《What? System Wants Me To Steal MILFs To Become Stronger!》 Chapter 1: Prince...Slow...Down... [R18] "Prince may Ie in?" A melodious voice with a hint of maturity sounded affectionately in front of a luxurious golden door filled with intricate patterns. She knocked again,"Prince are you awake?" She called out again but still got no response. "Prince please wake up. It¡¯s almost time for the breakfast." The maid spoke loudly this time, her melodious voice still had the same affectionate tone in it. The woman was dressed in a white pce maid dress. Her dress showed off her mature curves andrge breast as well as her pale thighs through the thin fabric. She had her ck hair tied into two braids which were falling down from either side of her face, reaching till her breasts. Even though she was already married, her body looked like that of a virgin as if she just matured yesterday. The maid knocked on the door once again and heard some groaning sounding from inside. She was already used to this situation every morning, so she opened the door herself and walked in without any hesitation. "Prince it¡¯s time to get up." She said while walking towards the bed but her words got stuck in her throat when she saw the scene in front of her. The room was spacious with a huge bed ced in the middle of the room and various luxurious furniture. She looked at the demonically handsome Prince and blushed seeing his naked body which was full of muscle. The Prince was sleeping naked in the bed with a white silk sheet covering only till his waist, revealing his upper body. His white hair was spread out on the pillow making him look more handsome than ever. His red eyes were closed as he slept peacefully. His face looked seductive even when asleep. The maid blushed seeing his muscr chest and abs which were shining in the sunlighting from the window. "Prince please wake up. Your Majesty is waiting!" She spoke once again trying hard not to stare at the prince¡¯s body. But before she could say anything else, tworge snow white hands suddenly grabbed her wrists and pulled her towards the bed. "For a married woman you are quite naughty huh?" A low husky voice sounded near her ears. The maid tried to resist but thoserge hands were too strong for her to escape from. "Prince let me go! Someone might see us!" She cried out loud but was only answered by a chuckle from behind her back. She felt the Prince¡¯s warm breath near her ears which made her shiver involuntarily. "So what? I thought you liked being seen by others while doing?" The Prince whispered seductively in her ears while his hand slid under her dress. "Don¡¯t worry no one wille here unless I allow," He assured while grabbing herrge breast with his hand. The maid started squirming as the Prince yed with her sensitive spots. The Prince chuckled seeing her reaction and started sucking on her neck. His blood red lipstched onto her white smooth skin leaving a mark while his hands were busy ying with her breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted her pink nipples making the maid moan in pleasure. Her face flushed red while her breathing became heavy. Seeing her reaction like a virgin, he increased his pace and grabbed her nipples under her dress. "Prince..slow...down..." The maid pleaded but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the Prince continued ravishing her body. Her dress was torn apart revealing herrge breast to the prince who immediately started licking and sucking on them like a hungry beast. He bit on her nipple while his hand slithered downwards towards her underwear. "Ah...Prince please stop it! Ahh!" The maid moaned as the Prince inserted his fingers rubbing her wet p*ssy ¡ª but not entering inside. His red eyes stared at her lustfully while his mouth devoured her breasts. He sucked and licked every part of her breasts leaving countless marks on it. "What is this? Already this wet huh?" He asked teasingly while ying with her p*ssy. His fingers rubbed against her clitoris making her shiver in pleasure. The maid blushed and turned her head away from him unable to answer. She looked at his lower region instinctively and noticed that the Prince was also aroused just like her. His huge c*ck stood upright proudly twitching asionally. She still couldn¡¯t get used to this size even after having s*x with the Prince multiple times. This was simply too big for a normal human. She felt her face getting hotter seeing the Prince¡¯s body and remembering all the things he did to her previously. "Ahhh" a loud moun escaped her mouth as she nearly climaxed due to prince¡¯s hand movement. Her legs shook violently as she felt his long slender hands touching her most sensitive area. Prince smiled hearing her moans and inserted his fingers inside her wet p*ssy without warning. The maid arched her back while letting out another loud moan of ecstasy. The maid grabbed onto Prince¡¯s shoulders tightly while he pumped his finger in and out of her p*ssy making loud squelching noises. She bit her lips trying to hold back her voice but failed miserably as the Prince increased his pace further. The Prince¡¯s other hand squeezed her soft b*ttcheeks while his mouthtched onto her nipples once again. Her juices dripped down onto the bed creating a small puddle beneath. Even though Prince had fingernails, instead of pain, the maid felt immense pleasure as the nails rubbed against her inner walls. She was on the verge of cumming when she felt something slimy wrapped around her clitoris! She looked down only to find out that the Prince¡¯s long tongue was circling around her clitoris while his other hand was ying with her b*ttlocks. The maid looked at the Prince who smirked seductively and inserted his tongue inside her wet p*ssy alongside his fingers. "Prince... Ahhh....!!" She screamed and orgasmed as the prince¡¯s long tongue touched her most sensitive stop! "Now onto the main dish!" The Prince said removing his tongue and fingers from the maid¡¯s p*ssy and recing them with something bigger and harder! His long thick c*ck twitched in anticipation as he slowly rubbed it against her wet entrance. Even though his whole body was snow white that would even make any woman jealous, his c*ck was blood red! The maid shivered in anticipation seeing the Prince¡¯s c*ck rubbing against her p*ssy. She knew she was in for a ride, literally. "Prince, please be gentle today." "Like hell!!" The Prince replied and shoved his entire length inside her in one go. "Ahhh!" The maid moaned loudly as she felt the Prince¡¯s huge c*ck stretching her insides. She bit her lips trying to endure the pain but failed miserably as the Prince started moving right away without giving her time to adjust. The maid¡¯s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt intense pleasure mixed with pain. Her screams filled the room while the Prince thrusted his hips back and forth repeatedly... Chapter 2: Prince...Slow...Down... (2) [R18] The morning sunlight peeked through the curtain of the window, its warm rays caressing their naked bodies, creating a holy image in the middle of the room. The room itself was extraordinary and luxurious, worthy of a royal Prince, with walls adorned in rich tapestries and paintings that spoke of royal heritage. The bed, a grand four-poster draped in silken sheets and plush velvet, stood as the centerpiece. Ornate furniture with intricate carvings and gilded ents surrounded them, each piece meticulously ced to exude opulence and power. A chandelier of crystal and gold hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow that mingled with the sunlight, enhancing the room¡¯s majestic aura. Scattered across the floor were maid uniforms, hastily discarded in the heat of passion. On the bed, a beautiful, mature woman in her early thirtiesy naked, her body radiating a sensual allure. Her skin was smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the flush of desire coloring her cheeks. Her ample breasts heaved with each breath, and her curvaceous figure, marked by soft yet defined lines, exuded an undeniable elegance and femininity. Her dark hair fanned out across the silken sheets, framing her face, which bore an expression of pure ecstasy. Above her, a young man with long, flowing white hair and blood-red eyes moved with a primal grace. His lean, muscr body, honed to perfection, shone with a faint sheen of sweat, emphasizing the chiseled lines of his form. Each movement revealed the power and control in his sculpted frame, a beautiful contrast of strength and elegance. His baster skin seemed to glow in the morning light, highlighting the stark purity of his snow-white body. The young man¡¯s intense, almost predatory gaze remained fixed on the woman beneath him, his every action driven by an insatiable hunger that spoke of both dominance and desire. She could feel her p*ssy being filled up every time he thrusted his hips. His long white hair hung over her face making him look even more beautiful than before. "Ahhh!" She moaned loudly as the Prince increased his pace, hisrge c*ck touching her womb. He grabbed her hip and thrusted even faster without stopping. The maid clung to the prince for dear life while hisrge c*ck made squishy noises every time it moved inside her. "F*ck, your pussy feels so good around my c*ck." The Prince growled and grabbed her neck, squeezing it strongly. His red eyes stared at her mercilessly, clouded with lust and hunger. His long white hair swayed along with his movements, enveloping her in his sweet fragrance. "Ahh, Prince!! Please, no more!!" She cried out, her face flushed red with embarrassment. "But your lower region seems to think otherwise." He said while feeling her inner walls clench around his hard c*ck. She opened her mouth in shock, unable to respond. "Ahhh~~" She moaned as the sensation took over her. She couldn¡¯t stop screaming as her insides tightened around the Prince¡¯s c*ck. She shook and shuddered uncontrobly as he continued thrusting inside her in a frenzy. The Prince gripped her hips tightly and groaned, thrusting deeply inside her. Pulling her hair, the Prince forced her to arch her back. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples stiff and erect! He grabbed them and squeezed them roughly, eliciting a moan from her. "Ahh, ahh, please harder...!!!" The maid sobbed as he thrust his c*ck in her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue brushing against hers. Their breaths mingled as they shared the same air. She was close to her limit as her legs quivered, and she clenched her pussy around his c*ck. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of his c*ck filling her up. As the Prince¡¯s hands traveled up and down her body, she felt her climax approaching. She knew the Prince was not far behind as his thrusts became wilder and faster. They climaxed together, their juices mixing in a sticky mess between them. She copsed onto the bed, exhausted and panting. But the Prince seemed to have no intention of stopping there. He flipped her over again, and she watched as he spread her legs apart and licked his lips hungrily. "Oh, I¡¯ll have you dripping with my c*m by the time I¡¯m done with you." "Yes, yes, yes!!" she begged. "I want to feel your c*m inside me. Please, f*ck me harder." The maid suddenly screamed when the Prince inserted one of his finger inside her b*tthole. "What do you mean?" The prince asked smirking."I¡¯m not satisfied with your p*ssy only." "AH, AHH!" She screamed as he moved his finger inside her, his c*ck still pounding her p*ssy. "Prin... prin...plea...please no...more!" She was unable to control her moans as she felt the added pressure of his finger inside her tight entrance. She screamed and came as he kept both his c*ck and finger inside her. "I¡¯m c*mming...!! Where do you want to take it?" Prince asked without withdrawing his c*ck or finger. "Inside! Pleasee inside me! I want to feel your c*m dripping out of me like a waterfall!" The maid cried out in response, pushing her hips down and back on his c*ck as hard as she could as if to milk him dry. "Hmm.., I¡¯ll let it out in your p*ssy. Do you want that?" The prince teased as he increased his pace and thrusted faster. "Yes, yes! Please, give it all to me, Prince! C*m deep inside me! I want to know what your seed feels like..." The maid begged shamelessly, her fingers gripping his muscr shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "Very well then, here you go." Prince said huskily as he came, releasing his entire load inside her with a loud groan. The maid gasped as she felt his warm liquid filling her insides. She could feel his c*m leaking out of her, dripping down her legs and onto the bed. Her p*ssy muscles contracted and spasmed around his c*ck, milking him dry. "You really liked it, huh!?" The prince muttered, his eyes hazy with pleasure and satisfaction. "Yes, yes... I love it! Please, give it to me more, Prince. I want to feel your c*ck deep inside me all the time." The maid could barely form coherent sentences, her face flushed red with embarrassment and pleasure. She had never felt so aroused in her entire life, and she didn¡¯t want it to end. Chapter 3: Talk With The Emperor "By the way, what did you arrive so early for?" pping the plump meat buns of the still twitching maid beside him, the white-haired young man inquired. "Ahh~" Jolting up and letting out a small cry, the maid rolled over on the bed. "Your Majesty is waiting in the dining room. He asked me to call you to have breakfast." Previously dazed and lost in the thrill of pleasure, the mature maid spoke upon recovering herself. "What does he want now?" Letting out a muffled groan while slumping onto the pillow, the young man asked. Letting out an annoyed sigh the young man, Lucian Celestian, reluctantly shifted his gaze from the naked female body lying beside him. The young man got out of bed and went to freshen up. He then dressed and prepared to face his father, the Emperor, in the dining room, leaving the exhausted maid behind. ... The distance between Lucian¡¯s room and the dining hall was not too far, and the heel of his boots ttered against the marble floor, making a piercing sound. Lucian initially tried to reduce the noise, but eventually gave up and walked towards the dining hall. Lucian was dressed in a red royal robe with gold embroidery and a few supplementary pieces made only for ceremonial purposes. A crown was adorned his head, arge stone hung above his forehead, and the gem was almost shining like a star, making his appearance unique in the eyes of others. As soon as he opened the door to the Imperial Dining Hall, he heard sarcastic voices. "Wow, 5th Brother, it must be a long time since you have attended the family breakfast." "Walking here must have been exhausting after all of your activitiesst night!" "Say, the entertainment area is also nearby, I heard you can pick one of the courtesans to ease the tension." All heads turned to Lucian as if he was being observed closely, makingments about him as soon as he stepped into the hall, putting an end to the previousmotion. Amid the stifling air in the room, Lucian could sense a wave of impatience surging inside him. The Imperial Dining Hall was a spacious room with avishly decorated chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Several taps of gold decorates the area around the ceilings, making the ce look exquisite. In the middle of room, a long dining table was ced, and 10 vacant chairs still stood around it. The table and chairs were made of marble, carved beautifully, and embellished with a golden touch. Beautifully designed ss, tes and cups were aligned on the table, making it look more ornamental than functional. Maids could be seen standing in a corner, ready to serve whenever someone called for them. On the right corner of the table, there were tes of delicious food, and fresh fruits. The arrangement looked perfect, and the sheer sight of it would make any hungry person¡¯s mouth water. At the head of the table, the Emperor was sitting. The Emperor¡¯s face was expressionless. He didn¡¯t say anything after the 5th Prince¡¯s arrival, just sipping his morning tea, waiting for the others to speak their mind. The Emperor, Maximilian Celestian, was a middle-aged man with a regal and dignified air. His body was toned and muscr, a testament to his years of training. His long blond hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, entuating his sharp jawline and intense golden eyes. Wearing a regal golden tunic with blue embroidery and a silver crown adorned with jewels, the Emperor gave a very powerful aura. A mature woman was seated beside the Emperor, delicately eating her breakfast. She was the Empress of the Empire, Regina Celestian. She had a noble and dignified face and piercing amber eyes. Her long blue hair cascading down her back and delicate white hands, which grasped the fork and knife she was using to cut the meat, looked fragile, yet her calm, steady demeanor suggested that she possessed a hidden strength. Of all the woman Lucian had ever seen, she was the most beautiful! However, despite the charming appearance and elegant demeanor, the aura surrounding her carried a hint of scheming and unpredictability, making Lucian attracted to her in an intriguing way. "Father, I hope you have been doing well." Lucian spoke politely with a slight bow towards the Emperor. While the Emperor made noment, Lucian did not mind. Under the sarcastic and amusing expression of his siblings, Lucian walked over to the dining table and quietly sat at the opposite end of the imperial couple. Soon the maids began to bring in the food, serving his breakfast. "Father the Dukedom of Darkhart showing some suspicious activitytely!!" Said Julius, the Crown Prince, to the Emperor. "I already received a report of this. There is no need for you to worry, Julius." Replied the Emperor coldly. "Father I¡¯m thinking if we should send someone to investigate this more deeply." "You mean like our dear little brother here? He¡¯s always looking for an opportunity to get his hands dirty." Suddenly there were chimes ofughter at the remark from Lucian¡¯s siblings. "He¡¯s a bit sluggish today. It¡¯s as if he¡¯s still processing whatever activity he was doing overnight. Maybe we should schedule his reconnaissance missions for days?" Listening to their sarcasm and mockery, Lucian¡¯s face turned cold as he narrowed his eyes, but choose to ignore his ¡¯siblings¡¯. He took a bite of the meat on his te, never deigning to answer them. But it seemed that his nonchnce only served to further irritate his siblings. "You¡¯re not worth the title of Prince." "Seriously, what did you do to earn it? Must have been licking up the Emperor¡¯s shoes, that¡¯s for sure." "ENOUGH!" A sudden outburst from the Emperor brought the snide remarks to an abrupt end. Surprised at the sudden interruption, they all shut their mouths. "This Emperor had decided that Lucian will be the one to check on the suspicious activity in the Duke¡¯s territory." The Emperor¡¯s gaze was frigid, and his voice terse and upromising. Listening to this, Julius¡¯s face became bright as he quickly hid it from the others with a smile. But Lucian¡¯s face darkened, and his hands clenched into fists. "Father, you must have thought this through. He might be a dutiful son, but he¡¯s not capable of handling a task like that. There could be danger for our younger brother." Even though Drake, the Second Prince, said this sounding concern, his tone was mocking. "I¡¯m not surprised though, seeing as he¡¯s a failure when ites to anything else." "Enough, Lucian will be the one assigned to the Dukedom of Darkhart. Lucian what are your opinions about this?" Surprised to be addressed by his father suddenly, Lucian was silent for a while before letting out a sigh. "As you wish, father." "You¡¯ll be leaving in a week!" Saying this the Emperor abruptly stood up and left the dining room, followed by the Empress. But when they were out of sight, the dining room was filled withughter and mocking voices. "It¡¯s just like father to have a weakness for that boy. He clearly doesn¡¯t care about anything else. Only he cares about so much, and he¡¯s wasting his effort." "Well, maybe it¡¯s time we just don¡¯t warn the Emperor and let Lucian fail on his own ord." Lucian too left the dining hall, ignoring the backhanded remarks of his siblings, he nned to get some information about the Dukedom of Darkhart from a reliable source. Lucian¡¯s eyes glinted with a dangerous allure as he let his gaze drift suggestively. "I can¡¯t help but wonder," he murmured, his tone a soft whisper, "if the Duke¡¯s wife can match the Empress in her beauty." He savored the thought with a slow, deliberate smile, his mind weaving fantasies that danced just out of reach, entirely indifferent to the disdainful looks of his imperial kin. Chapter 4: Head Maid [R18] Leaving the dining hall behind Lucian randomly chose a path to the left. The corridor stretched ahead of him, filled with identical doors and portraits of various historical figures that Lucian didn¡¯t recognize. There were even some mysterious statues and ornate busts arranged strategically within the hallways, as if there was some grand design behind the decoration. While he had his share of adventure, Lucian had never actually been to the Imperial Library before. After all why would he visit a boring ce like Imperial Library when he could go and have ¡¯fun¡¯ instead! But now, in his role, Lucian decided it was high time to find that library and search for information. So, he walked forward without hesitation, keeping an eye out for any signs or directions that might help. The Imperial Pce was massive, a sprawlingplex of towering spires and grand halls adorned with intricate carvings and precious gemstones. Its walls were lined with majestic tapestries depicting the empire¡¯s glorious history. The vast corridors seemed endless, each turn leading to another opulent chamber or a hidden courtyard filled with rare, exotic nts. Ornate chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floors. While he was still inside its walls, he wasn¡¯t even sure he could find his way out without a map. After a few twists and turns, Lucian stopped outside a pair of wooden double doors. He could hear some kind of movement on the other side, so he pressed his hands against the wood and opened them slightly. Sure enough, the doors creaked silently, revealing a scene straight from a paradise. It was not library but a bedchamber with a luxurious king-sized bed. His eyes caught a glimpse of the busty and attractive body that had her a*s sticking up towards the door. Lucian couldn¡¯t stop his d*ck from standing erect and throbbing. The woman had white hair, indicating her advanced age, and Lucian guessed that she was nearing her sixties. But the curve of her backside and the voluptuousness of her a*s made him pause, as she wriggled her hips sensuously. With her attention on cleaning the room, the woman who was wearing a maid uniform didn¡¯t notice Lucian opening the door any wider, and he slowly crept inside. "Hello, madam!" Lucian said cheerfully. "Ahh! Whose there?!" the maid cried out in surprise. She turned her head back to look at him. Herrge butt wiggled side to side as she shifted her weight, and Lucian was mesmerized by the bouncing curves of her a*s. "I¡¯m sorry to disturb you," Lucian said quickly, hoping she wouldn¡¯t throw him out just yet, "I was wondering if you might have seen a library around here?" "Ohh it¡¯s Prince Lucian!" the maid squealed excitedly. She hurriedly stood upright and bowed. She gave him a full view of herrge, heavy breasts, the tops of her milky-white breasts spilling over the cups of her brassiere. He barely resisted the urge to reach out and give one a squeeze, especially when the maid pushed her chest outward. "Do you know how to reach the library?" Lucian inquired, his voice a soft murmur. He scanned the room carefully, his eyes lingering in the shadows, making certain no one else was present besides them. The maid hurriedly shuffled some cleaning supplies into a small wooden box and stepped forward. "Of course, I can help you. Please follow me, Your Highness. I¡¯ll lead you there right away. Just let me finish my work, and we can leave," she said sweetly. Lucian saw her cleaning supplies, and an ¡¯idea¡¯ popped up in his mind. "Let me help!" he offered. "It¡¯ll go much faster with two people." The maid hesitated. "I don¡¯t think I should ept help from someone as important as you, Your Highness," she stammered. "Please?" Lucian asked. "You look like you¡¯ve got a lot to do, and I¡¯m pretty strong. Besides, what¡¯s a Prince doing hiding out in a library anyways?" he joked. Reluctantly, the maid smiled, and the pair got to work. Lucian was shocked at how filthy the chamber was, with dirty sheets, crumpled papers scattered around, and even a pile of filth in the corner that he could only identify as food remains. ¡¯Whose nightmare of a room is this?¡¯ Lucian wondered inwardly, appalled by the chaos and filth surrounding him. "Let¡¯s finish this up quickly," the maid mumbled. "I really need to get my day started. And that¡¯s not easy in my old age. Thank you for offering to help, Your Highness." ¡¯If I want to pin her down, I¡¯ll need to make it worth my while,¡¯ Lucian thought, a hint of a wicked smile ying on his lips. With Lucian¡¯s assistance, the pair cleaned the room with amazing speed. They carefully folded the linens, sorted the documents, and tidied up the floor, ensuring that everything was immactely prepared for its upant¡¯s return. "Now only the ceiling needs to be swept," Lucian said, looking upward. "My hands can¡¯t reach up there, Your Highness," the maid admitted. "Why don¡¯t we get adder instead?" the maid suggested, quickly moving toward an alcove tucked away behind the bed. "Actually there¡¯s nodder or a stool." The maid apologized, "I will be right back, Prince Lucian," and hurried out of the room to grab a stool or adder. But Lucian couldn¡¯t let her find adder if he wanted to seed in his n, so he went after her, and before she stepped out of the room, he mmed the door shut, trapping her inside. "Your Highness, what is the matter?" She stumbled to say. She stumbled backwards, knocking a crystal bowl off a table and onto the ground with a tter. "I¡¯ll hold you up while you clean the ceiling," Lucian replied, cing a finger on his lips and grinning mischievously. He approached the maid, grabbing her by her waist. She gasped in surprise, her face turning a rosy red. "Your Highness, I don¡¯t think we can-" Lucian lifted her up easily. Although the maid was not petite and light, he easily held her, her feet dangling a couple of inches off the floor. He instructed. "If you could dust off the top, we could be finished that much faster." "But Your Highness, I¡¯m too heavy for you to carry," the maid whimpered. She thrashed in his arms, trying to escape, but Lucian didn¡¯t relent. "Don¡¯t worry," he replied, "you¡¯re light as a feather." ¡¯And your p*ssy¡¯s smelling nice¡¯ Lucian thought, taking a sniff. Holding her up with ease, Lucian began moving in rhythm, pretending to push and pull the maid up and down while in fact she was only few inches off the ground. His hands was pressed against her wrinkled buttocks, and he could feel his cheeks moistened with her secretions. He had let her thighs grind against his face, feeling his erection bing stiffer. Chapter 5: Sharing The Same Woman The Emperor Once Had...[R18] In the spacious and luxurious room, sunlight streamed through therge windows, casting a warm glow on the elegant furnishings. In the empty room, Lucian was holding up the head Maid while she cleaned the ceiling. The woman was beautiful. Even though she was quite older, her features still exuded a certain allure. ¡¯Her a*s is magnificent,¡¯ he thought as he grabbed her shapely rear end. It looked so perky, even for an older woman. She was wearing a ck skirt. It was cut to fall above her knees, showing off her slender legs. Her breasts were huge and perfectly rounded. While cleaning the ceiling, they were dangling just above Lucian¡¯s face. "You must be a healthy young man," the old maidmented as she moved from the ceiling, cleaning it off with a cloth. "Why?" Lucian asked, his hands sliding up to her ample waistline. He was still holding her up, his hands brushing against her skirt. "Because I often heard what you¡¯ve been doing with the other maids, Your Highness," she giggled, wriggling her hips slightly. Her juices were starting to slide down her legs, as she could feel his hands caressing her a*s. "It¡¯s just not something an old hag like me can handle, y¡¯know?" "You¡¯re hardly old, Madam," Lucian countered, squeezing her buttocks. "You seem like a feisty cougar to me." "Ahh.... I¡¯m just the old Head Maid, Your Highness," the woman purred, tossing her cleaning cloth aside. Lucian couldn¡¯t help but think that she was still s*xy, even as an old woman. She leaned down slightly, herrge breasts nearly spilling out of her brassiere, the outline of her dark pink nipples visible through the thin fabric. Lucian suddenly felt very thirsty. She had thick lips, full and plump, her mouth painted with a bright red lipstick. She looked gorgeous! He focused on holding her, feeling herrge a*s in his hands. "Can we do something that will make you feel alive again?...What if I touch you like this...?" She moaned a bit and whispering things. "This old body can¡¯t give you the experience you¡¯ve been longing for, Your Highness." the old maid said somewhat seductively. Her body was tingling! "Why not? Just look at that cute a*s of yours," Lucian replied. "Can I use a stool to clean the ceiling now? Otherwise you need to help me by lifting me a little more higher. So We could do this quick, Your Highness," the elder maid purred suggestively, ignoring his s*xual overture. "But I¡¯ve got a better idea..." Lucian set the maid down and put his hands on her legs under the skirt, one on her thigh, and the other on her waist, slowly sliding his way up and caressing her plump rump. The maid gasped softly, trying to back away from him, but his hands had a firm grip on her, and she found herself unable to resist his advances. Her heart was racing, and her body was getting warmer by the second. She could feel her own fluids trickling out of her p*ssy and wetting her underwear. Her breath wasbored as she whispered, "Please, Your Highness, I cannot let you touch me that way. It¡¯s inappropriate." "Oh, I won¡¯t," Lucian murmured. "As long as you promise to keep this between us." "But...but...." she protested weakly. "Hush now," he soothed her. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, and pressing his lips against her soft plump lips. The woman moaned softly. Her hands gripped his shoulder des tightly as she was losing control of her actions. She could feel his hand on her a*s, his other hand sliding up her moist panties, and his fingers parting the swollen lips of her p*ssy. His hands were quick and expertly stroking her erect clit, and his mouth was pressed against hers. She could taste the salty sweetness of his saliva. She was on fire now, her heart beating frantically as her body swelled with desire. "Please stop, Your Highness! What if we¡¯re discovered?!" she cried out, attempting to break free. "So what?" he grinned, nibbling on her earlobe. "I won¡¯t stop. If I want you, I¡¯m taking you." "But what if the Emperor..." the head maid trembled. "We won¡¯t get caught. I¡¯ll make sure of it," Lucian promised. "All we have to do is make the experience enjoyable." She shuddered slightly as his tongue licked her ear, and his teeth grazed her neck. "But why are you suddenly bringing the Emperor? Don¡¯t tell me Royal Father also have fun with the you?" Lucian asked coyly. The head Maid gasped slightly at the usation, moving her head away from him, embarrassed that they were thinking the same thing. "No... It¡¯s not that... It¡¯s just that... Sometimes he asks for mypany. But I know that he just wants someone to talk to, and sometimes... sometimes... he does share a meal or drink with me." She blushed brightly. Lucian eyes widened. "Royal Father actually spends time with you? Have you slept with him?" "Your Highness!" the head Maid gasped, taken aback by his question. "What kind of question is that? Please respect your Father¡¯s dignity." Lucianughed, the sound sending a shiver down the head maid¡¯s spine. "I¡¯m just curious. After all, Father is the Emperor. To think, you might have been with him when I haven¡¯t! He must be very desperate, huh? Haha... Haha..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It¡¯s almostical, isn¡¯t it? The man who preaches honor and dignity, who sits on the throne with such gravitas, reduced to seeking sce with the help. The Emperor, the epitome of virtue and restraint, findingfort in the arms of a maid. It makes you wonder how much of his facade is just that ¡ª a facade." Lucian¡¯s smile widened, a cruel glint in his eyes. "That is a serious allegation," the Head Maid muttered. "And I¡¯m not the only woman who¡¯s spent time with him, Your Highness." Suddenly putting two fingers together, Lucian held them in front of her p*ssy, blocking itpletely. The Head Maid looked at him in surprise and anticipation, wondering what he was nning. She felt his thumb brushing against her sensitive spot, and her p*ssy suddenly clenched. "Now, tell me more," Lucian pressed, "About all thedies the Emperor has f*cked." The old maid gritted her teeth and lowered her voice, afraid of being discovered. "You know," Lucian mused with a dark gleam in his eye, "the more I think about it, the more intrigued I be. The very idea of sharing the same woman my Royal Father once had¡­ it¡¯s almost exhrating. There¡¯s something perversely thrilling about the thought of indulging in the same desires that once consumed my Royal Father. So, be honest with me. I want every detail, every sordid little secret. Tell me about them all." His voice carried a chilling edge, and his eyes glittered with a mix of cruelty and amusement. Chapter 6: In My Mouth... [R18] The head maid shivered in his grasp, her thighs quivering with excitement as she imagined the Emperor fucking her. She knew she shouldn¡¯t say anything, but the Prince was relentless, and she couldn¡¯t help but oblige now that she was aroused. Lucian smirked wickedly at herpliance, knowing he would get what he wanted. He especially loved how easy it was to manipte people into revealing their secrets, and how people tended to reveal more than they intended when they were h*rny. Lucian pushed her down onto the bed and tore off her underwear before inserting two of fingers inside of her hole. Aaah~ The head maid groaned in pleasure as Lucian mmed into her repeatedly. Lucian added another finger, stretching her opening wide as he thrust deeper into her depths. The head maid screamed in ecstasy, her nails digging into the sheets as Lucian kept pounding into her. Lucian pulled out, leaving her p*ssy aching for more. He then inserted four fingers into her hole, spreading them apart, "tell me more about Royal Father f*cking you. How did he take you? Did you enjoy it?" he teased. Mnmnnn~ The head maid moaned loudly, her mind clouded with lust as Lucian fingered her roughly. "Your hole is quite loose huh.... Looks like Royal Father f*cked you many times... Or maybe you f*ck other men behind his back...." Lucian mocked. The head maid whimpered pathetically, her juices dripping onto the bedsheets as Lucian continued to ravage her. "You sl*t...." Lucian growled, pulling his fingers out of her hole and pping her a*s hard. Pah~ Pah~ Her breasts bounced wildly, and she screamed in pain and pleasure as Lucian began to tore off her maid uniform, exposing her naked body. Lucian was now fully erect, his c*ck throbbing with need. He sat atop her and positioned his c*ck between her big breasts, smearing her cleavage with prec*m. "Suck it," Lucianmanded. The head maid obeyed eagerly, leaning forward to lick his shaft, savoring the salty vor of his skin. Slurping sounds filled the room as she took Lucian¡¯s c*ck into her mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around him. Lucian thrust into her mouth, enjoying the sensation of her hot mouth engulfing him. ¡¯It¡¯s so good...¡¯ Lucian thought as he pumped faster. Gak~ Urk~ The head maid gagged slightly, struggling to breathe as Lucian shoved himself down her throat. She finally managed to pull away, gasping for air. Lucian smirked wickedly, "How dare you interrupt me.... Now suck it again!" Grabbing her head, he forced his c*ck back into her mouth. Lucian threw back his head and moaned loudly as he thrust into her, his balls mming against her chin with each stroke. The head maid was struggling to breathe, her cheeks flushed crimson as Lucian relentlessly f*cked her mouth. "I can now understand why Royal Father fucks you often...." Lucian grunted, gripping her hair tightly. The old head maid moaned in response, her eyes watering as Lucian mmed into her harder. Lucian pulled out of her mouth abruptly, leaving her gasping for air. "Who do you think is bigger? Me or Royal Father?" Lucian taunted, rubbing his c*ck against her cheek. The head maid looked up at him tear-eyed, "Y-yours is bigger, Your Highness." Lucian chuckled, pleased with her answer. He pped his c*ck across her face a few times before positioning it between herrge breasts once again. The head maid cupped her breasts around his shaft, squeezing them together tightly. "Ohh.... even though you are old, you sure know how to please a man...." Lucian praised. The head maid blushed prettily, her pink tongue flicking out to lick his tip whenever it appeared between her breasts. Lucian groaned with pleasure as she worked him over, her soft skin caressing his shaft as she stroked him. Lucian could not help but pinch her dark pink nipples as she pleasured him, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "Ahh.... Your Highness.... You¡¯re driving me crazy...." the head maid gasped, her juices leaking out of her p*ssy as Lucian pinched her sensitive flesh. Lucian reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb, causing her to moan louder. He grinned wickedly, "Now where do you want me to c*m?" The head maid whimpered in response, her body trembling with need. "In my mouth..." she gasped weakly, her juices dripping onto the bedsheets as Lucian fingered her roughly. Lucian obliged, shoving himself back into her mouth, thrusting deep into her throat. "Ohhh..... F*ck..." Lucian groaned, gripping her hair tightly as he pounded into her. The head maid gagged slightly, struggling to breathe as Lucian mmed into her. Lucian pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping for air. Then again, he mmed back into her, his balls pping against her chin with each stroke. "I¡¯m c*mming! Don¡¯t spill any of my c*m," Lucian grunted as he pumped into her mouth, his c*ck throbbing. The head maid moaned loudly, her cheeks flushed crimson as Lucian relentlessly poured into her, filling her mouth with c*m. Lucian smirked at her as she greedily gulped it down, not wanting to waste a single drop. The head maid grabbed his balls, squeezing them hard as she milked his shaft, determined to drain himpletely. "Sh!t..." Lucian swore, his balls twitching from the pressure she was applying. "Now tell me who are those woman Royal Father f*ck before? The one you saw him bring into his chamber." Lucian demanded. The head maid felt her mind go nk from the pleasure Lucian was providing, the mixture of his thick shaft and his constant ramming sent waves of euphoria coursing through her veins. She could feel her p*ssy pulsing with heat, desperately craving more of him. She didn¡¯t know where to begin, not with his relentless assault on her sweet spot, but Lucian gave her an ultimatum and she had no choice but to obey. But she could hardly think clearly at this moment with him pumping into her relentlessly with such power and energy. The old woman was left dazed by his unrelenting speed and strength as Lucian mmed his hips into her mouth at a ferocious pace. "Seems like you need something in your lower lips to open your upper lips, huh..." misunderstanding her dazed and weak facial expression as a sign of protest, Lucian murmured. She wanted to tell him, to spill all the secrets she had been holding onto, but before she could say a single word, Lucian got off of her and flipped her on her back, exposing her glistening mound and the dampness of her aching p*ssy. Before she had a chance to react, Lucian had positioned himself behind her and plunged his rigid, hard c*ck straight into her dripping wet p*ssy. Chapter 7: Tasting The Head Maid [R18] In therge bed, Lucian entered his whole length in one swift motion ¡ª not giving her much time to adjust to the girth and length of his member. The sudden and forceful impact of his invasion made her cry out, but Lucian was relentless. He pped her arse hard with both hands. The sound of his loud smacks filled the room, mixing with her gasps of pain and pleasure. She wanted to scream in agony but all that came out was a series of stifled moans and cries as Lucian maintained his unyielding pace. Ahhh..... Ohh.... Mmmhh... Squelch.... Squelch... Pah... Blump.... Blump.... Pop... Lucian pped her arse hard, the sound echoing off the walls of the chamber. She couldn¡¯t believe how easily he had taken her. With his massive c*ck fully inserted inside of her, her p*ssy stretched wide by his huge girth, he hadn¡¯t given her much time to adjust to the pain. "Your inside is quite loose now huh... No wonder Royal Father had not f*cked you frequently." Lucian leered. The head maid moaned loudly as Lucian mercilessly hammered her, his hips pping her a*s every time he rammed into her. She wanted to scream, ¡¯It¡¯s not that... Yours is just too big...