Chapter 67
Passion
Elaria, who had been beautifully dressed for the imperial banquet, fell into disarray in an instant.
The bodice of her dress had been pulled down to her waist, leaving her b*****s fully exposed, and a pair of large hands kneaded the full flesh without restraint.
The skirt that had spread like waves was now wrinkled and pushed up. Beneath the lifted hem, her pale legs were spread wide, and between them a silver head moved boldly up and down in a disorderly rhythm.
“Haaht, ngh, mmngh!”
Elaria’s lips had been captured by Lucian. Whenever her breath ran short, their mouths parted slightly and then met again, causing gasps and muffled moans to escape in turns.
When he pushed his tongue deep inside while rolling her n****e between his fingers, her lower body tightened on its own. Then the fingers spreading her entrance became even more vividly noticeable. At the same time, the soft sensation of a tongue pressing against her c******s made her dizzy.
“Mmmph!”
As his fingertips pressed firmly against a spot deep inside her, white light flashed before her eyes. Feeling a brief climax, she clutched Lucian’s arm tightly and threw her head back.
“Aaangh!”
With both men pressing and stimulating her here and there at the same time, she could not think clearly at all. She could only writhe and let out moans as sensation overtook her.
“Haa, Ria.”
Lucian cupped the back of her head as she leaned it back and sealed their lips together again. The inside of her mouth was so soft and smooth that the sensation was addictive.
Especially when their tongues tangled, it felt maddeningly good. The way her smaller tongue desperately tried to reach his felt as if she were yearning for him, and it filled him with satisfaction.
Their saliva mixed together. Each time he extended his tongue and traced the tender flesh inside her cheek, more moisture gathered, which he pressed and drew back into his own mouth as if scooping it up.
“Ah… Ella…”
Noctis, too, felt as if he might lose himself in the sensation. He wanted to bury his nose against her s*x, thick with her natural scent. Each breath he took drew her scent deep into his lungs.
“Ha, you’re fluttering so much.”
Moving his fingers in and out, he extended his tongue and licked her c******s. The way it rose slightly was so cute that he almost wanted to bite it. So he caught it lightly between his teeth and teased it.
“Hnn!”
With her mouth completely sealed by Lucian, Elaria could only make muffled sounds as she struggled, her legs trying to close. Trapped between her soft thighs, Noctis grinned and nipped gently at her c******s again, careful not to hurt her.
“Ah— Noctis!”
Finally freed from his lips, Elaria cried out as her hands flailed in the air. The stimulation was so intense that she wanted to grab onto something, but her fingertips brushed only lightly against hair, finding nothing to hold, leaving her helpless under their touch.
As if he could not bear even the brief separation, Lucian held her chin in place with one hand and pressed his lips to hers again. He thrust his tongue deep inside and explored her small mouth freely, but gradually began to feel it was not enough.
After sucking strongly enough that it felt as though her tongue might be pulled out by the root, he slowly drew his lips away.
“Ah… Lucian…”
Her red lips, wet with his saliva, moved alluringly as she called his name. Watching her face from a distance so close their noses nearly brushed, he whispered,
“You should use my nickname, Ria.”
“Mmngh, hnn… Lu, ce!”
Because Noctis was still tormenting her below, Elaria could not speak smoothly. Still, pleased that she had used his nickname, Lucian leaned in to kiss her again, but Noctis suddenly lifted his head and asked in disbelief,
“What did you just call him?”
Thinking his hearing was annoyingly sharp, Lucian ignored the question. His e******n, already standing for some time, felt as if it might burst, leaving him no room to focus on anything else.
“What? Why are you ignoring me?”
Still clinging to her legs with his arm wrapped around them, Noctis straightened his back completely. His green eyes flashed sharply, like a snake’s.
“You called him by a nickname just now, didn’t you?”
“You heard it, so why ask?”
“Ha… then what about me?”
Grabbing both of her thighs firmly with his hands, Noctis urged,
“What about me, Ella!”
At his rough demand, Elaria, half out of her senses, stammered,
“No, ct… my thighs… it hurts…”
“Wow…”
Letting out a breath of admiration, he quickly released her. Even that brief grip had left clear marks. As he stroked the area gently, Noctis urged again,
“Call me once more.”
“Noct…”
“Haa, that feels so good.”
He let out a long, satisfied sigh and rested his face against her lower abdomen, the curve of his lips lifting like a well-fed cat.
At that moment, Lucian brushed her lips lightly with his fingertips and pleaded softly,
“Call me again too.”
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