The Grand Duchess Hears the Song of the Raven - Chapter 5
Javier couldn’t get enough of the pleasure, so he tormented and teased Leila further. Each time he left a mark on her small, delicate body, satisfaction and intense sexual desire surged through him. The way she clenched her abdomen and wrapped around him, as if biting down, was so adorable and irresistible. Her weak attempts at resistance only fueled his desire to continue.
Like sucking on a piece of candy, Javier covered Leila’s mouth, hungrily licking and sucking. He felt the strength of her nails scratching his back, but he only groaned in response. The moan that Leila tried to release was muffled by Javier’s persistent tongue, turning into a whimper.
She was suffocating, overwhelmed by the force of his body, and in her panic, she forgot that this man was the fearsome Grand Duke. She struggled to escape, her limbs flailing weakly, managing only to scratch or tap his back.
Javier, far from being deterred, wrapped his arms around her even tighter, thrusting harder. He alternated between shallow and deep strokes, and each time he hit a deep spot, Leila moaned in pleasure, stretching her legs and clenching her buttocks as she soaked herself.
Each surge of pleasure that struck her was so intense that it was almost impossible to describe. It was as if he had become a wild animal, chasing nothing but sex and pleasure. Javier held back his desire to release, thrusting deeper into her.
His scrotum, which dangled loosely, pressed and rubbed against the cleft of her buttocks, driving him wild with pleasure.
“Haa… Mmm… Hng…”
Javier groaned languidly as he paused, taking a moment to catch his breath, his knees pressing firmly into the bed as he remained buried inside her. Pressing his stomach against hers, Leila responded by moaning even louder, her voice thick with pleasure.
After spending hours exploring Leila’s erogenous zones during their earlier play, Javier now moved his hips in a circular motion, stimulating every inch of her inner walls.
“Please…”
Leila, who had passed out from exhaustion the night before, now realized what was happening and begged for mercy. The thought that he was extending their torment from last night into the morning filled her with despair.
If anything, he should have felt sorry for her, but instead, his hands only grew bolder, stimulating her erogenous zones and teasing her already sore nipples. Trapped in his embrace, all Leila could do was pant helplessly. It wasn’t until a few hours later, after leaving deep scratch marks on the Grand Duke’s back, that she was finally released.
A few hours later, Leila woke up groaning, her muscles aching from the exertion.
As soon as she regained consciousness, she was aware of the dull throbbing in her limbs and the heavy ache in her lower abdomen. The pain she felt now was worse than the soreness she had experienced the previous year when she had been unlucky enough to clean a massive hall by herself.
It felt as though an invisible force was pounding on her arms, thighs, and her most intimate areas. The most embarrassing sensation was the strange, lingering feeling that Javier’s presence was still inside her.
Flushing red at the thought, Leila grabbed her disheveled hair, now even more tangled after the night’s events.
Javier Draven.
He was the Grand Duke of the Draven family, the Emperor’s nephew, and his only living relative. Since the age of fifteen, he had lived on the battlefield, facing nothing but death, soldiers, and enemies to be slain.
The rumors surrounding him were frightening, labeling him as a war maniac, a killing machine, a monster, and a mad raven. All these terrifying names only reinforced his reputation as a heartless, cruel man who thought little of human life.
‘The mad raven who killed his own mate.’
This infamous title further tarnished his humanity and moral standing. Five years ago, he had murdered his wife at a party, earning him the title of a heartless devil and murderer.
His first wife had been the epitome of a gentle and wise woman, but the Grand Duke had dismissed her fragile form, cutting her down without hesitation. The scandal grew out of control, and the rumors that followed painted an even more gruesome and terrifying picture of him. People condemned him even more harshly because, despite being a Grand Duke, he also held a knighthood. The idea that a knight, sworn to protect, had killed his own wife with his own hands was unthinkable.
‘But… the rumors…’
Contrary to all the vicious rumors, the Grand Duke had welcomed Leila with a kind, gentle face when she first arrived at his estate. He had been incredibly considerate, speaking to her politely and gently, even using formal language with her, someone from an unfamiliar environment.
Leila was utterly confused.
He was so different from what she had expected. His kindness and consideration quickly melted her heart, which had been frozen by fear. Was it because she had been so worried? The way he acted, so completely opposite from what she had heard, piqued her curiosity.
‘Did he somehow switch souls before the wedding…?’
Leila chuckled dryly at the absurd thought. It must have been her exhausted mind playing tricks on her, causing her to think such ridiculous things.
Lying there, too weak to even move a finger, Leila stared at the ceiling, gathering the strength to finally turn her head. She had always been cautious, and she was skilled at sensing the presence of others.
The sound of footsteps from several servants entering the room reached her ears. They approached the bed, and Leila, using the last of her strength, propped herself up into a sitting position.
Swish—! The curtain surrounding the bed was pulled back, revealing five expressionless women who stared directly at the half-naked Leila. She felt a wave of relief when she realized they were servants, but that didn’t make being so exposed in front of others any less humiliating.
Leila instinctively glanced at their uniforms, feeling a twinge in her chest. They wore simple yet elegant clothes that were designed to allow them to perform their duties without restriction. The combination of black and white in their attire highlighted their graceful movements as they went about their tasks.
Their uniforms, fitted to reveal their body lines without hindering their movements, exuded an air of elegance. Leila, who had worked in a similar environment, couldn’t help but be captivated by how poised and graceful they looked.
But as they approached, Leila panicked, retreating slightly. Just shifting her hips a little sent sharp pains through her lower back and abdomen, making her want to collapse right then and there.
Ignoring the pain that radiated through her body, Leila pressed her back firmly against the headboard. The maids, seemingly caught off guard by her reaction, simply stared at her.
An awkward silence hung in the air. Leila felt cold sweat running down her back as she tried to think of what to do next, but her body was too drained, and her mind was foggy. The only things that came to mind were the sensations of Javier’s heavy breathing, his groans, and the deep penetration as he pressed into her belly.
“Hng…”
A sensation of something warm trickled out, and Leila felt the semen from the night before seep between her legs once more. The feeling of something wet and sticky flowing out was both unfamiliar and deeply embarrassing. The slick fluid not only stained her but also soaked into the sheets.
Leila, who had instinctively lifted the blanket to check, blushed deeply. The sight of the semen dripping from her still-swollen entrance made her burn with shame. Her hands moved from her chest to cover her face.
“While you bathe, we will take care of your bedding. Please follow me, madam.”
“Ma… madam…!”
The title made Leila blush all the way to her neck.
Despite her flustered reaction, the maids remained unphased and moved swiftly to carry out their tasks. Watching them with wide eyes, Leila hesitated.
Her legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn as she tried to stand, and one of the maids quickly stepped in to support her. Leaning against the maid for balance, Leila let out a weary sigh. As soon as her feet touched the cold floor, her toes curled up from the chill.
“Hng…!”
Leila bit back a small moan, her body trembling as the warm fluid trickled down her legs again. The shame hit her hard as she suddenly remembered Javier’s face—his expression as he groaned in pleasure while buried deep inside her.
She recalled his sweat-drenched, ash-gray hair, the way his eyes crinkled as he furrowed his brows. The beads of sweat that ran down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the way he bit his lips to hold back his groans—just thinking about it filled Leila with a visual pleasure that overwhelmed her senses.