The Emperor and The Evil Step-Sister (18+) - Chapter 5
This author walks with a cane, but for the sake of fitness and health, walked a 7 miles trail. It was too much for my body and now I’m in more pain ;;_;;. Also noting this is not a translation, it’s an original novel. The idea came when I was reading a story about being reincarnated in a novel and I was kind of disheartened that everyone was pale and gorgeous. Even the main characters who supposed to be losers and outcasts still were flawless. Then I talked to a friend I knew who was black like me with a Southeast Asian mother and we both thought it’d be cool to have someone of a darker skin tone be the female lead. Then, also having a disability, I thought that and other factors could set her apart from other heroines in the process. I, myself am Afronative and Latine and thought ‘Cool, I can do that.’ Them, I wrote this and finally got to the version you all are reading right now. It took me months to try and write this in a way I liked and to get as fast I can to you guys, and it sucks that the writing I planned and executed gets ripped or taken for granted. This chapter will be the start of the first sex scenes that will last over a chapter or two. Again, Ko-Fis are appreciated.
Khadija inaudibly looks at Kieran as he begins to disrobe, her inky eyes glittering. His black hair was now scattered, falling against his forehead. His body is built a bit like a honey-colored marble statue, his hips carved and set. His body was littered with scars and burns, from his chest down his toes. They were aged, not fading with the years that went by. Instead, they were pink and fleshy,
She recalls his life as a child in the novel. His step-mother beat him every day, locked him in a tower. Just for the fact he was the product of her husband’s desires.
She got up from her position on the bed and walked up to him, her bare feet slowly hitting the ground.
“Are you worried about these scars? They do not hurt me anymore. My mother had it much worse when she tried to raise me.” Kieran says, in an almost tone soft enough to pacify a child. However, she isn’t reassured. She’s upset, furious, she’s…crying.
A tear escapes her, falling down her cheek. She doesn’t stop it nor the ones that follow. She felt overcome with contempt and anger. Even if it happened long ago, it’s something that shouldn’t have ever occurred to such a small child.
‘Who would do this to a child, what monster…’ Khadija trails off, a quiet sob escapes her chest. This left Kieran to try and console her. Her tears fell between her thick, dark lashes, her eyes big and owl-like with that distressing redness. He bends, kissing the top of her lids. He moves the fallen curls from her orb-shaped face–inside he feels a part of him distressed at her tears.
Her distress caused his own.
“Thank you for being benign towards my plight. However, I think it’s time for us to begin before my arousal betrays me.” That’s she felt him, his penis hot against her belly.’
Her hands cannot seem to form words at the moment. His member was lengthy with a considerable amount of girth. It pressed up again her womanly figure, pulsing with warmth and strength.
“Do like what you see?” His voice breaks her quiet trance, to which she averts her eyes.
“Although it’s quite pointless, to be this shy now that we’re here…I admire your innocent allure.” He picks her with a surprisingly swift move, guiding her back to the plush bed. Khadija’s back falls against the cool, silk sheets and finally, she realizes how exposed she is, in front of such a man.
He captures her lips, asking her something as he stared into her eyes.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Kieran looks at her with a saccharine look, before running a hand his large traces her stretch marks.
“I want to cause you as little discomfort as possible, although it is also an opportunity for me to properly taste you.”
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