Ch. 38 - Let Me Satisfy You

Ch. 38 - Let Me Satisfy You
Elena frowned. "That's impossible, Hera. You don't know how much His Majesty loves her."

"Everyone says so. But His Majesty really locked her in her room for three days! Imagine that!"

Elena fell silent. "Where did you hear such nonsense, Hera?"

"Oh, Your Highness, I'm serious! Everyone in the palace knows about it. I think that's why they're being nice to you now—because even His Majesty punished his woman for your sake."

Elena was stunned. That couldn’t be true. She knew how much Lucian hated her. The only reason must have been that Lucian taught Misaya a lesson so she wouldn’t punish people so easily—not because of her.

But still, she hadn’t expected Lucian to lock Misaya up. It seemed like big news.

"That wicked woman deserved it. If I were His Majesty, I would've had her flogged until she couldn't walk anymore," Hera grumbled, her chest filled with anger remembering how Misaya had tortured Elena.

"Shhhh!" Elena quickly covered Hera's mouth, looking around. "Be careful what you say," she whispered. What if someone heard and reported it to Lucian? They’d be punished.

Hera removed Elena's hand and scowled, her eyes still filled with resentment.

Elena took a breath; she was still angry at herself, remembering how Misaya had treated her—but she had to hold back. Her gaze shifted to the center of the pond, trying to find some peace.

"Oh, His Majesty!" Hera suddenly gasped softly beside Elena, pointing toward the path in front of the main palace.

Elena followed Hera's gaze. Lucian walked with tight security. From where they stood, only his side was visible.

Her eyes couldn't leave him. His sturdy build, his confident and steady stride, the clothes that fit his body perfectly—all of it made Elena lose herself in thought.

From this distance, it felt impossible to reach the king. As if his place was too high. She began to wonder what it would be like to be the woman he once loved.

She had heard that Lucian was married and had a child. How did he treat his wife back then?

For a moment, Elena wondered—what if Lucian had shown affection toward her? Would he have stopped torturing her? Forgotten his grudge?

Elena bowed her head, shaking it slowly. It was impossible for that to become a reality.

"Those bitches!" Hera’s sudden curse made Elena look up again.

In the corner of the palace, several female servants had stopped and were whispering to each other. Their faces flushed as they watched Lucian from afar.

"Why? That’s a normal reaction, isn’t it?" Elena giggled at Hera's annoyance.

"His Majesty wouldn’t even glance at them. Why are they blushing like that? They’re so shameless."

"Oh, Hera... Why are you ruining others' happiness? They're not bothering you," Elena shook her head. It’s normal for women to admire a handsome man.

From the outside, Lucian’s body and face were perfect. But they didn’t know how many scars were on his body and heart.

For a moment, she felt lucky. Who else would have seen Lucian’s weaknesses in bed besides his woman? And she had already seen everything—by force.

"His Majesty is indeed handsome, isn't he?" Hera said again.

Elena nodded unconsciously.

"His guard is also handsome," Hera continued.

Elena furrowed her brow. "Which one?"

Hera blushed immediately. "No, I was just talking nonsense."

"Oh, are you hiding something from me? Tell me, who is he, Hera?" Elena leaned in closer, curious about the guard Hera had called handsome. The girl rarely praised men, so she was sure the guard had stolen her heart.

Hera brushed it off shyly. "Oh, I was just talking nonsense. Look, they’re all handsome!"

Elena didn’t give up. But Hera didn't say anything.

Hera laughed because Elena was so curious. Just imagining Riven’s face made her heart race.

From a distance, Lucian quietly watched Elena while he walked. The girl’s fragile figure, without her expensive royal clothes, still stood out. Her beauty shone so brightly.

"Make sure no one disturbs her," Lucian instructed a guard.

The guard nodded. Once they arrived in the meeting room, the guard secretly monitored the girl. This caused anyone who wanted to go to the gazebo to stop, allowing Elena and Hera to stay there for a while.

That day passed peacefully. Even at night, Elena slept deeply.

