Chapter 31
Even now, the towering man, his dense muscles wrapped around him like iron plate, seemed to her like a child left at the water’s edge, or a half-grown boy—and she was surprised at herself.
Having followed him into the bath, Lucy picked up a sponge lathered with soap and began wiping down the nape of his neck.
Hot water from the natural bedrock poured ceaselessly from the fountainhead crafted of gold and ivory, and wherever the sponge passed, blood washed away.
Seated submerged in the water, he had been receiving her touch for a while—then suddenly pulled the waist of Lucy, who stood before him.
The thin white dress, soaked wet, clung to Lucy’s body, starkly revealing her pointed n*****s and the lovely valley-like curve of her s*x.
Laegar gnawed with his teeth at her n****e, protruding like a berry through the fabric.
“Ah.”
She felt a sudden tingle shoot through her waist but struggled to stay lucid.
At some point, the overflowing water had washed away all the blood that had stained his upper body.
Face slightly flushed, she stroked Laegar’s hair where it clung to her b****t while her other hand swept over his chest, checking whether it was uninjured and whole.
Then, as his mouthing turned explicit, she barely managed to murmur in a cracked voice.
“…B-But you can’t. The healers and mages said not to for the time being….”
But before the words had even finished, the large hand tore the thin fabric that had been barely veiling her body—ripping it apart with a sharp rasp.
Wrapping her pale, plump b****t in his red tongue and biting down, he murmured lazily.
“That ‘time being’ has already passed.”
“…Nngh… but….”
His hair, darker than a crow’s feather, began to descend lower.
The long, hot tongue traced a circle around the concave navel, then continued downward, leaving a hot trail below.
“Hfft…!”
Lucy clutched his hair with both pale hands and gasped.
Parting the fine, silver-white pubic hair to both sides, his tongue slowly pressed down on the hidden c**t. A tingling pleasure coiled around her lower belly.
“Ahhk….”
As Lucy staggered, the hot tongue parted the petals this way and that and began rubbing the overlapped folds. The sensation of rough taste buds grinding against the tender membrane produced an indescribably strange pleasure.
Even as moans like sobs spilled out unbidden, she pleaded.
“…Haa— nngh… Lae, stop. This is too… strange. It’s strange… hic….”
But the hot, wet tongue parted the secret cleft and slid in long like a snake.
“Ahht….”
At the sensation of it scraping her inner walls and wreaking lewd havoc, fluid gushed from below.
Laegar caught her as her knees buckled and swayed, seating her on the marble edge.
Then he pushed her thighs wide apart and buried his face between them.
“Hff, nngh…!”
The tongue plunged deep again, mercilessly grinding the sensitive spot, and when fluid poured from it, he drank it down with noisy slurps.
Lucy’s lips fell open as she tilted her head back.
From her gasping mouth, a hazy white steam trailed lasciviously for a long while. It felt as though her lower half had melted entirely, warmly, and was being sucked entirely into his mouth.
“Haaht, nngh… Lae… please… nngh…!”
Not knowing herself whether she was begging for more or begging him to stop, Lucy pleaded, pressing his head down between her legs.
At that, Laegar’s pale, straight nose crushed against her c**t, doubling the pleasure.
The flesh deep inside her, as if craving greater stimulation, began clamping tightly around the tongue that thrashed like a fish. Then, at last, the moment the tip of his tongue stabbed a certain spot.
“Aaah! Aah-hffk!”
Lucy’s waist convulsed, trembling, then broke down entirely.
Laegar caught her immediately and seated her down onto his length—majestically e***t beneath the water.
Already in climax, her contracting inner walls clamped and pulled tightly at him.
“Tsk.”
Laegar gnawed at her snow-white throat, thrown back, and drove his hips upward. The water in the bath began sloshing in time with his fierce thrusts.
“Haaht, aahng! Hah!”
Before the first climax had even ended, skewered by the pillar driving deep, Lucy went limp, limbs dangling.
Like floating seaweed, her body swayed with the water’s swell, but her slender waist was held fast in his large grip.
Like that, she was chopped down without mercy, steeped in coercive pleasure for a long while.
At last, the tendons in Laegar’s neck bulged as if about to burst, and his other hand crushed Lucy’s b****t as though he meant to pop it.
“Grrk!”
She felt the lump of flesh inside her, hard as a boulder, erupt as if exploding.
“Haa-ahht!”
Her vision, too, blurred with a second climax.
As she threw her head back, the grotesque yet elegant gold patterns on the bathroom ceiling swayed dizzily.
Wrapped tight inside his powerfully pounding chest, her body slowly sank into the steam of the hot bath.
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