¡¯ but Lucian wouldn¡¯t have it. Lucian pinned her down, her breasts crushed into the bed sheets as he pounded her relentlessly. "Un..ahh...unh..." she whimpered, unable to speak coherently as Lucian hammered her deeper and deeper with his huge, throbbing, blood red c*ck. As Lucian increased the tempo, it seemed as if his hips were a part of a lotive, a never-ending machine that kept pumping into her without slowing down. Pah~ Ahh~ pping her big round meat buns riddled with cellulite, Lucian watched with delight as her flesh quivered with each powerful blow. Everytime he pped, her inside squeezed tightly around his c*ck, pulling him closer to release. Her body trembled as Lucian continued his wild pounding, his huge balls mming against her flesh with each thrust. Moaning in ecstasy, she threw her head back and arched her back, allowing Lucian full ess to her. "You are truly a sl*t. A dirty, filthy sl*t." Lucian moaned as he continued to drive his hips forward, his thickness spearing her insides. The more he spoke like this, the more her inside clenched in pleasure, betraying her shame. As he roughly thrust into her, she couldn¡¯t help but let out a moan, a blend of pain and pleasure, her mind filled with nothing but lust. "So you are a masochist... liking such hard pounding..." Lucian sneered. p~ He pped her meat buns hard, again and again, making it red and tender. For some reason, it turned her on even more. Ahh~ Her screams were muffled, her throat too sore to utter anything coherently as Lucian plunged deeper and deeper into her throbbing p*ssy. Pulling out his glistening cock, heid next to her, "what are you waiting for? Ride me!" He whispered. His gaze was mesmerizing, his big fat hardness glistening with her juices. She bit her lip, still trying to catch her breath, but she couldn¡¯t deny the throbbing ache of her body. She couldn¡¯t deny that she wanted him, that she needed him. As he pulled her close and lifted her on top of him, she found herself positioning her wet c*nt over his massive c*ck, ready to sink down. Krrrrrii~ Paiiiin~ Driven by desire, she didn¡¯t hesitate. Before she could evenprehend what she was doing, she drove her hips down, enveloping his thick length inside of herpletely. "Ahh..." she moaned, feeling his c*ck stretching her insides as he bottomed out in one go. Smack~ Lucian pped her bouncingrge breasts hard, making her take his c*ck in deeper. Ahh~ Ohh~ ttered by the soundsing from her mouth, he gripped her thick thighs, and used his weight to bring her down on him, thrusting deeper into her hot, ¡¯tight folds¡¯. Pinching her big nipples, he groaned, the sounds of their hips pping together reverberating around the chamber. Lucian pulled her down, licking, biting and sucking on her pink nipples, nuzzling her breasts as he pounded into her, her channel tightly gripped around his throbbing length. His long nails dug into her soft flesh, leaving red marks on her back as he attempted to hold on tighter. Shivers ran down his spine as his thrusts became more frantic, his grunts mixing with her soft cries as he found himself hurtling towards the climax. Looking down at her, he saw her panting, her cheeks flushed with heat as her chest heaved. "OHH MY GOD..." she moaned, her p*ssy clenching around him, gripping his pulsing c*ck tightly. Lucian grunted as he felt her walls pulsing around his length, his c*ck twitching as his orgasm approached. His hips mmed against her with wild abandon, and he could feel his climax surging through him. "I¡¯m gonna c*m." Lucian moaned, his hips pumping wildly as he pounded into her glistening wetness. She arched her back, her breasts bouncing wildly, the sensation of his hot c*ck driving into her filling her mind and pushing her towards release. Gripping her hips, Lucian buried his head in her chest, his thrusts bing frantic as he neared his peak. His breath came in gasps, his shaft twitching, a sticky mess of juices dripping between them. She moaned, her breasts smothering him, her p*ssy clenching, hot, and wet as his swollen c*ck plunged into her depths. Lucian couldn¡¯t help but groan, the tension in his groin coiling tight as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm. And then, with a deep thrust, he burst, his climax rolling through him like a wave, his seeds sshing into her depths. She cried out, her head thrown back, her sheath mping around his c*ck, drawing it deeper as she orgasmed with him. With hisst ragged breaths, Lucian pulled out, his c*m dripping from her p*ssy lips, and copsed onto the bed beside her, spent. Then, taking a shaky breath, he murmured, "That was amazing. Now clean me with your mouth before anyonees." "It will be my pleasure, Your Highness," she replied seductively. Taking his c*ck in her mouth, she started to lick him, his load thick and sticky on her tongue. Her pink tongue traveled down his length, sliding down his shaft, her lips puckering around his mushroom head. Lucian moaned in approval, grabbing her hair and forcing her down on his shaft. She groaned as her lips stretched, taking his entire length into her mouth. Suckingst bit of c*m. Lucian savored the pleasure for a few moments before pulling out and swinging her onto the bed. Straddling her waist, Lucian positioned his blood red c*ck at the entrance to her other hole. "Wait! No! You can¡¯t go in there! No!" the old head maid protested, shaking her head furiously. But Lucian didn¡¯t care. Pushing his hips forward, he drove his c*ck straight into the old maid¡¯s tight a*shole. Ohhhh.... He moaned, relishing the feeling of her hot ring squeezing his shaft. The old maid screamed in agony and wriggled underneath him, but he held her down firmly, shoving deeper and deeper inside her b*tthole. "Did you really think I¡¯ll be finished only after two rounds? Guess again!" Lucian whispered. The old maid groaned, her a*s aching from Lucian¡¯s thick length pounding into her relentlessly. "I guess nobody used this hole. It¡¯s as tight as a virgin." Lucian sneered, driving his c*ck deeper into her. "It¡¯s dirty there, Your Highness!" she whimpered. Lucian smirked. He could feel his swollen c*ck throbbing as he buried himself inside her hot, tight hole. He enjoyed the pressure of her sphincter squeezing him, her screams echoing off the walls of the chamber. "But you seem to like it, dirty old sl*t." Lucian moaned, mming his hips against her buttocks. She groaned, her tears streaming down her cheeks as Lucian pounded her harder and faster. Lucian could see the mixture of pain and pleasure etched on her face, with her mouth opened wide, her eyes squeezed shut, her tongue hanging out. The head maid threw her head back, a low cry escaping her lips as Lucian pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it firmly. She gasped as Lucian pumped into her harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Knock! Knock! "Head Maid, are you in there?" a sharp, feminine voice suddenly echoed from behind the door. The head maid¡¯s breath caught in her throat. How long had she been in this room?? How long had Lucian been relentlessly f*cking her!? She hadn¡¯t even noticed the passage of time!! But now, with the voice outside threatening to break the fragile bubble they were in, panic gripped her. She tried to move, to push Lucian away, but before she could stop him, Lucian... Chapter 8: You Dont Want Me To Stop Yet, Do You? [R18] Lucian stood up with his hard c*ck inside of her a*shole, while she was being suspended in mid-air, her feet dangling. "Stay still, or I¡¯ll make sure you can¡¯t walk for the rest of your life," the old maid wanted to scream but he whispered, silencing her, and continued pounding her. Lucian had no mercy for her. He thrust in and out of her tight hole, his hips pping against her fleshy buttocks, his hands gripping her soft thighs tightly. The old maid had her hands mped over her mouth, stifling her moans as Lucian f*cked her, her face beet red with shame. Her cries only seemed to spur Lucian on, as he mmed into her harder and faster, while bringing her to the edge of climax. He could feel his c*ck twitching inside her, ready to explode, but he held back, wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as he could. Lucian smirked, his nails grabbing her soft thighs and digging into her skin. The old maid couldn¡¯t take it anymore. She was close to the brink of ecstasy, her body wracked with pleasure. Lucian could feel her walls clenching around him, and he knew she was close. He slowly started walking while still holding her up, his c*ck sliding in and out of her tight a*s. The old maid was barely able to form words, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lips parted as she gasped for air. Stopping in front of the closed door, Lucian held her still, his c*ck buried deep inside her. "Can you hear me? Are you there?" The voice outside asked again. She gasped sharply, realizing with a jolt what Lucian intended, the urgency of the situation only heightened by his relentless thrusts. Each movement pushed her closer to the brink, and the need to remain silent intensified the pressure. The old maid nodded, her face flushed and her breathing in ragged gasps. She struggled to keep herposure, her voice trembling under Lucian¡¯s constant thrusting into and out of her narrow hole. "Y-Yes. I¡¯m here. W-What do you need?" she managed to stutter. "We have a problem with the food for the dinner tonight. The cooks are asking for your help," the voice said. "O-Ohh~" the maid moaned, her eyes rolling back as Lucian drove into her deeper. "I¡¯ll be rr-ight there... Just a minute..." she gasped, her hands gripping the door for support. "Are you ok? You sound strange." "I¡¯m fine... Mmmhhh.... I just have a c-cold," the maid said, trying to keep her voice steady. But Lucian wasn¡¯t going to let her off that easily. He continued to thrust in and out of her tight hole, his balls pping against her soft flesh. Pah~ Pah~ The head maid tried her best to hide her moans, but it was getting harder and harder as Lucian pounded her relentlessly. "You cane with me if you want. I can show you the problem," the voice outside said. Holding her both thighs tightly with one hand while letting go of the other, he reached down to pinch her clit. Ahhhhhhh~ The old maid cried out, her legs giving way as she slumped forward, her hands mming onto the door. "Madam, are you ok? You sound strange." The voice outside said again. "I-I¡¯m f-fine¡­ just, um, h-having a little trouble with my b-back," the head maid stuttered, her voice trembling. "C-can you tell me w-what¡¯s the problem?" she managed to ask, barely holding herposure together. Her thighs squeezed together so tightly that the pressure made her insides feel incredibly constricted, driving Lucian to the brink of climaxing inside her. At this point, she didn¡¯t want him to stop. She wanted him to keep pounding her. She was so close to reaching her climax. But Lucian suddenly pulled out his throbbing c*ck, making her groan with frustration. "You don¡¯t want me to stop yet, do you?" Lucian smirked, teasing her with his glistening red tip. "No, please... Put it back in..!!" "Beg for it." "I¡¯m begging you, Your Highness. Please put your fat c*ck back in." "Where?" "In my a*shole where your Father had not entered!" "Good girl." "Uhhh...." Lucian pushed back into her tight a*s in one motion, relishing the feeling of her walls clenching around him. The female voice outside was asking questions about the dinner menu, while the old maid was struggling to answer them while being fucked in the a*s by Lucian. The female voice was getting suspicious about the old maid¡¯s behavior, asking her questions about her well-being, and even offering help if needed. Lucian couldn¡¯t care less about the conversation, as he was busy pumping in and out of the head maid¡¯s tight a*shole. He could feel his balls tightening as he neared his climax, his c*ck pulsing inside her a*shole, while his other hand reached down to rub her clit. His nails instead of pain were bringing intence pleasure to her. The head maid was losing control, her moans growing louder as Lucian pumped her faster and faster. She couldn¡¯t take it anymore, her body wracked with pleasure, her orgasm overpowering her. But the female voice outside wasn¡¯t leaving, still asking questions about her well-being. The head maid couldn¡¯t take it anymore, she couldn¡¯t concentrate on the pleasure because of the fear of being caught. She told the female voice toe backter, and telling Lucian to be still, to wait for her to leave. Lucian looked at her with a mischievous grin. He had only been rubbing her clit up until now, when he suddenly inserted four fingers into her c*nt hole and began finger-f*cking her p*ssy like a bull. "No.. No... I¡¯m not prepared.. Ahhh~" the head maid¡¯s voice trembled, but her protests were swallowed by her own breathless moans. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a predatory grin as his long nails teased the sensitive spot deep within her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her hands, weak with desire, failed to push him away as his left arm secured her in ce, her feet barely touching the ground. His right hand skillfully explored her trembling body, fingers expertly tracing circles around her clit, sending shivers down her spine. Squelch~ Squelch~ The friction because of her tightly pressed thighs made the sensations inside of her p*ssy even more unbearable, a mix of pain and pleasure she couldn¡¯t resist. Her hips, moving with a will of their own, began to buck against him, drawing him deeper with every motion. The slick sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, drowning out her feeble attempts to protest. Outside the door, a voice called out with concern, "Madam, is everything really alright?", panic surged through the head maid, her breath catching as she fought to maintain control. "Scram! Now!" she barked, her voice sharp andmanding despite her trembling form. The urgency in her tone left no room for argument, and she prayed it masked the quiver of pleasure threading through her words. "I... I¡¯m fine -just... a cough!" she added, forcing an exnation through gritted teeth, her body betraying her as Lucian continued his relentless assault. Lucian¡¯s grin widened as he felt her resolve crumble. With a low, guttural growl, he increased his pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, forcing her closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment, the risk of being caught, only fueled the mes between them. The head maid¡¯s moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch, helpless against the tide of pleasure overtaking her. With a final, guttural roar, Lucian thrust deeply, his body tensing as he spilled his hot seeds into her most forbidden depths. The warmth of his release spread through her, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that made her shudder violently. The head maid¡¯s body responded in kind, a powerful wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her insides clenched tightly around him, milking every drop as she let out a desperate, wanton cry. Her legs quivered uncontrobly, her eyes rolling back in her head while her tongue hung out, her entire body twitching with the overwhelming sensations. She lost all control, her dder releasing in a sudden, uncontroble stream, soaking her and Lucian as she copsed against him, utterly spent and overwhelmed. Chapter 9: Dark Secrets Of The Imperial Family [R18] "What a hopeless wh*re!" Lucian¡¯s smirk deepened as he watched the maid tremble in pleasure, her body betraying her as she lost control. With a swift, merciless motion, he seized her by the throat, squeezing hard. "You filthy sl*t," he hissed, his voice dripping with authority. "Dare to defile me with your filth again, and I¡¯ll make sure you never forget who owns you." He spat on her face, his eyes burning with a mixture of disdain and twisted satisfaction. The old maid, her mind clouded by the overwhelming ecstasy he had forced upon her, could barely grasp the reality of her situation. Lucian pulled out his c*ck, his gaze never leaving hers, and with deliberate cruelty, he sprayed thest remnants of his c*m across her face. The contrast of her humiliation and the pleasure he¡¯d inflicted upon her was intoxicating. Lucian was satisfied with the look of pleasure and humiliation on her face, and left her there, lying on the floor, her clothes disheveled and her body soaked with his c*m and her piss. When he noticed the head maid licking his c*m off her face, he smirked and grabbed her up beforeying her on the bed. ... It took nearly half an hour for the head maid to regain her senses, her body still aching from the brutal encounter. The memory of Lucian¡¯s touch sent shivers through her, leaving her trembling with a twisted blend of pain and longing. Despite the soreness, her mind swam with the intensity of what had transpired, her eyes betraying a hunger for more. Suddenly, a voice, dark and seductive like a devil¡¯s whisper, curled around her thoughts. "Come here." She turned, her heart pounding, and there he was ¡ª Lucian, lounging in a chair like a dark king on his throne, a wicked, devilish grin curling his lips. His eyes zed with malevolent delight, savoring her helplessness as he beckoned her closer, his presence as suffocating as the aura of dominance he exuded. "You are such a dirty wh*re, always hungry for my c*ck." "Please... Your Highness... I need your c*ck." The head maid begged, her hands cupping herrge breasts as she approached him. Lucian was still naked, his hard c*ck standing straight up in front of her, glistening in the sunlight. "Even after all that you still want more?" Lucian asked, amused. "Yes, Your Highness, I need your c*ck inside me." The old maid dropped to her knees, her hands sliding over the length of his shaft as she gazed up at him. Her eyes were full of lust, her lips parted as she began to lick and suck him, her tongue tracing circles around the tip before moving down to the base, where she licked and sucked his balls. Lucian smiled, enjoying the sight of her pleasuring him, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair as she took him into her mouth. "Now tell me everything you know about Father Emperor. Tell me all his dark secrets. And I will reward you with the pleasure you desire." Before, the head maid had been consumed by terror, her loyalty to the Emperor unshakable, knowing the price of revealing his darkest secret would be her life. The mere idea of betrayal had frozen her tongue, fear gripping her heart like a vice. But now, after the relentless, twisted ecstasy Lucian had unleashed upon her, fear no longer had a hold on her. The intense pleasure had shattered her resolve, leaving her utterly broken and subservient to his will. She didn¡¯t hesitate anymore, didn¡¯t even flinch at the thought of treachery. Her mind was enved to Lucian¡¯s devilishmand, and and the fear of the Emperor¡¯s wrath was nothingpared to the twisted pleasure Lucian had imprinted on her very soul. She was ready to divulge everything, her only desire to please her new ¡¯master¡¯, no matter the consequences. She told Lucian about how the Emperor had a secret affair with his own younger sister ¡ª Princess Eloise. "When I first entered the Imperial Pce as a maid, the Emperor was only interested in his own personal pleasure. There was no love or affection in his marriage to the Empress." She exined, her tongue tracing every ridge of his erection. "However, over time, I noticed him growing more and more attached to Eloise. At first, he just sought herpany. But as she became a woman, he began to act on his desires." "His Majesty was the Crown Prince at that time." the head maid swallowed himpletely and took him down her throat. After sucking him for a few minutes, she pulled away, a thin strand of drool hanging from her lips. "Princess Eloise was still unmarried and breathtakingly beautiful. She had eyes like jewels and a figure that had men falling over themselves for a moment of her attention." She continued her detailed description of how Eloise became the new obsession of the Emperor and started spending more and more time together in the Imperial Gardens. "One day it was raining hard, and I couldn¡¯t return to my chambers." "Go on." "I identally came across His Majesty in the Imperial Garden, sitting under the red roof of the pagoda. It was raining, but he didn¡¯t seem to mind the cold. He was just looking down at his feet with a really satisfied expression on his face." The head maid exined how he had not yet noticed her approach, and but then she noticed something strange. "Someone was squatting in front of him, hidden under a cloak, their head moving frantically up and down. It was actually Princess Eloise!" "Keep going." Lucian c*ck hardened further in her throat. "She was on her knees, her clothes soaked and sticking to her curves, sucking His Majesty¡¯s c*ck. I watched, paralyzed, as his Majesty took his hands and forced Eloise¡¯s mouth down onto him roughly." "I was stunned and shocked. I didn¡¯t know what to do or where to look." "Don¡¯t stop, what happened next? What happened between the Emperor and his sister?" The head maid began exining how the Emperor had his sister to have an*l s*x with him in the open air. "Eloise¡¯s moans were soft but persistent as His Majesty grew more intense. I observed them moving together in a steady, rhythmic motion, his thrusts deliberate and precise. Her hands were gripping his shoulders tightly, her body arching and shivering with every movement. She seemedpletely absorbed, her face showing a mix of pleasure and anticipation as he continued." As the head maid recounted the scene, she spoke as though she had been the one experiencing it firsthand. Her description of Princess Eloise¡¯s moans of pleasure and the Emperor¡¯s rhythmic movements was vivid and intimate, as if she had been caught up in the midst of their encounter herself. She detailed every sensation and emotion, describing Eloise¡¯s body arching and her hands gripping tightly, as though she were reliving the scene from the perspective of the princess, fully immersed in the forbidden passion and the resulting unease. "They looked deeply entwined and incredibly closed, their faces red and their expressions full of feeling, almost tender. But as their breathing got heavy and their movements more urgent, I couldn¡¯t shake the uneasy feeling that what they were doing was wrong. The mix of their closeness and the fact that it was forbidden made me feel very ufortable." The head maid paused and nced up at him, as if waiting for him to object to their forbidden love. But Lucian was so turned on that his c*ck hardened further in her throat, much to his delight. "Keep going," he ordered gruffly, his hips thrusting into her eager mouth. "His Majesty pulled Princess Eloise back to her feet and then held her tightly against his chest, his c*ck buried deep inside her a*shole." The old maid spoke and moved her mouth with passion and pleasure as she kept mentioning the inc*st taboo between the Emperor and Princess Eloise. Finally, she let his c*ck slide out of her mouth and began to stroke it furiously, her hands wrapped tightly around the engorged shaft... Chapter 10: Dark Secrets Of The Imperial Family (2) [R18] "Fascinating! It all makes sense now why he sent Aunt Eloise¡¯s husband to the border," Lucian remarked, his eyes glinting with dark pleasure as he absorbed every sordid detail. His face flushed with a mix of excitement and desire, savoring the ount of their illicit rendezvous. Her husband, a generalmanding forces at the frontier where it bordered another Empire, had been stationed far from the capital for extended periods. This strategic cement ensured his absence from Eloise¡¯s side, leaving her vulnerable and isted. Lucian¡¯s mind buzzed with devilish thoughts, reveling in the calcted cruelty of the Emperor¡¯s actions. The way the Emperor had orchestrated Eloise¡¯s istion to indulge his own desires seemed to delight him, reflecting his own twisted enjoyment in exploiting such weaknesses. The head maid couldn¡¯t help but tease him, her fingers and tongue dancing lightly along the head of his erection, tracing slow, deliberate circles before pressing against the sensitive spot just beneath the tip. Lucian¡¯s breath hitched, his body responding instinctively as his back arched, hands tightening in her hair. A low growl escaped his lips, his eyes narrowing as he struggled to keep control. Her touch was both maddening and irresistible, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. "Does he have this kind of rtionship with Aunt Emelia too?" Lucian panted, his voice strained, his body trembling as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing c*ck, stroking him with a steady, tantalizing rhythm. Each movement drew him closer to the edge, his thoughts growing hazy with desire. Emperor Maximilian had two sisters and three brothers, but his ascent to power was forged in darkness and soaked in blood. With a devilish cunning, he wove a web of deceit, ensnaring his own brothers in schemes that led them to their demise. By the time he imed the throne, he stood alone, his path to power littered with the corpses of those who dared share his blood. Although it was a taboo topic in the empire, but as a prince, he was fully aware of the ruthless steps his father had taken to secure his thorne. "No His Majesty has no such rtionships with Princess Emelia." the old maid¡¯s cheeks turned red at the mere thought of it. But Lucian just smirked at the idea of his father with his youngest sister. He couldn¡¯t deny that he was intrigued by the prospect. "So how long have the two of them been together? Do they meet regrly?" Lucian could feel his balls tighten with anticipation as he waited for her response. "Your Highness, I don¡¯t know for certain, but I believe they were still involved as recently as a few weeks ago." "They must be so desperate to spend more time together," he added, his hands pulling her head towards his c*ck. Lucian shoved his c*ck deep into her mouth, pressing hard against the back of her throat, making her cheeks bulge and stretch obscenely. She gagged and choked, struggling for air, her eyes watering as she desperately tried to amodate his size. Mmmph...grk~! She gagged loudly as he held her in ce, relishing the sight of her struggling beneath him. After a few agonizing moments, Lucian finally pulled out, but before she could catch her breath, he rammed back into her with brutal force! "Take it all, you filthy sl*t," he growled, his voiceced with a devilish edge, as he shoved himself even deeper. Her throat convulsed around his girth, each thrust sending her into a fit of gagging and gasping, her mouth and throat burning from the relentless assault. The sounds of her choking only fueled his sadistic pleasure, driving him to push her to the limits of her endurance. "Now tell me about Father¡¯s rtionship with the Empress. Does she know? Or she is also involved?" Lucian voice was low and strained as he thrust himself deep inside the maid¡¯s throat. "Yurss... Higgnasss..." she choked out, her body trembling under the mix of pain and twisted pleasure. He pulled out, her mouth slipping off his c*ck with an audible slurping sound. Lucian looked down at her, a devilish glint in his eyes, torn between amusement and frustration as she gasped for air, her face a mess of spit and tears. "Answer me!" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with menace. His eyes burned with a predatory gleam, dark and unyielding as he tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze. The flicker of fear in her eyes only fueled his sadistic pleasure, a twisted smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he relished the power he held over her. "The E-Empress... I¡¯m not certain if she knows," she stammered, her voice shaking as she remembered the sight. "But I did see her a few weeks ago ¡ª she looked furious, almost as if she had discovered something terrible." Lucian¡¯s eyes narrowed, his mind already working through the possibilities. If the Empress was angry, she might have stumbled upon the Emperor¡¯s secrets, or perhaps she was starting to piece things together!? A wicked grin spread across his face as he thought, ¡¯So, the Empress is fuming in silence, stewing in her own suspicions. Interesting. What would push her to attend breakfast today after months of absence? Anyway I can certainly use this to my advantage. If she¡¯s already on edge, it won¡¯t take much to manipte her further and conquer her.¡¯ "My dear maid, you have indeed brought me a wealth of information. Thank you." He reached down and pulled her head up, his c*ck resting between her lips once more. "Take me my c*m as a token of my appreciation." His entire body seemed to tense, and then a spray of hot sticky liquid erupted from his c*ck, filling her mouth and drenching her face. Gulp~ Gulp~ The old maid couldn¡¯t swallow everything, and some of his c*m slipped down her throat and covered her neck and chest. Lucian stepped back, watching her with a smirk. "How did you like that, you dirty wh*re? You really are a sick b!tch." Lucian words stung, but it also made her nipples hardened and her p*ssy dripped with lust. She swallowed the remains of his c*m and licked the drops around her lips, trying to clear it from her skin. "Did that information satisfy you, My Lord? Anything else I could do to please you?" She reached up, her hands moving slowly up his muscr chest, her fingers toying with his nipples. Lucian grinned, his hands wrapping tightly around her waist and pulling her in towards him. She gasped, her breasts ttening against his chest, her body molding into his. He held her tightly, his hand caressing her behind, his nails dragging softly over her sensitive skin. After a while, Lucian gently pushed her away, and she stumbled backward, a mixture of confusion and disappointment in her eyes. "Gather some information about Aunt Eloise if there are any guards around her house. You have two days to collect the info. Otherwise, I won¡¯t show you more. Understand?" Lucian grabbed her hair and stared at her face. Lucian words hit her like a hammer. She was desperate for his touch and couldn¡¯t bear to have him ignore her like this. "Yes, I will do whatever you say, my Lord." Her face brightened at the realization that this was a test. "Good job! Your efforts will be rewarded," he smiled and turned to leave. With a wave of his hand, the lingering smell of s*x vanished from the room, and even the scent of it on his clothes disappeared. His clothes, which had been scattered on the floor, reassembled themselves and dressed him up automatically. If the head maid¡¯s mind were clear, she would surely be stunned by such supernatural feats. Instead, shey there, drenched in her own piss and c*m, a satisfied, blissful smile on her face. Chapter 11: Imperial Garden Lucian leaned in close, his breath hot against the maid¡¯s ear, and whispered with a teasing edge, "I dide here for a reason ¡ª where is the Imperial Library?" But the maid was too far gone, her body still quivering from the ecstasy he¡¯d given her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted in a soft, dazed smile. Her eyes, half-lidded and ssy, were lost in a blissful fog, unable to focus on anything but the lingering sensations coursing through her. Lucian smirked, amused by her state. "Seems I¡¯ve left you speechless," he murmured, running a finger along her flushed cheek. "Guess I¡¯ll have to find it myself," he added with a sigh, though his voice held a note of dark satisfaction. ¡¯No matter,¡¯ he mused, his thoughts already drifting to the delicious secret he¡¯d uncovered. ¡¯I¡¯ve found something far more intriguing than what I originally sought!¡¯ Leaving behind the lecherous scene, Lucian strolled casually toward the Imperial Library, a smirk ying on his lips as his mind swirled with satisfaction and wicked possibilities. "Aunt Eloise and the Emperor in a secret love affair... How scandalous. How deliciously useful," he murmured to himself, the thought sending a dark thrill through him. His mind raced with the potential leverage this secret could provide. ¡¯What would they do to keep this quiet?¡¯ he mused, a devilish grin spreading wider. ¡¯And how far could I push them before they break?¡¯ With his immediate desires temporarily quenched and his mind sharpened by the revtion, Lucian walked on, his thoughts so consumed that he barely noticed where his feet were taking him. Before he knew it, he found himself nearing the Imperial Garden unknowingly. Lucian paused, realizing where he was. "Interesting," he whispered to himself, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the familiar surroundings. ¡¯Perhaps fate has led me here for a reason.¡¯ The Imperial Garden was Emperor Maximilian¡¯s pride and joy, a lush haven hidden deep within the royal grounds. It was a vibrant sanctuary filled with rare and exotic nts, each one more beautiful than thest. A crystal-clear artificial river wound gracefully through the heart of the garden, its waters shimmering like liquid silver under the sun. The riverbanks were adorned with delicate rose bushes, their petals a deep crimson that seemed to pulse with life, and fragrant orchids that glowed with soft hues ofvender and gold. At night, the garden came alive with hundreds of candles, their warm light creating a soft, dreamlike glow that reflected off the water and made the garden feel like a scene from a fairy tale. The reflections of the candles on the river made it appear as though stars had fallen from the sky to rest upon the water. Many maids and servants tended to the garden, and as Lucian stepped inside, he noticed several of them diligently at work, trimming the bushes and raking the paths. The moment they saw him, they paused, bowing respectfully before quickly returning to their tasks, their movements careful and precise under his watchful gaze. In the center of the garden stood arge pagoda, positioned right in the middle of the river. Its size was impressive, making it a focal point of the entire garden. A stone bridge arched gracefully over the water, connecting the main path to the pagoda, inviting anyone who passed by to explore further. As Lucian approached, he reached out and let his hand glide over the rough wood of the structure. The ancient surface was adorned with detailed carvings of dragons and phoenixes, their forms etched deeply into the wood, symbols of power and life. Silk curtains hung from the entrance, swaying gently in the breeze. The soft fabric, with its gold and crimson embroidery, hinted at the hidden interior. The curtains obscured whaty inside, adding an air of mystery to the pagoda. Lucian paused, his curiosity piqued by what might be concealed behind the delicate veil. Lucian leaned against the railing, gazing down at the clear water below. The gentle ripples revealed colorful carps swimming gracefully, their scales glinting in the sunlight. The soft scent of blooming flowers and fresh tea leaves filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere. In the center of the pagoda, there was a jade table surrounded by matching chairs, perfectly ced for a quiet meeting. A tea set was arranged neatly on the table, along with other furniture, including a plush sofa that invited anyone to sit and rx. "So this is where it all happens," Lucian mused to himself, a smirk forming on his lips. The thought of Emperor Maximilian and Aunt Eloise exploring their forbidden desires in such a beautiful spot amused him. The setting was perfect for their secret rendezvous, hidden away from prying eyes ¡ª or so they thought. Lucian sat down at the jade table, his movements slow and deliberate. With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle energy radiated from his fingers, touching the water in the teapot and bringing it to a boil instantly. He watched as steam rose, filling the air with a delicate aroma. His hands worked with practiced ease as he poured the hot water over the tea leaves, each motion smooth and controlled. As he sipped the tea, his mind wandered back to the head maid¡¯s revtions. The idea of his father¡¯s affair with Aunt Eloise intrigued him, especially considering how close the Emperor kept his secrets. But Lucian knew there was always a way to uncover the truth! His eyes drifted to a small opening in the wall of the pagoda, barely noticeable unless one knew where to look. From there, the entire interior of the pagoda could be seen ¡ª ¡¯a perfect spot for someone to observe everything that happened inside.¡¯ It was only thanks to Lucian¡¯s refined ¡¯cultivation¡¯ that he could detect such a hidden ce so easily. ¡¯Perhaps that¡¯s how the head maid saw what she did,¡¯ Lucian thought, a devilish grin ying on his lips as he imagined the possibilities. The idea of using this knowledge to his advantage was already taking root in his mind. At the next moment, though, Lucian¡¯s head snapped around at the soft rustle of footsteps behind him. His eyes locked onto his older sister Isabe, who stood poised at the entrance of the pagoda! The previously tranquil atmosphere of the garden was abruptly shattered by her unexpected arrival. Isabe leaned casually against the doorway, her expression a mask of icy disdain. "Well, isn¡¯t this a delightful surprise?" she remarked with a touch of sarcasm. Chapter 12: Isabella Celestian Standing before Lucian was a breathtakingly beautiful woman in her early 20s, radiating an aura of regal elegance. She wore a luxurious royal gown, deep sapphire in color, which clung perfectly to her hourss figure, entuating every curve. The gown was embroidered with intricate silver patterns that shimmered as she moved, the fabric flowing like liquid velvet around her. Her blue hair cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall, each strand catching the sunlight and creating a striking contrast against her wlessly pale skin. Just like the Empress herself, Isabe Celestian possessed this rare and vivid hue. As the only daughter of the Empress, Isabe¡¯s appearance was both regal and mesmerizing, embodying a grace and elegance that spoke of her noble heritage. Her lips were a soft shade of pink, full and inviting, while her deep blue eyes, framed by longshes, sparkled like the ocean yet held a depth of mystery and distance that few dared to breach. Her chest was snugly fitted within the bodice of the gown, which hugged her form so tightly that it left little to the imagination, emphasizing the generous swell of her breasts. Her rear, naturally curvaceous and voluptuous, was entuated further by the gown¡¯s perfect tailoring, though it was clear that its fullness and shape owed nothing to the dress ¡ª it was all her. Atop her head sat a small, intricately designed crown, glimmering in the sunlight with delicate jewels embedded in its gold. The crown was a symbol of her status, but it was her cold demeanor that trulymanded attention. Her expression was one of icy indifference, and her eyes, though strikingly beautiful, held a hint of contempt, as if the world beneath her was hardly worth her notice. "Well, well, well, if it isn¡¯t my dear older sister," Lucian drawled, leaning back in his seat with azy confidence, his arms casually folded behind his head. His eyes roamed over her figure, lingering with a devilish gleam on the plump curves that strained against her dress, as if savoring every detail. There was a predatory hunger in his gaze, a subtle, wicked appreciation for the sight before him. Finally, his eyes met hers, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips. "You know, I was just thinking about you," he purred, his voiceced with dark amusement. "It seems fate has a twisted sense of humor, bringing us together like this." The words dripped with a mix of charm and something far more sinister, as if he was toying with her even in this moment. "Destiny, or perhaps fate bringing us together?" she retorted coolly as she walked toward a chair opposite him. With a practiced grace, she lowered herself into the seat, her gown shifting to reveal a hint of her slender legs. The movement was deliberate, subtly emphasizing her poise and the bare skin glimpsed beneath the fabric. Her gaze fell on the tea set in front of them, and she sneered disdainfully. "Do you even have a clue what proper etiquette for a royal prince is? Your manners are simply abominable." "Oh, but that¡¯s what makes me charming, don¡¯t you think?" Lucian replied smoothly, pouring a cup of tea and cing it in front of her. "Besides, I¡¯m always happy to please. You seem like you could use a little...pleasure in your life." Lucian leaned forward, his voice lowering slightly as he stared deeply into her eyes. "I know a few ways to take your mind off your worries, if you¡¯re interested." "In your dreams, little brother," she scoffed, turning her nose up at him. "Ah, so you¡¯ve thought of me in your dreams, have you? I¡¯m touched." "No, I¡¯ve thought of strangling you in your sleep, more like it." "Would that not defeat the purpose? Tell me, how can you murder me without my consent?" "Don¡¯t test me, Lucian. You know I would dly get my hands dirty if the time called for it." "So do I, which is why I¡¯ll always be one step ahead of you." "That¡¯s to be expected from a bastard. Your mother¡¯s influence no doubt made you just as despicable as she was." "As if you have any room to talk, being the so-called princess of this Empire," Lucian shot back, his voiceced with venom. "Maybe it¡¯s fitting that you know all about bastards, considering you¡¯re so well-acquainted with them." "At least I have actual royal blood running through my veins. But to think that a concubine¡¯s child has the nerve to call himself a prince, how ironic," sheughed mockingly. "A concubine¡¯s son or not, I am still a true Prince of the Celestian Empire." "Oh really? True Princes don¡¯t indulge their desires likemoners. Start acting like one, and maybe we¡¯ll talk." "Act like one, huh? And who are you to set the standard?" Lucian¡¯s voice dripped with sarcasm. "You¡¯re just another pawn in Father Emperor¡¯s game, destined for a political marriage with the son of the Sky Empire to further his ambitions." Her face twisted with anger. "What are you implying?" Lucian smirked, enjoying the crack in herposure. "Oh, you don¡¯t know? How amusing. Father Emperor was discussing with our dear elder brother about your impending marriage to Prince Aaron of the Sky Empire. It¡¯s all about strengthening the Empire¡¯s alliance with them, after all. So, tell me, my sister dear, how can a woman im to be a strong politician when she¡¯s reduced to a mere bargaining chip in such a humiliating arrangement?" He grinned like a madman as the realization dawned on her face. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she bit down, trying to restrain the turmoil within her. Her usuallyposed eyes were now aze with fury, and her face grew pale as the weight of his words sank in. "That¡¯s impossible! I refuse to believe this. You¡¯re just making things up!" "Am I?" Lucian¡¯s chuckle was soft, almost mocking. "Didn¡¯t you notice the envoys from the Sky Empire arriving recently? They weren¡¯t here just for a casual visit, sister. They were here to discuss your future." Lucian¡¯s eyes sparkled with malicious glee as he continued, "So tell me, my dear sister, who¡¯s more pathetic? The bastard son of a concubine, or the royal daughter forced to marry a man she¡¯s never even met just to satisfy a man¡¯s ego?" Her body trembled with barely-contained rage, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her pale face was flushed with a mix of humiliation and fury as she shot him a menacing re. "Keep talking, and you won¡¯t live to regret it, little brother," she hissed, her voice dangerously low, vibrating with suppressed anger. Lucian, pretending to be oblivious to the seething rage pouring off her, leaned in closer, his smile widening innocently. "Why so upset, sister dear? Is it the truth that bothers you, or just the fact that you¡¯re powerless to change it?" Seeing her behavior escte, Lucian continued with a mocking tone, savoring the way herposure was slipping. "But how can I bear to see my beloved sister reduced to a mere political pawn? To think of you as just another piece of meat to be tossed around¡­" Lucian¡¯s voice dripped with mock sympathy. "How dare you?" she cried out, leaping to her feet, her eyes zing with fury. Lucian felt a rush of dark exhration at her explosive reaction. He leaned back, sipping his tea with deliberate calm, savoring every moment of her turmoil. "What¡¯s wrong, my dear sister?" he drawled, his gaze lingering on her as if she were a tempting delicacy. "You¡¯re so proud of your precious heritage, yet you¡¯re about to be married off to a man you¡¯ve never even met." He took another leisurely sip of his tea, all the while letting his lecherous eyes rove over her curves, clearly relishing the view. Seeing Isabe about to leave the pagoda where they were seated, he called out with a feigned tone of concern. "But you see, I can offer you some¡­ assistance," he said with a perverted smirk. "Imagine how much more enjoyable your life could be if you embraced your true nature. Why settle for being a pawn when you could be a pleasure-seeking queen under my guidance?" Chapter 13: Isabella Celestian (2) As she neared the door, Isabe slowly turned back to him, her expression cold as ice, with anger radiating from every line of her body. Her blue eyes, usually soposed, now glinted with barely restrained fury as she regarded her younger brother with contempt. She scoffed disdainfully, her voiceced with venom. "You are ridiculous, Lucian. Foolish and utterly absurd." She paused, fixing him with a re sharp enough to cut through steel. "Mark my words, little brother ¡ª if this is another one of your sick, twisted jokes, I will make you regret it. I don¡¯t care what games you y, but stay out of my way." Lucian leaned back with a devilish grin, the thrill of their verbal sparring fueling his dark desires. "Oh, but what if I¡¯m right? Are you truly willing to gamble on that, my dear sister? The stakes are high, after all. You wouldn¡¯t want to be caught unaware, would you?" Isabe¡¯s frown deepened, her silence brimming with rage as she cursed his insolence inwardly. She clenched her fists, struggling to maintain herposure. "Mother would have told me if something like this were true," she retorted, though there was a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice. "Would she?" Lucian¡¯s voice dropped to a low, mocking tone, dripping with malice. "Or would she have kept it from you, to protect her precious daughter from the harsh reality? Perhaps she¡¯s simply too afraid of what you might do if you knew the truth. After all, what could be more politically damaging than a royal princess sold off like amon bargaining chip?" He let the implication hang in the air, watching the storm of emotions y across her face. Lucian relished the turmoil he had stirred within her, his thoughts darkly amused by the prospect of watching her unravel. "Face it, Isabe. In this empire, even those with royal blood are nothing more than pieces in a grander game. And you, my dear sister, are just as expendable as the rest." Isabe stood there, rooted to the spot, her fury mingling with the cold dread that crept into her heart. The idea that her own mother might keep such a truth from her gnawed at her resolve. Lucian¡¯s words, though wicked, had a chilling logic she couldn¡¯t entirely dismiss. Lucian shrugged casually, his gaze full of wicked amusement. "You¡¯ll never know unless you ask her, sister dear. The Empress is already dealing with her own fate, after all. Perhaps she knows, perhaps she doesn¡¯t ¡ª but does it really matter? Whether she¡¯s kept you in the dark or not, you¡¯re still just another pawn in this grand game of power. How very fitting for our so-called royal family." Seeing her hesitation, Lucian pressed on, his voice dripping with false concern, "You see, Isabe, knowledge is power. And if you don¡¯t have all the pieces of the puzzle, how can you hope to y the game? But don¡¯t worry, sister dear, I could always help you... for a price." Isabe¡¯s eyes narrowed dangerously, but for the first time, Lucian noticed a flicker of doubt in them. Satisfied, he simply sat back and watched as she wrestled with her thoughts, knowing full well that the seeds of distrust he had nted would soon bear fruit. "Enough," she spat, her anger bubbling to the surface once again. "Come down from your high horse, sister. You can¡¯t always have your way, just like how mother wasn¡¯t able to have hers. You might think you¡¯re strong, but sooner orter, you¡¯ll have to ept that your fate is not yours to control." "Father Emperor had already made his choice, and no one can stand in his way. It¡¯s better to embrace it rather than waste your energy trying to fight it." "You talk as if you have any say in the matter," she retorted coldly. Having calming down a bit she returned to her seat, sipping the tea Lucian had poured for her earlier. "How do you even know Royal Father is nning to marry me off?" she asked quietly. "I have my ways of gathering information. You know that, sister dear." "And what ways are those?" "Secrets, secrets," he replied, wiggling his finger at her. Seeing that arrogant grin on his face, Isabe couldn¡¯t hold back her frustration. She turned her back to him, fighting back the urge to punch him in the face. To be reduced to a political pawn, something to be thrown away once her usefulness had ended. Sigh... "But if you want, I can help you to get out of this engagement. All you have to do is let me give you a little...uh, how should I put it...personal service, so to speak." Lucian¡¯s tone dripped with lewd suggestions, and his gaze sharpened, his eyes glinting with a hint of dark passion. Turning back around, Isabe studied her brother carefully. "What do you want?" she asked, her voiceced with suspicion. "Ah, my dear sister, don¡¯t be so quick to judge." Lucian rose from his seat, his movements smooth and predatory, like a shadow creeping closer. He glided toward her with anguid grace, closing the distance between them in a few measured steps. Suddenly, he leaned forward, his face hovering just inches from hers. He breathed in deeply, savoring the intoxicating mix of her warm, sweet breath and the delicate perfume of her skin. Up close, her beauty was even more striking ¡ª her wless face framed by luxurious blue hair that cascaded like a silken waterfall over her shoulders. Her eyes, normally cold and calcting, betrayed a flicker of vulnerability beneath the simmering rage she tried so desperately to hide. Lucian¡¯s gaze lingered on her lips, full and inviting, as he inhaled the subtle orchid-like fragrance that clung to her skin. He leaned in closer still, so near that their lips were almost touching, the tension between them palpable. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and humiliation as her cheeks flushed with heat. