Chapter 1
A rush of heated air wafted from the bed draped in white curtains.
“Ahh…”
A ragged moan escaped through Asteria’s parted lips.
Lucian traced his tongue along the slender curve of her nape, then bit down on the swell of her b****t. He pressed the flat of his tongue firm against her n****e and rolled it.
“Mm…”
She twisted the bedsheet in her grip, overwhelmed by the unbearably sinful sensation. Lucian unfastened her half-rundone nightgown and pulled it off in a single motion. With that, Asteria lay completely bare, not a thread left on her body.
“A body as beautiful as ever.”
His voice resonated low and lustful.
“And this body is mine.”
He seized her pale b****t in his large hand, squeezed it tight, then gave her n****e a light twist.
“Hah.”
Asteria’s body trembled faintly. But Lucian did not hesitate.
His hand traveled past her slender waist toward her s*x. Nearly bare of hair, the mound was smooth; when he parted it with his fingers, the pink of her inner folds came into view.
That alone was enough to make his rigid c**k strain. Yet he did not stop there. He slicked his fingers with saliva and began rubbing her c******s.
“Ahh… hah.”
Asteria’s hips quivered at the foreign, maddening sensation. Her hands clenched harder around the twisted sheet.
Lucian tormented her as if driving her to the edge on purpose, pinching her c******s between two fingers and rubbing it.
“Mm… p-please, stop…”
Asteria pleaded desperately, but Lucian gave no answer. Instead, he pressed harder with the fingers working her.
“Ah… nnh…”
Lucian watched Asteria tremble with pleasure under his touch, savoring the feeling of conquest.
Her rippling platinum-blonde hair was disheveled, and in those beautiful violet eyes, a tangle of sensations swirled. All of it is his handiwork.
“P-please, stop…”
“You’re already this wet and telling me to stop?”
Lucian pushed a finger into her entrance, then held it up before her eyes. A translucent thread of her slick juices stretched between his fingers.
“Th-that’s…”
Asteria’s expression was flustered, but Lucian was already stroking her c******s again.
This time, his touch was far more relentless and forceful than before.
“Mm, ngh… s-stop…”
Even as she begged, slick arousal overflowed from her entrance. The clear fluid was already trailing down the insides of her thighs.
“Soaking wet from this little touch and begging me to stop? There’s no greater contradiction.”
Lucian’s blue eyes gleamed with triumph. He slid a finger into her drenched entrance. Her hips jerked in response.
“It’s not your first time. Why are you trembling like that?”
“Nngh.”
But the resistance from her tight passage was real.
He rubbed her c******s with his thumb while thrusting his finger in and out.
The squelching of her flowing arousal filled the air with an obscene sound.
“Mm…”
Asterias’s hips twitched every time Lucian’s finger slid in and out of her v****a. He pressed a second finger into her already-tight entrance.
“Aah.”
The pink flesh clenched around both fingers. Lucian’s thumb kept working her c******s without pause, and the clear fluid now trickled down the cleft of her backside, soaking the sheet beneath her.
“What a responsive body you have, huh?”
Asteria’s hips lifted halfway off the bed.
Lucian’s c**k was so engorged it could swell no further, pressed flat against his lower abdomen. The dull ache of arousal pulled at his gut.
“And you still call yourself the Saintess?”
At those words, shame flooded Asteria’s face with crimson. Yet the wet, squelching sounds did not stop.
She bit her lip with all her might, but moans still seeped through.
“Nnh…”
After a moment, Lucian withdrew his hands and stripped off his clothes. He gripped his rock-hard c**k and aligned the head with her entrance.
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