Lewd Courtship - Chapter 59

“…Is your wrist better now?”

“Yes, I heal quickly.”

Rachel waved her wrist freely as if to prove her point. Watching her, Killian was abruptly reminded of another wound he’d left on her. After a brief hesitation, he spoke again.

“Then… what about your bottom?”

The unexpected question made Rachel’s eyes widen. But she quickly understood and her expression softened. The marks his hands had left three days ago had nearly faded entirely.

He’s still concerned about that…

A thought crossed her mind—perhaps he was more considerate than she’d assumed. A tickling warmth spread through her chest, and her voice brightened even more.

“I told you I heal quickly. There’s not a single mark left now—would you like to check for yourself?”

Rachel ended her sentence with a playful laugh. Her smile was so bewitching that, for a moment, Killian’s heartbeat quickened.

He drew a short breath and paused. The rush of blood through his veins seemed to whisper that all his worries from the night before had been in vain. His drowsy mind was hazy, yet the sensation of being here with her felt vividly clear. Soon, a low, firm voice escaped his lips as he exhaled.

“…Come here, Rachel.”

At his call, Rachel inwardly cheered. Swallowing her excitement, she rose from her seat and walked toward him at a pace that was neither slow nor hurried.

The moment she stood beside him, his hand pulled her in. Losing her balance, she tumbled onto his lap, her legs folding to one side as her upper body twisted slightly.

Killian wrapped an arm around her turned waist, and feeling his warmth, Rachel gently rested her hands on his shoulders.

Warm air swirled between their now-close faces. Their breaths drew nearer until finally, their lips met.

Killian slipped his tongue between her soft lips, greeted by the sweet, lingering taste of black tea. Then, something even sweeter—her saliva—coated his tongue.

“Mmm…”

As he tangled his tongue with hers and sucked gently, Rachel let out a shallow moan. Killian covered her lips as if devouring even that sound. Every noise she made was swallowed by him, yet the damp, tender friction of their mucous membranes could still be faintly heard.

The soft, wet sound of their kiss filled the space between them.

As he listened to that rhythm, Killian’s hands wandered down Rachel’s back, seeking the ties of her dress. Without hesitation, he loosened them, all while deftly undoing his own waistband.

Soon, her dress pooled at her feet. Her panties, caught on his fingertips, slid down her thighs and joined the fabric on the floor.

Killian kicked the discarded garments aside, then pulled Rachel—who had been standing awkwardly mid-undressing—back into his embrace.

She quickly settled onto his thighs, this time spreading her legs and lowering her hips toward the prominent bulge straining against his underwear. The damp valley between her legs pressed tightly against the fabric, separated only by a thin layer. A shiver ran through her, and she began grinding her hips restlessly.

“Your Majesty… Ah… Ah, haah…”

Killian cupped her gently swaying hips, thrusting upward in time with her movements. The pressured shaft rubbed against the wet fabric, creating a tantalizing friction that made her body shudder involuntarily.

“Ha…”

As pleasure washed over his dazed mind, his thoughts grew even more blurred. For some reason, each time their bodies rubbed together, memories of the countless times he’d pleasured himself in this very room resurfaced.

Some days, he’d been haunted by traces of her; other days, he’d forced his own stimulation, picturing her only for the sake of his treatment.

Of course, there had been far more troubling concerns than those complex thoughts that still lingered in his mind even now.

But in this moment, he wanted to focus solely on her. The weight on his lower body grew more distinct, and the slick warmth of her skin pressed down on him like a heated blanket—a sensation no act of self-pleasure could ever replicate.

Killian’s lips trembled faintly. As his tangled emotions settled, a raw, unrestrained desire surged forward to take their place. A low, thick voice slipped through his ragged breaths:

“…I need to get you ready before I enter you. Wet it.”

Even without explicit instruction, Rachel understood immediately what he meant.

She dropped to her knees between his legs, her hands slipping into the open waistband of his pants to pull down his underwear. Before his e***t p***s could spring free completely, she took it into her mouth.

His shaft was firm, yet somehow softer than usual. Rachel ran her tongue along its length, shaking her head with deliberate care. A faint, clean scent of soap—perhaps from a recent wash—teased her senses. The familiar warmth of his skin seeped into her mouth.

Soon, both her lips that is moving around his c**k—and the entrance between her legs grew obscenely wet. Fluid dripped from her core, staining the floor of Killian’s chambers.

As his gaze shifted between the mess on the floor and Rachel’s glistening lips, Killian easily recognized the state of his own arousal. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly before he fixed his eyes on her legs.

“…Spread your legs wider, Rachel.”