Lewd Courtship - Chapter 26

Rachel found herself inexplicably soothed by the weight of his touch—as if it were silent permission to continue.

She tilted her head back, meeting Killian’s gaze. His expression had softened slightly, the usual frost in his eyes thawing just enough to notice.

He must like what he sees.

A mischievous smile curled her lips as she leaned forward, catching the zipper pull of his trousers between her teeth. With deliberate slowness, she dragged it downward.

The fabric parted, revealing his undergarments already soaked through with precum. The scent of him—stronger now, muskier—flooded her senses, making her head swim.

Dazed, she seized the waistband with her teeth and yanked. The sudden motion freed his c**k with enough force to slap against her cheek, the impact stinging slightly from its sheer weight.

It’s… really him.

Her lips parted in awe, already imagining how it would feel to take him into her mouth, to lavish him with slow, worshipful sucks.

But before she could—

Killian’s hand fisted in her hair, dragging her forward.

The forced intrusion filled Rachel’s mouth with a salty bitterness as the thick shaft stretched her throat wide open.

“Ghk—! Hnng…!”

Though the sudden invasion shocked her system, she welcomed it eagerly—rolling the slick crown against her palate while her tongue curled worshipfully around the pulsing veins. She could feel each throb of his arousal as the already massive length swelled further against her constricting throat.

I want more.

Even with her jaw straining and her mouth stuffed full, she craved deeper. Rachel forced her lips wider, throat flexing open obscenely as her face twisted into something beyond lewd—something downright vulgar.

Killian watched with burning intensity before suddenly gripping her hair in a vise-like hold. He pushed relentlessly past her gag reflex, burying himself to the hilt until the swollen head lodged deep in forbidden territory. Rachel’s vision swam as her airway constricted, her tear-filled eyes fixed helplessly on the sculpted planes of his lower abdomen. The coarse hair tickling her cheeks meant nothing compared to the overwhelming fullness splitting her throat.

“Ghk—! Ughh… Nnn…!”

Her muffled choking sent blood rushing to her pounding temples. Even as her tongue worked desperately along his length, Rachel shoved weakly at Killian’s steel-like thighs—only for him to drive deeper in response. When her nails carved crimson crescents into his muscle, his slight flinch went unnoticed behind her blur of tears and suffocating ecstasy.

She simply blinked, her sharp nails digging in as tears welled up in her eyes. A single drop rolled down Rachel’s cheek, mingling with the saliva smeared across her chin before falling to the ground.

“Ngh! Ugh… Hn…!”

Tears kept flowing, her mind growing hazier by the second—as if she might black out at any moment. Trembling violently, Rachel weakly slapped Killian’s thigh. Only then did he finally pull his hand away from her head.

“Hah…! Haah… hah…”

Even as she spat him out, Rachel gasped desperately for air. Her crumpled lungs filled, blood rushing back to her head. Dizzy, she bowed forward.

As her vision slowly cleared, she caught sight of her own legs. Her trousers were soaked through—mostly from saliva and tears shed during her efforts, but some of it was her own slickness, still seeping out uncontrollably.

The arousal wouldn’t stop. A tingling numbness spread between her thighs, and without thinking, she clenched them together. The pressure sent another jolt through her core. Unable to help herself, she ground her hips slightly—only to freeze when a warm palm cupped her cheek.

…So warm.

Rachel lifted her head, drawn to the heat. Killian’s fingers brushed along her jaw, wiping away the mess on her face. Their eyes met.

His touch was unexpectedly careful. The air between them had shifted somehow, and Rachel studied him in silence. A ridiculous thought flickered through her mind—Had he taken a liking to the beast she’d become?

Then his voice cut through the quiet, low and firm:

“Get up. Turn around.”

As expected, his behavior didn’t change. Killian showed no tenderness—only commands meant to serve his own pleasure.

Well, I suppose it’s precisely because he’s like this that my body reacts this way.