Predatory Marriage - chapter-320

Chapter 320 – Isha (20)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

He imagined what it would be like to have s3x with her. How lovely it
would be to see her white face flushed. He would like to push his manhood
between her soft lips. Surely it would be difficult because of the size
of a Kurkan’s…

“……â€‌

Ishakan licked his lips nervously. He didn’t know where these useless
thoughts were coming from, but he couldn’t stop them. When he imagined
the Princess moaning under another man, writhing with pleasure, sobbing
against his chest, it made him feel even worse.

He wanted to beat that imaginary man to death.

Even though he knew he was being childish, it didn’t cool his rage.
Ishakan quietly smoked his cigar, trying to clear his mind. Just as he
had almost finished it, Haban appeared from the shadows.

“She is here.â€‌

Ishakan gave a tiny nod and pitched away his cigar, looking toward the
door of the inn. Despite the noisy room, he could still hear the
footsteps approaching outside.

It was her.

A small woman dressed in a long robe with a hood pushed open the wooden
door with a squeak of aged hinges. The moment she entered, everyone fell
silent.

Even hooded, she still attracted the attention of everyone present. She
could conceal her appearance, but she could not hide the unique carriage
of the Flower of Estia.

But most people lost interest when it became clear that she would not
reveal her face. Haban would deal with the remaining men leering at her.

Scanning her surroundings, the Princess’s eyes finally settled on
Ishakan, and she began to cautiously approach him.

Ishakan stared. He felt the impulse to grab her immediately, but waited
patiently for her to come to him, and sit down at his table.

“Will you be my companion today?â€‌ She asked calmly.

Her voice was not so different from what he remembered, but for some
reason, Ishakan’s mouth went dry.

“…I suppose so.â€‌ He said slowly.

Her slender body stiffened. His deep voice had surprised her.

Ishakan followed her upstairs. The Princess that he had only seen from
afar was finally within his grasp. His eyes devoured the sight of her
figure, and he had to moisten his lips. Random nonsense was popping into
his mind and vanishing as inexplicably as it appeared.

She’s so small, even though she’s grown taller.

I could hold her in my arms so easily.

Ishakan had to restrain himself from embracing her from behind.

Once they reached the reserved room, he shut the door, feeling as if he
had finally captured his prey after a long and arduous hunt. The Princess
shuddered at the sound and visibly drew a deep breath, then turned to
face him.

“……!â€‌

Her lips parted. Face to face, the size difference between them was
shocking. Ishakan slid his robe from his shoulders.

“Kurkan?â€‌ She looked up at his bared face, disbelieving.

Ishakan was glad that she had called him that, rather than some of the
less flattering names.

“It’s been a long time since anyone called me a Kurkan. Usually
it’s barbarian.â€‌

Stepping closer, he bent his head so she could see his golden eyes
better, but the Princess retreated until her back touched the wall.
Slowly, Ishakan followed, and then pushed the hood from her head so he
could look into her eyes.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He hoped that the
Princess would remember him when she looked into his golden eyes. He
hoped she would call him by name.

But there was no sign that she remembered him at all.

Ishakan’s lips twisted, and something tightened in his chest as he
realized the truth.

The Princess could not remember him.

The Princess did not even remember herself.