Michelle reported on Elena’s condition every few hours, as Lucian had requested. Yet not long ago, the man was annoyed whenever she mentioned Elena’s name. How quickly time passed, and how drastically people’s attitudes could change.

Lucian noticed Michelle’s pale face. But he said nothing.

"Does she need a doctor again?" Lucian asked.

Michelle shook her head. "It doesn’t seem necessary, Your Majesty. Her wound has dried up. She just needs more rest."

Lucian nodded. "You may leave."

Michelle bowed respectfully and exited Lucian’s room.

Riven had stood there with a fixed gaze. He knew Lucian was holding back. The man had some unusual sexual needs. Meanwhile, Misaya couldn’t serve him tonight. And Elena was also sick.

"Should I call a woman here, Lucian?" Riven asked.

Lucian was surprised by Riven’s question. He hadn’t expected his guard to know about his restlessness.

"No, Riven. They’ll just scream and cry. I’m not in the mood to hear them crying," Lucian said.

Riven fell silent. Then he stepped forward slowly, kneeling before the man, looking up for permission. "Let me—"

Lucian shook his head. "No. You should rest," he replied, reaching for a book in an attempt to keep himself busy.

But Riven didn’t move from his spot. "I’m sorry. You can refuse me if I can’t satisfy you. But let me try."

Lucian looked at Riven. The man knew how to satisfy him—but wanted to end their taboo relationship. He knew Riven was forced to do it. The man was normal.

"You don’t have to—"

"I’m forcing you. Let me," Riven insisted.

Lucian let out a sigh as he put down his book and lowered his pants. Riven quickly wrapped his arms around Lucian’s waist and took the king’s manhood into his mouth, sucking it gently.

"Shit," Lucian muttered, holding back. His desire increased. He needed more. He needed something to force.

He grabbed Riven and threw him onto the sofa.

"Oh!" Riven knew it was coming; he had prepared himself for the violence he would endure to satisfy Lucian. Despite the lubricant, he still felt intense pain in his hole. Lucian fucked him rough and brutally, making him groan in pain repeatedly.

"You asked for it," Lucian muttered between his thrusts.

"Damn... Shit!" Riven groaned under his breath. He couldn’t understand how a woman could endure making love with that man.

By the time Lucian ejaculated, Riven was already limp and helpless. His body was drenched in sweat. He felt his opening bleeding.

Lucian panted, cleaned himself, and sat on the sofa beneath Riven’s lifeless body.

“Damn, I hurt you again." Lucian sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

Riven breathed heavily. "N-no, I’m fine..."

"You don’t look fine," Lucian said, seeing Riven struggling to sit up. The man’s body trembled slightly.

"I won’t die from this," Riven said. His throat was dry from moaning in pain. He reached for his clothes and put them back on.

Lucian stared down at Riven’s wilted manhood. He held the man back as he put on his pants. "When was the last time you ejaculated?"

Riven paused for a moment. "I-I’m fine."

Lucian shook his head. "This isn’t fair to you. Let me help you."

Riven quickly dodged. He shook his head rapidly. "No, I’m fine, Lucian. Trust me!"

"Come on, you don’t need to be ashamed of me."

Riven stood up and walked away, holding his pants in his hands.

Lucian sighed. "Come here."

"I can do it myself."

"When will you ever feel a king's touch?"

"I’m fine, I’m fine!" Riven moved further away, quickly putting on his pants.

Lucian sighed. "You’re making me feel bad. Everyone will say I’m gay."

Riven adjusted his clothes. "No one will know. Why are you worried? You have two beloved women. Besides, who dares call a king gay?"

"Don’t you have the desire to see me?" Lucian asked suddenly.

Riven stared without blinking, confused about how to answer. "I’m just making sure you’re not suffering, that’s all."

"You’re really like a robot," Lucian snapped. "Should I find you a woman?"

Riven shook his head. "No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me." Riven was about to say that Lucian was more like a robot than he was, but he held back.

At that moment, a guard outside was heard. "Your Majesty, General Grant is here!"