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Everyone in the Royal Court already epted your fate, sister dear. Yet, you continue to resist, like a rabbit facing a pack of wolves. Your resistance won¡¯tst for long." "As if that would stop me," she resisted the urge to spit, turning her face away in a show of defiance. "I¡¯d rather die than be used as a tool in Father¡¯s ns." Lucian shook his head, his expression turning solemn. "Oh, dear sister, that wouldn¡¯t do. It wouldn¡¯t do at all." He paused, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn¡¯t quite identify. "How can I let such a beauty die like that, not even experiencing all the pleasures life has to offer?" he whispered, his voiceced with intrigue. Suddenly, Lucian reached out, his fingers caressing her pale cheeks. She instinctively tried to p his hand away, but he was too quick, his fingers grasping her wrist tightly. "Let me go! How dare you touch me!?" she growled, struggling to free herself. But Lucian only tightened his grip, his eyes zing with dark passion. "You should know only I can help you now. Father will announce your marriage at any moment, and you will have no choice but to follow his everymand." Her lips were trembling with anger and frustration, yet the words caught in her throat. Seeing her not resisting anymore, Lucian moved even closer, his warm breath tickling her neck. "So stop ying the heroine," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark allure. His fingers traced her neck, the touch so light it was almost a whisper against her skin. Slowly, deliberately, he let his nails graze her, sending a shiver of strange, forbidden pleasure through her. Lucian¡¯s hand moved to her face, gently brushing a strand of hair aside. His fingers lingered, caressing her cheek with a sensual, deliberate slowness. The way he touched her was both intimate and possessive, like he was savoring every inch of her skin. She could feel his breath, warm and tantalizing, as he leaned closer. Her heart raced, and though she wanted to move away, to escape the dangerous pull he had on her, her body refused to obey. Instead, it seemed to melt into his touch, a warmth spreading through her as his fingers traced down to her lips, grazing them with a lewd, lingering tenderness. Her breath hitched, a soft, involuntary moans escaping her as she felt the line between fear and desire blur. The way he touched her, the way he looked at her, it was as if he was iming her, bit by bit, and some treacherous part of her didn¡¯t want him to stop. "Just ept me, I¡¯ll show you the way." His voice was a mix of charm and intrigue, and his eyes shone with a hint of wickedness. She shuddered at the look in his eyes, at the intensity and raw desire in his gaze. This was the first time she saw this side of her brother. This side of him was foreign, unsettling, and she could feel a sliver of fear creeping into her heart. ¡¯Could it be that even Royal Father is unaware of this aspect of Lucian?¡¯ As if sensing her difort, Lucian immediately loosened his grip. Lucian slowly moved behind her, his hands gliding over her shoulders before settling on her slender, pale neck. His fingers traced her soft skin with a slow, deliberate caress, sending shivers down her spine. He could feel her tension, the way she stiffened beneath his touch, her breath hitching just slightly. Resisting the urge to push further, he kept his touch teasing, skimming just close enough to stir something within her but not enough to cross the line. She remained still, but her body tense and rigid, as if frozen in ce, yet a faint, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips, betraying the subtle effect of his touch. "You said mother is struggling with something? What are you talking about, Lucian? I know nothing about this," she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, but her soft moans betrayed her, slipping through despite her affords to remainposed. Lucian¡¯s smirk widened as he moved to take her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. The slight tremble of her lips as he lifted her chin didn¡¯t go unnoticed, and it only fueled his dark amusement. "Telling you will only spoil the fun. Don¡¯t you think? That¡¯s something delicious, I want to slowly savor." Chapter 14: Do You Want To Learn How To Kiss [R18] "How about this then. Let¡¯s y a game," Lucian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered. His voice was rich and seductive, like velvet sliding over her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. "If I¡¯m lying to you, if this is all just a cruel trick, then all you have to do is reject me. Cast me away, cast me aside ¡ª it doesn¡¯t matter. You can walk right out the door, go home, and be ¡¯safe¡¯ once again." As he spoke, Lucian let his lips brush lightly against her cheek, trailing a path of hot, lingering kisses. "Ahh..." she jolted, a soft gasp escaping her lips, and she immediately red at him, eyes burning with a mix of anger and something she couldn¡¯t quite understand. "But if I¡¯m right...then everything changes, sister dear, you¡¯re as good as mine. Do you dare to take that risk?" She red at him, trying to fight her growing arousal. "If your source is so urate, why can¡¯t you tell me everything at once instead of wasting my time?" she retorted defiantly. "Because I love seeing you squirm. Don¡¯t pretend like you don¡¯t find this at least a little exciting. The idea that you could be engaged at a moment¡¯s notice, ¡¯sold¡¯ away to some foreign prince,pletely powerless to stop it. A perfect recipe for a ssic tragedy." He slowly began to explore her body, his fingers gliding over her exposed neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever they went. "Your situation has already been hopeless, and yet, you insist on continuing down the same path. Can¡¯t you see? It¡¯s just an endless loop of pain. Can¡¯t you smell the tragedy in the air?" Moving her long hair aside, he ran his hand down her bare arm, caressing it gently. "But there¡¯s another way, a way out...you just have to let me help you." She inhaled sharply, his touch making her stomach twist in a strange and terrifyingly pleasurable way. "Think about it. Don¡¯t you want to leave your mark on the history books, as more than just an irrelevant side character?" Lucian leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, then teasingly flicked his tongue over her earlobe, drawing a soft moan from her lips. He stroked her cheek. "To rise above the others and seize true power? Isn¡¯t that what we all crave?" His eyes locked with hers, their dark depths drawing her in. "Our bloodline is rotten to the core, stained with corruption and greed, all for the sake of holding on to an empty throne. It¡¯s the perfect backdrop, no?" "Tell me what you have in your stupid mind. What are y....ou-?" Her voice faltered as Lucian closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a deep, unexpected kiss. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced ¡ª soft, warm, and strangelyforting. It wasn¡¯t the fierce, demanding kiss she had feared, but something gentler, almost tender. Mmmph~ mmmmaaaah~ It felt like the kind of kiss two lovers might share in a stolen moment of peace, sweet and intoxicating, with a subtle hint of danger lurking just beneath the surface. Her mind raced, filled with a chaotic mix of thoughts and emotions. She had imagined countless scenarios, prepared herself for every possible oue, but nothing could have readied her for this. The kiss was so simple, so normal, yet it held a power over her that she couldn¡¯t understand. As their lips parted, she felt a strange sense of loss, as if something vital had been taken from her. The warmth of his lips lingered, leaving her breathless and confused, every word of protest she had known suddenly forgotten. Her rational mind was screaming at her to yell, ¡ª why did you kiss me? How dare you, you scoundrel? Why are you toying with me? How dare you?? Yet a voice at the back of her mind whispered to her: it was so good. No, it was wrong. It was forbidden between brother and sister. It was totally inappropriate... but why do I find it arousing? It must¡¯ve been the tea, she told herself. Yes, it must be the tea. It must have caused her mind to be overwhelmed, and it was causing her to feel these confusing, conflicting emotions. He must have mixed some herbs in there that were messing with her. Yes, that must be it, nothing more... As if on cue, his fingers wandered to the cor of her dress. He paused for a brief moment, as if waiting for her to object, and when he heard nothing, he continued. The silk fabric of her gown glided easily, without removing he only glided his nails along the smooth skin beneath. Her heart beating faster, her mouth growing drier by the second. His hands caressed her skin gently that was covered by her dress, sending sparks of heat wherever he touched. His touch was intoxicating, drawing her in like a ma. Their eyes met, his gaze burning with raw desire, and she felt her legs grow weak beneath him. It was wrong, wrong, wrong a thousand times over, but because it was the first time another man touched her, she found herself experiencing feelings she had never known before. The thought of him stopping, of him breaking this connection, left her feeling empty. A feeling, a hunger, unlike anything she had ever known before. The very thought of a forbidden act was frightening, the notion that the two of them would do something taboo made her tremble. Forbidden fruit is sweetest, indeed. Unable to hold back any longer, she suddenly broke the spell that was holding her captive, crashing her lips into his with a passionate ferocity. As Lucian¡¯s lips met hers, the kiss began tentatively, her inexperience evident in the way her lips awkwardly sought to mimic his movements. It was her first time kissing, and the unfamiliar sensation made her heart race, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of excitement and nerves. The kiss was sloppy at first, her lips unsure, but Lucian guided her with practiced ease, his movements slow and deliberate, coaxing her to follow his lead. Sluuuurppp~ smoooooochhh~ Mmmwaaaaaaah~ The wet, intimate sounds of their lips pressing and sliding together filled the air, each smooch sending waves of warmth coursing through her. When their tongues identally touched, the unexpected contact sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her body tremble involuntarily. The sensation was electrifying, and though the kiss was far from perfect, Lucian¡¯s guidance made it feel deeply intimate, their lips moving together in a dance that left her breathless, craving more despite the awkwardness. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally separated. The air around them felt heavy,den with tension. Their eyes were locked onto each other, and she could see her own hunger and lust reflected in his gaze. "Dear me, how could you act such a way, sister?" Isabe averted her eyes in embarrassment, she opened her mouth wanting to apologize, but no words came out. Lucian¡¯s fingers traced along her neck before stopping at her chest, his movements slow and deliberate. He could feel her heart fluttering rapidly beneath her skin. "Does your chest feel that heavy?" he teased with a smirk. Her face flushed bright pink. Lucian caressed her nipples that were growing firmer each passing second through her thin dress. "It seems your whole body¡¯s eager, dear sister. It is simply screaming and writhing to be touched," he continued as he gently squeezed them, enjoying the texture of the soft flesh. "Well, since I¡¯m the one to me, I guess I¡¯ll have to make amends. Don¡¯t you think so?" He pinch and kneaded her breast as if sculpting a piece of dough, her expression was so beautiful in the throes of pleasure. It was at this moment that an incredible and dangerous idea arose in the hearts of the two people. Ahh~ Ummmmm~ Mhhmmmnn~ Her arms and legs had already grown numb. Every nerve in her body was screaming for release. Lucian pulled her close, their faces mere inches apart as his breath tickled her cheeks. "Even though your mind resists, your body doesn¡¯t lie. Tell me what do you want, dearest sister. How may I serve you best?" His voice was filled with seduction and danger, and for the briefest moment, a thousand images and scenarios shed through her mind, but it was far toote for any excuses, her arousal was impossible to deny. "Lucian, nn-please... Stop... it¡¯s wrong..." she pleaded. "You kissed me without my permission. Don¡¯t you think you need a little punishment, my dear sister!?" He cupped and caressed herrge breasts through the sheer fabric, massaging them roughly. "Luian..ah, Nnn, NOO, uummmm!" Her voice became soft, full of lust. "B-ut it¡¯s y...ou wmmmmho kissed me first! HHMMMM..." "So what? Now am I the bad guy here?" The smile on his face was dangerouslyscivious, as if an insatiable beast had broken free. "If you need my help to break off the marriage, you need to give me something. Something far more valuable than a measly ¡¯thank you¡¯ or yourmon, boring virtue." "I...A..mhn...!!" "But I must say sister dear, your kissing skills could use a bit of work, hahaha" he said teasingly. "Lu...nnuunnn- Aaaaah..!" "See, do you want me to teach you? We¡¯ll have some real fun! Hee hee, so how would you like your kiss, Sister dear?" he asked as his hand trailed to her nipples, twisting and tugging them harder as if he was ying with a child¡¯s toy. Ahhhhhh~ He suddenly ducked down and bit at the erect nipple in his fingers through theyers of cloth. Mmmm~ MmmmNNNN!~ Isabe arched her back, the surge of ecstasy as exquisite as it was unexpected. It was nothing like she¡¯d ever imagined. "Tell me do you want to learn how to kiss? Well, who would be a better choice than your dear brother? A real man, in front of you and waiting to be pleased?" "A-alright! Please!" Her eyes were watering from the unfamiliar sensations, but the desire, the lust burning within was undeniable. With a soft and quick nibble on her pink-lips, their lips touched again and slowly moved in perfect synch. Chapter 15: Proper Way To Kiss [R18] As a Princess of the Empire, Isabe had always been treated with the utmost respect. Men bowed before her, spoke to her with reverence, and dared not overstep their bounds. Though she was aware that some harbored lustful intentions, none would ever be so bold as to act on them. Her status alone was enough to keep them in line, ensuring that her honor remained untarnished. Yet, here she was, in this secluded pagoda, with her own brother doing what no one else would have dared. At first, Isabe only felt something soft and sweet brush against her cheek. The gentle caress was so fleeting that she barely registered it before it was gone. But as soon as she realized what had happened, a rush of indignation and confusion surged through her. "Eager, aren¡¯t we?" Lucian¡¯s voice dripped with teasing mockery, his devilish grin widening as he relished her stunned expression. Before she could muster a response, Lucian¡¯s lips descended upon hers, capturing them in a slow, deliberate kiss. He didn¡¯t hesitate, his mouth iming hers with a dominance that left no room for protest. He sucked gently at her soft lips, drawing them into his mouth, devouring her with a hunger that made her knees weaken. Slurp~ Slurp~ Mmmmnnnnn~ The wet, smacking sounds of their lips meeting and sucking echoed around them, each one louder and more intimate than thest. Isabe could feel the heat rising in her abdomen, spreading through her body like wildfire. The sensation was foreign, terrifying, yet undeniably thrilling! When Lucian¡¯s tongue slipped between her parted lips and darted into her mouth, the shock of it made her instinctively recoil. But his tongue was persistent, gently massaging hers, coaxing a response from her that she didn¡¯t know she was capable of. At first, she resisted, her lips reluctant to part, even a hint of disgust flickering in her mind. But the moment his tongue brushed against hers, something inside her snapped. The revulsion melted away, reced by a strange, overpowering desire. Her body grew limp in his arms, her resistance crumbling to dust as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. Lucian¡¯s kiss was both lewd and masterful, a dark seduction that blurred the line between pleasure and sin. He guided her inexperienced movements, his tongue exploring her mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left her breathless and wanting. Slurp~ Slck~ Slrp~ Glmp~ Their tongues entwined, the slick, intimate connection sending waves of pleasure through her that she had never imagined possible. Their saliva mingled as their tongues intertwined, creating a hot and sticky mess that made her chest feel tight. It was not at all gentle or sweet, but rough and demanding, as if she was being imed. The kiss was different from what she expected. She had read of tales of legendary kisses, of kisses that shook the world and created souls, but this kiss was not like those. She could feel the heat building between them, her body responding to his every touch despite the voice in her mind that screamed for her to stop. But it was toote. The way he kissed her, with such dark intensity and unbridled passion, made her forget every reason she had to resist. She wanted more, needed more, and the very thought both frightened and thrilled her in equal measure. The moans that escaped her lips were involuntary, a betrayal of her growing desire that only seemed to spur Lucian on. His kiss deepened, became more insistent, his lips and tongue moving with a predatory hunger that left her trembling in his arms. Mmmph~ mmmnnph~ The sound of their muffled moans mingled with the smacking of their lips, creating a symphony of lust that filled the empty pagoda, echoing around them as if the very walls wereplicit in their forbidden act. Lucian¡¯s hands roamed her body, sliding down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His touch was possessive, iming her in a way that no one else ever had. Isabe¡¯s mind spun, lost in the whirlwind of sensations that overwhelmed her, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. She knew this was wrong, knew that she should stop it, but the pleasure coursing through her was too intense, too addictive to deny. As their kiss continued, she felt herself sinking deeper into the abyss of desire that Lucian had awakened within her. It was a dark, dangerous ce, but in that moment, with his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body, she didn¡¯t care. All she wanted was to stay in that feeling, to let it consume her, and for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to fully embrace the dark allure of her brother¡¯s devilish nature. But with a ¡¯puh¡¯ sound, Lucian pulled back his lips, a thick bridge of saliva connecting them for a few moments before it finally snapped. Hah~ hah~ Panting hard, Isabe leaned back against the pillows of the chair. Her breath was ragged, her eyes half-lidded, and her face flushed a deep shade of red. Along with her blue hair, it felt like Lucian was staring at a rose blooming under the moonlight, her face the perfect picture of a goddess. "Tell me, Isabe...have you ever felt this feeling before? Has anyone ever made you feel this good?" Her cheeks burned at his question. She didn¡¯t know how to answer, but she felt like Lucian had unlocked something inside her, something that had always been buried deep down. As Lucian leaned in, Isabe instinctively closed her eyes, bracing herself for the intense sensation she knew would follow. Her heart raced in anticipation, her breath hitching slightly. But the expected kiss never came! Confused, she opened her eyes, only to find him staring at her with a wickedly amused expression, a sly smile ying on his lips. "If you want more," he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive purr, e and sit here." He tapped his thighs, his gaze challenging her. Isabe¡¯s cheeks flushed a deep crimson at the implication. The audacity of his request sent a thrill of something strange and forbidden through her. Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within her ¡ª confusion, embarrassment, and a nagging sense of impropriety ¡ª she found herself unable to resist hismanding tone. Hesitating only for a moment, she slowly moved closer, her heart pounding in her chest. As she carefully lowered herself onto hisp, she felt the firmness of his thighs beneath her, ¡ª strong and unyielding. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, ¡ª both intimidating and oddlyforting. Her breath hitched as she settled onto hisp, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his body against hers. The sheer masculinity of him was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the careful distance she had always maintained from men. And yet, here she was, obeying his everymand, her body responding to his in ways she didn¡¯t fully understand. Her blush deepened as she realized just how intimate their position was, her every nerve on edge. The heat of his body seeped into hers, the firmness of hisp pressing into her in a way that made her acutely aware of just how close they were. She bit her lip, struggling to maintain herposure, but her heart raced with anticipation. Every part of her was screaming at her to pull away, to regain control of the situation, but she remained frozen in ce, her body betraying her once again. Lucian¡¯s hands moved to her voluptuous hips, holding her firmly in ce as his dark, prating gaze locked onto hers. She could feel his strength, his dominance, and it sent a shiver down her spine. For the first time, she felt truly vulnerable, her usual confidence stripped away by his mere presence. Suddenly, Lucian¡¯s lips crashed down onto hers with a ferocity that left Isabe breathless. The intensity of his kiss was overwhelming, consuming her in a way she had never imagined possible. His mouth moved against hers with a raw, primal hunger, and she could do nothing but surrender to the onught. His tongue swept across her lips, teasingly tracing the outline of her lower lip before plunging inside, exploring her mouth with a possessive fervor. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of heat and sin that made her head spin. She could feel his dominance in every movement, his control over herplete as he devoured her with a lewd, unrestrained passion. Isabe found herself gasping for air, the intensity of his kiss making her dizzy with desire. Her body trembled in his grip, her mind a haze of confusion and need. Every nerve in her body was alight with sensation, the heat between her legs growing unbearable as his tongue continued to ravage her mouth. But just as suddenly as he had begun, Lucian pulled back, leaving her panting and disoriented. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and filled with wicked amusement as he watched her struggle to catch her breath. The corner of his mouth curled into a devilish grin, his gaze never leaving hers. "Now, it¡¯s your turn, Isabe," he whispered, his voice dripping with sinful promise. Themand in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, she felt a thrill of anticipation at the challenge he hadid before her. Her body, still reeling from the intensity of his kiss, betrayed her once more as she felt a rush of heat pooling deep within her, craving more of the forbidden pleasure he offered. Chapter 16: How Can I Do That!? Im Your Sister! [R18] "Here, show me how you make a kiss feel amazing," Lucian whispered, his voiceced with dark amusement. His eyes twinkled with mischief, daring her to match his intensity. "But I-" Isabe began, her voice faltering under his expectant gaze. "Just do as I did, Isabe," he interrupted smoothly, his tone bothmanding and coaxing, "pretend you¡¯re sucking on an ice cream." Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation, but she nodded hesitantly. "Ok..." With trembling hands, she leaned in, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he could hear it. The proximity of his body, so close andmanding, made her nerves flutter uncontrobly. She pressed her lips against his, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her. His lips were soft, yet firm, and she could taste the sweet, intoxicating smoothness of him. It was overwhelming, a heady mix of desire and uncertainty. Her breath hitched as she let her tongue flick out, lightly stroking his lips, feeling the warmth and the forbidden thrill of what she was doing. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of herself, but the dark, encouraging look in Lucian¡¯s eyes urged her on. Teasingly, she probed the seam of his mouth, not expecting him to respond so willingly. But to her surprise, his lips parted, inviting her in without resistance. As her tongue slid inside, exploring the depths of his mouth, she was met with a warmth that made her skin tingle. His mouth was a tantalizing mix of silk and spice, rich and decadent, like something she should be ashamed of craving but couldn¡¯t resist. The taste of him was addictive, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Isabe¡¯s initial hesitation melted away as she became more confident, her tongue exploring his mouth with increasing boldness. She could feel his breath mingle with hers, hot and heavy, and it only fueled her desire further. The sensations were overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and fear that made her body tremble with need. Her pink tongue slid over his, their saliva mingling as she found herself drowning in the intoxicating taste of him. Slurp~ Slurp~ The feeling of his tongue against hers was overwhelming, and she found herself instinctively seeking out more, their tongues intertwining as their bodies pressed even closer together. As she kissed him with a fervor she didn¡¯t know she was capable of, Isabe could feel something stirring within her. A strange, dark yearning, a hunger that she had never felt before. She wanted more, needed more, and despite herself, she found herself greedily deepening the kiss, the taste of him flooding her senses until there was nothing left but the raw, primal need that pulsed through her. Lucian hands tightened around her hips, his body responding to hers, their tongues dancing together in a tangled mess of heat and passion. His hands slid up her sides, teasing the sensitive skin of her breasts, and a low, sensual groan rumble in his chest. She could feel the heat building between them, so she reached up and clutched his hair tightly, pulling him deeper into the kiss, desperate for more. His hands slipped down to the curve of her slim waist, his fingers grazing her stomach, setting her nerves on fire with every touch. She arched her back, her body arching into his hands as her hips ground into his, and the tension between them grew so taut it was almost unbearable. Just as her body began to ache for more, he slowly pulled back, leaving her breathless and trembling, her mouth swollen and slick with their mingled saliva. His eyes, dark red and hooded, watched her with a raw intensity, and she felt a surge of something strange and forbidden wash over her. "Do you think you¡¯re ready for more, my dear sister?" As the words slipped from his lips, she could feel her resolve begin to crumble, her body yearning for something she couldn¡¯t quite put into words. Before she could answer, he leaned in and captured her lips once again, his mouth moving against hers in a way that made her stomach tighten with desire. As his tongue plundered her mouth with a fierce, animalistic hunger, his hands began to move, sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm, rounded curves in a way that left her gasping into his mouth. She could feel her breathing bing erratic, her body trembling under his touch as he continued to plunder her mouth with a primal, animalistic need. Lucian hands slowly entered her gown, sliding upwards until they reached her bare breasts. At the sensation of his fingers rubbing her nipples, Isabe broke the kiss, gasping for air as her body continued to respond to his touch. "W-wait... Br.. oghhh... brother! Don¡¯t..... not there..." She tried to speak, but the feeling of his hands caressing her nipples, his fingers rolling them between his fingertips, made her lose any sense of reason or decorum. A constant ache began to grow deep within her as his nails scraped against her soft flesh, sending waves of heat through her. As he continued to tease her nipples, his tongue flicked out to lick the soft skin of her neck, his lips brushing against her ear, leaving her gasping and moaning in response. "H-how dare you defile me this way! I am not some wh*re you can toy with!" She managed to spit out, but despite her anger, she could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers as her juices began to trickle down her thighs. But instead of stopping, he just grinned and slid his hand down to her lower region, and began to touch her slit through her gown. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn¡¯t help but gasp as his fingers explored her with a skill that left her quaking in his arms. "You don¡¯t sound like you¡¯re in much of a position to talk," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "even those wh*re does not show such expression and sensitivity as you." Isabe felt a hot flush of shame wash over her, but she couldn¡¯t stop the moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. As Lucian¡¯s fingers pressed deeper into her, she felt her body arching back, her hips grinding against his in a rhythmic motion. She couldn¡¯t resist him anymore, and she felt herself give in to the overwhelming sensation of his touch. She moaned as his fingers slowly slid inside her gown, touching her wet slit, his fingers curling around her sensitive nub in a way that sent sparks of electricity through her body. "Wa-wait.... Some.... something strange seems toe out from there," she whispered breathlessly. Squelch~ Squelch~ He didn¡¯t seem to listen, his fingers continuing to slide in and out of her in a slow, relentless rhythm, his thumb brushing against her swollen clit with every thrust. Sounds of their lovemaking echoed around them, a symphony of lust, sweat, and desire. She could feel herself growing close, her body tightening as his fingers pumped in and out of her, every movement filling her with a sense of want, of need, that she had never felt before. In a final burst of pleasure, her body convulsed, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her head was spinning, her body trembling with the sheer force of her release. Ahhhhhhhh~ With a loud scream, she copsed in his arms, utterly spent and unable to move. Panting hard, she finally came to her senses, slowly slipping from her brother¡¯sp, andnding on the floor. Her heart was racing, her body shaking and twitching as she struggled to catch her breath. "How does it feel toe from your brother¡¯s fingering, dear sister?" Lucian¡¯s husky voice whispered in her ear, his lips pressing against her neck, his tongue tracing the curve of her jaw. She didn¡¯t reply, her head still swimming in a haze of pleasure, unable to speak or even think. "Now you should please me too," he said bringing his bulging to her face, "suck my c*ck! Put it in your mouth!" "N-no! How can I do that?! I¡¯m your sister!" "Forbidden rtions," Lucian chuckled, "is an exciting spice in life. Come on, it won¡¯t hurt you! It will be our special moment, our little secret!" "And don¡¯t you need my help to break off your marriage? Besides your wet cave down there seems to want it a lot more than you¡¯re letting on." "..." Looking at her face flushed with embarrassment, Lucian sneered. "There¡¯s no need to be shy, my dear sister, your body tells me how badly you crave it." "How can you say such vulgar words to your sister!?" Isabe hissed, her anger rising to the surface. Lucian simply leaned in, his eyes glittering with amusement. "My dear sister," he said, his voice a seductive purr, "you were just grinding your body onto me in the mostscivious way. Do you really think you can feign innocence now?" "I-I did not mean-" "Of course, you do. You want it just as badly as I do." As he spoke, his fingers gently cupped her chin, tilting her face up until their eyes met. Her stunning face flushed with shame, though there was an unmistakable flicker of something deeper ¡ª an unbidden desire that she couldn¡¯t fully suppress. "Don¡¯t look at me like I¡¯m the one to me," Lucian sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. A wicked grin curled his lips, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement. "You know, nothinges for free in this world. If you want my help, you¡¯ll have to offer something in return. And you know exactly what I want, don¡¯t you?" Chapter 17: Open Your Mouth [R18] Lucian¡¯s words slithered into her soul, sending a shiver down her spine. A twisted blend of fear and anticipation gripped her, making her tremble as the weight of his demand settled deep within her. "Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll teach you everything you need to know, starting with how to wrap your pretty lips around my c*ck," Lucian purred, his voice filled with wicked delight. "But why me?!" She replied with a hint of lust. "Why not you? You¡¯re a grown woman, and you clearly have a passionate side hidden beneath that prim and proper facade. Trust me, I¡¯ll make sure to bring it out of you, one way or another." Lucian¡¯s fingers brushed a stray lock of blue hair away from her face, his touch lingering just long enough to send a shiver through her. His fingers traced the curve of her cheek, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Isabe¡¯s chest tightened, a storm of fear and excitement swirling within her. She could feel her pulse quicken, each beat a stark reminder of the dangerous allure standing before her. "Be mine, and I¡¯ll grant you everything your heart desires," he murmured, his voice a velvet whisperced with dark, unspoken promises. Her mouth went dry, and her heart pounded so fiercely she could barely hear her own thoughts. "And if I refuse?" Lucian¡¯s smile turned wicked, an almost predatory gleam in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a chilling, intimate whisper. "Don¡¯t delude yourself, my dear sister. You can¡¯t resist me. I¡¯m the very temptation you¡¯ve longed to deny, but you can¡¯t escape it. Deep down, you crave something more ¡ª a desire only I can offer." Her cheeks burned with shame, his words slicing through her pride like a sharpened de. Yet even as his voice filled her with dread, her body betrayed her, a slow, intoxicating warmth spreading through her as the scent of his masculinity enveloped her senses. His words struck a chord deep within her, awakening a forbidden desire that clung to her soul like a shadow. The thrill of surrender, of a forbidden embrace, tugged at her, drawing her in like a siren¡¯s call that she was powerless to resist. Slowly, reluctantly, her hand drifted down to the hem of his trousers, the fear and arousal swirling in her head threatening to overwhelm her. With shaking hands, she reached up and undid his buckle, slowly loosening his belt and opening his zipper. As his trousers fell away, her eyes widened, her breath catching in her chest as she took in the sight of him, his hardened length jutting out before her. A wave of emotions rushed through her, her mind torn between fear and desire, the scent of his blood-red c*ck thick in the air. She hesitated for a moment, staring nkly as Lucian smirked, knowing full well that she would not be able to resist him for much longer. His throbbing d*ck loomed over Isabe. It looked sorge, so hard, and she was suddenly consumed with a hunger she could not understand. Slowly, her hands trembling, she reached up and cupped the base of his erection, a thrill running through her as she felt its heat against her palm. The smell of his masculinity flooded her nostrils, and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. Her fingers wrapped around him, and she slowly slid her palm up and down his length, exploring the velvety texture of his skin. "Open your mouth," he said, "use your tongue and wrap that little tongue around my c*ck like a good little sister." She whimpered, her cheeks flushing as she nced up at him, his dark gaze meeting hers. Still holding his shaft in her hand, she leaned forward, her lips parted slightly, her tongue slipped out, and she gave his tip of his c*ck a small flick with it. To her surprise, it tasted good, a strange mix of sweetness and musky masculinity that made her feel warm and tingly deep inside. Her eyes flicked up to his, her face reddening further as she realized he was watching her, his gaze dark and predatory. Without hesitation, her tongue darted out, and she ran it up and down his shaft, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of his skin against hers. Prec*m was starting to bead at the tip of his c*ck, and she licked it up, reveling in the salty taste of it on her tongue. She had never dreamed she would be doing such a lewd act, but the feeling of his c*ck between her fingers made her feel strangely excited, and she found herself quickly falling under his spell. Her tonguepped at the base of his c*ck, her fingers gripping his shaft and squeezing gently as she worked her way towards the tip, moistening his c*ck as she went. She was getting more confident now, her tongue swirling over his thick mushroom head, teasing the sensitive skin and coaxing out even more prec*m. Her nipples began to harden, the sensations of his c*ck filling her with a strange, delicious heat. With a gasp, her mouth closed around his thick c*ck, her tongue running over its head as she slowly sucked, her hands sliding up and down his shaft, making his shaft more slicken with spit. "Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s about time you take the whole thing in?" Lucian growled, his voice raspy with lust, "suck it, my dear sister, wrap those lips around my d*ck, and make mee with your filthy mouth!" She did not resist, her body quivering with a desperate, aching need. Her mouth slowly opened, and she enveloped more of his c*ck, savoring the salty taste of him against her tongue. She gasped, his shaft filling her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, ¡¯it¡¯s too big!¡¯ she thought as the tip pushed into her throat. She fought back the urge to gag, taking inch after inch, her mouth stretched to amodate him, her throat constricting around his length. Only half of this length entered her mouth when she couldn¡¯t take it any longer, pulling back, gasping for air. She sat back, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling, her mouth coated with his prec*m. "Please...no more, I can¡¯t..." "Yes, you can, and you will." She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her hair matted with sweat, "no, I can¡¯t! It¡¯s just too big!" "Shhhh, just rx, my dear," he soothed, his voice calm andmanding. "Open wide, and let me guide it. Trust me, I promise you¡¯ll feel like an expert by the time we¡¯re done." Isabe hesitated, looking unsure, but she could feel her body betraying her, the heat and need still thrumming through her, making her mind and body pliable under his gaze. She couldn¡¯t hold out, she realized, and with a final, trembling breath, she nodded, her lips parting once more, his c*ck sliding into her mouth, deeper this time, making her feel full to the brim. It was a strange sensation, her mouth stretched to capacity, her throat working as she swallowed him, trying hard not to gag. As he moved in and out of her, she could taste every bit of him, the warmth of his skin, the prec*m, the musky scent of his masculinity filling her nostrils. With an effort, she managed to swallow, her lips pursed around him, her body quivering, aching with need. He didn¡¯t stop, his pace increasing, his fingers winding through her hair, tugging her head back and forth, her mouth wrapped around him in the most delicious, intimate way. "Use your tongue like you did when we kissed," he groaned. Isabe struggled to breathe, but she obeyed nheless, her tongue tracing over every vein and ridge, his prec*m slick against her tastebuds, making her taste buds tingle with pleasure. "Such a naughty sister I have, getting all turned on and dripping wet from sucking your brother¡¯s c*ck." "Just suck, my dear sister. Use your hands to caress my balls as well, and my c*ck will shoot out your rewards." She obliged, reaching down, her fingers encircling his balls, lightly and carefully caressing them like some precious treasure as he pumped in and out of her mouth. "Good," he growled, his voice ragged, his c*ck swelling inside her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag, her eyes watering. Gluurgh~ Grrkk~ Glrk~ He held her firmly, pushing deeper, his fingers tugging at her hair, forcing her to take him all in, her nose buried against his abdomen, her lips stretching thin. Lucian¡¯s hand reached down to massage her breasts, rubbing her nipples in circles, causing her to moan around his shaft, the vibrations sending tremors through her body. Gawk~ Gawk~ Slowly, he started to thrust faster, pushing deeper into her mouth, his fingers rolling her nipples between his fingers. Mmmph~ hrmmph~ uummph~ She couldn¡¯t help but let out muffled moans, her body responding instinctively to his touch, his fat c*ck pumping in and out of her. "Swallow all my milk, dear sister," he whispered hoarsely. Lucian¡¯s fingers clenched tightly on the sides of her face, his shaft pushing past her lips. She could feel her lips bulge out, the tip of his c*ck hitting her soft pte, his balls pping against her chin. inggggg... " Spurt~ Splurt~ Before she could react, he pumped his hips roughly, and she was suddenly hit by a stream of hot, sticky c*m, flowing into her mouth, filling her throat and trickling down her chin. As his shaft slowly withdrew from Isabe¡¯s mouth, a long, white string of fluid dangled from her lower lip, shimmering in the sunlight as she gasped for breath. She looked up, her lips coated in his hot seeds, her body quaking with a strange, primal heat, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. Gulp~ Gulp~ Glug~ The scent of his release flooded her nostrils, the sweetness of it making her head spin, her throat convulsing as she swallowed thest remnants of it down. Chapter 18: A Lovely Little Flower [R18] Lucian stood before her, his c*ck glistening with her saliva, a satisfied smirk ying across his demonically handsome features. She shivered, her body quaking with a strange, primal heat, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. Lucian¡¯s fingers stroked her cheek tenderly, his gaze dark with lust. "That was a beautiful disy, my dear sister," he purred, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Now it¡¯s my turn to taste you." Isabe felt her cheeks heat up the moment Lucian¡¯s voice reached her ears, his tone rich with an unspoken meaning. She tried to steady her breath, but it hitched slightly, betraying her. The warmth in her face grew, spreading like wildfire from her cheeks down to her neck. Without further warning, Lucian scooped her up, cradling her against his chest with a surprising tenderness that made Isabe¡¯s breath hitch. He carried her effortlessly to the nearby sofa, every step deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. The softness in his gaze contrasted sharply with the hunger simmering beneath the surface, a mix of affection and desire that sent shivers down her spine. As heid her down, he was gentle, his touch almost reverent. His fingers grazed over her bare flesh, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Her gown, already clinging to her from the heat of the moment, was damp with anticipation, the fabric sticking to her skin as if it, too, longed for his touch. Her thighs quivered with need, a soft gasp escaping her lips, half surprise, half desire, as she felt the cool air brush against her damp skin. Lucian knelt before her, his movements slow and deliberate, his blood-red eyes dark with lust yet filled with a tenderness that made her heart race. Shey on the sofa in a provocative ¡¯M¡¯ position, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, fully exposing herself to Lucian. Her body was angled towards him, the fabric of her gown slipping to reveal the curves of her voluptuous hips and inner thighs. The delicate material of her dress clung to her flushed skin, outlining her most intimate areas and enhancing the tantalizing disy. Her open posture and the soft, inviting way shey made her vulnerability and desire unmistakably clear. His fingers traced the contours of her beautiful jade-like legs, lingering at the hem of her gown before sliding it higher, revealing more of her trembling body. His gaze locked with hers, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, tempered by an unexpected affection that made her pulse quicken. "Your p*ssy is already dripping wet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "I bet you¡¯ve been thinking about this ever since our kiss." Hearing his words, a shy, embarrassed expression crossed her face. His hands slid up her thighs, his fingers dancing over her clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Ummph~ She whimpered softly, arching her back, her body pressing against his touch, begging for more. Lucian chuckled, his fingers stroking her swollen clit, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. "You like that, don¡¯t you?" He murmured, his voice dripping with wicked delight. "You want more, don¡¯t you?" His words made her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment, yet the heat of her arousal burned fiercely beneath. Despite the blush, a fierce wave of lust surged within her, impossible to deny. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips bucking as he teased her, his tongue slowly swirling over her fleshy thighs, sending waves of ecstasy washing over her. His tongue trailed over her heated skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he explored her body, his fingers slowly slipping inside her tight hole. Mnnnhh~ She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he prated her, his finger pumping in and out of her, his tongue swirling over her engorged clit. Squelch~ Squelch~ Lucian watched in awe, his c*ck growing harder with each passing moment, her sweet moans filling his ears. He pressed his tongue against her clit, flicking it rapidly, her juices flowing freely, coating his fingers and lips. Isabe bucked her hips, her breathing in short gasps as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm, her body quivering beneath his touch. Ahh~ ahhhhhh~ nhmmm~ Suddenly, she cried out, her p*ssy convulsing around his fingers, her juices flowing freely, covering his face and lips in a warm, sticky mess. Lucian sat back, his eyes zing with lust, his c*ck straining against his trousers as he gazed down at her, her body quivering with aftershocks, her eyes zed with pleasure. Licking his fingers off her juices, Lucian leaned down, his lips brushing against lips, tasting her sweet vor. "You¡¯re delicious, my dear sister," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Let me show you what else I can do with that talented tongue of mine." "Lucian, please...don¡¯t tease me like this..." Isabe whimpered, her eyes clouded with lust, her body quivering beneath his touch. There were moments when Isabe could control her reactions, but this was not one of them. It wasn¡¯t just the embarrassment; there was a strange thrill mixed in, something that made her heart race and her breath catch. He chuckled softly, his fingers dancing over her sensitive nub, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. As she parted more of her legs for him, Lucian was entranced. Without a word, her body spoke to him, an unspoken, instinctive invitation that drew him in with undeniable allure. The silent wee was all he needed, igniting a deep, irresistible desire. Her p*ssy was wet with anticipation, her juices glistening in the sunlight. "What a lovely little flower you have here," he murmured, his tongue slowly swirling over her fleshy inner thighs. She whimpered softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he explored her body, his tongue slowly moving closer to her center. Lucian paused for a moment, his gaze dark with lust as he took in the sight of her, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. Her c*nt, glistening with longing, revealed a soft pink opening that was both inviting and delicate. The edges of the slit were slightly parted, hinting at the warmth within. The surrounding baster skin contrasted sharply with the subtle blush of arousal, enhancing the allure. A sweet, enticing scent drifted from her, with the fine blue hairs at the edges adding a touch of innocence to the overall sensuality. "Isabe, you are absolutely exquisite." She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed as she absorbed hispliments and the intensity of his gaze. The blend of shyness and longing was evident as her breathing in soft, quick gasps. Lucian was eager to taste her. His mouth hovered over her, her soft, pink folds glistening in the sunlight, his tongue poised to give her a true taste of forbidden pleasure. He had waited so long for this moment, his c*ck already throbbing against his trousers, aching for more releases. Her breathing grew louder, her body writhing beneath his touch, his tongue darting out, teasing her, his nose inhaling her sweet, musky aroma. Chapter 19: Please... Make Me Yours [R18] Lucian buried his head between her slender legs, his tongue and teeth caressing every inch of her inner folds and clit. The feeling of his hot breath against her sensitive flesh drove her crazy. He knew she had never had this done to her before, and he nned on taking his time, drawing out her pleasure as long as he could before giving into his own needs. His lips gently tugged on herbia, sending tingling sensations through her whole body. She ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to lick and suck her throbbing c*nt. Lick~ Flick~ As his pace quickened, Isabe could feel a tightening in her stomach. She moaned and trembled. She was going to orgasm. Isabe cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, her hips bucking against him as she rode his tongue, her body quivering with need. The more she tried to suppress it, the more obvious it became, until she felt like she was burning from the inside out. Moans of pleasure, gasps, and whimpers filled the air. When his tongue darted into her tight hole, Isabe gasped. She had never experienced such a sensation before. The tightening in her belly suddenly released, and a wave of intense pleasure shot through her whole body. "Ahh~ ahahh..." Her p*ssy pulsed around his tongue and mouth, sending warm juices gushing forth, spilling over Lucian¡¯s chin. Lucian felt her juice flooding his mouth, and hepped up everyst drop, her body shivering with pleasure. Gulp~ Gulp~ He sucked her juices into his mouth, his tongue flicking over her swollen nub, her cries echoing through the room. Lucian rose to his knees, his hands running over her smooth skin, his gaze never wavering as he took in her beauty, her hair a tangled mass around her shoulders, her face flushed, her eyes gleaming with intense desire. As he looked down, Lucian was mesmerized by her erotic disy, her creamy c*m pouring from her p*ssy and oozing down the crack of her a*s. It was a breathtaking, indescribably erotic sight, one that only heightened his hunger. She quivered as his tongue dipped between her folds again, her body arching in response. "Lucian," she murmured, her voice hoarse and thick with longing, "don¡¯t tease me anymore." Her request was barely finished before his tongue flicked against her, making her moan in pleasure. With his strong tongue and clever fingers, he set a rhythmic pace, teasing and arousing her with every movement. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her still as he worked, her soft skin turning red beneath his grip, the subtle marks of his fingers rising to the surface. Her back arched, and she cried out in pure ecstasy. "Oh, yes...!" A single finger dipped inside her tight p*ssy, and Lucian let out a deep chuckle as he felt her walls spasming around him. The slick, warm embrace was enough to make his own c*ck throb with need, but he forced himself to hold back. He was determined to make this momentst. She writhed under his touch, her hips bucking upward with each flick of his tongue against her clit. "Lucian, stop teasing me," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please make me c*m." "You want to c*m?" he asked. He leaned back, a mischievous grin on his handsome face, his lips and chin slick with her arousal. "Mmhmm... I want you inside me, Lucian," she panted heavily, her voice dripping with desire. The fact that she had finally confessed to wanting his touch seemed to ignite something within him. "Look how wet and dripping you are for me," Lucian muttered, his hand caressing her delicate folds, the swollen nub peeking from her drenched inner lips. She sucked in a breath, her hips rolling against his palm, a low moan escaping her parted lips. Her charming face flushed with pleasure. The desire reflected in her eyes, and her arousal fueled his lust for her. Her plump lips formed an ¡¯O¡¯ shape, her eyshes fluttered against her cheeks, and her slender neck strained with each sharp intake of air. "F*ck, Isabe, look at your beautiful t!ts, your sexy a*s, your amazing, gorgeous c*nt." He grunted. "Please...," Isabe begged. Lucian chuckled softly, "please what, my dear sister?" "Please...make me yours," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. His lips twitched in a smile, his c*ck already throbbing with need, her words sending a shiver through him. "Didn¡¯t you just say it¡¯s forbidden between siblings?" Lucian purred, his breath ghosting over her neck. "Yes, but I can¡¯t resist anymore," she replied, her voice a trembling whisper, her body shuddering against him. "This so-called moral dilemma, I don¡¯t care anymore, I need your hands, tongue, c*ck, now!" Lucian chuckled, his hand cupping the side of Isabe¡¯s breast, kneading the full, soft mound, his thumb circling her pink nipple until it pebbled in his palm. Her breasts were round and full, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. Pink nipples with a big ares. Her chest rising and falling as she struggled to breathe, her fingers gripping the sofa, her body writhing beneath him, her juices flowing freely, coating his tongue, her thighs slick with her arousal. Her other hand continued to rub against the hard ridge of his c*ck through his trousers, the thin material doing little to dampen the sensations of his flesh throbbing against her palm. Her back arched, her voice hoarse as she begged for more, her thighs falling open, inviting him deeper, her body trembling, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes half-closed, a look of pure ecstasy spreading across her alluring features. "That was incredible," he murmured, his demonically seductive voice thick with need and lust, his gaze locked on hers. "Now it¡¯s time for me to im what¡¯s rightfully mine." "Y-yes, yes please," she panted, her voice low and ragged, her hips bucking beneath him, her p*ssy twitching, "I want to feel you inside me, please, just take me, I can¡¯t wait any longer." Chapter 20: Youre Mine Now [R18] As he slowly withdrew from her touch, the heat in his gaze intensified, burning with an almost tangible desire as their eyes locked. His eyes spoke of the raw passion she hade to know so well, and she knew what wasing next. She had seen the hunger in his eyes many times before, and the anticipation sent a thrilling shiver through her, making her yearn for the inevitable immoral connection they were about to share. As her brother pulled his c*ck out, the tip glistened with thick pre-c*m. She stared at the thick, veiny red-rod in shock and awe, unable to believe something so huge had ever existed. Even after taking his whole length in her mouth, making him c*m, and tasting his salty seeds on her lips, it still felt surreal to see his impressive member in full view. He rubbed his c*ck against the sensitive folds of her slick p*ssy, enjoying the soft mewing noises she made. "Umm~ mhhh~" she mumbled, her cheeks flushing with lust. The contact sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, her juices dribbling down the crevice of her tight buttocks. "Please, be gentle," she whimpered, her eyes closed, her breathing in shallow gasps. The tip of his c*ck rested against the small opening of her soaked c*nt, a dribble of his c*m leaking onto her belly. He drew his hips back slightly, the tip of his d*ck poking her gently, pushing just the tip into her tight hole. Lucian let out a ragged sigh, his grip on her thighs tightening as his fingertips pressed into her soft flesh, drawing a low groan from her lips. "It¡¯s too big," Isabe whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "It¡¯ll never fit... I can¡¯t take it." Lucian¡¯s grin widened, a dark glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer. "How do you know it¡¯s big? Compared to what, Isabe?" His voice was a low, teasing murmur, but there was an edge to it. Isabe¡¯s face flushed a deep crimson, and she hesitated before answering, her voice barely a whisper. "Did you already see someone else¡¯s?" Lucian pressed, his tone yful butced with something more dangerous. "N-no..." Isabe stammered, her heart racing. "Once, two gardeners were... you know... doing that in the Imperial Garden, and I identally saw..." Her words trailed off, her embarrassment growing as she recalled the scene. "It was tinypared to yours." If that poor man knew what Princess Isabe was thinking, he might have died of shame. The thought flickered briefly in her mind, only adding to her flustered state. Lucian, on the other hand, found dark amusement in her admission, his hand tracing slow, deliberate circles on her soft thigh. "But you, Isabe," he murmured, his tone softening with a possessive edge, "you don¡¯t need to worry about such things." Isabe shivered under his touch, her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. "Just rx," Lucian whispered as he leaned in to brush his lips against her ear. "If it¡¯s too big for you, I will make it fit. You belong to me now, and I¡¯ll make sure you never forget it." Her breath hitched at his words, the mixture of fear and anticipation swirling inside her as she clung to him. Lucian¡¯s dark presence was overwhelming, but she couldn¡¯t deny the thrill it brought, the way her body responded to his everymand. "Trust me," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent shivers down her spine. "You can take it... and you will." The tip of his d*ck slowly pushed into her soaked pussy. "Nhmmm...," She whimpered softly. "Just rx and let yourself open up. I know you can take it all," Lucian murmured affectionately. She let herself go and rxed her muscles. Her tiny hole streching to its limit as Lucian pushed his hard, pulsating d*ck inside of her. The fat mushroom head popped in and slowly moved deeper inside of her. It hurt, yet, at the same time, a strange, primal heat was building inside her. It was so good that Isabe never wanted him to stop. After that, he pushed more and more of his c*ck inside of her tight virgin hole. As he moved in deeper, Lucian grunted as he felt the tip of his c*ck hit the back of her v*gina, filling herpletely. Her inner walls clenched tight around his throbbing member, making him crave her more and more. As she started to get morefortable, Lucian grabbed onto her waist and began to thrust his c*ck in and out faster than before. Puh~ Pah~ Ahh~ ummhh~ Juices with a hint of crimson seeped out, indicating her innocence had been broken! Lucian reveled in her sweet cries, his hands grasping her ample breasts, squeezing and kneading them firmly. "Ahh... Lucian, you¡¯re hurting me. Slowly..... umm... please.... be gentle.... " She whined, her nails digging into his firm muscles as he pounded her tight p*ssy, his hard, thick c*ck pressing against her deepest spot. "F*ck...you¡¯re so tight, Isabe. It feels f*cking amazing," he groaned, his hands pinching her rosy buds until they hardened in his grasp, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. As he pumped in and out of her, his c*ck slick with her juices, his movements slowly quickened, "more," Isabe begged, her body shuddering beneath him, his fingers twisting, teasing, pinching her hard nipples, "f*ck me, f*ck your sister harder, faster!" As Lucian¡¯s pace quickened, a fire ignited deep within her, spreading like moltenva through her veins. p~ p~ Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, building in intensity until it was almost unbearable. She clung to him, her breathing in ragged gasps,pletely lost in the storm of sensation that he had unleashed inside her. His hands roamed over her bare body, exploring every curve and dip, as if he was memorizing her through touch alone. The way his fingertips traced along her skin, soft yet possessive, sent jolts of electricity straight to her core. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, tightening with each caress, until all she could think about was the need to be filled by him, to feel every inch of him iming her as his own. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him deeper inside her, his shaft filling her to the hilt, his tip rubbing against her core, sending shivers of pleasure through them both. Her nails dug into his back, leaving faint marks as her body arched against him, desperate to feel him deeper, closer. Ahh~ Ahh~ Isabe moaned as Lucian f*cked her with an almost animalistic vigor, his hands squeezing her soft, supple cheeks roughly as he drove himself deeper into her c*nt. Puh~ Puh~ Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her moan and writhe, her legs locked around him as she pushed back, eager for more. Hisrge, throbbing erection plunged into her tight c*nt, tearing her apart, stretching her to the limit. As he thrust into her again and again, he brought her closer and closer to ecstasy. As he sped up his rhythm, Lucian felt a pressure building inside of him, and he knew it wouldn¡¯t be long before he exploded. His moans were also bing more desperate and urgent, his breathing bingbored and ragged. She could sense his release approaching, and her own orgasm was approaching quickly. She held on tightly as she bucked wildly against him, her eyes screwed half-closed and her toes curling under her. Lucian¡¯s gaze locked with hers, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. The intensity of his stare was almost too much to bear, yet she couldn¡¯t look away. "I¡¯ming inside you, Isabe," Lucian gasped, his fingers gripping her voluptuous hips as his c*ck twitched wildly inside of her, his movements more rapid and jerky. His movements became more deliberate, each thrust measured and powerful, driving her closer to the edge with an exquisite precision that left her breathless. She felt herself unraveling under his control, her body and soulid bare before him, and she reveled in the sensation of beingpletely possessed by him. She moaned softly, her hips rising to meet his, eager to match his rhythm. The friction between them was maddening, a tantalizing dance that brought them both to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel the tension within her reaching its peak, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. And yet, she didn¡¯t want it to stop-she wanted more, needed more. She could feel his hard, pulsating c*ck growing more rigid, "yes... fill me up with your hot seeds!" Suddenly, a strange wave of warmth erupted within her as his milk spurted thick ropes of sticky liquid deep inside her womb. Splurt~ Splurt~ Her inner walls pulsed and mped around him, and she too came, her head tossing back and forth as her eyes rolled back. It was a sublime, unexpected pleasure. It was ecstasy beyond imagining, and as her orgasm swept over her, Isabe¡¯s mind spun out into an endless abyss of rapture and bliss. They copsed together, panting and sweaty, their limbs entangled. Lucian brushed a strand of hair from Isabe¡¯s flushed face, his eyes dark with emotion. Theyy together, their bodies intertwined, limbs still tangled in the aftermath of their passion. The scent of their s*x hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of the intensity they had just shared. Lucian¡¯s c*ck remained buried deep within her, still pulsing faintly as thest of his essence seeped into her. The warmth of his release mingled with the lingering tremors that coursed through their joined bodies. Isabe could feel every subtle movement of Lucian¡¯s now-soft d*ck inside her, each one a reminder of their shared ecstasy. His strong arms encircled her, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them, their skin slick with sweat and the remnants of their c*m. Lucian¡¯s breath was warm against her lips as he leaned in to kiss her, slow and tender, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that mirrored the steady beating of their hearts. The kiss was gentle, a stark contrast to the fierce passion they had just unleashed, yet it was filled with a deep, unspoken promise. Their hearts pounded in perfect harmony, and with each breath, they began to descend from the heights of their pleasure, slowly returning to the world around them. But in that moment, nothing existed except the two of them, still connected in every way possible, savoring the afterglow of their intense connection. "My beautiful sister," he murmured, his voice thick. "You¡¯re mine now, forever." Chapter 21: Do You Like It From Behind!? [R18] The morning sun¡¯s warm glow streamed through the tall, ornate windows, casting a soft light that filled the room with a golden hue. The heat was gentle andforting, embracing the spacious chamber with a serene warmth. At the center of the room was a grand, four-poster bed, draped in rich crimson silks and adorned with golden tassels ¡ª a bed clearly fit for royalty. Sunlight highlighted the intricate carvings of the bed. Upon the bedy Prince Lucian, his white hair fanned out across the plush pillows like snow on a crimson field. His crimson eyes keenly focused on the breathtaking scene before him! His gaze held an intensity that pierced through the soft morning light, exuding bothmand and a simmering pleasure. His powerful frame was rxed, but his attention was anything but, as he watched the woman in front of him with a hunger that belied the calmness of his posture. Kneeling between his legs was Isabe, her beautiful blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of shimmering sapphires, vibrant against her red royal gown. The gown clung to her form, its rich fabric moving with every shift of her body, the gold embroidery catching the sunlight in delicate, glowing patterns. She was a vision of beauty and elegance, her lips moving with a steady rhythm, a silent devotion that was both intimate and reverent. Lucian¡¯s eyes never left her, his fingers reaching out tob through the cool silk of her hair, guiding her with a subtle, possessive touch. The contrast between his white hair and her deep blue locks was mesmerizing ¡ª a striking sh of colors that added to the charged atmosphere in the room. Isabe¡¯s eyes, like deep pools of blue, asionally flicked upward to meet his, seeking his approval. Each time they did, Lucian¡¯s lips would curl into a slow, satisfied smile, his gaze dark and filled with a mix of amusement and desire. Slurp~ Slurp~ Sounds of wet slurping and soft muffled moans were echoing in the room. Lucian wasying on his bed with his eyes closed, feeling the wet sensation of his sister¡¯s tongue and lips. She was on her knees in front of him, taking his hard rod into her mouth. It had been three days since they had first f*cked in the Imperial Garden, and they had done it several times since then. Lucian had developed a taste for his sister¡¯s body, and he couldn¡¯t get enough of her. His eyes were now closed, and he could feel her soft lips and warm tongue working his shaft. She could feel the pressure building inside him, and she knew it wouldn¡¯t be long before he erupted. "Use your t!ts just the way I taught you," he moaned. She obeyed with a timid nod, her face flushed with a mix of shyness and arousal. Slowly, she leaned forward, her trembling hands cupping her own breasts, which were as full and soft as ripe melons. With a nervous breath, she positioned them around Lucian¡¯s throbbing rod, the warmth of her skin enveloping himpletely. Despite the size of her ample breasts, his d!ck still managed to push through, the tip slipping out from the soft valley with each upward stroke, gleaming with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-c*m. Isabe began to move, her breasts sliding up and down along his shaft, her fingers pressing them together to keep him tightly enclosed within her b*obs. Her body quivered with each motion, a shiver of embarrassment mixing with the heat spreading through her veins. The rhythmic movement caused her breathing to grow uneven, and soon, the sounds of her soft moans mingled with the slick, wet sounds of his length moving against her skin. The mushroom head of his c*ck would asionally press against her lips as it emerged from the depths of her cleavage, and she instinctively took him in, her lips wrapping around his tip while her breasts continued to massage his shaft. Gagk~ Gahk~ shlurp~ slurp~ The room filled with the lewd sounds of their actions ¡ª wet ps, soft gasps, and the asional gagging sound as Lucian¡¯s hardness slipped into her mouth too deeply. Lucian grunted as he felt the pressure building inside him. His hands tangled in her silky hair, and he began to thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth. "I¡¯m going toe, Isabe," he groaned. She didn¡¯t respond, but he could feel her efforts intensify, her tongue working overtime as she took him to the base of his shaft. Spurt~~ Suddenly, he exploded, his hot, sticky seed erupting into her mouth. Gulp~ Gulp~ She swallowed it eagerly, licking and sucking him until he was dry. Lucian opened his eyes, his breathing in ragged gasps as he looked down at his sister. "You¡¯re learning fast," he said, grinning wickedly. "Thank you," Isabe replied, blushing. They both knew they would be spending much more time together in the future, and neither of them minded. She already epted that she was his, and he had imed her as his own. They would share a bond that could never be broken, and it would only grow stronger with each passing day. She was reluctant at first, but now, she felt a strange sense of excitement bubbling within her, a desire that she couldn¡¯t deny. No matter what she did, after that fateful encounter she couldn¡¯t satisfy her urges. So, she gave in and surrendered herself to her brother¡¯s desires, knowing that it was the only way to quench her own. She knew it was forbidden, but the deeper the sin, the sweeter it felt! Looking into Lucian¡¯s hungry, lustful eyes, Isabe instantly understood his silent demand. Without him needing to speak, Isabe slowly rose from her position between his legs, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink, her hands trembling as she reached for the golden sps of her gown. Her fingers fumbled slightly, betraying her nerves as she began to undo them, one by one, each soft click sounding louder in the heavy silence of the room. The rich red gown loosened around her shoulders, and with a shaky breath, Isabe let the fabric slide down her arms, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. She hesitated only for a moment, feeling the weight of Lucian¡¯s intense stare as the gown slipped further, exposing the delicate curve of her corbone and the tops of her breasts. Her heart raced, her body trembling slightly with each passing second, as she continued to undress in front of him. She could feel the heat rising in her p*ssy, a mix of embarrassment and something deeper that made her body tingle with anticipation. As she reached thest of theces, her fingers trembled, causing her to pause. She stole a quick, almost timid nce at Lucian. His eyes, half-lidded and burning with a fierce hunger, gave her the courage to continue. With a deep, shaky breath, she tugged theces free, letting the gown fall awaypletely, pooling around her feet like spilled wine. Beneath the gown, she wore a thin, nearly transparent panty, revealing the wetness at her slit and the soft, inviting contours of her p*ssy. She bit her lip, feeling the cool air against her exposed skin, her body quivering both from the chill and the intensity of the moment. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs under the thin straps, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She pulled them down over her shoulders, the sheer fabric sliding off her body and falling away, leaving her bare before him. Her long blue hair fell around her face like a protective curtain, and she instinctively tried to hide behind it, her shy nature battling with the lust pooling within her. Her legs felt unsteady as she climbed onto the bed, but her body kept moving without hesitant. She positioned herself over Lucian¡¯s erect c*ck, hovering just above his d!ck, her breathing in soft, nervous gasps. She could feel his hardness pressing against her p*ssy lips, and a shiver ran through her body. Despite how many times they had done this in the past few days, her body still reacted with a mix of fear and desire. With a shaky hand, she reached down to guide his thick c*ck to her wet entrance, her body trembling as she felt his heat against her. She bit her lip again, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to slowly sink down, inch by inch, onto his hard rod. Chapter 22: Do You Like It From Behind!? (2) [R18] Before fully taking him in, she rubbed his c*ck against her wet p*ssy lips, the friction increasing her moisture and heightening her anticipation. The added slickness made it easier for her to slide down onto him, her body shivering with each inch of contact. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, the thick head pushed against her tiny cave, meeting a tight, almost stubborn resistance that made her breath hitch. Her p*ssy stretched slowly around him, inch by inch, struggling to take him in. Mmmnhhh~ A soft, trembling gasp escaped her lips as she took him in, her body tightening around him reflexively. She could feel the way her slick walls clenched and fluttered around his length, almost fighting the intrusion as he pushed deeper. Her thighs trembled with effort, each slow descent sending a jolt of heat through her as the tension within her gave way to a delicious, spreading fullness that left her gasping and breathless. Her thighs shook as she settled onto him fully, a deep flush spreading across her chest as she pressed her hands against his firm chest, her fingers curling slightly, holding onto him as if she might fall. Even in the midst of their intimacy, her shyness never fully left her, her body trembling with each movement, each breath, as she sought to embrace the pleasure despite her lingering nerves. She gasped as he slid deeper and deeper inside her, filling herpletely. Pah~ Puh~ Fwap~ Ooh~ He grabbed her voluptuous hips and began to thrust into her from below, his movements slow and deliberate. After some time, Lucian ordered, "Turn around and keep riding my c*ck." She obeyed, and turned around, keeping his c*ck inside her c*nt as she shifted. Her perky a*s were presented to him, their smooth curve highlighted as she adjusted her position. "That¡¯s right," Lucian murmured. "Now keep riding your brother¡¯s big d!ck like a good sl*t." He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his hips bucking beneath her. Isabe¡¯s a*s was soft and round, and Lucian couldn¡¯t resist pping it as he drove himself deeper inside her. Pah~ Pah~ Smack~ p~~ Ahh~ ummh~~ She moaned softly, her head rolling back as she savored the sensation of his hard shaft sliding in and out of her tight p*ssy. Her perky a*s jiggling every time she bounced on his shaft. Lucian¡¯s hands roamed over her curves, his fingers kneading her flesh firmly, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. As he drove himself deeper into her, his hands spread her crack and started rubbing her an*s. His fingers were slick with her c*nt juices, and he could feel her tight hole pulsing beneath his touch. "L-Lucian, please.... ahh... don¡¯t. It¡¯s dirty there. Please, I¡¯ll do anything else. Just not that, please." He chuckled softly, his fingers teasing her tight hole. "You said you will do anything for me, Isabe. And I hope you truly meant it." With that, he pushed a single finger into her tight hole, slowly sliding it in and out, making her moan. Aaaahhh~~ She could feel her tight hole stretching, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he would fill her with his hard rod. "Oh? What¡¯s this!? Your p*ssy is getting wet, Isabe. Did you like it when I put my finger in your a*shole!? Is my sister a naughty girl!?" Lucian¡¯s voice was a low, teasing tone, carrying a subtle allure. With one finger he continued to slowly push in and out of her tight hole, making her moan softly. "N-no. Please... ahhh... not there. It¡¯s dirty..." Her words trailed off as she felt him slowly sliding another finger inside her. "But you¡¯re getting wet, Isabe. That means you like it." Lucian¡¯s voice was thick with lust, and as he spoke, she could feel his finger moving in and out of her tight hole, stretching her further. "No....please...ahh...not there. It¡¯s dirty. Please, Lucian...just f*ck me in my p*ssy." Lucian¡¯s grip on her waist tightened, and he pushed his index finger deeper into her tight hole. "But this hole is so tight and wet, Isabe. I think you like it more than you¡¯re letting on." He then slid middle finger into her tight hole, making her gasp. "No...no...ahh...it hurts..." But Lucian didn¡¯t stop. Instead, he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, his movements slow and deliberate. "You¡¯re not being honest, Isabe. You like it here too, don¡¯t you? You like the way my fingers feel inside your a*shole. You like it when I fill you up!?" Lucian¡¯s words sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew he was right. She couldn¡¯t deny that she was enjoying it. She wanted him to keep going, to push deeper inside her, to make her scream with pleasure. "I¡¯ll let youe, but only if you tell me you want it. Tell me you like my finger here, Isabe. Tell me you want me to f*ck your tight a*s with my hard d!ck." His voice was thick with lust, and as he spoke, his finger moved in and out of her, making her gasp. Gradually, her resistance began to crumble, her body slowly surrendering to the sensation as she started to ept him more fully, each rhythmic motion heightening her pleasure and drawing her deeper into the moment. "Yes....yes, Lucian. Please. I want it. I want my brother to f*ck my a*shole with your big c*ck. Please, please, please... take my an*l virginity..." Her voice was desperate, and as she spoke, she could feel the pressure building inside her. "Good girl," Lucian murmured. "I¡¯ll give you what you want next time." He withdrew his fingers from her tight hole and roughly pushed her forward, making her fall onto his bed. With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted them up and slid a pillow under her lower-stomach to keep her in ce. As her hips moved upwards, her wet p*ssy was exposed, glistening and inviting. He positioned himself behind her and thrust his entire fat c*ck into her wet c*nt in one powerful, decisive motion. Aaaahhhhhh~~ The sudden fullness made her gasp, her body reacting to the intense invasion. Her chest pressed into the mattress, and her hands grasped the sheets for support. Each forceful thrust made her moan, her body arching and trembling as she adjusted to his dominant touch, her breathsing in quick, shaky bursts. Isabe gasped as Lucian increased the force of his thrusts, pushing her further into the bed. As he pumped into her p*ssy, she felt the pressure building inside her, and she knew it wouldn¡¯t be long before she would explode. Unlike when she was riding him, Lucian was inplete control this time, and he was showing no mercy. He mmed into her relentlessly, his movements hard and fast, his c*ck filling herpletely. Lucian grabbed her hair, pulling her head back roughly as he f*cked her from behind. "Do you like that, Isabe? Do you like it when your brother f*cks you from behind?" "Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes! I F*CKING LOVE IT!" Isabe screamed, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. As Lucian drove himself deeper inside her, she could feel herself unraveling, the tension within her reaching its peak. She bucked wildly beneath him, her hips grinding against his, her p*ssy clenching around his hard shaft. Suddenly, she felt a strange wave of warmth erupting within her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she would explode. Spurt~ Spurt~ As she felt his hot, sticky seed erupting deep within her, she gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure throughout her entire body. She copsed on the bed, her breathing in ragged gasps, her limbs trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. Luciany beside her, his fingers tracingzy circles on her bare skin, his eyes dark with lust. Seeing her clouded eyes, drools and her messy hair, he couldn¡¯t help but think how much she had changed since their first time together. Her innocence had been reced by a fiery desire, and she now matched his passion with equal fervor. As he looked down at her hourss body, he couldn¡¯t help but admire how beautiful she was, how much he wanted to im her for his own. Her skin was soft and supple, and her curves were a testament to her womanhood. Her ample chest heaved as she breathed, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Lucian couldn¡¯t resist reaching out and gently pinching them, making her gasp. "You¡¯re a bad boy," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "You shouldn¡¯t be teasing your older sister like that." Lucian smirked, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on her bare skin. "What can I say? You make me want to be bad." Isabe moaned softly as he leaned in and captured her nipple between his teeth, gently biting down on the hard bud. "Let me rest for a moment," she gasped, her hips arching against him, her body desperate for more. "Please..." As he slid his hand down her stomach, he couldn¡¯t resist teasing her clit, making her moan softly. "Then tell me everything you know about aunt Eloise," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. Uuummmm~~ She moaned, arching her back as he teased her clit, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. She couldn¡¯t help but spread her legs wider, eager for more of his touch. Chapter 23: A Naughty Sister [R18] Lucian¡¯s fingers moved skillfully over Isabe¡¯s swollen p*ssy lips, each precise stroke making her body tremble with desire. Haaah~~ She gasped, her breath hitching in short, desperate bursts as her hips moved in rhythm with his hand. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she struggled to keep herposure, but Lucian¡¯s relentless teasing was quickly unraveling her. "What... w-what do you want to know about that bitch?" Isabe gasped out, her voice quivering. She hated feeling this vulnerable, especially in front of Lucian, but the way his fingers worked her drove all thoughts of defiance from her mind. "Oh? Are you jealous of her?" Lucian¡¯s voice was mocking, a wicked grin ying on his lips as he watched her squirm. His fingers picked up speed, pressing more insistently against her swollen clit. Isabe¡¯s back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent moan as her body responded to his touch. Isabe whimpered, her breath hitching as Lucian¡¯s fingers circled her entrance before plunging inside. "Jealous of her? No fucking way." She stammered, her voice cracking as she gasped for air, her breaths shallow and uneven. "I just... I just can¡¯t stand the way she behaves ¡ª so arrogant, so damn self-centered..." Isabe whimpered, her breath hitching as Lucian¡¯s fingers circled her entrance before plunging inside. "It¡¯s not jealousy, alright? I just hate the way she acts like she owns the ce." Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, and she let out a broken moan, her head tossing back as he expertly worked her sensitive spots. Lucian chuckled darkly, his hot breath grazing her ear as he nibbled at the sensitive skin. He delighted in her reactions, the way her body seemed toe alive under his touch. "Mmmhh... no... please... wait... don¡¯t..." Isabe pleaded, her voice breathless as Lucian added another finger, stretching her wide. She gasped, her body jerking as he hit a particrly sensitive spot, her juices coating his hand as he drove her higher. "Aunt Eloise has... a business... lots of guards at her estate... aaahhhh....!," Isabe¡¯s thoughts were fragmented, her words cut off by a high-pitched moan as Lucian rammed his fingers deeper, his relentless pace driving her to the edge. Her thighs quivered, and she gripped the sheets as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Lucian watched her closely, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as Isabe¡¯s body shook with orgasm after orgasm. Her moans filled the room, her eyes fluttering shut as she rode out the intense sensations. Her skin was flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her as her body convulsed around his fingers, her wetness dripping down his hand. A sudden warmth spread between her thighs, and Isabe¡¯s eyes flew open in shock as she realized she had lost control. Her dder released in a sudden, embarrassing stream, soaking the sheets beneath them. PiiiissssssSS~~ Lucian¡¯s grin widened, a cruel light dancing in his eyes as he watched her struggle with the humiliation. "What would everyone think if they knew the Empress¡¯s daughter had pissed herself like amon wh*re? Imagine how they¡¯dugh at you... so pathetic." Isabe¡¯s face burned with shame, but even as tears pricked her eyes, she red up at him, defiant. Her tongue darted out, tracing the length of his hardness teasingly as she met his gaze. "You get off on this, don¡¯t you? Seeing me humiliated, losing control... you love it, don¡¯t you?" Her words wereced with both challenge and submission, her voice shaky yet bold. Lucian¡¯s arousal only intensified at her defiance. He gripped her hair, forcing her mouth open and shoving his fully erect d!ck deep into her throat in one single motion. Gahk~~ Isabe gagged, her eyes watering as he thrust in and out, her lips stretched tight around him. She struggled to keep up, her throat contracting as she tried to take him all, her muffled moans vibrating along his shaft. He groaned, his fingers moving back to her dripping c*nt, spreading her slick folds apart as he thrust into her mouth. Her struggles only excited him further, each gag and gasp making his c*ck throb with need. He could feel her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to maintain herposure, but Lucian¡¯s relentless pace was overwhelming. "F*ck! Such a naughty sister I¡¯ve," Lucian growled, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deeper. Nhmm~ mphh~ Isabe¡¯s muffled moans grew louder, her eyes rolling back as she choked on his length, her hands frantically clutching at his hips. Lucian¡¯s fingers continued to torment her c*nt, sliding between her folds and stroking her clit until she was shaking uncontrobly. After a few more thrusts, Lucian pulled out, letting Isabe catch her breath. Her chest heaved as she gulped in air, her lips wet and swollen. Her face was a mess ¡ª eyes ssy and watery, mascara smeared down her cheeks, and tears mixed with saliva glistening on her flushed skin. Her nose was running, with thin trails of fluid that added to her disheveled appearance. She looked utterly undone, her breath ragged as she struggled to regain control, every inch of her radiating the rawness of her submission. But she didn¡¯t waste time; her hands moved to his balls, squeezing and massaging them as she leaned in to lick and suck at them. She looked up at him, her eyes zing with lust as her tongue swirled around his sac, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "So delicious...," Isabe purred, her voice sultry as she wrapped her lips around one of his balls, sucking it gently. Lucian let out a low moan, his fingers tangled in her hair as she worshipped him with her mouth, her touch driving him closer to the edge. "Mother also said aunt Eloise runs a brothel in the outer part of the capital... she has elite guards on site..." Isabe murmured between licks, her voice breathless yet eager. "Mother didn¡¯t like her either... she said aunt Eloise was arrogant, selfish... and always warned me to stay away from her..." Lucian¡¯s fingers paused for a moment as he absorbed her words, a wicked grin spreading across his face. ¡¯A brothel run by a royal princess? How intriguing... and elite guards too. This will be fun.¡¯ He resumed his ministrations, his fingers tweaking Isabe¡¯s hard nipples, drawing sharp gasps from her as he toyed with her breasts. "But isn¡¯t she supposed to run a merchandise business? I never heard about her running a brothel..." Lucian mused aloud, his mind racing with possibilities. His fingers continued to work her, pinching and twisting her nipples roughly as he considered this new information. Isabe¡¯s entire body shuddered under his touch, her back arching as she struggled to form a coherent reply. "I... I didn¡¯t know... Mother said... something... nnnghh~! OOHHHH GOD!" Isabe¡¯s voice broke off into a moan as Lucian¡¯s fingers pinched her harder, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her chest. Her body writhed against him, her nipples hardening further under his touch. "You have such gorgeous t!ts... I think I need a taste..." Lucian¡¯s voice was husky, his lips descending on her breasts. He licked and sucked at her sensitive nubs, his tongue swirling around her hard peaks as he savored her reactions. Isabe whimpered, her hips bucking as his mouthvished her with attention, her nipples throbbing under his hot, wet tongue. Lucian continued to feast on her breasts until he heard her muttering something. He paused, his ears straining to catch her words. "I think... Mother said Aunt Eloise will be leaving the Capital in three days... to set up some business near the next city." Lucian¡¯s eyes gleamed, a devious smile creeping across his face. ¡¯Three days... that¡¯s plenty of time to form a n.¡¯ He thought about the leverage he could gain, the pleasure he could seize if he moved quickly. He nced down at Isabe, his fingers stilling as he considered his next steps. ¡¯If aunt Eloise is leaving, I need to act fast. I¡¯ll convince her to leave with me... and let¡¯s see why Father Emperor loves to f*ck her so much.¡¯ Lucian¡¯s mind whirled with possibilities, his arousal growing as he imagined the chaos he could unleash. And he would do whatever it took to make her bend to his will! Lucian rubbed his hardening c*ck against Isabe¡¯s cheek, his thoughts drifting to aunt Eloise. His fantasies grew darker, more twisted, as he envisioned the games he could y with her. ¡¯Oh, aunt Eloise... you have no idea what¡¯sing.¡¯ He lowered his lips to Isabe¡¯s ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Come, take a ride, Isabe. I¡¯m leaving the Imperial Capital in four days, and I¡¯ll miss that tight p*ssy of yours... Let¡¯s indulge onest time before I go. Let¡¯s push our limits and explore every dark fantasy we¡¯ve ever had." Isabe pulled back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she stroked him slowly. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she leaned in to kiss his chest. Her lips trailed up to his neck, sucking and biting at his pulse points as she worked him over. slurp~ slurp~ With one final, heated nce, Isabe took his entire length into her mouth, her lips sliding down his c*ck as she sucked him hungrily. Lucian groaned, his head falling back as he thrust into her small mouth, his hips rocking in time with her movements. Her tongue flicked along his length, as she bobbed her head, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge... Chapter 24: Does It Taste Good!? [R18] Sunlight peeked through the window, casting a warm glow over the room and revealing two bare bodies tangled in the silk sheets. Isabey on the bed, her body still twitching from the intense pleasure Lucian had given her. Her skin glistened with sweat, her breath ragged and uneven, and her thighs were sticky with their mixed juices, her p*ssy still oozing Lucian¡¯s c*m. Just as Isabe began to catch her breath, a firm knock echoed through the room. "Your Highness, may Ie in?" It was Lucian¡¯s personal maid, her voice soft yet alluring. