense force slipped out of him and surged back in, as if to break through his body.

Engraving was more than just giving.

As much as he gave away, some of her flowed into him.

Each time he thrusted harder into her, Roselyns tiny body shuddered as she squeezed him tightly.

Ah

Her small, open red lips flinched and shook, unsure of what to do. Tamon held her close to his body, licking her tiny earlobe and whispering, 

Say  my name, Asha. (*Roselyns new name was Aranrosia Asha)

Tamon Tamon!

Tamons power caused her waist to flex at the narrowest point. Her red apex tempted him with its scent, and Tamon didnt hesitate to suck her in.

The scent of her flesh, the warmth of her body, drove him crazy.

At this rate, he was going to be a madman inside her. He could range as far as he wanted. He could go mad with pleasure.

If only he could hold her, if only he could possess this scent.

Aranrosia.

No. . Oh, no. !

Unable to hold back her dizziness, Roselyn bit Tamons shoulder.

Tamon laughed like a beast at the adorable pain the little teeth gave him, and he held her up tightly with both arms.

Then he struck her down. The sound of wetness echoed faintly in the air.

The sea breeze blew coolly through the open window, but sweat pooled on their hot flesh.

The sound of sweat tingling between the skin that was in contact with the small waves lapping against it was nakedly audible.

.!

Tamons power penetrated Roselyn very deeply. Deep, so deep that it shook her soul and settled into its roots.

My engraver, my little ocean.

Tamon dug into her open lips, occupying the inside of her mouth.

He sought out her escaping little tongue and grabbed it, breathing over it.

Her breath filled him. His chest rose full of the great satisfaction that washed over him like a wave.

With a firmness that could not be broken, he engraved himself in her.

So that the hateful lips that said she would never love him cry out for him one day.

So that all this body, soul, and memories of pleasure would bind her forever.

I wont let you go.

Tamons firm arms held her tightly .

Never.

He held her tightly, feeling her tiny body squirming inside him, ever so lovely, as if she was going to collapse.

He could see her thin neck flinching. And he was drooling.

The pure white, thin neck stimulated his appetite and lust at the same time. He didnt hesitate and bit her neck.

Ah!

He left a large, red mark that was incomparably larger than her teeth marks from earlier.

Tamon bared his teeth in full satisfaction, laughing and lacing her open lips with his.

It was sweet.

The sweet, refreshing taste and aroma filled him.

Even if he was to die after taking this bite now, he would be too happy and fragrant to give it up. Tamon greedily bit her into his mouth.

He bit and licked until her small, white body turned bright red and he was satisfied to leave his marks. 

It was a very filling night, so filling that the hungry beast laughed.