Reincarnated Princess Stuck in a Door - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The soaked scrap of fabric left streaks on her thigh as it slid away, then vanished. She couldn’t tell when it had come off completely. Her blurred vision caught Lukenian’s face. He was untying the ribbon at his collar with his teeth.

His expression was burning with desire. Even if her own head was wrecked from mana overload and invasion, it should have been nothing to him. Just magic. She couldn’t understand what he was so worked up about. No—she’d never seen him look this human before. She was stunned he even had something like desire. Not a thirst for knowledge. Not ambition. Just lust.

“Haaanh!”

At that realization, her body reacted again. Her womb and core clenched and rippled all at once. A lurching sensation deep in her belly, and her entrance squeezed tight.

Lukenian pressed his lips to the swell of her chest where her collar had fallen open, then lightly grazed the side of her b****t with his teeth. At the same time, his fingers swept deep along her folds from behind and slowly rubbed against that spot.

“Ah, nnh.”

“Haah. You’re sensitive, Larissa.”

Hot breath dampened her chest. Soaked everywhere, above and below, Larissa sobbed again. His fingers pressed against her swollen bud and stroked her entrance and the delicate skin below with careful precision. That alone was enough to drive her back toward the peak. Slick spilled from her fluttering entrance, coating his fingers. Desperate, she tugged at his collar. If he would just go a little deeper. Just a little further in. Just scratch that spot.

“Larissa.”

Lukenian said her name again. She realized he was looking down at her, studying her face.

“Can you get there with just my fingers?”

“Wh-What are you even… a-ask… ing…”

“Because I want to see your face when you come. While I’m still in my right mind.”

What was he even talking about? But Larissa wasn’t in any position to protest or ask. Her body had already peaked once and was sensitive beyond belief. Every sense was wide open. All five. Her sixth sense. Every nerve cell. All of it waiting desperately for the blissful stimulation only he could give.

Lukenian’s fingers pushed deep inside her. Slowly. Slowly enough that she could feel exactly how far each fingertip reached. He traced every swollen, aching spot without missing a single one.

Larissa panted, breathless. She wanted to keep him inside her. Her walls clenched tight around his fingers. And just like that—just from that—she reached her second peak.

“Ah, nngh…!”

She let out a sound close to a sob and threw her head back. She knew Lukenian was scanning her face with that relentless gaze of his, but she had no control over her expression. None at all.

“Ah, nh, ah…”

Slick gushed out and pooled in his palm. Lukenian spread it and pushed even further forward, pressing down against her entire mound with a delicate touch. The pressure with his fingers still inside sent a tingling shiver all the way to the top of her head. Larissa trembled and clung to him. And then she realized for the first time that he was breathing just as hard.

“Luke… nian.”

“Tighter, Larissa. You can come again from just my fingers.”

“D-Don’t, stop… hh…!”

A second finger slid in deep. Larissa gasped, and he gave the order again.

“Tighter.”

“Ah, aah, ahh!”

With the aftershocks still rippling through her body, Larissa obeyed without thinking. Every time she consciously clenched, Lukenian pumped his two fingers inside her. Each time, the friction against her walls sent pleasure flooding through her so intensely she shuddered.

“Ah, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”

Larissa shook her head and begged him. Every time she tightened, her walls stretched open to the depth of his two fingers. But deeper inside, she felt emptier than ever. Nothing filled her there. Her body kept riding the wave of pleasure, pushed higher and higher, but her desire wasn’t being satisfied. It was growing worse. The heat was driving her insane.

“Not this, nngh, not this, not your hand.”

She pleaded with him. If she came again like this, she’d be too exhausted to go on. She didn’t want that.

She unwound her arms from his neck and fumbled along his side, pulling his shirt free from his waistband.

But that wasn’t what she’d really meant to do. As if sensing the hesitation in her touch, Lukenian spoke with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Why? You can do whatever you want.”

And then he took her hand and guided it inside his pants. She’d been planning to be bold, but now she shrank back. She wanted to say she’d had no idea he was this kind of person, but there was no room for that.