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a wicked smile as a dark idea took root in his mind. He nced down at Isabe, whose eyes flew open in panic. She tried to cover herself, but Lucian¡¯smanding gaze made her freeze. "Come in," Lucian called out smoothly. Isabe¡¯s heart pounded as she heard the door creak open and footsteps softly padding across the floor. Through the thin, translucent veil that covered the bed, Isabe could see the maid ¡ª a mature woman with dark hair tied up neatly, her expression professional but with an unmistakable spark of familiarity. The maid entered, holding a tray with breakfast items. Her eyes quickly found Lucian, and she paused, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she took in the sight of his muscr, naked body, still erect from their recent activities. She tried to maintain herposure, but her gaze kept drifting to Lucian¡¯s fat c*ck, which stood proudly before her, glistening in the morning light. "Good morning, Your Highness," the maid greeted, her voice wavering slightly as her eyes darted from his face to his c*ck. "I¡¯ve brought your breakfast, as you requested." She set the tray down with a shaky hand, trying to focus on her duties despite the heat rising in her p*ssy. Lucian stretchedzily, his movements making his muscles ripple under his skin. "Morning," he replied, a teasing note in his voice. "I slept well, but¡­" He trailed a hand down his chest, brushing past his abs to his throbbing erection. "I¡¯m still feeling a bit¡­ unsatisfied." The maid¡¯s breath hitched as she watched him, her thighs pressing together as her own arousal grew. "If there¡¯s anything I can do to help, Your Highness," she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation. Lucian stepped closer, his c*ck almost brushing against her uniform, making her breath catch in her throat. "Mmm, I¡¯m sure there is," Lucian said, his finger tracing her cheek gently. His touch was electric, sending a shiver through the maid¡¯s body. "You¡¯ve always been eager to serve, haven¡¯t you?" "Y-yes, Your Highness," the maid stammered, her eyes flicking down to his hardness, her breath quickening. She licked her lips unconsciously, her blush deepening as her desire became more apparent. Lucian chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a thrill through her. With a sudden, swift motion, Lucian yanked Isabe through the veil, revealing her lower half in an instant. Her legs were spread wide, and her slick, swollen c*nt glistened with their mixed fluids, the abrupt exposure making her gasp as shey bare and vulnerable before him. The maid¡¯s eyes widened as she took in the sight, the raw, erotic disy of Lucian¡¯s handiwork. "Clean her up for me," Lucian ordered, his voice firm andmanding. "Lick my milk off her. Make sure she¡¯s spotless." Because of the thin veil draped over the bed, the maid couldn¡¯t make out who was lying there. The sheer fabric obscured Isabe¡¯s face and upper body, casting a hazy shadow that concealed her identity from the maid¡¯s view. All the maid could see was the outline of a woman¡¯s bare legs and the inviting curve of her hips, glistening in the morning light. With Lucian¡¯s confident posture andmanding presence, the maid didn¡¯t question further, assuming it was just another conquest of her master. Oblivious to the true identity of the woman she was servicing, the maid focused solely on obeying Lucian¡¯s orders, unaware that she was attending to the Empress¡¯s daughter herself. The maid didn¡¯t hesitate anymore, her eyes darting to Lucian¡¯s intense gaze, but the heat in his stare left no room for refusal. She knelt between Isabe¡¯s legs, her breathing in quick gasps as she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to taste the mix of Lucian¡¯s c*m and Isabe¡¯s own juices. "Mmmhhh¡­" Isabe moaned softly, as her tongue pressing against Isabe¡¯s swollen folds. Isabe gasped, her hips jerking at the sudden, warm sensation. The maid¡¯s mouth moved skillfully, licking and sucking gently, savoring every taste of juices. Isabe¡¯s eyes fluttered shut as she tried to suppress the moans bubbling up in her throat. "Ahhh... ahh¡­" Isabe whimpered, her back arching slightly as the maid¡¯s tongue flicked over her sensitive clit, drawing out a soft, broken moan. Lucian¡¯s eyes gleamed as he watched, his own arousal reigniting as the wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. "Does it taste good?" Lucian asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The maid nodded, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, licking every drop of Lucian¡¯s c*m from Isabe¡¯s p*ssy. "Y-yes, Your Highness," she gasped between licks, her voice breathy and full of lust. "It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s delicious¡­" Her eyes met Lucian¡¯s, filled with obedience and desire. Lucian¡¯s smirk widened as he watched her, his own hand moving tozily stroke his c*ck, the soft, slick sounds of her mouth working on Isabe echoing in his ears. Lucian slid his fingers into the maid¡¯s hair, gently tugging her head back so she could meet his gaze. "You¡¯re doing so well," he praised, his voice a low, approving rumble. He guided her mouth to his own throbbing c*ck, the maid eagerly parting her lips to take him in. "Mmmhh¡­" the maid moaned around Lucian¡¯s shaft, her mouth hot and wet as she sucked him in, her tongue swirling around his length. Lucian groaned, his eyes rolling back as the maid¡¯s mouth moved over him, her lips sliding up and down with each eager bob of her head. From behind the veil, Isabe watched the scene unfold, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the maid¡¯s head moving rhythmically, hear the wet sounds of her sucking, and it made her own body heat up with a mix of shame and arousal. Lucian¡¯s hips began to move, his breathing in rough, ragged pants as he thrust into the maid¡¯s mouth. He nced at Isabe, his gaze smug as he watched her squirm behind the veil. "See how well she serves me?" he taunted, his voice dripping with dark pleasure. "Maybe I should keep her around more often?" The maid whimpered in agreement, her sounds muffled as she continued to suck, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of Lucian¡¯s c*ck. "Mmm¡­ uhh¡­ mmmhh¡­" she moaned, her head bobbing faster as Lucian¡¯s grip tightened in her hair, guiding her movements. Lucian¡¯s climax hit quickly, his body tensing as he groaned deeply, his c*m spilling into the maid¡¯s eager mouth. Gulp~ Gulp~ She swallowed without hesitation, her tongue flicking out to catch every drop, her eyes never leaving Lucian¡¯s as she finished. Lucian pulled her away gently, his breath heavy and ragged, a look of pure satisfaction stered across his face. A thick strand of saliva mixed with his c*m stretched like a bridge between her mouth and the tip of his still-throbbing c*ck, glistening in the dim light of the room. As the connection slowly broke and dripped down, the maid¡¯s eyes stayed locked on his hardness, her cheeks flushed with desire. She leaned in again, her tongue darting out top up every remaining drop, her lips sealing around the swollen mushroom head as she cleaned him thoroughly. "Mmmhh... so good," she murmured, her tongue swirling around his length, savoring the sweet-salty taste as she sucked gently. Lucian let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked her way down, licking and kissing along his shaft with reverence. The maid¡¯s hands cupped his balls, massaging them lightly as her mouth continued its worship, ensuring every inch of him was spotless. Her warm breath and soft, wet tongue made him twitch with renewed excitement, and she took her time, enjoying every moment, her lips making soft popping sounds as she pulled back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smile. "Such a good girl," Lucian murmured, his fingers brushing against the maid¡¯s cheek as he helped her to her feet. He nced back at Isabe, whoy flushed and breathless beneath the veil, her eyes a mix of defiance and reluctant arousal as she watched. The maid blushed, licking her lips as she looked up at Lucian with a mixture of pride and longing. "Thank you, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice soft and full of gratitude. Lucian nodded, his hand lingering on her back as she moved to leave. "Go, draw the bath," he instructed, watching her with a pleased smile. Chapter 25: Aunt Eloise As Prince Lucian emerged from his bath, the steam swirling around him as he loosely wrapped a towel around his waist. His personal maid, always dutiful and attentive, couldn¡¯t help but steal nces at his sculpted physique. His skin gleamed with the sheen of oils, highlighting the defined muscles that spoke of his strength and discipline. She guided him into the royal guest suite, where the room¡¯s opulence mirrored his status ¡ª rich tapestries adorned the walls, and a grand four-poster bed stood proudly at the center. Lucian took a seat by the bed as the maid draped a luxurious robe over his shoulders. The deep blue garment, embroidered with gold, hung loosely around him, revealing much of his powerful frame. He didn¡¯t bother with the formalities of dressing fully ¡ª his mind was elsewhere. As Lucian nced around, he noticed Isabe, asleep on the bed. She was curled up, her body hidden beneath the soft, silk sheets, her face peaceful and undisturbed. For a moment, Lucian¡¯s mind wandered, his gaze lingering, but he quickly pushed away any impure thoughts, thinking of his aunt Eloise. He knew he needed to stay focused. He had a purpose today ¡ª to gain Eloise¡¯s approval and ensure she would allow him to apany her on the uing ¡¯mission¡¯ to Darkhart Dukedom. Though Lucian was not particrly interested in politics, he knew he had to keep up appearances. He was going to see his aunt Eloise ¡ª a woman of great influence who, ording to the head maid, had captivated even the Emperor. For Lucian, it wasn¡¯t just about power ys or alliances; he was only curious about the woman who seemed to hold sway over the Emperor. As Lucian approached the pce gates, the whispers about his heritage echoed in his ears, sharper than ever. With his heightened senses, he could pick up every hushed word, every sneer about his lineage. It was no secret that he was the son of a concubine, a stain that many at court viewed as a mark against him. Yet, despite his origins, Lucian had wed his way to the official title of Prince ¡ª a rare feat for someone of his birth. The murmurs weren¡¯t just idle gossip; they were like spies, eyes constantly watching, tongues ready to weave tales to undermine him. But Lucian did not care. Let them watch, let them whisper. He had no use for their approval or their schemes. They were nothing more than insignificant gnats buzzing at the edges of his vision, irrelevant to him. His steps remained steady and unbothered, his expression indifferent as he walked towards the pce gate with the poise of someone who knew his worth, regardless of what others thought. This status, though often challenged by others, gave him a unique position within the pce, one that he wielded with quiet confidence. The pce gates slowly opened, revealing Lucian¡¯s chariot, a beautifully crafted vehicle adorned with royal insignias and pulled by a team of magnificent horses. His guards stood at attention, their disciplined postures reflecting their ¡¯loyalty¡¯. Lucian nodded at them briefly, his thoughts already on his meeting with Eloise. He stepped into the chariot, settling into the fine leather seats, and watched as the city began to unfold around him. The chariot moved smoothly through the bustling streets of the capital, passing vibrant market stalls and crowds of people engaged in the rhythm of daily life. As the chariot rolled into the main thoroughfare,moners quickly moved aside, making way for the royal vehicle. Some bowed in respect, while others simply stepped back, their eyes averted. Among the crowd, a few eyes widened as they recognized Lucian¡¯s unique chariot ¡ª its ornate design and distinctive crest impossible to miss. "That¡¯s Prince Lucian¡¯s chariot," one man whispered to hispanion, nodding towards the carriage with a sneer. "The concubine¡¯s son? Can you believe he¡¯s still calling himself a prince?" another scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain and mockery. "Yeah, despite the disgrace. I heard he has no shame, unting himself in brothels as if he¡¯s untouchable," a burly man chimed in, his voiceced with a cruel smirk. "Imagine that ¡ª our ¡¯Prince¡¯ sinking that low." "You think he¡¯s got his eye on the Throne?" someone else jeered, the idea sparking a round of quiet chuckles. "Keep your voice down... wouldn¡¯t want the prince to hear," another warned, though his mocking grin betrayed the thrill of speaking against Lucian. The derisive whispers spread quickly, rippling through the crowd as curious onlookers craned their necks to glimpse the prince. But Lucian, with his piercing senses, heard it all ¡ª every insult, every snide remark. Yet, he paid them no mind. To him, their mocking voices were nothing more than meaningless noise, unworthy of his attention. The faces of themoners, their bows, and murmurs of recognition were all just part of the backdrop to him. He was ustomed to such attention, the mix of reverence and gossip that followed his every move. Lucian¡¯s thoughts were fully focused on the uing meeting, curious about what Eloise might say or do. As the chariot continued its journey, Lucian nced at the vibrant city outside. Vendors called out from their stalls, children yed in the narrow alleyways, and nobles in fine clothing moved between shops. To Lucian, the scene was routine, and he watched it pass with disinterest. His mind was set on Eloise, and the rumors that had surrounded her. The day felt charged with anticipation, and he couldn¡¯t help but wonder what he might discover in herpany. ... In the midst of the bustling streets, a figure moved with quiet precision, tracking the chariot from a distance. He wore a dark cloak that allowed him to blend seamlessly into the shadows, moving with the grace of someone well-versed in remaining unseen. Tall and muscr, the man¡¯s movements were fluid and purposeful, his eyes never leaving Lucian¡¯s chariot. The unknown man¡¯s hands rested near the hilts of daggers strapped to his belt, each de etched with some weird symbols. He kept a careful distance, always within sight of Lucian¡¯s chariot but never close enough to draw attention. His presence was like a shadow, a silent figure who moved among the city¡¯s throng unnoticed, watching with unrelenting focus. ... Lucian, absorbed in his own thoughts, remained blissfully unaware of the eyes that followed him. He was too preupied with the prospect of his meeting with Eloise to notice the quiet threat lurking behind. The chariot continued through the city, eventually winding into a quieter district where the buildings grew taller and the streets narrowed. Lucian¡¯s impatience grew sharper as they neared their destination, his thoughts consumed by aunt Eloise ¡ª the woman who had s*x even with her own brother ¡ª the Emperor himself. ording to the head maid, Eloise had be Emperor¡¯s obsession, her influence stretching from the Emperor¡¯s bed to the heart of his decisions. Lucian couldn¡¯t help but lick his lips, wondering what kind of pleasure she could offer him and how it might surpass even the Emperor¡¯s most indulgent fantasies. When the chariot finally stopped outside the stately building , Lucian stepped out, adjusting his robe with casual ease. He approached the entrance, nked by guards who moved with practiced precision. The building was grand and imposing, its exterior d in white marble with tall columns that stretched toward the sky. Intricate carvings adorned the facade, depicting scenes of royal triumph, each detail meticulously crafted to showcase the wealth and power of its upants. Golden ents gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting the grandeur of the capital¡¯s elite. Lucian ascended the wide marble steps, his footsteps echoing against the polished stone. As he entered the building, he was greeted by avish interior that spoke of luxury and opulence. The floors were covered in rich, red carpets that muffled the sound of his steps, and the walls were lined with elegant tapestries depicting the histories of the realm. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their lights casting a warm glow that bathed the room in an amber hue. Ornate vases filled with fresh flowers added sshes of color, their fragrance mingling with the subtle scent of incense that wafted through the air. Lucian¡¯s eyes moved over the grand hall, taking in the marble statues that lined the walls ¡ª figures of past rulers, heroes, and strange beasts, each one rendered in exquisite detail. The space was designed to impress and intimidate, a clear disy of wealth and status that left little doubt about the power of those who resided within. As Lucian continued down the corridor, servants hurried past, their heads bowed in deference, while guards stood at attention, their eyes sharp and alert. He reached a set of ornate double doors, each one carved with a delicatettice of vines and flowers. A pair of servants pulled them open, revealing a spacious sitting room beyond. The room was richly furnished with plush sofas, silk cushions, and a grand firece that crackled with a gentle fire. Arge window on the far side of the room allowed sunlight to stream in, casting patterns of light and shadow across the floor. Just as Lucian stepped into the room, a surprised voice broke the silence ¡ª a soft, feminine exmation filled with yful delight. "My, my, if it isn¡¯t my favorite Prince¡­" Lucian turned, a slow smile spreading across his face as he met the gaze of the woman he had been so eager to see. Chapter 26: Aunt Eloise (2) Lucian turned around, his gaze falling upon the breathtaking figure of Lady Eloise, his aunt. Her beauty was of a kind that defied description, an allure that ensnared the senses and refused to let go. She stood before him in a gown of deep, seductive red that fit her body like a glove, highlighting every curve. The dress had a daring neckline that showcased her smooth corbone and a hint of cleavage, its low cut drawing attention to the delicate curve of her bust. With each step, the gown parted slightly at the thigh, revealing glimpses of her creamy, silky skin. Every movement sent a soft flutter of fabric against her skin, teasing with each stride and offering glimpses of her upper thighs, just barely covered by the dress¡¯s slit. Her cherry-red lips, full and inviting, were slightly parted in a knowing smile that suggested more than just charm. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of danger, pulling him in with their depth. As she moved closer, her every step seemed deliberate, designed to enthrall. The fragrance of her perfume ¡ª a rich blend of jasmine and sandalwood ¡ª wafted around him, intoxicating and enveloping his senses. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back in soft waves, framing her porcin skin that glowed warmly in the dim light. A delicate silver ne rested between her breasts, which pressed gently against the low neckline of her dress, further enhancing the seductive curve of her cleavage. Lucian¡¯s eyes followed the path of the ne, lingering on the fullness of her chest that rose and fell with each breath, outlined perfectly by the fitted gown. The sight of her curves, emphasized by the tight fabric, made his desire intensify, leaving him yearning for more with each tantalizing glimpse. "What a pleasant surprise. I can¡¯t recall thest time you took the initiative to visit me. What¡¯s brought you here today?" Eloise purred, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. The words were soft, teasing, andced with a familiarity that sent a shiver down Lucian¡¯s spine. "Can¡¯t Ie just to see you?" Lucian¡¯s response was smooth, his tone carrying an undercurrent of flirtation that had grown bolder over time, "must I always have a reason to visit my favorite aunt?" His crimson eyes locked onto hers, and a sly smile tugged at his lips. Eloise chuckled, a low, melodious sound that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "When did you change so much? My sweet, naive nephew would never have spoken like this," she said, her gaze roving over him, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the devilish spark in his eyes. "It¡¯s good to see you more¡­ ambitious. You¡¯re growing up, Lucian." Her voice was rich and husky,yered with a yful mockery that stirred something primal within him. "Well, I am a Prince alright," Lucian replied, his gaze flicking down to where her gown clung tightly to her curves, the fabric straining to contain the ample swell of her ample chest. He let his eyes linger on her beautiful breasts for a moment longer, watching as they seemed to press against the dress with each of her breaths. "I have to take my responsibilities seriously. And I was hoping you might be able to help me with that." The servants in the room, dressed in crisp navy uniforms trimmed with silver, stood like statues, their faces carefully nk, but Lucian could sense their tension. None dared to breathe too loudly or meet the eyes of their prince and the alluring Lady Eloise. Eloise¡¯s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched him, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "So you dide here for something after all, Prince Lucian," she said, her voice light with feigned disappointment. She leaned in even closer, her breasts brushing against his chest in a way that seemed almost idental but was anything but. The heat from her body seeped into his, and Lucian¡¯s senses were overwhelmed by her nearness, "and here I thought you came just to see me." Lucian chuckled softly, his gaze steady, "well, there is something I¡¯ve been wanting your help with, Aunt Eloise." His tone was teasing, his intentions only partially veiled behind the veneer of politeness. Eloise nced around, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance at the silent audience surrounding them. "Too many eyes and ears here," she murmured, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, e, let¡¯s go somewhere more private." Saying this she looped her arm through his, her fingers grazing his wrist, sending a subtle spark of electricity through him. Her touch was light but lingering, and she began to lead him down the long, marble hallway. The click of her high heels echoed in the silence, a rhythmic sound that matched the swaying of her hips. The slit of her gown, daringly high, parted with each step, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh. Her skin was pale and wless, a stark contrast to the rich crimson of her dress. Lucian couldn¡¯t help but notice how close she was to him as they walked; she was just a little shorter, her head reaching his shoulder. This height difference allowed her scent ¡ª a heady blend of jasmine and sandalwood ¡ª to envelop him even more closely, every breath filled with her intoxicating aroma. Herrge breasts pressed warmly against his arm, the soft, full flesh pushing through the thin fabric of her dress. With each step, they jiggled gently, sending ripples of sensation through him and dragging his thoughts into far more lustful territory. But Lucian soon was caught off guard by the realization that she wasn¡¯t wearing a bra ¡ª it was the snug fit of her dress alone supporting her ample chest. The sensation was unmistakable ¡ª the softness and firmness all at once, with a slight natural sag that spoke of her curves¡¯ fullness. Each subtle movement pressed her breasts against him, the tight fabric allowing just enough give to tease his senses further. Her hands wrapped snugly around his arm, fingers lightly grazing his forearm as if to keep him close, her grip gentle but possessive. Lucian¡¯s pulse quickened as he felt the rhythm of her steps through the intimate connection of their bodies, her breasts shifting with every movement. Thebination of her touch, scent, and the warm press of her chest clouded his mind, making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the sensual allure of her presence. Each soft bounce and press of her breasts against his arm stirred something deep within him, the closeness of their bodies fueling his desire, making him hard, and drawing him further into the intoxicating spell she wove with every step. Chapter 27: Aunt Eloise (3) As they walked, Eloise couldn¡¯t help but notice Lucian¡¯s reaction ¡ª his breath quickening, his crimson eyes darkening with an unmistakable desire. The way he looked at her, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of hunger and curiosity, sent a shiver of excitement through her. This was the first time she had seen her nephew like this, his expression raw and unguarded, filled with a need she hadn¡¯t witnessed before. She had tried to close the gap between them with intimate touches in the past, but he had always remainedposed, uninterested, and distant. Now, however, his eyes betrayed a longing that made her pulse race! Eloise felt a flush of heat rising in her body, her own desire igniting at the sight of his intense reaction. Lucian was no longer the boy she had known; there was something decidedly more male, more primal, in the way he responded to her now. The realization that he was finally showing such overt attraction made her skin tingle with anticipation. It was as if he had awakened to the sensual games she loved to y, and this shift only heightened her own arousal. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, reflecting the charged atmosphere between them. Eloise could feel the electricity of his desire, and it made her grip on his arm tighten slightly, a subtle sign of her pleasure at his reaction. The warmth of his body against hers, coupled with the way he drank in her every move, created a heady mix of attraction and promise. For the first time, she felt a shared hunger that made the air around them crackle with unspoken possibilities. Her lust was only heightened when she realized how intensely her nephew was reacting to her touch. Soon they approached a set of grand doors guarded by two imposing figures in ck, intricately designed armor. The guards stood motionless, their eyes hollow and unseeing, like puppets awaitingmands. Their armor, polished to a dark gleam, was adorned with ornate silver patterns that resembled twisted vines and skull motifs, perfectly matching the grim purpose of their existence. Eloise gave the guards a curt nod, and they responded immediately, opening the heavy doors in eerie unison without uttering a word. Lucian noted the lifelessness in their eyes, the sheer void that spoke of a life snuffed out and repurposed for servitude. "They¡¯re death guards," Eloise exined as she led him through the doorway, "raised solely for protecting the Royalty. They don¡¯t speak unless required to ry information, so you can safely ignore them." She offered Lucian a reassuring smile before the doors closed behind them with a decisive click. Lucian nced back at the imposing figures, their lifeless eyes and imposing armor sparking his curiosity. "They are interesting! Why don¡¯t I have a few of these for myself?" he asked, his tone half-serious, half-yful. Eloise chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Do you think it¡¯s that easy to raise them?" she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and caution. "Finding suitable candidates alone is a daunting task. The process is grueling, and even then, only one in ten survives. Many perish, their bodies unable to withstand the transformation. It¡¯s a costly endeavor, not just in resources, but in lives." She gave him a pointed look, her eyes narrowing slightly. "They aren¡¯t not something you can simply order up like some fine wine." Lucian considered her words as the doors closed behind them with a decisive click. The room they entered wasvish and inviting, draped in deep crimson and gold, with velvet curtains that framed tall windows. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting light that glimmered off polished wood furniture and delicate crystal decanters. The scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of aged wine and leather-bound books that lined the walls. It was a room designed forfort and discretion, a space where secrets could be shared without fear of prying ears. Eloise guided Lucian to a plush sofa upholstered in burgundy velvet, her hand lingering on his arm as she gestured for him to sit. The touch was electric, sending a ripple of awareness through him. She sat beside him, close enough that their thighs brushed, her gown pooling around her like liquid silk. She reached for a crystal decanter on the low table in front of them, pouring a rich, dark red wine into two sses. The deep red liquid swirled in the ss, catching the light in a way that was almost hypnotic. Eloise handed Lucian one of the sses, her fingers brushing his as she did. She took a slow sip of her own, her eyes never leaving his as she savored the taste. "I¡¯m really d you came, nephew," she said softly, her voice a velvet caress, "it¡¯s been too long since west saw each other." She set her ss down and turned to face him, her hand resting lightly on his knee. The touch was gentle, almost casual, but Lucian felt the heat of it spreading through him like fire. She leaned in closer, her smile soft but sly. "Last time, at the banquet, you barely let me near you. I couldn¡¯t even give you a hug. Do you have any idea how sad that made me?" Lucian nced at her, a smirk ying on his lips. He took a sip from his ss, savoring the taste before setting it down. His gaze lingered on her, amusement flickering in his eyes. "¡¯I¡¯ was young and naive back then," he said, his toneced with mock seriousness, "¡¯I¡¯ didn¡¯t realize you were so... genuinely worried about ¡¯me¡¯." He let the words hang, his voice teasing as if he¡¯d nearly said something else entirely. Eloise raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of feigned hurt and humor, "you always were a bit too guarded, Lucian. Never letting me close." Lucian chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maybe I was just too blind to see how much you cared," he replied, leaning in slightly, "or maybe I didn¡¯t know you had such a... generous side." He stopped short, catching himself, his smirk growing wider, "but I¡¯m starting to ¡¯see¡¯ it now." His eyes, however, betrayed the hunger that simmered just beneath the surface, the undeniable pull he felt toward the woman beside him. Eloise¡¯s lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes narrowing in yful delight. "My, my! When did you be such a flirtatious boy? I never expected this from you," she teased, her fingers tracing small circles on his knee, sending jolts of heat through his body, "what can I do for you, my little prince?" Lucian leaned closer, his gaze traveling over her with a boldness that spoke of his growing desires. "Well, there¡¯s something I¡¯ve been meaning to ask you for quite some time," he said, his voice low and edged with a seductive purr. He let his eyes linger on her chest, the generous swell of her breasts straining against the tight confines of her dress. Eloise arched an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "What do you mean, nephew? I would be honored to help you with anything," she replied, her toneced with anticipation. She shifted slightly, her hand moving up to rest on his shoulder, her touch firm and confident. "Oh! anything, you say!?" Lucian¡¯s voice dropped lower, a hint of wickedness creeping into his tone as he lifted a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers grazed the soft skin of her neck, drawing a slight shiver from her. "Are you sure you can handle it!?" Eloise¡¯s breath hitched slightly, her pupils dting with excitement. "You know, Lucian," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper as she leaned in, her sweet breath warm against his skin. "Since we¡¯re talking about favors¡­ I think there¡¯s something I¡¯d like you to do for me, too," her eyes sparkled with a dangerous light, the tension between them thickening like a charged storm. Lucian¡¯s intrigue deepened, his smile turning devilishly sharp. "Oh? And here I thought I was the oneing to ask for favors," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers, the tension between them so thick it felt like a maic pull neither could resist. His eyes, dark with a mix of mischief and lust, roamed her face before locking onto hers, the heat in his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. "But if there¡¯s something you need, my dear Aunt," Lucian whispered, his voice dripping with seductive promise, "you know I¡¯m always eager to please." Chapter 28: Aunt Eloise (4) [Eloise¡¯s Illustration] ... Eloise¡¯s smile faltered as she processed Lucian¡¯s words. Her voice took on a teasing, yet slightly reproachful tone. "Oh, my dear nephew," she said, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and feigned disappointment, "you can¡¯t just y with people¡¯s emotions like that and expect them to be pleased." Her fingers began tracing the lines of his palm, her touch deliberate and slow, sending a jolt of electricity between them. Lucian¡¯s gaze met hers with a knowing, dark smile. He intertwined his fingers with hers, his thumb moving in anguid, almost possessive caress over her knuckles. Eloise¡¯s breath hitched at the intimate gesture, the warmth of his touch igniting a wave of heat that made her acutely aware of the direction their flirtation was taking. "You know, aunt," Lucian murmured, his voice a velvety whisperced with seduction, "it¡¯s not about games. I¡¯m simply exploring... possibilities." His crimson eyes locked onto hers, a dark allure simmering just beneath hisposed exterior. Eloise felt her heartbeat quicken, caught between the thrilling edge of his words and the dangerous dance they were performing. "Possibilities?" she echoed, her voice dripping with sultriness as she traced her thumb in slow, circr motions on his wrist. The touch was light yet suggestive, making her words seem like a provocative challenge. "If you¡¯ve always been so curious, Lucian, then why did you keep me at arm¡¯s length, never allowing me in? I wanted more time with you, but you always remained guarded. It was frustrating, watching you push me away." Lucian chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering, a mixture of amusement and dark promise in his eyes. "Perhaps I was simply waiting for the right opportunity," he replied, his voice a purring caress. "And I believe this moment might be exactly what we both need!" His words sent a shiver down Eloise¡¯s spine, the heat of his breath creating a tantalizing tickle against her skin. Turning to face him fully, their noses were nearly touching, the tension between them palpable. She flushed with desire and lust, her pulse racing at the mere thought of his lips brushing against hers. Lucian¡¯s crimson eyes were dark with a blend of mischief and lust, drawing her further into the maic pull of his gaze. His proximity and the burning intensity of his stare were dangerously intoxicating. Without warning, Lucian suddenly leaned in, his movements deliberate and unhurried! His lips brushed against the corner of her mouth, a fleeting touch that sent a thrill racing through her. The brief contact was electric, sparking a flood of sensations that left her breathless. Before she could react, Lucian¡¯s tongue darted out, tracing the lingering taste of the wine on her lips with a slow, deliberate lick. The sensation was both surprising and intimately personal, a deliberate invasion of her senses that made her gasp softly. Eloise¡¯s eyes widened, her breath catching as she felt the unexpected yet seductive touch of his tongue. The wine¡¯s sweetness mingled with a hint of bitterness, the warmth of his breath creating a vor that was uniquely intoxicating. Thebination of sensations left her reeling, her pulse racing as Lucian¡¯s lips hovered tantalizingly close to hers. "This wine tastes delightful," Lucian murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine. He pulled back just enough to let his words linger in the air, the space between them charged with unspoken desire. "The wine is sweet indeed, but there¡¯s something about ¡¯it¡¯ that makes it even more enticing." Eloise¡¯s cheeks flushed with warmth at hisment, her breath catching as the implication of his words sank in. "How could you!?" she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of reproach, "I¡¯m your aunt!!" Lucian¡¯s smile remained, though it took on a darker edge. "I just thought that drop of wine near your lips might ruin your dress," he replied with feigned innocence. "After all, it wouldn¡¯t do for such an exquisite garment to be spoiled," his tone was light, but the underlying seduction was clear. Eloise¡¯s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by his sudden boldness. The provocative edge to his words sent a taboo thrill through her, stirring emotions she had tried to suppress, her breath catching in her throat as the moment wrapped around them like a velvet shroud. "You¡¯re full of surprises today," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper, "I never imagined you¡¯d be this daring." Lucian¡¯s chuckle was a dark, low rumble that reverberated through her. "There¡¯s a lot you don¡¯t know about me, aunt," he replied, his tone heavy with dark promise. His eyes challenged her, daring her toe closer, "but I¡¯m more than willing to show you¡­ if you¡¯re ready." Eloise¡¯s fingers wandered to his thigh, her touch slow and deliberately teasing. Lucian tensed as her fingers inched higher, brushing dangerously close to his inner thigh in what felt like a calcted move masked as an ident. His breath hitched, his body reacting to the suggestive, light touch. "I¡¯ve always wanted to be closer to you, Lucian," she murmured, her voice a soft, seductive whisper as her fingers continued their teasing journey, "but you were always so elusive. It was like you didn¡¯t trust me..." She leaned in, her lips brushing the edge of his ear as she whispered, "but now it seems you¡¯re finally letting go." Lucian¡¯s desire intensified at her words. He leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe with a feathery touch. "You have no idea what I want, aunt," he said, his voice dripping with dark promise ¡ª almost like a whisper from the devil, "and I think you might be in for a surprise!" He trailed his fingers along her jaw, the touch light and exploratory, as if mapping out a new forbidden territory. Her skin was impossibly soft, and wless. It felt as though the slightest pressure could bruise her, as if a mere touch might draw blood. His gaze grew darker, a smoldering intensity in his crimson eyes as his hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing lightly but insistently against the curve of her voluptuous hip. He pulled her even closer, eliminating the space between them until their bodies nearly touched, the air thick with seductive tension that was impossible to ignore. Eloise didn¡¯t resist; instead, she shifted her position subtly, allowing her hips to align morefortably with his. The movement was graceful and deliberate, a silent invitation that sent a thrill through Lucian. Her body pressed against him, her soft curves molding against his frame as if she was weing the closeness without reservation. Her ample breasts pressed against his chest, the warmth and fullness of them palpable through the thin fabric of her gown. Each subtle movement caused her cleavage to swell and shift, the delicate material barely containing her as her t!ts threatened to spill out. Her breath quickened, her eyes locked onto his with a knowing glimmer, acknowledging the pull between them without hesitation. "Maybe I was holding back," he murmured, his voice low and edged with intent, each word dripping with the promise of what he could no longer deny, "but you¡¯re making it very difficult to resist." Eloise tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a yful challenge as she leaned into his touch, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Her breath was warm against his cheek, and the scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering notes of wine, creating a heady mix that made his senses swim. "You¡¯re really growing up, my little Prince," she teased, her voice sultry as her fingers wandered closer, brushing against the edges of his shirt in a soft, teasing caress that sent a shiver down his spine, "but are you sure you can handle this?" Lucian¡¯s hands slid further down, his grip tightening as he explored the full, soft curve of her curvaceous a*s. His fingers sank into her flesh, feeling the supple warmth beneath his touch. The sensation was intoxicating ¡ª her skin like silk, pliant under his grip, each squeeze met with the yielding softness that made his pulse quicken. The fullness of her a*s pressed against his palm, his hands sinking into her softness as though they were made to hold her there, to keep her close and at his mercy. Eloise didn¡¯t pull away; instead, she readjusted herself slightly again, pressing even closer to him, the curve of her well-rounded hip fitting perfectly into his hands as if inviting him to explore further. Her body responded to his touch, arching subtly, allowing him to feel the entirety of her plush curves under his possessive grip. Her breath hitched, a soft, breathless sound escaping her lips as she relished the way his fingers sank into her, the sensation of his touch sending sparks of heat coursing through her. Lucian¡¯s gaze never left hers, and the dark intensity in his eyes unwavering as he held her. The softness of her motherly a*s, the way it filled his grasp, only fueled the hunger building within him, urging him to pull her even closer, to im the space between thempletely. He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "I can handle more than you think, aunt Eloise." Eloise¡¯s smile widened, her fingers curling into his shirt as she felt the insistent pressure of his hands against her busty a*s, his grip both firm and filled with a barely restrained hunger. She could feel the way he held her, her heart raced, the heat between them bing almost unbearable as she allowed herself to sink into the moment, her own boundaries blurring under the weight of his growing lust. "The real question, aunt Eloise, is whether you can handle me," he leaned in, their lips just a breath apart, the air thick with unspoken desire. Eloise¡¯s heart raced, every idental brush of their hands, every lingering nce pushing them to the brink of crossing an unspoken line. Just as the tension between them seemed ready to explode, a sudden, sharp knock jolted them both. Knock! knock! The sound rang through the room, piercing the heady, seductive atmosphere that enveloped them, pulling them abruptly back from the brink of their simmering passion. Chapter 29: Aunt, Thats Not My Hand Youre Holding!! [R18] {Edited} Lucian¡¯s crimson eyes widened in surprise as the sound didn¡¯te from the door but seemed to resonate from somewhere within the room itself. The unexpected intrusion sliced through the thick, lustful air between them, pulling both him and Eloise from the edge of their mutual desire. The knocking reverberated again, more insistent this time, and Eloise¡¯s expression twisted with irritation, her lips tightening as she silently cursed the poor timing. Her eyes, which moments ago were brimming with lust, now shed with frustration, the question clear in her mind ¡ª ¡¯Why now, of all times!?