Large masculine hands wrapped around her modest breasts.
‘Nnn~!'
He lifted from the bottom, scooped the soft flesh pushing them together and caressed them. Iris felt her body begin to tingle as his warm hands warmed her..

But Iris was beginning to feel embarrassed watching him do this, and she was puzzled by the feeling growing in her lower abdomen. She pushed Ernest's hands away.

‘Hold on a moment…' she said,
‘Iris?'

‘C-could you…' please stop touching my breasts. Please stop staring; she really wanted to tell him to stop, but she was too timid.

‘Um…' But Ernest was aroused because of the love potion she had unintentionally given him. So aside from the problem of becoming Queen, she felt responsible for quelling his fever.

She really did not think a ‘calm everyday' was waiting for her should she become betrothed to the King. To be honest, she wanted to run away.
All this happened because she failed. Because of this, she could not help thinking there was no other way.
Above all, it was very dangerous to continue resisting. Ernest was willing to do these things to her in the ballroom where all the guests were. Rather than being taken in the ballroom with all the guests, it would be better to get it done here.

But...But.

It was one thing to take responsibility, tolerating the fondling was another.

He had told her he preferred her small breasts to large ones, even though it was easy to see that was true, Iris did not have such thick nerves. Rather, she didn't want him paying any attention to them. She took deep breaths as she looked into the lust clouded golden eyes.

‘Ernest, do not bother with me...instead...um...Ernest…'

Although, she was twenty, she was inexperienced and only had a broad knowledge of proceedings. So the indecent words she wanted to say were disproportionate to someone like her. However, she still felt too embarrassed to say them out loud. She blushed.

Ernest smiled at her and continued his fondling.

‘Ah~ oh~'

‘Don't panic. You wanted me do so something? Well I guess we could do it another time.'

‘But! Ah~ but…'

Ernest kissed her refusal away and entangled her tongue with his.
It seemed as though her body had firmly recognised kissing as something pleasurable, contrary to her resistant mind, her body was direct in her acceptance of him.

He sucked up her tongue making obscene sounds emerge, then gently kissed and licked her mouth. At the same time, his gentle hands fondled and massaged her breasts. Iris began to wriggle her waist unconsciously.
Ernest broke the kiss and asked in a whisper near her ears, ‘Iris, have you heard?'

He sucked and bit on her earlobe, making her grow red in embarrassment.

Iris tried to reply, but when she tried to speak a loud mewl like a kitten emerged, making her blush deepen. Ernest's hands began to grope her more firmly,

‘I heard that if a woman's breasts are fondled by her husband, they will grow. However, I am not certain about the veracity of this, but it is worth trying, isn't it?'
His breath was like the tickle of a feather against her ear.

She wondered if it would really work. Although, she was a bit lost, she would like to try at least just to get rid of her complex on the matter.

Ernest, whose golden eyes had been watching her like a hawk, did not miss her contemplation, ‘If you become my wife, I could use my privilege as your husband to try and get them as big as you want.'

‘But…'
‘And you can continue to make lace.

While I think you will be quite busy with your duties as Queen, I will support you as much as I can.'

Once more, Ernest proposed to her, waiting for her tacit approval of him. Even though, he said his body was hot due to the love potion, it looked that Ernest was still in full control of his faculties. His attractive offer compelled Iris to nod in agreement in spite of her misgivings.

Surely, it was because of the pleasure his hot breath on her ear and his large hands on her breasts were inducing.

Ernest was beginning to skilfully capture her. Just to push her into his arms, he added,

‘Do you think that anyone in this country would be able to scoff or look down at you when you become my wife?'

‘Ernest…' How did he know of her plight? The first time they had any contact was tonight at the ball, and that was because of the love potion. It was as though he had read her mind and knew her heartache.

‘I…' his offer was attractive.
She would be able to escape from Leticia and their constant arguments, if she closed her eyes and accepted the situation.

But, Iris did not feel she was qualified to be Queen. She had manipulated the heart of the King with a love potion. Doing that to become Queen was a big sin she should never have committed.
Even though, she thought this way, his offer was like a fragrant flower and she was like a bee tempted by the sweet scent of nectar it was giving off. Foolish Iris could not out rightly say no. She looked at Ernest with eyes full of shame and tears.

But his eyes met hers and he growled, ‘I do not like that expression on your face. It seems I would have to plant my everything inside you.'
Ernest was a human; he could not wholly be a wonderful and wise person.

Iris had regained some calm and tried to escape the hot gaze that felt as though it was setting her ablaze. She tried to take his hand off her, once he was away from her, there would be no worry of her body being seen by him.

Iris breathed an inward sigh of relief, but then to her dismay, he said,

‘Oh you would like to me to take everything off…?

‘What? No, wait!!'

Without further ado, he undid her corset, whipped her dress, chemise and drawers off.

‘What are you doing?' she protested. She had been abruptly stripped naked as the day she was born.
But Ernest did not seem fazed by her discomfiture.

She curled up to hide from his lustful golden gaze that seemed to want to burn holes in her, but he dropped kissed up her back, sucking on her skin leaving red blooms across the white expanse.

He pulled her against him and whispered in her ear, ‘My beautiful Iris, I love you.'

But Iris knew he did not really love her, his affections were as a result of the love potion. Yet, she wondered why his words made her heart ring and her head cloudy like she was feverish.

Ernest turned her over with ease, and wrapped his hands around her breasts. Iris' eyes widened and she gasped,

‘Ah~ no~'

‘They're firm like blue peaches before they ripen.'

‘Ernest, don't say such…' Some things are better left unsaid, she protested in her mind. Her violet eyes were teary from embarrassment. But it just seemed to inflame him further. Every time he looked at her the lust in his eyes had grown and she felt like food before a hungry beast.

‘Oh Iris, you arouse me so.'

‘Eh...?'

‘Your presence itself can stir me up, and I can't seem to help it.'

That's because of the love potion, she thought in reply. But her heart was accepting his sweet words, and the ferocious sparkle in his eyes was making her heart throb. His hands slid up her skin to her red nipples.