Lewd Courtship - Chapter 1 - Their Circumstances

Rachel awoke to the sensation of something touching her back. The soft and damp thing licked between her shoulder blades before moving downward.

When it reached the area near her b******s, she felt a light nibble. Teeth sank into her flesh, and from between them, warm breath escaped, tickling the fine hairs on her backside.

“Ah… that tickles.”

Rachel let out a small laugh and turned over. Her view flipped from the bed to the ceiling, revealing antique brown wallpaper. A man with hair the same color as the wallpaper was looking down at her.

“Your Highness, please let me kiss you.”

The man’s black eyes, as he begged for a kiss, were strangely seductive. Rachel met his gaze, trying to recall who he was.
‘Who was this again…?’

Last night at the banquet, she had gotten thoroughly drunk and ordered that the ‘men’ be brought to her. But she couldn’t remember at all whom she had asked for.
Judging by his brown hair and familiar appearance, he seemed to be one of her escort knights.

“Well, who cares.”

She didn’t mind whoever it was, as long as they brought her pleasure. Ignoring the pounding headache from her hangover, Rachel smiled sweetly. At that, the knight’s face drew closer.

He pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Rachel willingly accepted the warm flesh. As their tongues entwined in twisting motions, she felt the rough texture of small bumps. The friction of their mucous membranes rubbing together made her breath catch involuntarily.

“Mm… ha, ah…”

Growing impatient, Rachel gave a small jerk of her hips. At that moment, she felt movement between her legs. Someone was licking the inside of her plump thigh, then began to lightly nibble at it.

‘Huh?’

Wasn’t she currently exchanging saliva with her escort knight? Rachel’s eyes widened. Without moving her head, she glanced around and spotted two more men on the bed.

One had his face buried between her legs—his red hair the only visible part as he mouthed at her thigh.
The other, a blond man, was panting heavily while stroking himself, apparently quite aroused.

‘That blond one… is the second son of the Duke of Heydron. Not bad at all, despite how he looks.’

The young master of House Heydron had tried everything to seduce Rachel for months now. But she hadn’t spared him a glance, citing his small build.

Up to this point, statistics told her that small build usually meant small size—but if she had known it was that big, she would’ve jumped him much sooner.

Rachel clicked her fingers with a belated sense of regret, beckoning him over. The young master immediately approached and presented his p***s. She naturally grasped the shaft. Using the droplets of pre-e*******e oozing from the glans as lubrication, she moved her hand up and down.

“Ahh… Princess…!”

The young master’s eyes grew moist. The veins on his p***s, now redder than before, bulged unevenly.

Rachel liked how the flesh yielded under her touch, so she traced the engorged veins with her fingertips. The rigid shaft trembled violently before spurting out thick, white s***n.

“Too soon for an o****m. Premature, huh? Good thing I didn’t let him inside.”

Smirking inwardly, Rachel pulled away from the knight she had been kissing. Gripping his chin, she turned his face downward and then tugged up the slip draped over her lower abdomen. As her rounded b*****s were exposed, the knight gulped audibly.

The man’s gaze fixed on her n*****s was obscenely lewd. Feeling mischievous, Rachel rubbed her palm—still wet with the knight’s s***n—against her own chest, smearing her b*****s until they were sticky. Then, with a radiant smile, she commanded:

“Suck.”

“…Yes, as you wish.”

A shadow crossed the knight’s face, but he couldn’t refuse the princess’s order. He took the n****e, fragrant with the scent of night flowers, into his mouth. After lightly teasing it with his tongue, he nipped gently with his teeth.

Meanwhile, she rolled the other areola—also smeared with s***n—between her fingertips. Then, as the slippery tip…

Her n****e stretched taut between his thumb and forefinger as he pulled.

“Ah! Uhn… Hahh…”

Just the pinch of her n****e sent a shiver curling in Rachel’s lower belly, her walls clenching around nothing. A slick warmth spilled from her entrance, dripping down—wasted.

As if unwilling to let a single drop go to waste, the man between her thighs lapped hungrily at her folds. He licked her clean, then pressed his mouth flush against her core, nose buried in her mound as his tongue pushed deep. Schlick, slurp—the lewd, wet sounds filled the air as he mapped every ridge, every trembling inner contour.

“Ngh—ah! Hah… Ahh…!”

His tongue inside her, his fingers on her n****e, and the sight of his c**k—hard again, glistening with precum—all of it stoked the fire in Rachel’s veins. A thrilling certainty seized her. Tonight, she thought, I’ll finally break that damned jinx.

“Hn… Hey, redhead—what was your name again?”

“Ian, eldest son of House Aston. We met last night at Your Highness’ birthday banquet. You summoned me to your chambers, so—”

Rachel cut him off with a breathy laugh. The details didn’t matter.

“Right. Ian. I’m ready—so why don’t you f**k me already?”

“Ah—yes.”

In one smooth motion, Ian shifted upright, slotting himself between her thighs. The slick tip of his c**k pressed against her, gliding effortlessly through her wetness as—

In one fluid motion, he shifted between her thighs. The head of his c**k, slick with her wetness and his own arousal, pressed against her entrance. A slow, deliberate push—and she gasped as he filled her, inch by inch.

“Ah! Ngh—! Ah… Haah…!”

Her body rocked with each thrust, b*****s bouncing as the knight at her side kneaded them roughly, his mouth sealing over her other n****e with a bruising suction. She clawed at the sheets, her free hand wrapping around the squire’s twitching c**k, squeezing just to hear him whimper.

“Nngh… Princess…!”

The desperate way he rutted into her grip almost made her laugh—until Ian drove into her harder, jealousy sharpening his movements. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, slamming deep enough that his balls slapped against her a*s with every snap of his hips.

“Ah! Ah—! Ngh! Too deep—! Aahn!”

Her vision sparked white as he struck her cervix, pleasure teetering on the edge of unbearable. But no matter how good it felt, no matter how perfectly he wrecked her—that barrier remained. The jinx held firm, denying her release yet again.