¡¯ Eloise quickly assessed the situation, her mind racing to find a way to hide Lucian before the visitor could enter. Her movements were hurried as she reached for Lucian, intending to pull him towards the massive oak desk in the middle of her room. But in her haste, her handnded ¡¯identally¡¯ on the hard bulge straining against his trousers. Her fingers tightened reflexively, squeezing the impressive girth of his c*ck! She paused, seemingly savoring the feel of its heat and thickness through the fabric. Lucian¡¯s breath hitched at the unexpected, intimate contact. Eloise¡¯s eyes gleamed, before narrowing with a yful smirk as she continued to grip him, her fingers pressing together with a teasing squeeze. "Aunt," Lucian breathed, his voice low and tinged with dark amusement, "that¡¯s not my hand you¡¯re holding!!" Eloise¡¯s gaze flicked up to meet his, her surprise quickly melting into a flirtatious boldness. Instead of letting go, she tightened her grip, her thumb tracing the outline of his length with deliberate slowness, sending a shiver through him. "I know," she whispered, her voice a soft, sultry tease, "it feels like you¡¯ve grown up quite a bit, my little prince!" Lucian¡¯s eyes darkened with a mix of lust and annoyance, "if you keep holding on like that, aunt, we won¡¯t make it to hiding." She chuckled softly, savoring the way his cock throbbed in her hand, her grip lingering just a moment longer before she finally let go. "Maybe we should finish what we startedter," she murmured, her voice dripping with promise as she guided him towards the desk, her touch grazing his hip suggestively. Eloise swiftly pushed him down, guiding him under the desk with a firm shove. The desk was a grand piece of craftsmanship, its dark wood polished to a deep sheen that reflected the flickering candlelight. Heavy, ornately carved panels ran down the sides, creating a perfect concealment that hid Lucianpletely from view once he was tucked beneath. Lucian squeezed into the tight space, his back pressed against the smooth wood, the rich scent of polished oak mingling with the faint perfume of Eloise¡¯s presence. Above him, Eloise straightened herself and took a seat in her high-backed leather chair, her expression quickly shifting to one of calm control. Knock! Knock! The knocking continued, each impatient rap echoing through the room, signaling the growing frustration of the visitor. She reached under the desk and then tapped a hiddentch. With a soft, almost inaudible click, a section of the wall behind her slid open, revealing a shadowy passageway shrouded in darkness. Eloise knew exactly who wasing; after all only one person had ess to that secret passage. She leaned back, her demeanor cool and unbothered, though the flicker of irritation at the interruption remained. From the hidden passage, a hooded figure emerged, cloaked in a heavy, dark robe with the hood drawn low, obscuring their face. Lucian, from his vantage point beneath the desk, watched intently, his pulse quickening. As the figure stepped into the light, they pulled back their hood, revealing the stern,manding face of Augustine ¡ª one of Emperor¡¯s trusted aids. Eloise had anticipated the Emperor¡¯s visit, so Augustine¡¯s appearance was somewhat unexpected but not entirely surprising given his position as one of the Emperor¡¯s trusted aides. Eloise¡¯s pulse quickened as Augustine entered her chambers, his presence both an intrusion and a test of herposure. She had expected an interruption but not one so persistent. She watched Augustine carefully, maintaining her poised demeanor as he took a seat across from her, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Under the desk, hidden from view, Lucian waited silently, his anticipation mounting as he listened to the exchange above. Augustine¡¯s gaze flickered over the half-filled wine sses, his brows knitting together in suspicion. "Princess Eloise," he began, his tone cool and edged with authority, "His Majesty has sent me to ensure there are no¡­ improper dealings. He expects your presence shortly for an important discussion before your departure. One must not forget, Lucian is still but a child." Eloise met Augustine¡¯s scrutiny with aposed smile, though the flicker of annoyance in her eyes betrayed her. She crossed her legs, letting the fabric of her gown shift provocatively. "Prince Lucian merely stopped by to bid me farewell," she replied smoothly, "his visit was entirely innocent." Beneath the desk, Lucian bristled at Augustine¡¯s words, the sting of being dismissed as a child kindling his desire to assert himself. His eyes glimmered with a mix of defiance and lust as he reached down, grasping his thick, pulsing c*ck. He guided it toward Eloise¡¯s foot, feeling her sole¡¯s warmth press against him. The unexpected sensation made her gasp in surprise. As she registered its size and the intimate contact, she hesitated for a moment. Then, with a mix of curiosity and intrigue, she began to stroke his d!ck with slow, deliberate movements, the new sensations sending shivers through both of them. He swelled in her grasp, his fat c*ck twitching against her skin as she silently responded to Augustine¡¯s condescension. Eloise¡¯s smile grew sly, her voiceced with yful sarcasm. "Oh, Augustine," she said, her tone light but dripping with irony, "Lucian is hardly a child anymore. He¡¯s shown remarkable growth¡­ in many aspects." Augustine¡¯s confusion was evident, hisck of understanding apparent. Eloise, with a yful smirk, shifted her attention. Eloise¡¯s smirk deepened as she adjusted her position, her legs moving from a modest crisscross to spreading slightly apart, catching Lucianpletely off guard. His eyes widened at the sight of her bare p*ssy, hidden just enough by the wild, golden curls that matched the color of her hair, as she began to use both of her legs, ¡ª her movements deliberate and intimate beneath the desk. The thick strands obscured the full view, creating an enticing mess that only added to the allure. Yet through the tangle, he caught glimpses of her slick, glistening folds, already wet and inviting. The center of her p*ssy glistened with her wetness, the slick sheen catching the candlelight, highlighting the gentle curves and inviting crevices of her most intimate parts. The arousal pooled at her entrance, a small glistening droplet clinging to the edge of her lips before trailing down to dampen the plush, golden curls. Lucian¡¯s mouth watered at the sight, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch, to feel the silken heat of her wet c*nt. The scent of jasmine wafted up, sweet and intoxicating, mixing with the heady musk of her arousal, teasing his senses and making his breath hitch. Lucian¡¯s pulse raced, his gaze drawn to the wetness that clung to her delicate petals, hinting at her readiness. Hidden beneath the desk, Lucian¡¯s fingers traced along the edges of Eloise¡¯s slick, inviting folds. He spread her open with gentle precision, revealing her glistening flower, the petals a delicate, blushing pink partially obscured by the shadows. Her intimate folds shimmered, wet and inviting, a sight that made Lucian¡¯s mouth water with anticipation. Unable to resist anymore, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. He dragged it slowly along the outer lips, savoring the mix of sweet musk and sharp tang that made his c*ck throb harder against Eloise¡¯s foot. Eloise¡¯s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to Lucian¡¯s touch. She fought to keep herposure as his tongue worked its way deeper, sliding over her swollen clit withnguid, teasing strokes. The sensation sent a rush of heat through her, making her toes curl as she tried to maintain the fa?ade of calmness in front of Augustine. Lucian¡¯s fingers explored further, brushing against the soft, downy hairs framing Eloise¡¯s entrance. He slid one finger inside her c*ck-hole, feeling the tight, wet heat as her inner walls clenched around him. The sensation was electric, each gentle thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through her core. He curled his finger slightly, pressing against the spot that made her hips jerk and her breaths grow shallow. The wet, slick sounds of his movements ¡ª schlick, schlick, schlick ¡ª filled the hidden space beneath the desk, mingling with the quiet hum of Augustine¡¯s ongoing ¡¯lecture¡¯. Lucian¡¯s free hand wandered lower, his fingers circling the tight ring of her rose-coloured a*shole. He rubbed it gently, teasing the sensitive area with slow, deliberate motions. Eloise¡¯s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she struggled to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The dual sensation of Lucian¡¯s fingers and tongue drove her to the brink, her body tensing as she fought to maintain herposure. She adjusted her position slightly, spreading her legs more to give Lucian better ess. He responded eagerly, his tongue swirling around her clit in rhythmic, insistent strokes that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her. Eloise¡¯s foot pressed harder against Lucian¡¯s d!ck, her toes curling possessively around his girth as she stroked him with increasing fervor as they moved up and down. With one leg, she maintained a steady, rhythmic pressure, her toes moving up and down in a deliberate, sensual cadence. Her other leg was used to tenderly caress the sensitive underside of his shaft, the soft, deliberate strokes contrasting with the firmer pressure of her toes. Her thumb traced gently along the back of his mushroom head, applying light, teasing pressure while her toes continued their steady rhythm. As she carefully massaged his balls with a practiced touch, her movements became more purposeful and attentive, amplifying the sensation with each deliberate motion. She could feel the heat of his flesh, the way his shaft throbbed with each pulse, her movements coaxing more pre-c*m to spill from his tip, smearing against her soft skin. "Is there anything else, Lord Augustine?" Eloise asked, her voice edged with a hint of breathlessness that she quickly masked with a forced cough. The advisor¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, noting the faint sheen of sweat on her brow and the slightlybored quality of her breathing. "Are you certain you¡¯re alright, mydy? You seem¡­ distracted," Augustine observed, his suspicion sharpening. Eloise managed a strained smile, her voice tight as she fought to keep her response steady. "I¡¯m perfectly fine, Lord Augustine. Just¡­ dealing with a rather inconvenient moment. Nothing that warrants concern." Beneath the desk, Lucian¡¯s tongue worked faster, his mouth pressing tightly around Eloise¡¯s clit as he sucked with increasing urgency. Hepped at her with fervor, drawing out soft gasps from Eloise that she struggled to contain. Her body quivered, her muscles tightening as she edged closer to release. She clenched her creamy thighs around Lucian¡¯s head, her foot sliding faster along his c*ck as the wet, obscene sounds of their hidden intimacy ¡ª slurp, slurp, schlick ¡ª grew louder. Eloise¡¯s grip on the armrest tightened, her nails digging into the wood as she fought to suppress the moan that bubbled up in her throat. The pleasure built to a crescendo, her orgasm crashing over her with a fierce intensity that made her muscles clench and her breath catch. Lucian didn¡¯t stop, his tongue and fingers working her through the waves of her climax, drawing out everyst bit of pleasure as she trembled beneath his touch. Her foot slowed, her strokes bing morenguid as she came down from her high. She leaned back in her chair, her breathsing in shallow, uneven pants as she struggled topose herself. Lucian, still hidden beneath the desk, continued to gently lick her p*ssy, savoring the lingering taste of her c*m as Eloise fought to regain herposure in front of the oblivious Augustine. Chapter 30: I Want To Take You Here... [R18] The door creaked open, barely a whisper against thevishly adorned walls. A figure, cloaked in darkness, moved silently into the room. The dim light flickered off the rich tapestries and golden ents, casting an almost eerie glow across the room¡¯s opulence. A young man, his hair a striking cascade of golden strands, was absorbed in a tome bound in dark leather. The book, ancient and intricately detailed, spoke of past rulers and their legacies. His eyes, sharp and reflective, seemed to harbor a restless ambition that contrasted with the serene surroundings. The intruder moved with an ethereal grace, his dark cloak merging with the shadows that danced along the room¡¯s richly decorated walls. He was a specter of secrecy, his presence barely discernible amidst the luxurious surroundings. As he approached, the room¡¯s atmosphere seemed to grow denser, charged with an air of silent menace. The young man¡¯s sharp eyes tracked the figure¡¯s movements with the precision of a hawk. He closed the book slowly, his expression unreadable as he waited for the figure to speak. "My lord," the man¡¯s voice was a mere whisper, but it cut through the stillness like a knife, "I bring news of Prince Lucian." Julius¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Go on," hemanded, his voice low but edged with an undercurrent of tension. The figure stepped closer, his presence like a shadow sliding across the room, "Prince Lucian visited Princess Eloise¡¯s residence this morning. He spent some time there before returning to his own Pce." A moment of silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken implications. Julius¡¯s mind raced as he processed the information. Lucian¡¯s visit to Eloise was unexpected, and its timing seemed almost too coincidental. His thoughts churned with the possibilities of what this encounter could mean, the room¡¯s opulence suddenly feeling like a cage of impending doom. Julius¡¯s face was a mask of calm, but beneath the surface, his mind was a tempest of intrigue and paranoia. What could Lucian have sought from aunt Eloise? Julius¡¯s gaze turned steely, his resolve hardening. The Throne was a coveted prize, but every shadow, every whisper of conspiracy could jeopardize his ascent. He needed to stay vignt and uncover any hidden agendas that might threaten his ambitions. "Continue to monitor the situation," Julius said, his voice icy and deliberate, "inform me of any further developments. I must ensure that nothing jeopardizes my path to the Throne." The figure bowed in reverence and melted back into the shadows, leaving Julius alone with his dark thoughts. "So," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a tone of both curiosity and underlying authority, "has your gaze finally turned toward the Throne, Lucian? Are you preparing to challenge what I am destined to inherit?" He let the words hang in the air, the weight of his unspoken role heavy upon him. The flicker of candlelight in his eyes betrayed a simmering mix of intrigue and strategic calction. ... "Ahh... Mmh... Ahh... Ha... Mmh! Mmph!" Isabe¡¯s sweet voice filled the room as her lithe body rocked back and forth, driven by the unrelenting thrusts of the young man behind her. Her delicate hands gripped the white bed-sheets, her blue hair syed across her back, glistening with sweat. She was breathtakingly beautiful ¡ª soft, wless skin that flushed a delicate pink under the heat of their passion, her deep blue eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and her ample breasts bouncing with each deep plunge. Every breath she took was a gasp, every moan was a cry of pure ecstasy as she surrendered herselfpletely to the young man¡¯s insatiable appetite. A demonically handsome young man, tall and lean, with his long, flowing white hair cascading down his back, wore an expression of dark delight on his pale face. His blood-red eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger as he drove his massive, throbbing c*ck into her with relentless force, ¡ª the thick, rigid d!ck stretching her tight c*nt to its limits. His hips moved with a steady, powerful rhythm, mming into her plump a*s, the wet sounds of their union echoing throughout the room. Each time he thrust into her, his balls pped against her soaked, trembling folds, dripping with their mixed fluids, adding to the slick mess that covered the sheets. Who else could it be if not her brother who gave her pleasure!? "F*ck... You¡¯re so tight, Isabe... So perfect... You love it, don¡¯t you? Being filled up by your own brother?" Lucian¡¯s voice was a low, taunting growl, his grip tightening around her voluptuous hips as he pounded into her from behind. He loved the way she quivered beneath him, every part of her reacting to his touch, to his every movement. Her cries were a symphony to his ears, a sweet, sinful melody that only spurred him to f*ck her harder, deeper. The once innocent, cold-hearted Princess became a desperate sl*t, addicted to her brother¡¯s c*ck, craving his rough, forbidden touch constantly. "Ahh... Yes! Mmm... I love it... I love it, Lucian... Ahh, f*ck me more!" Isabe cried out, her voice breathy and desperate as she pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust. She was on all fours like a farm animal, her body offered up willingly, eagerly, her hips arching higher to take him in even deeper. The sensation of his thick, pulsing dragon filling her up sent shivers of delight through her entire body. Her mind was a blur of pleasure, every nerve alight with the electric thrill of their forbidden act. Her brother¡¯s hands roamed her body, squeezing and fondling her breasts roughly, his fingers tweaking her pink nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Isabe¡¯s back arched, her cherry lips parting in a loud moan as he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You want me to f*ck you harder? Tell me how much you want it. Beg for it, Isabe," Lucian demanded, his voice dripping with arrogance, his thrusts bing even more intense. "Please, Lucian... Ahh... I need you... I need you to f*ck me harder... Fill me up... Stretch me... Mphh, I¡¯m your sl*t... Your wh*re... F*ck me like you own me... Ahh!" Isabe¡¯s pleas were frantic, her body moving of its own ord as she pushed herself back onto him, desperate for more. She loved the way he took control, the way he used her body to satisfy his desires. There was no shame, no guilt ¡ª only the all-consuming heat of their shared lust. Lucian smirked at her words, his pace quickening, each thrust rough and deep, pushing her to the edge of her sanity. "That¡¯s right... You belong to me, Isabe. Only I can f*ck you like this. Only I can make you feel this way," he growled, his hips mming into her a*s with a brutal rhythm that made her toes curl. Her breasts swung wildly with every powerful thrust, her moans turning into high-pitched screams of pleasure as she lost herselfpletely to the sensation. Isabe didn¡¯t know what had happened after Lucian visited aunt Eloise, but even since he came, he had been f*cking her like a cheap wh*re. For the past two days, Lucian had ravaged every inch of her body ¡ª her sweet, innocent face, her heaving chest, her wet, weing p*ssy. There wasn¡¯t a part of her he hadn¡¯t imed, marked with his touch, his taste. He had taken her mouth, her p*ssy, soaking her armpits, given her facial, and even the space between her t!ts, using her like the perfect ything she was. But there was one ce he hadn¡¯t yet ventured, one final taboo that still remained untouched. "Your p*ssy feels so good, Isabe... So f*cking tight... But do you know what I want?" Lucian whispered, his voice husky with desire. His hands slid down to her a*s, spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her most secret entrance. "I want to take you here... I want to f*ck your sh!thole, too. You want that, don¡¯t you, my pretty little sl*t?" Isabe shuddered at his words, her breath hitching. Her mind was hazy, lost in the fog of her brother¡¯s relentless thrusting, and the thought of him taking her there sent a thrill through her that she couldn¡¯t deny. "Ahh, Lucian... Yes... I want it... Take me... Take my a*s, too... Please, just f*ck me everywhere... I¡¯m yours... All yours..." Lucian chuckled darkly, his blood-red eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Soon... But not yet, sister. This ce needs a bit more loosening. But for now, I¡¯m going to make you c*m like this. I want you squeeze my c*ck until you can¡¯t take it anymore," he said, his voice full of wicked promise. He pounded into her harder, faster, his c*ck driving into her dripping crack with brutal force. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, making her perky breasts bounce and her voice break into breathless gasps and whimpers. "Ahhh, f*ck... Oh god, Lucian... I¡¯m c*mming... I¡¯M C*MMINGGGGGG...!" Isabe screamed, her body shaking violently as she reached her climax. Her p*ssy mped down on his c*ck, squeezing him tight as waves of pleasure washed over her, her juices gushing around his hardness. Lucian groaned deeply, feeling her spasm around him, his own climax building rapidly. With a final, powerful thrust, Lucian buried himself balls deep inside her, his d!ck twitching as he released his hot, thick seeds into her waiting womb. Spurt~ Spurt~ "F*ck... Take it all, Isabe... Everyst drop...," he growled, his hips grinding against her a*s as he emptied himself inside her. His hot c*m filled her up, mixing with her own fluids and dripping out of her, staining the sheets beneath them. Isabe copsed onto the bed, her body trembling, her breathing in ragged gasps. Her c*ckhole throbbed, still stretched and dripping from their intense session, her legs spread wide, exposing her gaping, puffy c*nt. "Lucian... Please... I can¡¯t... I¡¯m so tired... My p*ssy needs a break..." she moaned, her voice weak and pleading. Lucian sighed, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Alright, sister... You¡¯ve earned a rest," he murmured, his tone softer now. He gentlyid her down, spreading her creamy legs even wider to admire the sight of her thoroughly f*cked and satisfied. Her pink, swollen folds glistened, drenched in theirbined fluids, still pulsing from the aftermath of her intense climax. The thick, creamy c*m oozed down her inner thighs, slipping between her a*scheeks, and wetting her tight, untouched sh!thole, coating it in a slick mess... Chapter 31: Second Prince Drake [Half R18] Lucian wiped the sweat from his brow and reached for the ss of water on the bedside table. Taking a long sip, he nced at the clock, his thoughts drifting to thest few days. After two days of intense sessions with Isabe, he had finally given her some rest. Her blissful expression as shey sprawled on the bed was a testament to the pleasure he¡¯d bestowed upon her. Still, something else nagged at his mind ¡ª hisst visit to his aunt Eloise. ¡¯Everything was going smoothly¡­ until that sh!thead Augustine ruined everything,¡¯ he thought bitterly, clenching the ss in his hand. The memory of his encounter with Eloise lingered. He had been so close, just one step away from iming her, but Augustine¡¯s untimely visit had ruined it. ¡¯If that eunuch wasn¡¯t so damn clingy, I¡¯d have f*cked her by now,¡¯ Lucian mused darkly, the corner of his lips twitching in frustration. His thoughts were interrupted as his maid entered the room. She hade to ry a message he had sent earlier. Yesterday, he had ordered her to inquire whether Eloise would allow him to apany her on her uing business trip. The answer had finallye, and as the maid approached, Lucian¡¯s curiosity piqued. "My lord," the maid began, "Princess Eloise has agreed to your request. She will be leaving today, and you¡¯re to join her." Lucian smirked. So, the sl*t agreed after all. He had expected no less from his aunt, who had always harbored her own secrets and desires. With Augustine out of the picture for now, Lucian would have plenty of opportunities. Lucian turned his gaze to the maid, his dark red eyes gleaming with lust. She stood awkwardly, clearly hesitant to leave, her eyes darting toward Isabe¡¯s blissfully sleeping figure on the bed. Lucian noticed the way her gaze lingered on his harness, and the familiar gleam of lust flickered in her eyes. He raised an eyebrow, amused. It wasn¡¯t the first time she had served him, and by now, she knew what he liked. "Come, clean me off," Lucian said, his voicemanding as he stood from the bed, his cock still half-hard from the recent encounter with Isabe. The maid, blushing but eager, stepped forward and kneeled before him. Without hesitation, she began to clean him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his c*ck as she sucked greedily, eager to please. Lucian ced a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements with a firm grip. Her soft moans mixed with the wet sounds of her lips as she worked, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft, cleaning every inch. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth brought a smirk to Lucian¡¯s lips. "You¡¯ve been waiting for this, haven¡¯t you?" he muttered, his voice dripping with lust. The maid¡¯s only response was to bob her head faster, taking him deeper into her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the act of pleasing him, and Lucian watched with satisfaction as she swallowed him whole. Her eager tongue circled the fat tip of his c*ck, then moved lower, swirling over his balls as she tasted him, her eyes wide with arousal. Lucian relished the sight of her on her knees before him, his c*ck down her throat. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her chest heaved with the effort of pleasuring him. She was a dirty maid indeed, and Lucian was sure that this would not be thest time that she served him this way. Eventually, he could hold back no longer. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to piss in her mouth, filling her throat with the warm, salty liquid. The maid didn¡¯t pull back, instead she just opened her throat and took him even deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed. Gulp~ Gulp~ Her eyes rolled back as she took him deeper, drinking everything he had to offer. She didn¡¯t let a single drop spill from her mouth, not even a drop. When Lucian finished pissing, he pulled himself from her mouth, a thin stream of drool and piss still connecting his c*ck with her lips. The maid wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him, her face flushed with lust and need. "F*ck me, master," she whispered. Lucian did not have to be told twice. He grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the bed, lifting her skirts and revealing her wet c*nt. Without hesitation, he plunged his d!ck deep into her f*ckhole, thrusting hard and fast... ... Lucian, now fully dressed after his bath and ready for the day, left the chamber. He wore his princely attire ¡ª a dark, form-fitting robe with intricate gold embroidery along the sleeves and chest. The royal emblem of the empire was etched into the fabric, marking his status as the Fifth Prince. His long, flowing white hair fell in loose waves down his back, and his blood-red eyes shimmered with a dangerous gleam. As he exited his Pce¡¯s gate, he was greeted by the sight of three chariots lined up at the gates, each pulled by sleek ck horses with gold-embroidered bridles. The horses¡¯ eyes glimmered with a quiet power, their hooves stomping the ground impatiently. The royal guards, dressed in gleaming silver armor, stood at attention as Lucian approached. One of them bowed deeply and opened the door to the third chariot, indicating that it was his. But Lucian¡¯s attention wasn¡¯t on the guards. His eyes flickered to the Death Guards standing around the middle chariot, their ck armor casting a dark shadow over the courtyard. Their faces were hidden behind heavy helmets, but Lucian knew what they were ¡ª the lifeless soldiers he had seen guarding Eloise¡¯s ce. Their presence here confirmed that the middle chariot belonged to her. But, Who the hell is inside the first one? Lucian wondered. He hadn¡¯t been told of anyone else joining this journey, but the cement of the chariots implied something more was going on here. The first chariot, also finely decorated like the others, hinted at someone important ¡ª someone with enough influence to disrupt the usual order of things. Before Lucian could specte further, a sneering voice cut through the quiet air. "Well, well, look who finally decided to show up!" Lucian¡¯s head snapped toward the first chariot. From its window, Second Prince Drake¡¯s mocking face peeked through, a smug smirk curling on his lips. His dark hair was neatlybed back, his eyes gleaming with condescension as they locked onto Lucian. "Prince Lucian, gracing us with his oh-so-important presence," dressed in royal purple robes and oozing arrogance, Drake emphasized the word ¡¯Prince¡¯ with disdain, as though mocking Lucian¡¯s title. Lucian¡¯s brow furrowed as he red at his half-brother. Why the hell is this son of a b!tch here? Chapter 32: Second Prince Drake (2) The morning sun cast a pale glow over the Pce, the soft light giving the world an eerie stillness. A light-cold wind swept through, ruffling the banners and sending a chill down the spines of those gathered. Lucian stood unmoving near the royal carriages, his white hair flowing down his back like silk, catching the light in an almost ethereal way. Drake slowly stepped out, his golden hair shining in the early light. His presence, though regal, was met with silence. His green eyes gleamed as he caught sight of Lucian standing in the distance, his lips curling into a smirk as he sauntered over, a swagger in his step. "Ah, I was wondering why the wind was howling today," Drake said, his voice light with mockery, "turns out it was just you." Lucian barely nced at him, the cold smile never leaving his face, "and here I thought it was the stench of desperation blowing in from your direction." Drake¡¯s smirk didn¡¯t falter, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes, "always so serious, brother. Lighten up. This is a beautiful morning, isn¡¯t it? Perfect for a little outing." Lucian¡¯s gaze turned darker, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "outing? Or do you mean following me around like a loyal dog, Drake? Trying to find scraps to cling to?" Drake chuckled softly, waving a hand dismissively, e now, Lucian. No need to be so bitter. I was simply enjoying the sights." His grin widened. "Though I must say, with all this preparation, I thought something important might be happening. Now I see it¡¯s just... you." Lucian¡¯s smile grew sharper, "it¡¯s always amusing how you manage to delude yourself into thinking your presence means anything at all." Before Drake could retort, the sound of footsteps on stone interrupted them. Princess Eloise stepped down from her carriage, and the world seemed to pause. Her golden hair fell in soft waves down her back, glowing in the pale morning light like spun gold. She wore a deep crimson dress that clung to her mature figure in all the right ces, entuating the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. The neckline dipped just enough to reveal a tantalizing hint of her cleavage, and a slit ran high up her thigh, exposing smooth, pale skin with each step. The soft scent of jasmine wafted through the air as she approached, her gaze flicking between the two men. Lucian¡¯s eyes darkened with raw, unbridled lust the moment she came into view. His gaze roamed her body unapologetically, drinking in every detail ¡ª the soft curve of her hips, the subtle bounce of her breasts as she moved, the way her dress hugged her every contour. His d!ck stirred, memories of theirst encounter flooding his mind ¡ª the taste of her p*ssy, the way her breath hitched when he¡¯d had tasted her, making her writhing in pleasure. Eloise could feel Lucian¡¯s eyes on her, his intense gaze burning into her skin. A heat spread through her body, her pulse quickening under the weight of his desire. Her breath caught in her throat, and a soft, almost imperceptible shudder ran through her as a subtle warmth pooled between her thighs. The power he seemed to have over her ¡ª just with a look ¡ª made her both nervous and excited, her body betraying her mind. "Are you two at it again?" she asked, her voice light but with a hint of impatience, as if she hade to expect their constant squabbles. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, "just a bit of brotherly banter, aunt." Drake, still simmering from Lucian¡¯s earlier remarks, forced a smile, his attention shifting to Eloise. "Ah, aunt Eloise," he said smoothly, his voice taking on a charming lilt, "we were just discussing the beauty of the morning. Perhaps you¡¯d like to apany us?" Eloise smiled, but there was a hint of something sharper in her eyes as she looked at Drake. "Dear Drake," she said, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm, "weren¡¯t you here to enjoy the scenery? Why don¡¯t you take your time and... soak it all in?" Drake¡¯s smile froze, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. Lucian stifled a chuckle, enjoying the clear rejection Eloise had delivered with such poise. Lucian¡¯s gaze returned to Eloise, his eyes following the seductive sway of her hips as she moved closer. She turned to face him, her lips curving into a subtle, knowing smile as she caught the way his eyes trailed over her body. She lingered for a moment, her eyes meeting his, and Lucian could see the faint blush that crept up her neck, the way her chest rose and fell just a little faster. "Lucian," she said, her voice low and sultry, "join me. There¡¯s something we need to discuss... privately." Lucian¡¯s heart quickened at the invitation, his gaze still locked on the perfect curve of her hips as she turned toward her carriage. He followed, his footsteps deliberate, eyes still tracing the outline of her voluptuous figure. Drake¡¯s voice cut in once more, a trace of desperation behind his words, "may I join as well, aunt?" Eloise didn¡¯t even turn to look at him, "Drake, darling," she said, her tone dismissive yet sweet. "You¡¯re here to sightsee, remember? I wouldn¡¯t want to keep you from the views." Drake¡¯s face twisted with barely concealed rage as he watched Lucian approach the carriage. Lucian didn¡¯t even look back, his focus entirely on Eloise as the guard opened the carriage door for him. With a final smirk, Lucian climbed in, the door closing with a solid click behind him. Drake¡¯s green eyes burned with hatred as he stared after the departing carriage, his fists clenched at his sides. His lips curled into a twisted smile, his eyes darting toward the two guards standing motionless by his own chariot. Unlike the other royal guards, these two stood unnaturally still, their faces devoid of expression, their eyes empty and lifeless ¡ª The Death Guards. His ace. Drake¡¯s smile grew darker. He would wait. This game had only just begun, and soon enough, he would have his turn. ... Inside the chariot, The interior of the carriage was intimate,vishly appointed with plush velvet seats, deep burgundy in color, and rich golden embroidery running along the edges. Crystal windows adorned the sides, but as the carriage began to move, the window shades slowly descended, dimming the light and sealing off the outside world, cocooning them in a private, luxurious space. The air inside was heavy with the scent of polished wood and the subtle hint of perfume ¡ª jasmine, the same as Eloise¡¯s, intoxicating and heady. Lucian leaned back, his crimson eyes locked onto Eloise as she moved with effortless grace, settling into her seat across from him. Her gown, a deep shade of red that mirrored the wine she reached for, flowed elegantly over her curvaceous figure. The delicatece trim of her neckline teased at the soft skin beneath, offering him glimpses of her creamy cleavage. His gaze followed thecework, trailing down the bodice, lingering on the slit of her gown that exposed her shapely thigh ¡ª smooth, creamy, pale, and utterly tempting. Eloise, aware of his eyes on her, didn¡¯t rush. She poured the wine with deliberate care, her delicate fingers cradling the bottle with an elegance that only heightened her allure. "You were quite bold that day, weren¡¯t you?" she said softly, her voice a low purr as she filled two sses. With an elegant grace, she extended one ss to Lucian, her fingers brushing lightly against his as he epted it. His gaze remained fixed on her, unblinking, intense. He watched her every move ¡ª the way her lips curled into a sly smile, the subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath the intricatece of her gown ¡ª as he took a slow sip of the wine. The rich, velvety taste of the wine spread across his tongue, but his focus was entirely on her. "What exactly are you referring to, aunt?" he asked, his tone feigning innocence, though the amusement dancing in his crimson eyes was unmistakable. Eloise leaned back, her gaze sharpening as she studied him. Eloise didn¡¯t break the eye contact as her full lips parted in a yful smirk, and she took anguid sip from her own ss before setting it aside. Eloise¡¯s lips curved into a sultry smile, her voice soft butden with teasing lust, "not only did you bury your face between my legs under that desk and eat me out," she began, her tone sending a shiver through the dimly lit carriage, "but you even had the audacity to use my feet to relieve your own... ¡¯filthy desires¡¯." Her eyes glinted with yful mischief, reveling in the memory of their heated encounter. She took a slow sip of wine, savoring the taste as if it brought back the sensations of that forbidden moment, "that was rather daring. I never knew you had it in you." Lucian couldn¡¯t help but smile devilishly; her tone, the way she said it, only stoked the fire inside him ¡ª though his gaze flickered to the slit in her gown once more, revealing more of her soft, creamy skin. His c*ck twitched in his pants, memories of that night shing vividly in his mind ¡ª the taste of her on his tongue, the softness of her feet. He drank deeply from his wine, savoring the way the liquid burned down his throat, a mirror to the fire stirring inside him. "That was... quite the heated moment, aunt," Lucian¡¯s voice dripped with dark desire, his gaze slowly trailing up her body. His eyes gleamed with wicked amusement, lingering on the curves of her breasts and the bare skin exposed by the slit in her gown. "And if I recall currently, you were the one who slid your legs around me, practically begging to finish what we started. You weren¡¯t exactly shy about using them to get what you wanted." Eloise¡¯s smile deepened, wicked and knowing. She let her fingers trace the edge of her neckline, teasing the soft skin just below. "Oh, did I!?" she mused, her voice thick with sensuality, "hmmm, perhaps my legs had found something worth savoring... something I couldn¡¯t resist." Her fingers began to trace the neckline of her gown, slowly, teasingly. Lucian¡¯s eyes followed the movement, captivated by the way her fingers brushed against her own soft skin, gliding down the slope of her chest and into the deep valley between her motherly breasts. He could see the slight tremor in her hand, the way her breath hitched, and it sent a thrill through him. Her fingers paused just above the swell of her breasts, lingering, teasing. She looked up at him through hershes, her breath shallow, her bodynguage betraying the growing heat between them. Lucian¡¯s pulse quickened, his c*ck straining against his pants as the sight of her like this ¡ª on the edge of losing control ¡ª fueled his lust more. "I never thought my naive little nephew would have so much hidden skill," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Her fingers traced the curve of her ample breast, brushing against thece that barely contained her, "perhaps... you wouldn¡¯t mind showing me again?" Chapter 33: I Heard You Enjoy It Rough! [R18] As the chariot began to move, the gentle vibrations ran through the plush seats, subtly rocking the enclosed space. The soft hum of the wheels on the gravel road was almost hypnotic, but beyond the velvet-draped windows, not a single sound from within could be heard outside. The world was shut out, leaving Lucian and Eloise entirely alone in the dimly lit, intimate cabin. Lucian leaned back into the crimson velvet cushion, his crimson eyes never leaving Eloise. The gentle swaying of the carriage added a rhythm to their silence, the tension between them was thick with lust. He could see every slight movement she made, from the way her chest subtly rose and fell with each breath to how the low-cut gown clung to her curves, leaving little to his imagination. Eloise sat across from him, her creamy legs crossed with grace, and the deep slit in her gown revealed the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs. Thece trim of her neckline teased at the skin beneath, thecework soft and delicate. Lucian couldn¡¯t help but stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty and the way she moved ¡ª seductive, yet sensual, the fire burning between them only fueling their lust for each other. When Eloise uncrossed her legs, she did so slowly, deliberately, as though granting Lucian a gift. The fabric of her gown parted, the slit revealing even more of her creamy, smooth thighs. His breath caught as his eyes trailed up her legs, catching the faintest hint of her ckce underwear, barely hidden beneath the gown. Thece was thin, dark, hugging her intimately, and from his angle, he could see a teasing outline of her ¡¯camel toe¡¯. Just above thece, the faintest wisps of blonde hair were visible, a soft, natural growth that added an air of maturity and raw femininity. His crimson eyes watched her every movement, and he couldn¡¯t help but remember how she¡¯d tasted, how her skin had felt against his tongue ¡ª soft, sweet, forbidden. Her fingers slowly began to trace thece trim of her neckline, and he could see her chest rising and falling, her breathing shallow. Lucian¡¯s eyes glinted with dark amusement as he leaned in, his voice low and seductive. "If you want me to show you again, aunt," he whispered, the heat in his words unmistakable, "you only need to ask." Eloise¡¯s sultry eyes flickered with something dangerous, something wicked. She leaned forward, her full lips parting ever so slightly as she gazed at him. The dim light inside the carriage cast a sultry glow across her features, enhancing the allure of her flushed cheeks and the hunger that now shone in her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Lucian lifted the ss of wine to his lips, but instead of drinking, he let the rich liquid pool in his mouth. He watched her closely, noting how her breath quickened in anticipation, the rise and fall of her chest bing more pronounced beneath the thin fabric of her gown. Eloise¡¯s lips parted further, her tongue brushing lightly against them as she waited, her anticipation growing with each passing second. Lucian leaned in, his face inches from hers, the tension thick between them. His lips brushed hers softly at first, teasingly, before pressing harder. He tilted his head, the warmth of his body enveloping hers as the wine spilled from his mouth into hers. She gasped softly at the sensation, her tongue meeting his as they shared the rich taste of the wine, their mouths mingling not only with the liquid but with the heat of their desires. The kiss deepened, growing more intense with each passing second, and the wine mixed with their shared saliva, a decadent, forbidden blend of sweetness and lust. Mppphhh~ Eloise groaned softly as her tongue eagerly danced with his, her moans vibrating against his mouth as she swallowed the wine he fed her. The sensation of her lips, soft and wet, pressed against his sent a wave of heat through his entire body. He kissed her deeply, savoring the intoxicating mix of vors ¡ª the wine, her lips, the faint taste of desire that lingered on her tongue. As he pulled away, his lips still brushing against hers, the space between them filled with their mingled breaths. The air felt heavy,den with lust. Eloise¡¯s eyes fluttered open, her emerald gaze darkened with need, her breaths shallow and quick. But Lucian wasn¡¯t done. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers grazing the soft, exposed skin just above her hips. His lips hovered near her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You taste even better than the wine," he murmured against her ear, his voice a dangerous purr. Without hesitation, Eloise¡¯s hands moved on instinct, wrapping around Lucian¡¯s head, her fingers threading through his hair. The feel of his silky strands slipping through her fingers sent a wave of pleasure through her, a prelude to the kiss that she so desperately craved. She pulled him closer with an urgency that surprised even her, but Lucian didn¡¯t resist. His lips met hers in a searing kiss, their mouths colliding with a hunger that neither could deny. Her lips crashed against his, soft but demanding, the force of the kiss igniting a new fire between them. There was nothing gentle about the way their tongues tangled, the way her mouth devoured his. Eloise kissed him deeply, desperately, as though the taste of him was something she had been starved for, and now that she had it, she couldn¡¯t get enough. Her tongue swept against his, exploring every inch of his mouth, tasting the remnants of wine and the warmth of his saliva that mingled with her own. Lucian¡¯s grip on her waist tightened, his strong hands pulling her closer, guiding her until she was straddling him, her legs draped on either side of his thighs. Her body was light in his hands, soft and pliant, like a willow bending in the wind. Her skin felt warm beneath his touch, and he marveled at the contrast between her delicate softness and the hunger that burned so fiercely inside her. As she settled into hisp, the delicatece trim of her gown brushed against his inner thigh, the sensation sending an electric pulse through both of them. But it was the unmistakable hard c*ck beneath her that made Eloise gasp, her body shuddering with anticipation as she felt his fat mushroom head pressing against her. The pressure of him beneath her was both tantalizing and maddening, sending a wave of heat through her as she instinctively began to grind herself against him. Eloise moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips as her body trembled with desire. Her lips didn¡¯t part, but the moans grew louder, more insistent, as she pressed herself harder against him, seeking more of the delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Lucian¡¯s hands roamed over her body, cupping her motherly breasts through the fabric and running his fingers across her hardened nipples. Nhmmm~ Mphh~ Eloise moaned into his mouth, grinding against him, desperate for release. Lucian¡¯s hand slid ross her neckline, gently squeezing her neck as he bit down on her lip. As her breath hitched, Eloise¡¯s hands frantically beat against Lucian¡¯s broad shoulders, her fingers wing for release, but he only tightened his grip around her throat, savoring the sight of her wide, desperate eyes and flushed face. Her lips parted in a silent plea for air, the fluttering of her chest quickening, but Lucian¡¯s dark gaze remained fixed on her, reveling in her helplessness. shlurp~ lick~ His tongue wrapping around her pink tongue, and he sucked on it as he choked her. Eloise¡¯s muffled moans grew louder and louder, as she felt the heat surging in her lower abdomen, but theck of oxygen made her unable to breathe. But this only highlightened her sensitivity as Lucian continued to ravage her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and gripped it tightly to prevent her from moving her mouth as he continued to double assault her. Her eyes watery, her saliva rolling down her mouth, but her tongue continued her fight with Lucian¡¯s for dominance. As Lucian pulled away his mouth from her, her eyes were all watery, and she struggled to take a deep breath. Lucian¡¯s hands still holding her tightly, his lips curled into a smirk, "so, you like being choked, huh,?" His words sent shivers down her spine as she shook her head weakly, breathing heavily. Lucian raised an eyebrow in amusement, his crimson eyes darkening with desire, "but your body tells me otherwise." Eloise was gasping for air, her face flushed, her emerald eyes hazy with lust. Her hands were on his shoulders, her body pressed against his as she struggled to catch her breath. "Huff... Huhh... Y-you¡¯re so ro-rough..." Eloise gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips swollen and slick from their heated exchange. Lucian¡¯s smile took on a wicked edge. "I heard you enjoy it rough," he murmured, his tone dark and mocking. "What¡ª" she began to question, but before she could finish, Lucian sealed her lips with another intense, unyielding kiss, silencing her with a fierce demand that left no room for further words. