Lewd Courtship - Chapter 3

Rachel pursed her lips into a perfect circle, taking just the glans into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it like candy—but just as she was about to pull back, the knight’s relentless thrusts forced the entire length deep into her throat.

“Ngh—ah… mm, gk—!”

“Ahh—Your Highness…!”

The flushed young noble, unable to hold back any longer, began claiming her throat. He gripped her head and pistoned his hips wildly, each deep plunge hitting the back of her throat until she gagged around him.

It should’ve been unpleasant, but the alternating rhythm of c***s filling her from above and below left her dazed. Her body slackened, her torso collapsing against the sheets, her n*****s dragging roughly over the fabric.

Even as she choked, Rachel chased the dizzying pleasure. The friction against her sensitive n*****s felt so good she ground against the sheets—until Ian caught her swaying b*****s in his hands. He smeared the sticky mix of her arousal and his c*m over her areolas, rubbing the swollen tip of his c**k against them. The flushed head of his e******n nestled perfectly into her stiffened peak.

Ah… This might actually be good.

The novelty of her body becoming a vessel for others’ lust thrilled her. Even as she was jostled between them, Rachel fantasized about calling for four men next time. The thought alone made her walls clench and the knight groaned, spilling into her with a broken gasp.

Thick, pearly c*m overflowed from her womb, dripping down her thighs and staining the sheets.

The faint scent of night-blooming flowers grew heavier in the air—just as the young noble released a viscous flood down her throat. Even after two releases, his c**k remained vicious, twitching as it emptied another ruthless torrent.

There was no sign of him slowing down.

He kept thrusting as if determined to squeeze out every last drop into Rachel’s mouth, sliding his length between her lips a few more times before finally pulling out completely.

“Hah… Haah… Ah—!”

Rachel gasped for air, desperate to replenish her oxygen. Strands of s***n she hadn’t managed to swallow spilled from her parted lips, a white droplet rolling down her chin.

Her ragged breathing, flushed face, and the stark contrast of her glistening, slick lips held the men’s rapt attention. Among them, Ian swallowed thickly but still reached out to wipe her chin, feigning concern.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

His gentle tone was at odds with the way his c**k nudged insistently against her b****t. Sensing it, Rachel steadied her breath and smirked.

I’m fine. More importantly, Ian… You want to go again already?

“…Yes.”

He sounded almost embarrassed. Rachel’s grin deepened as she flicked the young noble’s e******n with her fingertip.

“What to do… It’s his turn now. Though—” She tilted her head playfully. “There is another hole free. Want to take that one instead?”

“The… back one…?”

Ian glanced at Rachel’s backside, his crimson eyes flickering with something indecent perhaps imagining himself pushing into her there. His Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly as he swallowed hard.

Though it was just his throat moving, the motion resembled a nod, prompting Rachel to sit up. She pushed the young noble onto his back, straddled him, and ran her fingers over the knight’s firm chest.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. My knight can take over.”

“No, I’ll do it.”

Ian moved immediately, positioning himself behind Rachel and gripping the curves of her b******s, spreading them apart. His gaze fixed on the stretched, glistening entrance below already occupied by the young noble’s c**k—before noticing the other tight hole just above it. His own e******n throbbed at the sight.

“Your Highness, I’ll start with my fingers first.”

“Mmm… Yes— Ah!“

Ian’s long middle finger pressed into the impossibly tight ring of muscle. When he crooked his knuckle to stretch her, the motion forced the young noble’s c**k deeper inside. Overstimulated, the noble subtly bucked his hips upward.

“Hah! Ah—! Ahh… Nngh…!“

The head of his c**k dragged along her inner walls while Ian’s fingers worked her open. With both holes filled, Rachel writhed, overwhelmed. Tears welled in her eyes—only for the knight to lick the dampness away before sealing his mouth over hers. She tangled her tongue with his instinctively.

Meanwhile, Ian added a second finger, then a third, kneeling to avoid tangling with the young noble’s legs.

He withdrew his fingers and aligned the tip with her slightly loosened entrance. Spreading her trembling flesh, he slowly pushed in, starting with the head.

“Ah! Ahh…! Hah, ngh…! Ah! Ahh…!”

Two c***s now moved inside her, stretching her to the limit. Her lower abdomen felt ready to burst, stuffed full from both ends, and Rachel let out a high-pitched moan against the knight’s lips.