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Chapter 204: Don’t hold your voice, Sweetheart

    Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Don''t hold your voice, Sweetheart


    Gale grabbed Swan''s wrist, and kissed her palm piously, as if a mere palm from his beloved was more than enough to give him a joy in life.


    "You don''t understand how dangerous your words can be, Sweetheart. Do you expect me to stay still after you said that? I''m so happy, I feel like I could kill thousands of soldiers right now," Gale said. "I still don''t care about what other people say, but since you get offended when someone talks badly about me, then I will try to be more strict about my image."


    "O-of course. You told me that your pride is my pride. We are mated, right? I don''t want my husband to be insulted by anyone!" Swan said boldly.


    "Right, right," Gale murmured. "We are mated for life. Keep that in your mind, Swan. Because nothing will change that, not even fate."


    "Even if fate doesn''t allow us to?"


    Gale stopped kissing Swan''s palm. He was reminded of that stupid white rabbit in the Sacred Selene Lake. He also remembered how he endured all the lunar beams just to make a point that he would not leave until that white rabbit told him about his fated mate''s identity.


    "I can defy fate. It''s not hard. I just have to endure a few huge boulders dropped on my head," Gale said as he measured the pain of one lunar beam from the Goddess. It was simr to getting a giant boulder dropped on top of his head. It was a bit painful, but not enough to make him stop threatening that stupid white rabbit.


    Swan chuckled as she thought that Gale was just joking around. She tried to pull her hand as she felt ticklish, but Gale didn''t let her go. He kept on kissing her palm and started to kiss the tip of each of her fingers.


    She began to feel the heat as her thighs were poked by his hot, hard dick. They hadn''t done it for thest few days, and it was because the coldest night had just passed, and Gale seemed to have spent all of his weekly semen in one go in his cursed beast form. So, he didn''t ask for it again.


    Even now, he still hadn''t asked Swan yet, but from the way he kissed her palm while rubbing his erect dick on her thigh, it was obvious that Gale was in the mood right now.


    "G-Gale, it''s still too early. Everyone''s still outside in the banquet," Swan said bashfully, but she didn''t try to avoid him, which felt more like an invitation for Gale. "W-what if they heard us?"


    "Is that a problem?" Gale asked. He moved his kiss to her cheeks and neck. "This castle is mine, and my subjects would be more than happy to hear us mating. It would be a great sign because that means we''re fulfilling our duty as the King and Queen."


    Swan was still not used to how vulgar the beastmen could be when it came to sex. To most of them, sex was something to be celebrated, and the sound of mating was not a big problem, especially when it was their king who did it.


    "I-in the throne room?" Swan asked meekly. "M-maybe we should go back to our room and Ah!"


    Swan gasped when Gale took off the coat over her shoulder, and pulled her dress down, exposing her fair breasts that exuded a strong scent. Gale buried his face in it, taking a deep sniff in-between Swan''s boobs.


    This particr spot had the same scent as her nape, and he liked it.


    He had been into this spot more than Swan''s nape because Swan would usually hug his head and allow him to bury his face deeper.


    However, Swan didn''t hug his head this time. She was so embarrassed to be exposed in the middle of the throne room, where she usually carried out her task as Gale''s advisor to deal with kingdom matters.


    "We''re doing it here," Gale stated in a muffled voice, as his face was still buried between Swan''s breasts. "Doing this while everyone is outside gets me excited."


    Swan quickly zipped her lips, not wanting to let a single moan out. She didn''t want anyone outside to notice that she was having a good time with her husband in the throne room.


    But Gale noticed it, so he nibbled on his wife''s nipple until Swan couldn''t help but gasp, "AH!"


    Swan quickly covered her mouth, making Gale only chuckle evilly, "I''ll make sure everyone outside knows what we''re doing in here, Sweetheart."


    **


    Aria and Anastasia were thrown into their carriage like two sacks of badly harvested potatoes. It took them a while to gather their strength, and took them even longer to get up and sit on the carriage seat.


    They stared at each other, and had a tacit understanding; The Beast King was probably the most powerful entity on this continent. No, maybe he was the strongest on earth.


    "We need to get him by our side no matter what, Aria. He''s our only key if we want


    to defeat that crippled bitch."


    "I know," Aria Sighed. "I''ve been


    fascinated by him for a long time. I


    really can''t imagine him with


    someone else other than me. I


    thought Swan would be easy to


    get


    rid of, but she''s the Saintess and


    must''ve used mysterious holy magic to keep Gale by her side.


    Even after being told by Madam Harsetti and witnessing Swan turning into the Saintess, Aria still refused to believe that Gale was truly in love with Swan. It was simply uneptable.


    "It doesn''t matter. Gale might say that he loves Swan, but I doubt that he already did something to Swan," Aria sneered. "Her body is disgusting to look at, let alone to touch Gale probably has a mistress out there-"


    "Ahhh!"


    Aria held her breath when she heard a suspicious voice that was definitely Swan''s. She immediately darted her eyes in the direction of the voice and realized the voice came from the throne room.


    "Ah! Ahnn! H-husband, slow-it''s too... big! Nngh!"
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