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him as he tasted every inch of her of her mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Lucian¡¯s hands roamed over her curves, sliding along the smooth fabric of her gown, exploring every inch of her. His tongue flicked against hers, teasing and tantalizing as he slowly deepened the kiss. His hands slid down her neck, into her chest, cupping her breasts gently. Eloise gasped against his mouth, her back arching as he kneaded her tender flesh. Her breathing grew uneven, her skin flushed with heat as his fingers relentlessly worked over her. Her nipples jutted out sharply through thece of her gown, and he could feel the sensitive bumps of her ares under his touch. He continued to knead and squeeze her, savoring every reaction from her, the pleasure evident in her ragged breaths and flushed skin. She arched her back, her head tilting back to expose her neck as she moaned in pure pleasure. Lucian broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her throat, his tongue flicking over her creamy skin with a tantalizing touch. He bit down roughly on her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and sending jolts of intense sensation through her body. Ahhh~ Her moans grew louder as he savored the taste of her skin, his hands gripping her tighter, drawing out every quiver of pleasure from her. Chapter 34: Like What You See, Nephew? [R18] As Lucian pulled back, his lips slick with their mingled saliva, he reveled in the dark satisfaction of the bite marks marring Eloise¡¯s neck. The vivid red bruises contrasted sharply with her pale skin, a mark of the intense passion they was sharing. The sight of her flushed skin and the rapid rise and fall of her chest thrilled him, fueling his sadistic delight. Eloise¡¯s breath came in ragged, sultry gasps, her chest heaving with every breath. Her eyes, dark with a mix of defiance and anticipation, met his with a smoldering intensity. She arched her back, offering him a more tantalizing view of her exposed flesh, her posture a silent invitation. Lucian¡¯s hands roamed over her body with deliberate slowness, each touch brimming with dark desire. His fingers skimmed over thece of her gown, teasing the skin beneath. With a firm grip, he pulled the straps down, letting the gown slip away and reveal her full, motherly breasts. The sheer, delicate fabric had clung to her curves, now draped around her waist. Eloise¡¯s eyes fluttered shut as the gown fell, her hands resting on his shoulders for support. Her back arched more, pushing her breasts closer to him. Lucian¡¯s lips trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat, continuing their journey to her chest. He nted a series of searing kisses on her full, soft breasts, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipples and the sensitive flesh. Her breasts, slightly heavier than he anticipated, felt incredibly soft and pliant against his palms. He kneaded them with a rough, yet appreciative grip, feeling their weight and softness beneath his hands. They overflowed his palms, their fullness entuated by the dim light and their proximity to his eager touch. His hands molded and caressed them, each squeeze eliciting a gasp from Eloise as he explored their tender curves. Lucian¡¯s mouth was relentless, suckling and teasing one nipple while his fingers roughly kneaded the other. The sensation of her flesh yielding to his touch,bined with the heat of his breath and the teasing flicks of his tongue, drove her wild. Eloise¡¯s body arched, pressing her breasts harder into his touch, her moans a testament to the intense pleasure he was inflicting. Her hands fumbled with his belt, and after a few moments of struggle, she managed to pull it off. When she finally exposed his impressive fat d!ck, she gasped, "Ahhh¨C even your father doesn¡¯t have one this big," she murmured unconsciously, her eyes widening as she realized her slip. She quickly corrected herself, "I-I mean, my husband¡­" Lucian¡¯s smile darkened with a predatory gleam. "Your husband, huh? I guess he wasn¡¯t as well-endowed as I am," he taunted, his voice dripping with a cruel satisfaction. Eloise¡¯s hand wrapped around his thick shaft, her fingers struggling to encircle it fully. She gave it a few tentative pumps, her thumb spreading the pre-c*m that had gathered at the tip. The heat of his skin burned into hers, and she couldn¡¯t resist licking her lips as she imagined what it would feel like to take him inside her. "If I¡¯d known you had such a massive c*ck, nephew, I would¡¯ve had you f*cked me sooner," Eloise purred, her voice heavy with dangerous desire. Her fingers wrapped around his length again, stroking him slowly, her thumb teasing his tip with each deliberate motion. Lucian¡¯s eyes darkened with lust, his hands cupping her face as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers. "If I¡¯d known you were such a wh*re, aunt, I would¡¯ve f*cked you sooner," he murmured, his voice thick with seductive heat. Eloise gasped at his words, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and arousal. "How dare you call your own aunt a wh*re," she whispered, but her fingers continued their rhythmic stroking, her grip tight and eager. She felt the heat and pressure building in him as she continued to pump his c*ck, her thumb teasing his slick tip. His thick, mushroom head was coated with pre-cum, dripping down her fingers. The sensation of his hardness in her hand, the intense heat of his skin, made her stomach flutter with anticipation. "If not, then why are you stroking my c*ck so eagerly, huh? You enjoy being a sl*t for your own nephew?" Lucian taunted, his tone mocking and cruel. Eloise didn¡¯t answer verbally but her actions spoke louder. She took her fingers to her mouth, spitting some saliva into her them, before using it as lube to stroke him more smoothly. Lucian¡¯s eyes glinted with lust as he watched her, a smirk ying at his lips. Eloise slowly stood up from hisp, his c*ck still clutched in her hand. She stood there in the flickering candlelight, the shadows enhancing her features and the curves of her full, sensual body. With a deliberate slowness, she peeled her gown down her hips, allowing it to pool at her ankles. She stepped out of it, leaving her d in only her ck heels, giving her the appearance of a sexy pin-up model. Lucian couldn¡¯t tear his eyes from her, his gaze drinking in her exposed curves and milky skin. Her body was ripe, her curves full and voluptuous, her breasts heavy and full. The contrast between her white flesh and the golden hair surrounding her p*ssy was arousing, his eyes drawn to her glistening mound. She was wearing a thong that showed off her wet p*ssy. Eloise walked up to him, her movements slow and sensual, her hips swaying with each step. "Like what you see, nephew?" Eloise purred, her fingernails grazing his jawline. Lucian¡¯s eyes traveled down the length of her motherly body, his expression darkening with lust. Eloise positioned herself in front of him, her hands cupping her ample breasts, ¡ª pressing them together, licking her own nipples. He couldn¡¯t help but be transfixed by the sight of her full, soft flesh, her nipples dark and stiff. His c*ck twitched, eager for her attention, but Eloise was taking her time, enjoying his neediness. Lucian met her gaze with a smirk, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely, aunt. It seems my appetite isn¡¯t the only thing that¡¯s insatiable right now." Eloise raised an eyebrow, a yful glint in her eye. "Is that so? What do you n to do about it?" With a growl, Lucian wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking it with deliberate, rough movements. "You see my body and my intentions both are quite hungry," he said, his tone dripping with lust. Eloise leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Then why not show me how you intend to satisfy that hunger?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. Lucian chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. "Oh, I n to make it so that you¡¯ll never forget," he replied, his eyes locked onto hers with intense focus. Eloise smirked and sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes filled with lust and mischief. Her tongue was like a snake, wrapping itself around his erection, licking and sucking with an expertise that shocked him. slurp~ shlurp~ Lucian couldn¡¯t help but let out a throaty moan as his hands gripped her hair, the wetness of her mouth enveloping his throbbing c*ck. Her saliva expertly coated his hardness, letting her mouth slide easily up and down his length. Eloise¡¯s eyes looked up at him as she slurped him, her pupils dted with a mixture of lust and hunger. Her hand moved to his balls, massaging them with a surprising delicacy. Lucian could feel her teeth grazing his length, her tongue dancing along his slit, his thick, mushroom head. He moaned again, his fingers tangled in her hair, forcing himself deeper down her throat. Eloise¡¯s fingers twisted around his base, stroking his balls while her mouth milked him, her tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision. Slurp~~ With every slurp, every bob of her head, Lucian felt himself unraveling, the pressure and tension mounting deep within him. He felt his seeds rising, his balls tightening as the heat and pressure built up inside him. "God-F*CK!" Lucian grunted, his back arching and his hands pressing her face tighter against his hips. "Come here, b!tch!" he ordered abruptly, making her halt immediately. He withdrew his c*ck from her wet mouth and instructed her to lie back on the seat, her head tilted slightly upwards. Standing over her, he positioned his hardness in front of her open mouth. "What kind of positi¡ª," as she tried to speak, her voice was abruptly cut off when he thrust forward, forcefully filling her mouth and silencing her. The sudden intrusion left her no room to protest, her initial words swallowed as he took control, pressing his hand firmly against her neck with deliberate intensity, he started to choke her. "Suck it b!tch! Take it all!" he gasped, moving his d!ck in and out of her mouth at a fast pace. Eloise moaned and choked, tears running down her face as she struggled to breathe. Gagh~ Gakh~ She gagged on his length, drool running down her face and neck. Lucian pumped his shaft in and out of her throat with increasing vigor, the sloppy wet sounds of their passion filling the room. His hips thrust frantically, his balls smacking her nose and eyes with each movement. "F*ck, you¡¯re a real slut, aren¡¯t you? You love your nephew¡¯s c*ck in your mouth," he hissed, his fingers tightening around her throat. His cursing only aroused her more, as she began to finger her c*nt more frantically. He felt his climax nearing, his balls tensing and his rod straining to release its load. "Ahhhh¨C I¡¯m gonnaeeee..." Lucian moaned, his hands gripping her head like a vice. "Cammb furr yure eunt..." (C*m for your aunt) she mumbled with his c*ck in her mouth, licking and sucking his tip as if she was hungry for it. She squealed as he released his seed into her mouth, the hot, salty fluid spurting out and sshing down her throat with audible gulps. Spurt~ Gulp~ "Swallow everyst drop," hemanded with a groan, his fingers twisting her long and hard nipples, while his other hand held her neck firmly. As Lucian withdrew, his hips still trembling and the taste of his c*m lingering on her tongue, he couldn¡¯t help but smile in satisfaction. His aunty there, thoroughly debased, her hair in disarray and her lips swollen, with his seeds dripping slowly down her chin, the sounds of her swallowing still resonating in the air. Chapter 35: Do You Want To F*ck Your Aunts This Hole Too!? [R18] Lucian stood over Eloise, his eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and admiration. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her motherly chest rising and falling as shey beneath him, a look of exhaustion and satisfaction ying across her features. "I didn¡¯t expect you to be so rough, nephew," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, her lips curling into a faint smile. Lucian¡¯s smirk deepened, his eyes tracing the lines of her form, "you didn¡¯t seem to mind." Eloise chuckled, herughter soft and filled with a yful satisfaction, "true. I might have enjoyed it more than I expected." He admired her for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the way her body glistened with his cum and her sweat. Her golden hair framed her flushed face, and the faint sheen of perspiration on her skin seemed to catch the dim light of the room. Eloise¡¯s hand slowly reached for him, her fingers grazing his arm as she pulled him closer, her voice sultry as she whispered, "don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re done already." Lucian¡¯s eyes darkened, the challenge in her words igniting something primal within him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, "not even close." "Then,e and f*ck your aunt¡¯s c*nt, nephew," Eloise demanded, spreading her legs wide open, revealing her swollen p*ssy¡¯s lips, glistening with juices. Lucian¡¯s gaze drifted down, settling on the small patch of blonde hair that formed a neat triangle over her mound. It was soft, fine, and natural, the t part of the triangle perfectly aligned with her hips, drawing his attention in a way he couldn¡¯t ignore. He gently let his fingers slide over her slit, feeling the warmth radiating from her f*ckhole. The skin was soft, delicate, and seemed to react to every touch. As his fingers moved, her c*nt¡¯s soft folds quivered slightly, a subtle jiggle as she shifted beneath him, her body inviting more contact. Eloise¡¯s breath hitched, and her hips bucked slightly when Lucian teased her clit with his thumb, brushing it lightly over her most sensitive spot. Ohhh~~ Her reaction was instant ¡ª a soft groan escaping her lips, a signal that she wanted more. He couldn¡¯t resist continuing, letting his fingers glide along her slick warmth, the wetness spreading easily across his palm. Her body responded naturally, her thighs tensing, her hips pressing forward, seeking more of his touch. The wetness on his fingers was unmistakable, a sign of how deeply she was enjoying every moment. Lucian smirked, still feeling the heat of the moment coursing through him, his d!ck eager for more. His desire hadn¡¯t faded in the slightest; in fact, it had only grown. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at her wet entrance, the anticipation building as he pressed forward, letting out a deep grunt as he slid inside her. "Ahh¡­" Eloise¡¯s breath caught as she felt him enter her p*ssy, her body reacting instantly. He could feel her stretch around him, her soft inner walls gripping tightly as he pushed deeper. "Mmm, f*ck you¡¯re so thick," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and pleasure, "I must say your c0ck sure is fat enough to make me feel like a virgin again," Lucian¡¯s hands gripped her hips with a roughness that made her gasp, his f*cktool pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that had her crying out in ecstasy. His rhythm was steady at first, but soon the intensity built. "Hmmm... yes¡­ just like that," Eloise moaned, her hips moving in time with his. Lucian grunted in response, each thrust stronger than thest. "Ahh... ahh... yes¡­ more... don¡¯t stop...," Eloise gasped, her nails lightly scratching his back. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wet and rhythmic. "Ohhh¡­ faster... f*ck my c*nt harder," she whispered, her voice breathless as she gripped him tighter, urging him on. The pace quickened, Lucian¡¯s movements bing more relentless. His balls pped her ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of their thrusting filling the air. "Ahhh¡­ yes¡­ ohhh," Eloise cried out, her body responding to every drive of his hips, her breathing ragged as they moved together. The wet, pping sounds of their bodies echoed in the room, apanied by their shared moans of pleasure. "Ahhh, I need more... I guess after this, no other c*ck can satisfy me anymore," Eloise gasped, her nails digging into his back as he mmed into her birthhole relentlessly. "Auntie, then you¡¯ll have to keeping back to me for more," Lucian growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he pounded her p*ssy harder and faster. Eloise¡¯s eyes rolled back, "I¡¯m gonna squirt... ohhh god!" she cried out, her walls tightening around his shaft as she exploded in a torrent of wetness. Lucian groaned as he felt her juices coat his thighs and stomach, the hot liquid dripping down his skin and pooling on the seat below them. He abruptly picked a half-filled wine ss, and poured it all over Eloise¡¯s face. "Wha¡ª," Eloise started but was cut off as Lucian suddenly pressed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he tasted her sweetness mixed with the tartness of the wine. Lucian pulled back, a wicked smirk curling his lips as he saw the wine dripping down Eloise¡¯s cheeks and chin. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet and sour taste of her saliva mixed with the wine, and leaned forward to press his mouth to hers once again. Eloise moaned into the kiss, her eyes closed as she allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue, tasting the mixture of their essences. Lucian broke the kiss with a groan, pulling back to admire his aunt¡¯s debauched form. Her t!ts spread apart and glistened with sweat, her nipples erect and hard. Lucian tweaked them roughly, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him. He leaned forward, his teeth sinking into her flesh and biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Eloise moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked and licked at her breast, his tongue swirling over her erect nipple. p~ ahhhh~ Lucian couldn¡¯t resist pping her t!ts hard, eliciting a yelp from Eloise as she writhed beneath him. He grinned darkly, pping them again, enjoying the way they jiggled and bounced with each blow. Lucian grabbed a fistful of Eloise¡¯s hair, pulling out his rod, he let her be on her fours, and began to p her fat a*s with his c0ck. Smack~ smack~ mmppphh~ Eloise moaned, her eyes rolling back as Lucian¡¯s c*ck connected with her buttocks. Her taboo hole was also somewhat hairy, haloed by blonde pubic hair just like her c*nt. Lucian slid two fingers inside her puckered hole, feeling her tightness and warmth surround him. Eloise moaned softly, her hips grinding against his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. Lucian added another finger, stretching her sh!thole wider as he saw how her p*ssy was getting more wetter. "Do you want to f*ck your aunt¡¯s this hole too!?" She grinned, turning around to expose her puckered hole to Lucian. Lucian smirked, grabbing her hips and lining up his c0ck with her p*ssy. "First, let me fill your womb with my milk, auntie," Lucian said as he plunged his d!ck into her wet hole, thrusting hard and fast without hesitation. Mphh~~ Nhmm~ Eloise screamed in pleasure as Lucian f*cked her hard, his hardness pounding her cervix with every thrust. Her voluptuous a*s bounced wildly with each thrust, and the sounds of their flesh pping against each other filled the interior of the chariot. Lucian¡¯s hand tangled in her blonde locks, gripping firmly as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her neck. The force of his tug caused her plump lips to part, her tongue slipping out and hanging loose like a dog, a low, breathless moan escaping her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut,pletely lost in the sensation, her body arching in response to the roughness of his grip. Eloise¡¯s free hand moved with urgency between her creamy legs, her fingers working frantically over her swollen, sensitive clit. Each stroke was faster than thest, her slick fingers circling her clit with a desperate rhythm as waves of pleasure surged through her. Her hips bucked, moving in time with her own hand, her body trembling under the dual intensity of Lucian¡¯s rough thrust and her own touch. Lucian felt his c0ck twitch, his balls tightening as he reached his peak. "I¡¯M COOOMINGGGG..." "ME TOOOO... C...C*M INSIDE MY SL*TTY HOLE, FILL MY WOMB WITH YOUR C*M..." Spurt~~ Squirt~~ Lucian moaned as he emptied his load deep inside Eloise¡¯s hairy c*nt, his length twitching and pulsing with every spurt of seed. Eloise moaned in ecstasy as she squirted all over Lucian¡¯s thighs again, her juices mixing with his c*ck¡¯s cream. Lucian copsed on top of her, his dragon still buried inside her p*ssy, as he caught his breath. Eloise moaned softy, leaning back against him, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss. "That was an amazing f*ck, nephew," Eloise purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. Lucian smirked, nibbling on her earlobe, "your p*ssy sure knows how to milk a man dry, auntie." Eloise chuckled softly, turning her head to capture his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Eloise¡¯s lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to dance with hers, deepening the kiss. Lucian¡¯s response was equally fervent. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her voluptuous curves with an appreciative touch. His fingers traced the contours of her hips and the swell of her breasts, savoring the softness of her skin. Even though his c*ck had now softened, it remained nestled within her c*m-soaked p*ssy, their closeness palpable. Chapter 36: Whiteness In Redness In the Celestian Empire, the four Dukedoms stood as the Empire¡¯s shield, each strategically ced at the Empire¡¯s farthest reaches. To the north, the Frostwind Dukedom held the line against the frozen wilderness. In the east, Stormridge Dukedom watched over the vast coastline, guarding against foreign invaders. The western mountains were protected by the Irond Dukedom, a bulwark against any forces that dared approach. And, to the far southy the Darkhart Dukedom, itsnds bordering the dangerous jungles that stretched into the unknown. Each Dukedom not only protected the Empire, but also served as a symbol of its strength and unyielding defense. The Frostwind Dukedom, guarding the Empire¡¯s northern border, shared its frontier with the frigidnds of the Sky Empire. Tensions between the two Empires had always simmered beneath the surface, but recently, an unexpected proposal had been made. The Sky Empire¡¯s Crown Prince had sought an alliance through marriage by proposing to Princess Isabe, the Empress¡¯s only daughter. ... The journey to Darkhart Dukedom from the Royal Capital was no small feat. The route led through several thriving cities, across vastnds, and eventually up to Darkhart Dukedom, whichy close to the dense jungles that formed the edge of the Empire. But, the deeper one went, the more perilous the road became, with fewer signs of civilization and more lurking dangers. Only the strong or the heavily guarded could afford to make such a journey, with the Dukedom standing at the edge of the Empire like a lone sentinel. And, it would take nearly two days to reach the city where Eloise was supposed to stop, a bustling hub nestled between the Royal Capital and Darkhart Dukedom. *** Lucian leaned back in the soft interior of the carriage, his crimson eyes narrowing in satisfaction. Eloisey beside him, her body still quivering with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. Her delicate face was flushed, her breath uneven. The scene before him was intoxicating. His hand traced her trembling thigh as he admired the way her bare body still reacted to his touch, even after the peak of ecstasy had passed. Knock! Knock! Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the carriage. Lucian¡¯s eyes flickered with irritation, his pleasure was interrupted by the sudden knock. He nced at the carriage door, knowing the thick wood and velvet curtains would muffle any sound. With a sigh, he still leaned forward and slid the small window open just enough to let the sound pass through, careful not to expose the interior. His voice was cold and indifferent as he asked, "What is it?" Outside, the soldier¡¯s voice was respectful but hurried, "Your Highness, we are nearing the designated rest area." Lucian¡¯s gaze remained lustful,"Fine." He closed the window, his expression predatory as he turned back to Eloise. She twitched slightly, her body still sensitive. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Lucian¡¯s lips. ... In a remote clearing near an unknown jungle¡¯s edge, three chariots were stationed, encircled by nearly twenty guards. The men sat around small bonfires, roasting wild animals over open mes. The smell of cooked meat drifted through the air as the guards rxed, preparing their meal. At the center of the camp, Lucian sat with Eloise and Drake. Lucian poured a ss of wine, his crimson eyes gleaming as he leaned close to Eloise, speaking in low tones. The firelight danced across her red gown as sheughed softly, her gaze fixed on Lucian with clear affection. Drake sat across from Lucian and Eloise, his gaze lingering on their closeness. The firelight flickered over their figures, casting long shadows, but his mind was trapped by darker thoughts. The Crown Prince¡¯s words echoed in his mind. "With the Emperor¡¯s obsession with his sister, he¡¯d kill his own son without blinking. So, if you see that closeness between aunt Eloise and that bastard is growing, don¡¯t wait. The moment she¡¯s out of the picture, kill that son of a bitch. No second thoughts ¡ª end the bastard as soon as she had left." Drake didn¡¯t understand why the Emperor would go to such extremes? And by ¡¯Emperor¡¯s obsession¡¯, what did he mean exactly? Why would he be willing to kill his own blood? The thought seemed irrational. Yet, Drake had long since learned not to question Julius¡¯s judgment. The Crown Prince was calcting and sharp. If he said something, it was best to trust his instincts. Drake¡¯s own position within the imperial family was weak,pared to Crown Prince. He knew that his chances of ever ascending the throne were slim, a mere dream in a Pce filled with political intrigue. In such a brutal environment, survival often meant choosing sides. And to Drake, the best side was the one where the Crown Prince ruled. ¡¯Better to be a loyal dog,¡¯ he thought, ¡¯and help Julius rise to the throne. That way, I can also enjoy a pleasurable life after his ascension.¡¯ But now, as Drake observed the subtle touches and lingering nces between Lucian and Eloise, his unease gave way to cold certainty. Lucian was destined to die sooner orter ¡ª Drake knew that much. The Crown Prince¡¯s hatred for him was no secret, and Lucian¡¯s recent arrogance would only hasten his inevitable downfall. Drake¡¯s eyes gleamed with ruthless intent, his decision already made. ¡¯Little bastard, you were meant to die eventually,¡¯ he thought darkly, ¡¯but if you¡¯re so eager to meet your end early, I¡¯ll dly fulfill that wish.¡¯ To Drake, Lucian¡¯s fate was sealed. He wasn¡¯t just an annoyance anymore ¡ª he was a dead man walking. And when the time came, Drake wouldn¡¯t hesitate. Lucian had already been sentenced in his mind, and now all that remained was the moment to carry it out. Drake quickly masked the sh of killing intent that surged within him, his expression returning to its usual calm,posed demeanor. No one could know what he was thinking ¡ª not yet. Growing up as a Prince, he was more adept at hiding his emotions than most. He couldn¡¯t afford to act impulsively, not when the game was still unfolding. Lucian might be destined for death, but it had to be done at the right time, when the Crown Prince would benefit most from his fall, and without leaving any traces. After all, the assassination of a Royal Prince would undoubtedly unleash the Emperor¡¯s wrath, sparking a fierce investigation that could expose the very ns Drake sought to keep hidden. If the Emperor could not even uncover the culprits behind his own son¡¯s death, it might shake the very foundation of the Empire. Themon people would lose faith in the Royal Family, their belief in the Royal n¡¯s invincibility shattered. Whispers of betrayal might spread like wildfire, igniting unrest and emboldening rival factions. Other Empires would smell blood in the water, seizing the opportunity to undermine the Celestian Empire¡¯s authority. Drake knew the stakes were high. It wouldn¡¯t just be Lucian¡¯s life on the line; it would threaten the stability of the entire realm. To avoid drawing suspicion, the plot had to be executed wlessly. Lucian¡¯s death needed to appear as a tragic ident or the work of unseen enemies, diverting attention away from the Crown Prince and Drake himself. And, he already had an idea of who to me for Lucian¡¯s death. ¡¯Julius sure is ruthless, he even hired people from that ¡¯ce¡¯,¡¯ Drake could not help but shiver. So for now, Drake would y the part of the observant bystander, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But, the fire of ruthlessness still burned behind his eyes, only carefully concealed. His eyes, however, was soon drawn to the ss of wine Eloise held. The liquid was a deep, blood-red, but something strange swirled within it ¡ª a peculiar whiteness that caught Drake¡¯s attention. "Aunt, what kind of wine is that?" Drake asked, his tone curious but cautious. The odd mix in the wine made his instincts re. He couldn¡¯t exin it, but something felt wrong. Eloise giggled softly, leaning closer to him with a yful smile. "Would you like to try some, Drake dear?" she asked, her voice light and teasing as she held the ss toward him. Drake hesitated. The offer seemed innocent, but his gut told him otherwise. Something about it made his heart race with caution. "No, I¡¯m fine," he replied, keeping his tone steady, though his unease was hard to mask. Eloise smiled wider, swirling the wine in her ss. As she knew it was mixed with Lucian¡¯s c*m, and the very thought sent a thrill through her. There was something intoxicating about it, a secret pleasure that made the drink feel forbidden. As she brought the ss to her lips and took a slow sip, the rich vor enveloped her senses, filling her with warmth. Eloise savored the moment, her heart racing with delight. The idea of drinking Lucian¡¯s c*m in front of so many people sent a rush of excitement through her, ¡ª making her c*nt wet, and leaving her feeling flushed and lustful. Chapter 37: I Love It When You C*m Inside Me [R18] A handsome young man sat sprawled on avish velvet couch, his posture one of effortless dominance. His legs were wide apart, presenting his throbbing, erect c0ck, its tip glistening faintly in the soft ambient light of the room. His chiseled chest was bare, the muscles flexing slightly with each ragged breath, while his sharp features held an almost predatory look of satisfaction. Before him, a beautiful mature woman stood, her gaze locked onto his body, hunger and lust zing in her eyes. Her fingers glided across his firm torso, tracing the ridges of his abs with a featherlight touch. She leaned in closer, her hot breath brushing against his skin, causing him to shiver with anticipation. Her lips descended to his chest, tongue darting out to flick against his nipples, earning a deep groan from him. The sound rumbled from his chest, low and primal, sending waves of heat between them. Her hand traveled downward, fingertips grazing over his taut abdomen, eventually making their way to his swollen d!ck. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around it, the contrast of her soft touch against his rigid hardness causing his muscles to tense. Her strokes werenguid at first, a teasing rhythm designed to drive him wild. Each stroke was deliberate, her thumb asionally sweeping over the sensitive tip, coaxing a bead of moisture that she spread down his c0ck. Her body lowered before him, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, positioning herself between his legs. With a sultry nce upward, she parted her plump lips and took his throbbing hardness into her wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the mushroom head, savoring his taste. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped him, creating a slow, torturous rhythm as she began to bob her head, taking him in deeper with each movement. slurp~ lick~~ Ooohhh~ His groans grew louder, each sound vibrating through the room as his hips began to buck forward, thrusting into her mouth with increasing urgency. The sensation of her tight lips and agile tongue working in tandem was almost unbearable. He grabbed the back of her head, guiding her as his shaft slid deeper into her throat. Gagg~ gagk She gagged slightly as he pushed himself further down her throat, her throat constricting around him as she struggled to take his entire c0ck. His thick member was buried deep, her nose brushing against his pelvis, and his balls lightly pped against her chin with each thrust. Her gagging noises only seemed to fuel his lust, the sound driving him to thrust harder. With a gasp, she pulled back momentarily, her lips glistening, saliva trailing from her chin. Her motherly chest heaved as she caught her breath, eyes watery yet determined. Her hand never left his fat d!ck, stroking him as she regained herposure. Then, without hesitation, she lowered her mouth onto him once more, taking him in with renewed vigor. slurp~ shlurp~ The wet, lewd sounds of her sucking filled the air, echoing off the walls as she devoted herself fully to his pleasure. Lucian¡¯s hands tangled in her soft, golden hair, guiding her head as her lips moved up and down his length. His moans grew louder, his breathing ragged as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. Each thrust of his hips brought his rigid f*cktool deeper into her throat, his girth stretching her mouth. She gagged violently as his tip hit the back of her throat, her body instinctively recoiling, but he held her in ce, groaning in pleasure. "Mmmpphh!" Eloise moaned helplessly, her muffled cries vibrating around his throbbing shaft. Her eyes rolled back, and tears began to well up, her throat tightening with each desperate attempt to breathe. Her hands clutched his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she fought for air, yet continued to take him deeper, her submission evident in every trembling breath. With a sharp growl, Lucian yanked her off his length, his fingers twisting in her hair as he pulled her head back. A thin bridge of saliva connected her swollen lips to his still-pulsing member, the strands dripping onto her flushed chin and bare breasts, glistening in the dim light. The obscene sight made his wicked smile grow wider. The young man was none other than Lucian, his devilishly handsome features twisted with hunger and lust. He stood, towering over her, the predatory gleam in his blood-red eyes only heightening the tension between them. His hands roamed over her bare body, rough and demanding, his touch making her shiver with anticipation. He pulled her to her feet, hisrge hands squeezing her curves possessively. His fingers tangled once again in her golden locks, yanking her head back so that she was forced to meet his gaze. Her body was a masterpiece of temptation ¡ª her full, round motherly breasts jutted forward, nipples erect from a mix of arousal and the cool air. His eyes drifted downwards, lingering on her thick, juicy ass, which swayed enticingly as she shifted on her feet. His gaze darkened as it fell lower, zeroing in on her glistening p*ssy. Unlike Isabe¡¯s petite and delicate form, Eloise¡¯s c*nt was meatier, more lush, her lips swollen with desire, a tangle of golden hair framing her wetness. Her clit wasrger, protruding from between her folds, throbbing visibly. Lucian licked his lips in anticipation, his hunger palpable. Without a word, he lowered himself to his knees before her, his mouth just inches from her dripping f*ckhole. His tongue flicked out to tease her sensitive bud, the first touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Ahhhh~~ She moaned softly, her fingers curling into his hair for bnce, her legs quivering. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a smirk as he flicked her clit faster, his tongue expertly working her sensitive nub, savoring each reaction. "Ahh~ ohhh~" Eloise¡¯s moans filled the room as her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue, pushing against his mouth, desperate for more. Her body was helpless to his ministrations, trembling with need. Lucian¡¯s fingers joined the game, sliding between her slick folds. He teased her wet entrance before thrusting two fingers deep inside her c*nt, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air. Her body responded immediately, her legs spreading wider to amodate him. His fingers curled inside her, finding that sweet spot, pressing against it as he worked her over. His thumb found her throbbing clit again, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. "Y...yes nephew... lick your aunt¡¯s p*ssy like that... ohh sh!t..." Eloise¡¯s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body arching as she pushed herself against his hand. Lucian¡¯s dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her unravel under his touch. He increased the pressure, his thumb working faster while his fingers pumped in and out of her slick channel, each movement driving her closer to the edge. Lucian pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers, his lips twisted into a wicked grin. The sight of her writhing in pleasure at his hands filled him with satisfaction. Eloise¡¯s breath came in shallow pants, her eyes zed over with lust as she gazed back at him, her lips parted, begging for more. Lucian¡¯s voice was a low, seductive growl as he leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Tell me how much you want it, auntie. Beg for my c0ck like the desperate sl*t you are." Eloise¡¯s breath hitched, her body trembling with need as her voice came out in a soft moan, "I need it so badly, Lucian... I want your thick d!ck inside my slutty c*nt. Please, nephew, take me... fill me up... do whatever you want to me... f*ck me like a wh*re..." A wicked smirk tugged at Lucian¡¯s lips as he looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with lust, "if you want it that bad, prove it to me. Show me just how much of a sl*t you are." With a soft whimper, Eloise turned around, lowering herself to her knees as she reached back with both hands, spreading her full, round asscheeks apart to reveal her tight, quivering sh!thole. Her body shook with anticipation, her submissionplete. "Good," Lucian moved behind her, positioning his throbbing c0ck against her forbidden entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, feeling the resistance as her tight ring stretched around his thick girth. "Ahh~" Eloise moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt him inching deeper. She kept herself spread wide, giving him full ess, her body shivering with each movement. Lucian grunted as he pressed further into her, the sound of their bodies connecting filling the room with wet, rhythmic ps. His thick shaft buried itself deeper, his balls pping against her skin with each rough thrust. Eloise gasped sharply, her body arching as she felt herselfpletely filled, her voice shaky, "so deep... oh god, you¡¯re so f*cking deep inside me..." Lucian grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back roughly as he began to thrust harder, his movements unrestrained. Her body jolted with each powerful stroke, her ass lifting higher as she struggled to take his entire length. "W-Wait... nephew... let me... ahh... let me adjust," she whimpered, her voice cracking as the intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her. Chapter 38: I Love It When You C*m Inside Me (2) [R18] Lucian onlyughed darkly, his hands gripping her voluptuous hips tighter as he drove into her a*shle without mercy. "Adjust? You don¡¯t need time, auntie. You love this, don¡¯t you? The harder I go, the more you leak. You¡¯re just a filthy sl*t for your nephew¡¯s c0ck, aren¡¯t you?" Eloise¡¯s moans grew louder, her body shaking beneath him as pleasure consumed her. "Y-Yes... I¡¯m your sl*t... your dirty little sl*t... please, Lucian, don¡¯t stop. Give me everything... fill me with your d!ck." Lucian¡¯s powerful thrusts echoed through the air, each one sending waves of heat and intensity coursing through her, his hardness burying itself in her tight ass, his balls pping her plump ass with every thrust. Her ass rippled with every thrust, her cheeks jiggling, her voluptuous ass bouncing with each blow. Lucian¡¯s fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, exposing the curve of her neck. Her lips parted in a low moan, her eyes zed with desire. Her ass was stretched to its limit, her hole tightening around his c0ck as he pounded her. Pah~ pah~ pah~ Lucian could feel her walls gripping his dragon, her tightness surrounding him, her warmth enveloping him. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against him, her ass mming against his pelvis with each thrust. Her juices dripped down his thighs, coating his balls in wetness, her scent filling the air. Lucian¡¯s eyes caught the movement of her hand as it slid downward, her fingers brushing over her sensitive clit. A wicked grin spread across his face, and he reached down to cover her hand with his own, guiding her fingers to move in time with their rhythm. The added sensation made her gasp, her breath catching as the intensity between them increased. "Look at you," Lucian whispered, his voice low and filled with lust, pletely lost, behaving like a cheap wh*re." "Ohh... yes... I¡¯m a wh*re... f*ck me right there... nephew... f*ck me harder..." Eloise moaned, her voice trembling with lust, her body rocking back and forth with every thrust. Lucian grunted, his hips mming into her with every thrust, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, the wetness between her legs glistening in the dim light. Her ass bounced wildly with every thrust, her cheeks jiggling, her p*ssy dripping wet with excitement. Lucian¡¯s hands tangled in her hair, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he pounded her ass hard, his rod filling her taboo holepletely. Eloise moaned softly, her hips grinding against his, her body responding to every thrust. Lucian¡¯s gaze darkened with amanding intensity as he yanked Eloise to her feet, his hand gripping her wrist tightly. "Come here, sl*t," he growled, pulling her into a bruising kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. His lips crashed against hers with fierce hunger, his tongue forcefully parting her lips as it tangled with hers. The kiss was rough, possessive, leaving no doubt about who was in control. His hands roamed over her body, fingers tracing the soft curves of her hips before sliding upward to cup her breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, causing her to arch into him, craving more of his touch. Her body responded instantly, pressing against him, her moans muffled against his lips as their mouths moved together in a feverish rhythm. Lucian¡¯s hand tangled in her hair, tugging hard as he pulled her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Without hesitation, his mouth followed, trailing harsh kisses down her throat, his teeth grazing her skin as he marked her. Eloise¡¯s breath hitched, her pulse racing as he continued his assault, his lips rough and unforgiving as they imed every inch of her. Suddenly, Lucian¡¯s grip tightened, and he pulled away with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark, possessive desire. "Now, ride me like the sl*t you are," hemanded, his voice low and dripping with authority. He released her only to position himself on the velvet couch, lying back with an air of superiority, as he beckoned her to straddle him. Eloise¡¯s eyes were zed with lust as she eagerly obeyed, climbing atop him with a seductive sway of her hips. "Yesss~~" she purred, her voice thick with need. She wasted no time as she lowered herself onto his hardness, her slick folds enveloping him as she began to ride him. Her movements were slow at first, her hips grinding down on him, her body swaying with an intoxicating rhythm as she found her pace. Her full breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and aching as her body rocked back and forth, her hips working him with increasing intensity. Lucian¡¯s hands moved to her waist, guiding her rhythm before one hand slid down to her firm, round ass. The sight of her pale flesh jiggling with every thrust stirred something primal in him. p~ The sound of his palm striking her bare ass echoed through the room, the impact sending a ripple through her flesh. Eloise¡¯s eyes widened, her lips parting in a sharp gasp that quickly melted into a moan of pure pleasure. Her body shuddered as the sting of his hand radiated through her, the sensation of pain and pleasure intertwining perfectly. "Ahhh~" she whimpered, her head falling back as her hips ground down harder on him, her body craving more. Lucian grinned, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction as he spanked her again, his handing down harder this time, leaving a red imprint on her pale skin. p~ p~ spank~ Each p made her flesh jiggle wildly, her ass bouncing in response to every strike. Eloise¡¯s moans grew louder, her back arching as she rocked against him, her movements bing more frantic as the mix of pain and pleasure drove her wild. "Mmmm, yes, nephew... harder... please... harder..." she begged breathlessly, her voice trembling with raw desire. Lucian¡¯s smirk deepened, his hand moving faster, each spank more forceful than thest. Her pale flesh turned crimson beneath his touch, swelling with the repeated blows, the heat of the spanking only adding to her arousal. Her body quaked with each impact, her hips grinding down on him, riding him harder and faster as she lost herself in the overwhelming sensations. "You love this, don¡¯t you?" Lucian growled, his voice low andmanding as his hand gripped her bruised flesh, "you love being treated like a sl*t." Eloise¡¯s response was a needy whimper, her body trembling as she rode him with reckless abandon, her cries of pleasure filling the air. She didn¡¯t care about anything else ¡ª only the feeling of his c0ck inside her c*nt, the sting of his hand on her skin, and the delicious torment of beingpletely under his control. The sound of her ass jiggling and bouncing filled the air, her juices dripping down his thighs and onto the seat below them. Eloise¡¯s head hung low, her breathing ragged, her eyes zed with lust. Lucian pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he mmed into her ass with every thrust. