Lewd Courtship - Chapter 70

“I told you, Your Majesty, you can’t hold back when you’re aroused.”

A wry smile flickered across Killian’s otherwise expressionless face. By now, even her playful teasing seemed amusingly familiar to him.

He lowered his gaze as if recalling the past, then slowly lifted his eyes to Rachel. Her image was sharply reflected in his pupils, filled with heat. His voice, heavy with quickened breaths, came out short and firm.

“…Open your mouth, Rachel.”

Before the words had fully left his lips, Rachel parted them. Killian stepped forward naturally, wrapping his arms around her waist, and lowered his head between her open lips. He slid the tip of his tongue in and leisurely traced her inner mouth.

“Mmngh…”

At some point, his tongue retreated. Just as Rachel felt a twinge of disappointment, he clamped down on her lower lip with his teeth. The firm bite pressed insistently against her flesh.

“Ugh…”

The sharp stimulation made Rachel arch her back. Following her reaction, Killian’s hand slid smoothly along her body—from her back to her side, down along her waist—fingering the ribbons at the back of her dress.

As the outer layer of the dress slipped, only a thin layer of silk remained exposed. Feeling the warmth of his approaching hand, she opened her eyes slightly.

Ah… I’m not wearing an underdress today.

The memory of her hastily thrown-on clothes from oversleeping surfaced in her mind. Instinctively, Rachel crossed her arms over her chest. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have cared, but the thought of being in the middle of the garden suddenly overwhelmed her with embarrassment.

She parted her lips and asked in an awkward tone:

“Here? But… people often pass through this area…”

“Let them look if they want.”

As if it truly didn’t matter to him, Killian slipped his hand through the gap in her arms and pressed firmly against her b****t, hidden beneath the layers of fabric. The soft flesh yielded under his touch, then swelled again.

“Ah…!”

The tips of her b*****s gradually stiffened and peaked. Her n*****s, pressed against the fabric, bent slightly, sending a strange sensation spreading through her. As if asking for more, Rachel pushed her chest forward.

Without hesitation, Killian used his fingertips to scratch the prominent flesh. Seizing the moment she shuddered, he slid his hand under her skirt. He caressed her thigh slowly before abruptly pulling down her panties.

The hastily removed fabric caught on one of her calves. Killian clicked his tongue softly, and Rachel naturally shifted her weight to the other leg.

He lifted that leg as if cradling it. Her thighs spread wide, exposing her damp intimacy to the open air.

“Ah—!”

Losing her balance, Rachel braced herself against a nearby tree. While firmly holding her thigh, Killian undid the buckle of his trousers. His fully e***t member sprang free, a thin strand of pre-e*******e stretching from its tip like a delicate thread.

Rachel swallowed unconsciously, her throat bobbing under his intense gaze. Killian reached out, his hand closing lightly around her neck as if to stifle her breath. The tremors of her uneven breathing vibrated against his palm.

For a moment, he simply savored that quivering sensation—the way her throat constricted, the irregular rhythm of her airless pants. Almost regretfully, he slowly released his grip. Then his fingertips trailed along her jawline toward her mouth. Two fingers pressed without hesitation into the slight part between her lips.

“Lick.”

“Ngh… Mm…”

Rachel obediently traced his fingers with her tongue, the slickness growing familiar. Just as she adjusted, his fingers suddenly moved—pulling out slightly before thrusting back in deep, mimicking penetration.

The pressure against her tongue twisted Rachel’s expression. Killian watched her intently, pushing his fingers even deeper. When they brushed the roof of her mouth and grazed her uvula, she gagged violently. Instinctively, her lips clamped down around his fingers.

“Ghk…”

Her stomach lurched, connected straight to her throat. Her trapped legs kicked weakly in the air.

Feeling her convulse, Killian withdrew his fingers. A thin thread of saliva connected her lips to his glistening fingertips. Before it could break, his hand slid down, skimming over her damp chest and lower abdomen before parting her slick folds and pushing inside in one swift motion.

“Hah…! Ah… Aah…!”

His fingers spread, scraping her inner walls. With each curl of his knuckles, lewd, wet sounds filled the garden, stark against the gentle rustle of wind and water.