Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 204

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 similar 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 the last 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.

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 unacceptable.

"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!"