Lewd Courtship - Chapter 39

It happened so abruptly that Rachel froze in place, stunned.
The Emperor’s supposed perversion—

She thought he had noticed her curse and was going to hurt her
but instead, her mouth was sealed in an entirely different way.

“Princess. Haa…”

When Rachel kept her lips closed, Killian licked over them and whispered lowly.

His warm breath lingered around the tip of her nose and her lips.
That heat slowly coaxed her mouth open, and the moment she parted them, Killian slipped inside as if he had been waiting for it.

Rachel closed her eyes, and his tongue pressed in deeper and deeper.

The thick muscle wedged itself between their joined lips, shifting shape as it explored every corner of her mouth—

hooking around her tongue to pull it, or lightly prodding at the tender spot on her palate.

When the mucous membrane was pressed, clear saliva welled up from beneath her tongue.

He pushed further in through that slickness.

Her lips were spread wide, and she ended up biting down on the base of his tongue.

The tongue that had reached all the way inside slowly traced near her uvula.

“Mm… mmph, ngh…”

Her mouth was filled to the brim, leaving her with a strange sense of fullness.

Rachel licked at the tongue inside her, savoring the soft, tender stimulation.

The liquid that had been pooling beneath their tongues rose up, soaking every corner of her mouth.

Even between their pressed lips, saliva gathered, and the sticky sound of it mingled with their breathing.

“Haa… ha…”

Killian pulled his face back slightly.

Between their wet lips stretched a fine silver thread that refused to break.

He extended his tongue to erase it, then slid his fingers into the hair just above the nape of Rachel’s neck.

When he yanked, her head snapped backward sharply.

“Ugh—ugh!”

At the sting of her hair being pulled, Rachel instinctively grabbed his arm. When she opened her eyes, she saw him—

Rachel looked up at the man who held her, expecting to meet his gaze, but his attention remained fixed solely on her glistening lips.

A pang of loneliness struck her at his refusal to even look her in the eyes. But more than that, she ached for the lost fullness in her mouth, craving his return – for him to claim her lips again, to bite and lick them thoroughly.

“…Your Majesty, there is something you can’t do,” Rachel taunted.

Only then did Killian finally meet her eyes.

His piercing gaze locked onto hers as he began chewing on her lower lip – first with slow deliberation, then sinking his teeth in just enough to leave faint marks on the plush pink flesh before releasing it.

“And what exactly,” he murmured, “can’t I do?”

“Controlling yourself when aroused.”

“Hah.”

It was the most blatant provocation. Killian let out a dry laugh before capturing her upper lip this time, leaving deeper, more pronounced teeth marks. Keeping their lips barely touching, he countered:

“It’s you who can’t control your arousal.”

“Not compared to you. This is already the third time.”

“…Open your mouth.”

Rather than engage her taunt, he chose command instead. Getting exactly what she wanted, Rachel broke into a radiant smile and parted her lips.

He pried her mouth open—wide enough for about three fingers to fit—and once more pushed his tongue inside.

He caressed the inner side of her lips, where teeth marks were still vivid, and sent the pooling saliva straight into her.

“Mmph… ngh…”

Rachel accepted him without resistance.

The lukewarm liquid slid along the joined membranes of their mouths, trickling down her cheeks before gathering at the back of her throat.

Its thick, sticky weight pressed against her uvula, making her throat repeatedly tighten and release.

Her breathing grew short, and she sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.

As she exhaled, Killian pulled harder on her hair.

“Ugh! Ngh…”

Her head was bent back to its limit, forcing a sound from her throat.

The saliva pooled in her throat slid down with an audible gulp.
Hearing that, Killian slowly withdrew his tongue.

“Even when your mouth is forced open, you take it in so well.
You really can’t help yourself.”

“…”

“Isn’t that right?”

The teal eyes meeting hers gleamed sharply.
If she didn’t agree, he might actually tear her lips apart.

Unable to move her head with her hair still caught, Rachel gave the smallest nod she could manage.

At that, he released her hair.

The sudden loss of force made her head drop forward, and a cough escaped her throat.

Killian waited for her to catch her breath—then pressed their lips together once again.

In contrast to his merciless tongue, his hand stroked the back of her neck in a soothing manner. His hand trailed along the line between her shoulder blades, down the curve of her spine, and lower still—until it reached her hips, where his fingers sank into the soft flesh.

Gripping her there, he pulled Rachel closer.