Chapter 9
The kiss continued for quite some time. Lucian savored Asteria, entwining his tongue with hers.
His hands wandered naturally to the gentle swell of her b*****s. The kiss deepened, growing more fervent.
Then Asteria pushed against his chest. Only then did he come to his senses and pull his lips and hands away.
“I… cannot become Your Majesty’s woman.”
Her clear eyes held his reflection. In them, he saw his reflection.
“Because you would lose your prophetic ability if you lost your virginity?”
“…Yes.”
Lucian felt as though he had defiled something sacred. He could not understand what had driven such desire in him.
Yet at the same time, he understood why every emperor before him had taken the Saintess as his mistress. She was someone he must never violate, and yet his heart and instincts were drawn to her regardless.
“I have made a mistake without even realizing it.”
Lucian murmured low.
He was a man who held himself to strict standards. He had never lost self-control like this before, which was precisely what made it so bewildering.
“Please, forget what happened today.”
“I don’t think I can.”
That first kiss had been sweet, suffused with the rich scent of her skin. It was a fragrance that could drive a man mad.
Inside his trousers, his c**k was already standing rigid, so aroused it pressed painfully against his lower abdomen.
Lucian drew Asteria’s small, pale hand and placed it over his c**k. Her eyes went wide with shock.
“Touching me with your hand wouldn’t damage your virginity, would it?”
“…No.”
Asteria could not lie.
“Then use this hand to relieve my desire.”
Her hand hesitated. In the meantime, Lucian undid his belt buckle and pushed down his trousers and undergarments. His rigid c**k sprang into full view.
“…!”
She was startled at the sight of a man’s c**k for the first time in her life, but Lucian paid no mind and pressed himself into her small, pale hand.
“Hold it like this and stroke.”
Still her hand hesitated. Lucian kissed her again.
Then he placed his hand over hers and guided it to grip his c**k, moving it up and down. Pre-c*m seeped from the tip, and before long the motion grew smoother.
“Hah… a little harder.”
His hand roamed over her b****t, then twisted near her n****e.
“Mm…”
The moan that escaped through her tightly bitten lips only aroused him further.
“This isn’t enough.”
Lucian pulled his lips away, took Asteria by the arm, and hauled her to her feet. Then he pressed down on her shoulders and forced her to her knees before him. His rigid c**k loomed directly in front of her face.
“Suck it with your mouth.”
“…Pardon?”
“Put it in your mouth. Hold it. Suck.”
He gripped the back of her head and pushed his c**k between her half-parted lips.
“Mmph…”
Asteria choked, but his desire had already swollen beyond restraint. He thrust deeper. Her shoulders flinched and trembled.
“Now, suck. If you don’t, this won’t end.”
She wanted to say something, but the c**k filling her mouth made that impossible.
“Hm.”
Lucian jabbed his c**k in and out of her mouth. At last, Asteria gripped his shaft with both hands and began carefully sucking. No one had taught her, but instinct told her what to do.
“Hah—yes, just like that…”
Saliva smeared messily around her delicate lips. Simply holding his c**k in her mouth was a struggle, yet she desperately hoped for it to end soon and forced herself to keep going. His c**k grew slick with saliva.
“Hah…”
Lucian let out a groan at a pleasure he had never known. He fisted her rippling platinum-blonde hair and drove her faster.
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