Chapter 50
Luna tensed, trying to press her thighs together.
But Kadan showed no intention of stopping. The defenseless spread of her legs, the man burrowing between them, and the opulent audience chamber stretching behind them painted a garishly vivid scene.
His lips dragged slowly along the soft inner flesh of her thigh. Flustered, Luna averted her gaze, swallowing dryly before forcing words out.
“The day we kissed and I fell asleep… when I woke up, I was in the village square.”
She explained how villagers had dragged her from the cabin, how Ruth rescued her from the storage shed. Kadan’s head remained between her thighs, only his pitch-black eyes rolling upward. Dark pools of lust demanding elaboration.
“Ruth said he’d take me to you. We took back alleys to avoid people, but then… ah! The knight order appeared—Hah!”
Luna’s explanation dissolved into panting. Here she sat now, legs splayed wide across the sacred throne as Kadan pushed aside her damp undergarments with his fingers and began lapping at her.
“Ah! I-I’m not clean! It’s dirty, Kadan!”
“Good smell.”
Her scent after so long was intoxicating, fogging his mind. His pointed tongue traced the swollen folds before finding its target. The moment his tongue caught the gap, he speared inside without hesitation.
Luna’s thighs trembled violently. Kadan glanced up at her flustered expression before hoisting her legs over his shoulders. Her hips were tilted upward for better access. He alternated between relentless licks along her inner walls and rubbing his nose against her c**t.
“Ngh! D-down there… ah! Too much—”
“Down there? Weren’t you explaining something? About the knights?”
“The knights, in the forest… the m-monument… Hah! When I touched it, the tattoo… the gate disappeared—Nn! Kadan!”
“So, the beast gate closed.”
“Y-yes! Ah! Kadan, inside… it tickles! Too much—Hng!”
He drank every drop of her liquid, then nipped at her throbbing c**t. When his lips sealed around it and sucked, Hah!—Kadan! Her thighs clamped around his neck in reflex.
Pathetic strength. This couldn’t strangle even a dying man. He adored her helplessness and bit the bud between his teeth until Hngh!—her back arched violently off the throne.
Her slender waist trembled with convulsions as she reached a brief climax. Her tight entrance pulsed obscenely, dripping with opaque juices.
“Look here, Luna.”
Kadan jerked his chin toward the throne seat. Droplets of her slickness had left glistening trails across the plush crimson velvet – the very seat she’d once hesitated to even sit upon.
“How bold you’ve become, marking the royal throne like this.”
“N-no… this can’t… ah…”
“Shh, it’s alright.”
“It’s not! I’ve soiled the one and only throne, what do I—hic—what do we do?”
Panicked tears streamed down Luna’s face. She desperately tried to wipe them away before they stained the velvet. It only made her more adorable.
Yes. His Luna. The Luna he’d yearned for was finally in his arms. She was surrendering her most intimate places while smelling impossibly sweet.
From now on, he’d protect her utterly. No one would lay a finger on her. He’d keep her in the safest place, where only he could admire her – where he’d fill that sacred, sinful womb with his seed until it conceived his child.
The mere thought made his c**k twitch. Kadan, who’d been buried between her thighs, smirked. He got up to claim her mouth. The position change left Luna half-reclined across the throne, accepting his kiss without resistance. His lips and tongue tasted faintly sweet from her essence.
Their sticky kiss and his roaming hands were obscenely lewd. Unconsciously, Luna clenched around nothing, spilling another gush of arousal. No! Horrified, she reached down to stem the flow, frantically wiping before it would trickle down her cleft.
Kadan finally broke the kiss and spoke.
“I called this is your place. No need for shame.”
“Don’t say that! This isn’t… this could never be my place!”
Her eyes darted anxiously like a cornered animal. As if I’d let you run. His imperial mindset surged, trying to claim her completely—
Then clarity struck. No. Before her, he must remain the simple forest keeper. That was how she’d loved him.
“If this seat troubles you so, I’ll take it instead. Better?”
At Kadan’s words, Luna nodded desperately. He caught her sticky hand, dragging his tongue in one long stripe across her glistening palm.
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