Lewd Courtship - Chapter 40

Their bodies pressed together, and his thick, hardened length was pressed flush against her mound and lower belly.
The pressure against her c**t made Rachel restless with need.

“Nngh… haa…”

She let out a frustrated breath between their joined lips, subtly moving her hips so that the hard flesh rubbed against her.

When the trapped shaft ground against her like that, Killian’s body gave the faintest twitch.

He tightened his hold on her hips, then thrust his pelvis forward as if to drive into her.

The force of it sent a vibration into her lower abdomen, deep enough for her to feel it inside.

Her inner walls twitched in time with his movements, and Rachel thought it almost felt as if they were having s*x through their clothes.

She wanted to feel his heat more directly.

When she carefully slid her arms around his back, Killian abruptly pulled away.

He put about a step of distance between them, staring at her with a blank expression.

‘I’m going to get scolded again.’

Though she missed his warmth, Rachel watched him cautiously.
She waited for some new insult to be thrown her way, but the space remained silent except for the sound of their quickened breaths.

His eyes stayed fixed on her—unfeeling, yet sharp.

‘Why is he looking at me like that…?’

It felt as if his gaze was stripping her bare.

Every inch of her aroused body felt exposed, leaving her flustered.
Her eyes wavered, and her fingertips idly toyed with the warm skin of her lower belly.

When she brushed across it once more from side to side, Killian finally spoke.

“Take it off like before and turn around.”

Finally, the silence broke. Rachel was relieved by Killian’s command and obeyed without hesitation.

She unfastened her bustle and pulled out the wire from the hem of her skirt. After removing her accessories and lace, she shed the layered outer garment. Earlier, he had turned his head away at this sight, but now his gaze was fixed intently on the curves of her body.

The shift in his stare sent a strange flutter through Rachel’s heart. Unconsciously, she curled the corner of her lips and turned her back to him. She stepped toward the nearest stable bar and gripped the iron rails.

A chill crept up her fingers as they wrapped around the cold metal. In stark contrast, the warmth of his palm pressed against her back.

His hands traced over her muscles, as if mapping them, before sliding down to her hips. Pausing briefly at the swell of her b******s, he then gathered her skirt, lifting it to her waist.

The bunched fabric draped over her back as her panties were tugged down. A breeze swept between her exposed thighs, the contrast of cool air against her heated skin making her body even more sensitive.

Rachel’s breath hitched, and arousal seeped from her flushed entrance. A sticky droplet trailed down her folds, gathering at her c**t before stretching thin and finally dripping to the floor, leaving a mark.

‘…This is embarrassing.’

Today, more than ever, she felt ashamed of how easily he could excite her. But even worse was the unbearable heat of her own body.

Rachel wished he would do something—anything—to her, the sooner the better. Just as her impatience nearly made her turn to look, a soft touch settled over her mound.

“Ah—hahh…”

It was just a touch. The neatly trimmed fingertips brushed over the cleft like stroking fine down. After a single sweep from top to bottom, they began teasing the plump labia majora.

The lips, pinched between thumb and forefinger, parted and closed. The shallow valley glistened with arousal, and as the stretched skin peeled back, the flushed, swollen c******s was revealed.

“Haah, ah… Ugh…”

Rachel’s breath came rough and uneven. Her hips rocked restlessly, pleading against the man’s touch. When her pelvis twisted—smack!—a sharp sound rang out, followed by a stinging heat spreading across her backside.

“Ah—hnn…!”

The muscles of her clenched b******s tensed. Killian struck down again and again with his palm, as if punishing her. With each smack—smack!, the scorching pain bloomed across her skin.

Her reddened, quivering rear pressed insistently against her entrance. The vibrations sent shivers through her flesh, and with a lewd squelch, her soaked folds spilled more slickness. It hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes—yet the ache only fed her desperation.

“Ah! Ngh—Your Majesty! Haah, ah, p-please… Ah…!”

Her backside trembled under the repeated strikes. When Rachel whimpered between moans, Killian finally paused. His fingers returned to her v***a, parting the slick folds—yet still, he only toyed with her.

His fingertips traced the narrow slit, the swollen flesh clinging stickily. He pressed around the entrance before pushing in a single knuckle. The moment he did, her inner walls clenched around him, pulsing as if begging for more.