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss, his mouth devouring hers with an urgency that matched the rhythm of their bodies. Their tongues tangled in an intimate exploration, a desperate melding of desires that pushed them both to the brink. The soft sounds of their moans intertwined, filling the carriage with an electric tension that only heightened their lust. "Why is your a*shole so tight?" Lucian taunted, a wicked grin curling his lips, "hasn¡¯t anyone f*cked you here before?" Eloise gasped at his words, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and yearning. "Y... you¡¯re just so big, nephew. No one has ever made me feel like this. I can barely fit you inside my hole¡­" Her breathy confession sent a jolt of excitement through him, intensifying the fierce hunger that wed at his insides. With each thrust, her ass bounced wildly, the soft flesh quaking in response, pulling him deeper into the heat of their union. The sight of her lost in ecstasy, surrenderingpletely to his touch, made his heart race. With one final, powerful thrust, Lucian felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over him. "Aunty¡­ I¡¯ming¡­" he gasped, his voice filled with urgency. "Yes... let¡¯s c*m together... fill me up¡­" Eloise urged, "fill my asshole with your hot c*m, nephew!" His body shook as he released himself inside her, his seed filling her tight hole. Spurt~ Squirt~ As he released himself inside her, Eloise clenched her ass and moaned. She could feel her nephew¡¯s c*m filling her a*shole, warming her insides. "Oh god," Eloise moaned, relishing in the sensation. "I love it when you c*m deep inside me..." "Aunty..." Lucian moaned, "your hole sure is amazing..." The two of themy there, enjoying the aftermath of their intense session together. Eloise was filled to the brim with his hot, sticky c*m, and Lucian was spent after having reached his climax. Chapter 39: Ill Surely Come To Taste You Again! On the outskirts of a city, The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across thend. The distant city walls stood tall against the sky, their stone towers dotted with vignt soldiers. Merchants and travelers bustled at the gates, their wagons creaking as they rolled forward, while guards inspected each person entering the city. Lucian stood on the outskirts of the road, his gaze driftingzily over the distant scene, though his attention was fully on the woman standing in front of him. Eloise, his aunt, was dressed in a rich purple pce gown that hugged her figure in all the right ces. Her long, dark golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her wless skin shimmered under the sun, catching the eye of any man who happened to nce her way. But they didn¡¯t dare linger, for the carriage she stood beside bore the Royal Family¡¯s insignia. There was a subtle temptation in every movement she made, the kind that was not lost on Lucian. "Well, nephew," Eloise said, her voice as smooth as silk, "this is where we must part ways." Her words were light, but the seductive undertone in her voice was unmistakable. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a small, amused smile. He took in the sight of her, lingering on the way her new dress clung to her body. Earlier that day, her previous gown had been ruined ¡ª courtesy of him ¡ª and now she wore something fresh, though still revealing enough to ignite his lust. His gaze darkened as he recalled the intense sex they¡¯d shared just hours ago. "I¡¯ve had quite the time, aunt," he replied, his tone suggestive, "though I¡¯ll admit it¡¯s a bit disappointing to part so soon." Eloise chuckled, stepping closer to him. "Oh, Lucian, we both know this won¡¯t be thest time. You¡¯re a resourceful young man. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll find your way back to me soon enough." They stood on arge crossroads, a bustling intersection where several paths met. Soldiers patrolled the area, their eyes scanning the horizon for any threats. Though they were far from the capital, the roads were not entirely safe ¡ª bandits and wild beasts often prowled these parts. The soldiers kept their hands on their weapons, ever alert, but Lucian and Eloise¡¯s interaction seemed entirely ¡¯innocent¡¯ to them. "Come now," Eloise said, extending her arms. "Give your aunt a proper hug before you go." Lucian stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their embrace appeared affectionate, though nothing out of the ordinary to any casual observer. However, as they pressed together, Lucian felt Eloise¡¯s hand slip down between their bodies, her fingers brushing against his c0ck, sending a jolt of arousal through him. "I¡¯ll be staying here for nearly twenty days," she whispered, her voice low and filled with lust. Her hand found his d!ck, her fingers curling around his balls through the fabric of his trousers. She began to stroke him slowly, teasingly, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Finish your business and return here. We can travel back to the Capital together... and perhaps pick up where we left off." Lucian inhaled sharply, his body reacting instantly to her touch. But he wasn¡¯t one to be outdone. His own hand slipped down, finding the hem of her gown and slipping beneath it. His fingers sought out her p*ssy, pressing against her heat through the thin fabric of her panties. She gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as he began to rub her c*nt with deliberate slowness. "How could I forget the taste of your p*ssy?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck, "even if you didn¡¯t ask me, I¡¯ll surelye to taste you again!" His fingers moved expertly, finding the sensitive spots that made her quiver in his arms. He chuckled softly when she clenched her thighs slightly, trying to contain her reaction. Eloise¡¯s eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, her body trembling as he toyed with her. "Mmm," she moaned softly, her grip tightening on him, "you¡¯re a dangerous one, Lucian. Always knowing just how to touch a woman..." A wicked smile crossed her lips as she regained control of herself, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. "You know," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "I own a brothel here as well. We¡¯ve just weed some... exquisite new girls. If you ever find yourself craving something more, I¡¯d be more than happy to arrange a special experience for you." Her hand squeezed him through his pants onest time before slowly withdrawing. Lucian let out a low chuckle, his fingers still pressing against her damp folds, "as tempting as that sounds, aunt, I think I¡¯d still prefer your personal attention. The others wouldn¡¯tpare." Eloise¡¯sugh was soft, sultry. "ttery will get you everywhere, my dear." She took a step back, adjusting her gown as sheposed herself, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her arousal. "I¡¯ll be waiting then. And perhaps, by the time you return, we can... deepen our bond." Just as Eloise was about to fully retreat from Lucian¡¯s embrace, her gaze shifted to another figure standing nearby. Drake, Lucian¡¯s half-brother, stood a few paces away, his face expressionless as he observed the two of them. From where he stood, their embrace appeared entirely proper, though there was a certain coldness in his eyes, as if he suspected there was more beneath the surface. "Drake, darling," Eloise called, shing him a bright smile, e here and give your aunt a hug too." "Forget it aunt, I¡¯m drenched in sweat," he said coolly, his tone polite but distant, "I wouldn¡¯t want to ruin your fine clothes." Eloise sighed with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "Oh, very well. But don¡¯t be a stranger. I¡¯ll be in this city for a while, and you know I always enjoy yourpany," she gave him a yful wink. "Shall I show you around the city?" Eloise asked,"there are some... rxing ces here. I¡¯m sure we could find something to upy our time." Drake shook his head, "Thank you for the offer, aunt, but my destination is the next city. I¡¯ll be traveling with Lucian for a while longer." His gaze flickered toward Lucian, his words calm. "Suit yourselves then," Eloise replied with a shrug, clearly more interested in Lucian than Drake. She turned toward her carriage, but as she walked, her steps were slightly uneven. One of the soldiers noticed and hurried over, concern etched on his face. "Lady Eloise, is everything all right?" the soldier asked, his brow furrowed as he noticed her faint limp. Eloise waved him off with a dazzling smile, "it¡¯s nothing. The roads were a bit bumpy, and my waist is a little sore." She shot a yful wink in Lucian¡¯s direction, her smile widening as she saw the amusement in his crimson eyes. The soldier nodded and stepped back, and soon after, Eloise climbed into her carriage. With a final wave, she and her guards began their journey into the city, the convoy disappearing from view as they moved toward the city gates. Lucian watched her leave, a small smile lingering on his lips. Only after her carriage was out of sight did he turn to his own. Up until now, he had been traveling with Eloise¡¯s, but now that their paths had diverged, he would be using his own carriage. As he climbed into his carriage, Drake followed towards his own, his expression still unreadable and calm. "You seem to have gotten quite close to aunt Eloise," Drake said, his voice t, though there was an edge to his words. Lucian chuckled, leaning back in his seat, "what can I say? She enjoys mypany." Drake¡¯s eyes gleamed coldly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ¡¯Oh, dear brother,¡¯ he mused, ¡¯enjoy this fleeting moment while you can. The ignorant always cherish peace just before the storm swallows them whole.¡¯ He remained silent, his thoughts venomous, as their carriages rumbled forward. Chapter 40: Immortal!? The night was heavy, nketing a nameless wilderness in a deep silence. The Moon hung high, its cold silver light cutting through the dense canopy of trees, casting scattered patches of brightness on the forest floor. No stars filled the sky ¡ª only the lonely moon, like a forgottenntern, hanging in the endless ck. The towering trees twisted and stretched their gnarled branches upwards, blocking most of the light, while the underbrush rustled softly with the movements of wild creatures. A single path had been carved through the dense vegetation, just wide enough for a carriage to pass through. The jagged edges of the trail suggested it was made by human hands. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wood, broken only by the faint crackling of a campfire nearby. Around the campfire, ten soldiers sat in a defensive circle, their armor reflecting the fire¡¯s flickering light. They remained silent but alert, scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. In the center of their formation, two carriages rested, well-guarded. Near the bonfire, Lucian and Drake sat together. The warmth of the mes offered a smallfort against the chill of the night, while the mouth-watering smell of roasting meat filled the air. A soldier was carefully tending to a wild animal they had hunted earlier, preparing it for meal. Lucian stared up at the sky, his eyes locked on the moon, the only light in the dark expanse above. Theck of stars made the sky feel empty, a stark difference from what he remembered in his previous life. In that blue, the night sky had been full of stars, glittering like distant jewels. Now, the starless sky reminded him just how foreign this world was ¡ª a world where he had been reincarnated, and a world that still felt unfamiliar even after months of living in it. It had been four months since Lucian had awakened in this new body. He still remembered the shock of realizing he had been reincarnated as a royal prince ¡ª an identity far from the failure he had been in his past life. Before, in his previous life, he had wasted his days on women, alcohol, and reckless pleasures. His previous life ended abruptly at the age of thirty-three, when a man whom he had cuckolded ¡ª someone whose wife, sister, and even mother Lucian had been f*cking ¡ª murdered him in a fit of rage, when that man saw him having a foursome. Weak from years of sexual indulgence, Lucian hadn¡¯t even been able to defend himself, before he died. Waking up and receiving the memory of the previous upant of the body, Lucian was stunned to know that his predecessor had been poisoned. After absorbing the memories, although he had some suspicious who had killed ¡¯him¡¯, the maid who supplied the meal had already vanished, most likely killed by the person behind the scenes. So Lucian didn¡¯t spread the news of his poisoning, after all he was even grateful for ¡¯his¡¯ death because of that he got the chance to reincarnate here. But, if that person tried to kill him again, he would not be so easy to deal with this time. "Your Highness, the meat is ready." The voice of one of the soldiers broke him out of his thoughts. Lucian shifted his gaze, focusing on the roasted meat. The soldier stood up and approached them, carrying two steaming pieces of meat, before offering it to Lucian and Drake. Lucian took the piece of meat and held it to his mouth, savoring the aroma of the freshly roasted game. Although it couldn¡¯tpare to the Royal Pce¡¯s gourmet meals, the smell was still mouthwatering. After a moment, Lucian bit into the meat, feeling the juices fill his mouth. The meat was tender, and Lucian felt the fat melting as soon as it touched his tongue. Seeing the both Prince seemed to like it, the soldier heaved a sigh of relief. Abruptly, Whoosh~~ A sudden gust of wind sliced through the air, drawing the attention of all present. "An ambush?!" One soldier, instincts honed from countless battles, sprang to his feet, scanning the shadowed surroundings with a predator¡¯s vignce. His alertness ignited a fire within the others, their bodies tense as if coiled springs, ready to react at the slightest hint of danger. But before they could steady their nerves, a piercing shriek echoed ¡ª a whistling arrow found its mark, burying itself deep in the throat of a soldier. The man¡¯s hands shot up, futilely grasping at the crimson fountain erupting from his wound as he crumpled to the ground, life spilling away like sand through an hourss. "Damn it! Seems like poisoned arrows!" "Identify yourselves! This is the Royal Prince¡¯s retinue! Surrender, and we might show you mercy!" Themanding officer¡¯s voice rang out, a desperate plea swallowed by the encroaching silence of the forest. "Mercy? Hahaha..." In that stillness, another arrow sliced through the air, iming yet another soldier in its deadly arc. "Who dares to attack us?!" The officer¡¯s voice trembled, a mix of rage and fear. Lucian¡¯s heart quickened, a sense of foreboding gripping him. Whoever orchestrated this assault was clearly unafraid of the repercussions. "Commander! Several figures have been spotted in the trees!" a soldier called out, urgencycing his words. "How many?" "More than four!" "What? only four?!" "Don¡¯t underestimate them!" "Then what is our course of action, Commander?" "Form a protective perimeter! We must shield His Highnesses at all costs!" At the Commander¡¯smand, the soldiers rallied, positioning themselves around the ornate carriages and the two princes, a bastion of resolve amidst the chaos. But their valiant formation only provoked the attackers, who unleashed a series of shrill whistles that echoed through the night like a mournful dirge. In response, a barrage of arrows descended upon them. The soldiers raised their shields, but the projectiles tore through the defenses as if they were mere parchment. "Argh!!" "Where is Prince Drake?" "W...what ghost is haunting us?" a soldier cried, panic flickering in his eyes. Before the officer could respond, a fireball erupted from the shadows, zing toward a soldier. Boom! The intense heat engulfed him, and within moments, he was reduced to charred remains, a horrific reminder of the attackers¡¯ bizzare power. The battlefield was soon painted red, each fallen soldier¡¯s blood pooling beneath them, oozing from their mouths like the whispers of the dying. Soon, Step~ Step~ The sound of approaching footsteps resonated ominously, each step heavy with intent. Lucian turned, his eyes narrowing as a figure emerged from the shadows, d in an obsidian robe. The man exuded amanding presence, a sinister aura enveloping him like a shroud, enhancing his striking features. A sleek de hung from his waist, glinting ominously in the dim light. nking him were four assassins, each distinct in their menace: two wielded bows, arrows nocked and ready, their faces hard and devoid of emotion; one brandished a spear, eyes cold and calcting; while the fourth held a long sword. Their eyes sparkled with malevolence, Lucian could see the contempt in their hardened expressions. "You are...!?" Lucian asked. "Don¡¯t kill him directly!" Drake¡¯s voice suddenly cut through the chaos, sharp and authoritative, as he stepped forward, nked by the two death soldiers he had brought along. The leading man paused, annoyance flickering across his features, a blend of arrogance and superiority radiating from him. p¡ª Without warning, one of the men struck Drake across the face, leaving a vivid palm print on his fair skin. "Do you really think that just because your brother provided a few spirit stones, you can give us orders?" he spat, the scorn evident in his tone. "I dare not Immortal," Drake replied, a cruel smirk ying on his lips, "but I want to enjoy torturing him first." "Immortal!?" Lucian eyes widened. The leading man snorted, a dismissive sound. "Your elder brother will soon join our sect. In that case, to give him face, I¡¯ll only cripple him. Then you can do whatever you want." The leading man then turned to face Lucian, his lips curling into a mocking smile, anticipating the terror he would find in the young prince¡¯s eyes. However, he was taken aback to see Lucian standing eerily still, an unsettling calm enveloping him. Rather than the fear he expected, Lucian¡¯s expression was one of intense focus, his widened eyes shimmering with a strange mixture of excitement and defiance. It was as if he relished the imminent danger, unyielding in the face of death. "Ignorant" With a flick of his wrist, he shed at Lucian¡¯s arm with deadly intent, the de cutting through the air with lethal precision. Chapter 41: Immortal!? (2) [BONUS CHAPTER] The midnight moon bathed the forest in a ghostly silver, casting fleeting shadows through the tall trees as the wind stirred the leaves with a low, mournful rustle. A bone-deep chill crept through the air, a foreboding silence hanging thick like the final breath before the storm. The campfire, once zing, had long since been reduced to smoldering ash, its embers soaked in the blood of a lifeless body. The acrid scent of iron blended with the wet, earthy musk of the forest, creating a haunting atmosphere that made the night itself seem alive. Out of nowhere, a de cleaved through the stillness, gleaming ominously under the moon¡¯s glow. It hissed through the air like a venomous serpent, aimed directly at Lucian¡¯s arm with surgical precision, ready to cripple him in one decisive strike. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Lucian¡¯s blood-red eyes locked onto the advancing de, his gaze as steady as the flow of time itself. The world around him seemed to blur, fading into insignificance as the silver steel inched closer. His breathing stilled, not a muscle in his body flinched. He stood motionless, unyielding, as if daring the very heavens to strike him down. The attacker¡¯s face twisted into a sneer, his lips curling with sadistic satisfaction. "Courting death," he spat under his breath, already savoring the victory he believed was within his grasp. But just as the de was a hair¡¯s breadth away from tearing into flesh, Lucian¡¯s arm shot forward with a force that defied the veryws of nature. Like a thunderbolt from the heavens, his fist collided with the de, the impact resounding through the night with a thunderous crack. Crackle~ The sword shattered into countless fragments, the steel exploding into a shower of glittering shards that caught the moonlight, cascading to the ground like fallen stars. The man¡¯s expression twisted from triumph to pure, unbridled horror. His eyes widened in disbelief, body frozen as though time itself had betrayed him. Before he could even process the nightmare unfolding before him, Lucian¡¯s foot mmed into his chest with a bone-shattering force. Bang! Crack!! The sickening sound of ribs breaking echoed through the forest, followed by the wet, guttural groan of blood gurgling from the man¡¯s mouth. "Agghhh¡ª " His body was flung through the air, a broken, lifeless doll that crashed to the earth with a dull thud, unmoving, his breath seemed to snuff out as quickly as the me of a candle. The silence that followed was suffocating, the weight of what had just transpired pressing down on the remaining men like a vice. Their breath hitched in their throats, eyes wide and filled with disbelief. "Is he... is he also like us, a Transcendent?" one of the men stammered, his voice trembling as his hands shook uncontrobly, his face drained of all color. Drake stood a few paces away, his heart pounding in his chest. The terror in his eyes was unmistakable ¡ª he was staring at something beyond hisprehension. His mouth went dry, a cold sweat running down his spine. His legs felt weak, his knees on the verge of giving out. How could this be happening? His mind raced, scrambling to make sense of what he¡¯d just witnessed. The leading man gasped for breath, his body trembling from the impact, fresh blood seeping from his mouth, yet his disbelief was even greater than his pain. "Im... impossible! How could a mortal¡¯s physical body withstand my One-Prohibation de?" his eyes widened in realization. "Un¡­ unless¡­ he possesses a naturally born physical body, a monstrous strength beyond ordinary..." His gaze locked onto Lucian, who stood eerily still, unscathed. Gritting his teeth, the man¡¯s voice quivered with frustration, "all... all of you... attack together¡­ kill... KILL him!" Hismand broke the silence, but it was met with hesitation. "But... senior brother," one of them stammered, wide-eyed and pale, "this man seems to be also a cultivator." Suddenly, the spear-wielding man shouted in desperation, "junior brother, he¡¯s still a mortal. This man only innately possesses a strong physical body! If we attack together, we¡¯ll surely kill him!" "Senior brother is rig¡ª" The words barely left his lips when Lucian appeared in front of him, faster than the blink of an eye. With a single, terrifying motion, his hand wrapped around the man¡¯s throat, hoisting him into the air. The man¡¯s eyes bulged with panic, and he choked out, "D-don¡¯t¡­ don¡¯t kill me! My cousin¡­ my cousin is an inner sect disciple! He¡¯ll¡ª" Crack! Lucian¡¯s grip tightened, silencing the man¡¯s desperate plea, "how noisy!" A sickening crack echoed through the trees as his neck snapped like a dry twig. The body dropped lifelessly to the ground, crumpling like a ragdoll, while the forest swallowed the sound of hisst breath. As Lucian stood over the corpse, his heartbeat quickened. Adrenaline surged through every fiber of his being, not from fear, but from something far more primal. He felt exhrated. The sensation was intoxicating. His body didn¡¯t tremble, and there was no guilt gnawing at his soul. He felt nothing. It was as if killing came as naturally to him as breathing, as though he had always known this path. Before the remaining men could react, Lucian moved again. Whoosh~ The first archer loosed his arrow in a panic, but it missed its mark, the whistling of the arrow lost in the chaos. Lucian sidestepped the shot and closed the distance in a blink, his hand piercing through the man¡¯s heart with one clean sh. Puchi¡ª "Arghh!" The sound was brief, the archer copsing in a heap. The second archer turned to run, terror etched on his face. "No... no... I can¡¯t die here. I refused to die here. Junior sister is still waiting for me!" His voice cracked, but Lucian was already there, his hand holding an arrow shing in the moonlight. Blood sprayed as the man¡¯s throat was sliced, his body crumpling to the earth with a gurgling whimper. The spearman, his hands trembling, gripped his weapon tightly and thrust it forward with all his strength. His attacks were quick, relentless ¡ª yet desperate. Lucian danced around the strikes, his movements smooth, unhurried. With one swift motion, Lucian grabbed the spear, snapped it in two with a deafening crack, and impaled the man with the broken shaft. "Arghhhh!" The spearman gasped, his body jerking before falling lifeless to the ground. Thest of the four, wielding a longsword, tried to stand his ground. His form was strong, his strikes calcted, but Lucian countered every swing with ease, deflecting the blows as if toying with him. The fight ended as quickly as it had begun ¡ª Lucian¡¯s hand directly pierced through his heart with a sickening thud. The swordsman¡¯s mouth opened in a silent scream, before copsing to the forest floor. Drake, who had been watching from the sidelines, could feel his legs give out beneath him, "you t-two go and kill him!" Lucian barely nced at the two death soldiers as they charged toward him, their movements stiff but powerful. Though their bodies were forged for battle, their minds were empty ¡ª void of any strategy or thought. A simple grin flickered across Lucian¡¯s face as he raised his hand. With a single, effortless p, his palm struck the first soldier¡¯s neck, and the sound of bones snapping echoed through the night. The man¡¯s head twisted unnaturally, rotating 180 degrees before his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. The second followed just as swiftly, meeting the same fate. They were strong, but strength without thought was nothing before Lucian¡¯s overwhelming power. Seeing this, Drake didn¡¯t dare to run. His body hit the ground with a dull thud, paralyzed by the horror unfolding before his eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps, his gaze fixed on Lucian, who moved among the corpses like a butcher ughtering livestock. It was a sight Drake would never forget! "Is this supposed to be the power of... an Immortal being!?" Chapter 42: Immortal!? (3) The Moon, once a sentinel over the darkened forest, now hid behind thick clouds, casting thend into an oppressive, eerie darkness. The wind whispered through the trees, a mournful cry that carried with it the scent of blood and death. Amid the shadows, two crimson eyes burned like embers in the night, piercing through the veil of ckness. They belonged to Lucian, who now strode toward Drake with a slow, deliberate pace. Drake, trembling and on his knees, his breath ragged, could barely lift his gaze to meet those terrible eyes. His voice cracked, desperate and trembling. "B-brother... forgive me. It was... it was all Julius¡¯s idea... he forced me to..." Lucian stopped just short of him, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes ¡ª those blood-red eyes ¡ª glimmered with dark amusement. Drake swallowed hard, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. "He told me to watch over you and aunt. And seeing you and aunt Eloise grow so close, I had no choice but follow his orders!" "You know how much power she holds... she handles all the financial matters of the Empire! He feared you¡¯d¡ª" Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, "before I even asked, you gave me everything I needed to know. What a fool!" Drake¡¯s heart hammered in his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears as he stammered, "I... I didn¡¯t... Right, se...see how useful I¡¯m... I can help you ascend the Throne...I never wanted¡ª" Lucian¡¯s voice cut through the air like a de, low and chilling, "before you said you wanted to torture me!?" Drake¡¯s eyes widened in panic, his words stumbling over themselves as he tried to exin, desperate for a way out. "No... I... I was trying to protect you. When these men would¡¯ve left you behind, I could¡¯ve helped! I was... I was going to save you!" His voice cracked with each word, hands trembling as he tried to shield himself from Lucian¡¯s looming figure, "I never meant to hurt you... I swear! It was Julius! He made me do it! I thought if I could earn their trust, I could stop them from killing you!" His voice quivered, choking on his own fear, "I swear, I never wanted this..." Without another word, Lucian pulled a bloodied arrow from the quiver of the dead archer and, with ruthless precision, plunged it into Drake¡¯s thigh. Thud¨C Blood spurted from the wound, pooling beneath Drake as a scream tore from his throat. "Arghhh!" But Lucian wasn¡¯t finished. Calmly, he took another arrow and drove it into Drake¡¯s other thigh, the sickening sound of flesh tearing followed by another agonized wail. "Arghhhhh!" Drake¡¯s screams echoed through the forest, mixing with the howling wind. Lucian crouched beside him, his lips brushing against Drake¡¯s ear as he whispered, his voice almost tender in its malice, "you didn¡¯t imagine this, did you?" Drake gasped, his body convulsing from the pain, "D-don¡¯t kill me... Father Emperor, he will surely¡ª" Lucian let out a dark, humorlessugh. "Do you think I care about him?" His eyes gleamed in the darkness. Drake¡¯s breath hitched, panic setting in as he realized the futility of his words. Desperation wed at him. "I can be you ve. I-I can give you information... about these men!" He winced, biting back the pain, trying to gather his thoughts. "Yo... your talent far surpasses Julius¡¯... they would... surely ept you if you want to join them..." The words were barely out of his mouth when Drake¡¯s trembling hand moved to his waist, where a hidden daggery strapped. His fingers fumbled for the hilt, his mind screaming onest desperate chance. "DIEEE!" he roared, lunging at Lucian with the dagger aimed at his heart. ng! The sound of steel meeting steel rang through the night as Lucian effortlessly deflected the de, swatting it aside as if it were nothing. His movements were graceful, his eyes never leaving Drake¡¯s. Lucian¡¯s lips curved into a cruel smile, "how pathetic! Did think I didn¡¯t notice your killing intent?" Before Drake could react, Lucian drove two arrows straight into his lungs with surgical precision. Blood bubbled from Drake¡¯s mouth as his body seized, the breath stolen from him. Gurgle...!! "What a pity," Lucian murmured, watching Drake¡¯s life slowly slip away. Without another nce, Lucian turned, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the direction where the obsidian-robed man had fled. In the midst of the chaos, while he was busy killing other four, and Drake had tried to bargain for his life, their leader had already run off. Lucian¡¯s gaze darkened as he stalked toward the path the man had taken, leaving the broken bodies and the dying echoes of Drake¡¯s screams behind him. But, the night was yet to over. ... "Huff¡­ huff¡­" The obsidian-robed man staggered through the darkened forest, his breath ragged, his body trembling with each step. His once-pristine face was now smeared with streaks of blood, his chest heaving in desperation. Lucian¡¯s devastating kick had been merciless. The moment the blownded, several ribs had cracked under the immense force, some even piercing his flesh. A sharp, searing pain had exploded through his chest, and for a split second, he had thought his heart would be crushed in the process. Fortunately, though a few bones had broken, his heart had narrowly escaped being punctured. His heart now was pounding so violently it felt like it might burst from his chest, the terror so deep that his every thought was consumed by fear. His eyes darted wildly through the shadows, and the weight of Lucian¡¯s crimson gaze still burned in his mind. He could feel it, haunting him, like a hunter that had already marked its prey. "What kind of monster is he?" the man muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips quivered as he stumbled over the uneven ground, his steps growing more frantic with each passing moment. "That bastard Julius... I¡¯ll kill him if I survive this. He set us all up... that wretch!" The bitterness in his voice was tinged with pure terror. He could hardly believe it. Lucian¡­ that fiend¡­ hadn¡¯t even entered the Body Strengthening Realm, yet he could easily ughter someone like him ¡ª someone who had already reached the middle-stages of the Body Strengthening. It was impossible, it was absurd! If it had been any other time, bringing such a heaven-defying genius back to the sect would have secured his future. The elders would surely have rewarded him for delivering someone who hadn¡¯t even entered the world of cultivation yet could easily kill a mid-stage Body Strengthening cultivator like himself. But now... now that he had tried to kill Lucian, offering such an olive branch seemed utterly pointless. "He¡¯s not a human... He must be a devil in human skin¡­!" the man whispered, bloody tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Every fiber of his being screamed for survival, for escape. He clutched a short knife in his trembling hand, his only remaining weapon after Lucian had shattered his treasured de with a single punch. He still couldn¡¯t understand how could he be so strong? Even if he truly possessed a heaven-defying physical constitution, how could he cross six minor realm to nearly kill him!? The memory of it sent a fresh wave of fear surging through him! Yet, no matter how fast he ran, no matter how far he tumbled through the underbrush, he could still feel those crimson eyes piercing the darkness behind him. Chapter 43: Immortal!? (4) Blood seeped from his wounds, soaking into his once-pristine robes, staining them with the dark red of his life force. Though his heart had been spared, the shattered ribs had pierced his internal organs, causing dangerous bleeding within. Each breath was a tidal wave of agony that rippled through his body, his chest heaving as if torn apart by invisible chains. His cultivation, refined to the middle stages of Body Strengthening, had granted him an impressive physique, tempered by the trials of battle and years of arduous training. Yet, these injuries had thrown his Qi into chaos, the energy surging uncontrobly through his meridians, wreaking havoc instead of bringing healing. Blood and Qi stormed inside him like a whirlpool, tearing at his inner organs, devouring what little strength he had left. With every heartbeat, he felt himself slipping further into darkness. I cannot continue like this. His mind screamed in desperation. If he didn¡¯t rest, if he didn¡¯t take his healing pills, the internal damage would spread. Permanent damage to his blocked meridians would be inevitable, making future cultivation impossible. Bing a cripple in this world of cultivation ¡ª where the weak were prey, and the strong devoured ¡ª was a fate worse than death. A shiver crept down his spine as the terrifying thought took root, only adding to his desperation. That monster would find me soon! There¡¯s no escaping him! If he kept running, his life would end in a moment of unthinkable humiliation. No, I had to stop, to recover, even if for just a moment! His mind spun in frantic circles, clinging to thest threads of hope. Perhaps¡­ perhaps Lucian would see bigger picture! After all, in the world of cultivation, bonds were as fragile as eggshell, easily shattered by ambition and greed. Even blood ties held little meaning in the pursuit of absolute power. But, If he made the right offer¡­ Lucian might spare him. Power was everything. If he could offer Lucian something ¡ª a chance at transcendence, an opportunity to reach heights that would make even a son betray his father ¡ª perhaps his life could be spared. With trembling hands, he copsed against the trunk of a gnarled tree. His breath came in shallow gasps, and every ounce of his body screamed in pain, yet he couldn¡¯t focus on that now. Survive! I must survive! Drawing a short de from his side, he rested it on hisp, prepared to defend himself if needed. His hand reached into his pouch, fingers trembling as he retrieved a first-tier high-grade healing pill. The pill was pure-white, with a single mark on top of it. He slipped it into his mouth, feeling the bitter taste dissolve quickly on his tongue. A wave of warmth spread through his body as the pill¡¯s medicinal properties began to mend the torn muscles and shattered bones within him. But it wasn¡¯t enough. "This ce is cursed," he muttered through clenched teeth while healing. His eyes flickered with frustration, "there¡¯s no spiritual energy here. I can¡¯t even use a movement talisman. Otherwise I would¡¯ve left long ago. Damm it." A cold voice sliced through the silence. "Spiritual energy? Talisman?" The voice was cold and sharp as a de, "what are these?" His heart skipped a beat. His body froze, eyes slowly lifting upward to find Lucian standing before him, cloaked in shadow. His robes were drenched in blood, sttered violently across his figure, yet not a single drop belonged to him. The crimson stains only enhanced the eerie glow in his eyes, cold and merciless, reflecting no trace of humanity. The man¡¯s voice trembled as he hurried to exin, "Luci¡ª S-senior brother Lucian..." Lucian¡¯s gaze pierced through the man, his crimson eyes sharp and unyielding. "Exin this Spiritual Energy to me," hemanded. "Ye... yes... Spiritual Energy is the Essence of the world that we absorb to cultivate, to strengthen our physical body and soul. It¡¯s how we grow stronger." He didn¡¯t dare lie or even hesitate to respond. The arrogance he once carried, the confidence that had filled his voice, had crumbled entirely. Now, all that remained was fear ¡ª pure, suffocating fear. Lucian¡¯s expression remained as still as stone. Lucian¡¯s expression remained as still as stone, his gaze unwavering. "Interesting," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with dark curiosity, "So... did that swordsman create fire out of nowhere using this Spiritual Energy?" "No... Th-that¡¯s a low-grade attacking talisman inscribed in a special paper," the man stammered, "it doesn¡¯t require much spiritual energy, so even a mortal can use it with the energy already stored within the talisman." Even though it was his first time hearing such a thing in both his lifetimes, the notion of a simple piece of paper holding such devastating power intrigued him. Lucian tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp as it bore into the man¡¯s soul, "and what about these movement talismans you speak of?" "H-high grade movement talisman uses natural energy," the man continued, feeling his heart hammer in his chest, "without spiritual energy in the surroundings, they can¡¯t be used. They¡¯re inert." "Why so?" "M-movement talismans, for example, rely on spatial rules, and they need spiritual energy to supplement the activation," his body trembled, but he still forced himself to speak, his voice barely a whisper. "If the person who activated a movement talisman can¡¯t supply enough Spiritual Energy, it will absorb that excessive energy from the nature. So without natural energy... they¡¯re useless." "A person like me without stepping into Qi Gathering realm, it¡¯s impossible to use it in this motal ind where there¡¯s no Spiritual energy!" Lucian¡¯s gaze deepened, crimson eyes flickering with an unknown light. ¡¯There¡¯s much I still don¡¯t understand about this new world.¡¯ The man swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm despite the overwhelming pressure emanating from Lucian¡¯s presence. His mind raced, searching for a way out of this perilous situation. "Senior Brother Lucian," he began, his voice shaky, but trying to maintain some semnce ofposure, "this... this is justmon knowledge in the world of cultivation. Without spiritual energy, it¡¯s... it¡¯s ufortable for the great cultivators to stay in such ces." "They can¡¯t recover their strength naturally. That¡¯s why they send small cultivators at the Body Strengthening stage like us into cursednds like these, to temper our bodies, to gain experience in harsh conditions." "No one here on these mortal inds will pose a threat to us, e-except for the disciples from other sects," he stammered, ncing nervously around. "But there¡¯s a rule against killing other sect members in ces like this, so we don¡¯t dare to attack each other. A-and if we discover any promising seeds for cultivation, we can earn rewards by rmending them to the sect, just like your brother Julius." His voice trembled with a mixture of apprehension and urgency, desperately trying to emphasize the potential benefits. He paused, gauging Lucian¡¯s expression. Those crimson eyes remained unmoving, like twin vortexes pulling him into the abyss. "But if... if I die here, the sect would surely investigate," he continued, a bead of sweat tracing down his brow. "The elders would-" Lucian¡¯s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint shing within them. His voice was low, a whisper that sent chills down the man¡¯s spine, "are you threatening me?" "N-no! No, senior brother, I wouldn¡¯t dare!" the man stammered, his heart pounding in his chest. His words tumbled out faster, desperate to exin, "I... I¡¯m only trying to give you a reason to reconsider. If the sect finds out I¡¯ve perished here, especially in such a deste ce, they¡¯ll send someone to investigate." "With no the spiritual energy in this region, any death bes suspicious. They might think..." He hesitated, his voice trembling, "they might think someone of other sects was involved." Chapter 44: Immortal!? (5) Lucian¡¯s cold eyes narrowed as he approached the trembling figure slumped against the tree. His presence felt like a suffocating force, pressing down on the man¡¯s chest, each breath a struggle. Blood still oozed from his wounds, though the healing pill had managed to staunch the worst of it. "Didn¡¯t you say this is just a small ind?" His voice carried an unsettling calm, like the eye of a storm, but beneath it was an undeniable undercurrent of menace. The man¡¯s breath hitched, his mind racing, trying to find the right words under the suffocating pressure of Lucian¡¯s presence. His heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to answer quickly, fearing what would happen if he hesitated for too long. "Y-yes... this isn¡¯t the maind. It¡¯s one of the many inds that broke off after the ancient war... when a great cultivator shed with a Demon King." His voice trembled, each wording out rushed, "the battle was so catastrophic that this side of the continent itself fractured into thousands of pieces, scattering across the sea. This ce... this cursednd, was one of those fragments." Lucian¡¯s gaze darkened, processing the information, "a piece of a shattered continent..." "Such secrets, the knowledge of these inds and their true nature, surely the Emperors must know of them, correct?" his voice, though calm, held an undercurrent of suspicion, as if he expected the answer to unravel a deeper conspiracy. The man swallowed hard, fear flickering in his eyes, "yes, they do... But they keep it hidden, not wanting the mortal world to descend into chaos." Stay connected with m-v l|e¡¯m,p| y- r The man continued, his voice shaking, "It doesn¡¯t have any Spiritual Energy. Thesends... seemed to have been forsaken by the Heavens. After that battle, the energy never returned, and now... well, the stronger sects don¡¯t care about these cursednds anymore." A faint sneer curled Lucian¡¯s lips, "so, these sects just let this ce rot?" "No, not quite. The sects like my Crimson Sky sect control these mortal Empires, but they don¡¯t bother too much with these inds. They only send lower-ranked disciples here to broaden their experiences. No one of real power would waste time on a ce like this," the man stammered, feeling the weight of Lucian¡¯s scrutiny pressing down on him. Lucian stepped closer, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity, "and yet... they send people here. Why? How do you arrive at these inds?" Lucian couldn¡¯t help but remember the memories he absorbed when he took over this body. Before his reincarnation, ¡¯he¡¯ had visited the ocean but had neverid eyes on any continent or its fragmented pieces, only the vast, endless blue stretching before ¡¯him¡¯. The man swallowed hard, sensing the urgency of his answer. "I don¡¯t know the real reason," the man stammered, his voice wavering with uncertainty. "But... once, I identally overheard two elders discussing something about Qi and Fate Movement. He mentioned that if the mortals on these inds discovered that they were living like livestock, it could disrupt the Qi movement and throw everything into chaos. That¡¯s why they send us here ¡ª to keep the Empires in check and maintain control over the popce." He took a deep breath, his desperation spilling into his words, "and they send us here through an array formation," "It¡¯s the only way to travel between these inds. The ocean is too vast and extremely dangerous to cross. Demonic beasts lurk beneath the waves, waiting to strike. It would be impossible to navigate the waters without being killed even for an elder from the sect." Lucian¡¯s interest piqued at the mention of the array formation, "so there¡¯s a method to connect these forsakennds to the maind?" The man¡¯s eyes darted around nervously, the fear of revealing too much weighing heavily on him, but he still replied truthfully, "only those with permission from the sect can utilize the array. It¡¯s a tightly guarded secret, reserved for the disciples of the sect. Without that, we¡¯re just trapped here, stranded on this deste ind." His thoughts turned to escape, "and who controls this array formation here?" "Senior brother J-Jason," the man stammered, "he¡¯s a first-level Qi Gathering cultivator... also an inner sect disciple, sent by my Crimson Sky Sect to oversee this part of the ind." Lucian raised an eyebrow, the name ringing strange to his ears, "Jason, huh! And he¡¯s at the first level of Qi Gathering!?" "Yes, sir..." the man¡¯s voice trembled as he continued, "it¡¯s the realm right after Body Strengthening. Once you¡¯ve tempered your body to its peak, you can start gathering Spiritual Energy and unlocking your meridians." Lucian¡¯s gaze grew sharper, "So, any mortal can ascend to that level?" The man quickly shook his head, fear shing in his eyes, "no! Not all are blessed by Fate. Most mortals can¡¯t even reach the peak of Body Strengthening." "They¡¯ll spend their entire lives trying and still fail. Only those chosen by destiny, or those born into wealth and resources, can make it beyond." Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a faint smirk, "so Fate decides. And those who are not chosen... they are left to rot." The man nodded, desperation seeping into his voice, "exactly... most mortals are bound by their limits. They can never absorb enough energy to advance in their lifetimes. Only those born with talent, or with ess to heavenly and earthly treasures, can break through." Lucian¡¯s eyes flicked to the faint glow emanating from the man¡¯s pockets, shimmering like distant stars against the darkness of the night. "And these are?" he asked, his voice low and curious, "what role do they y?" As the man hesitated, Lucian¡¯s intensitypelled him to retrieve the glowing stones from his pocket, revealing their radiant surfaces illuminated by the moonlight. "Spiritual Stones..." the man¡¯s trembling hand offered the stones to Lucian, "they contain pure, condensed nature¡¯s Spiritual Energy. For those at the Body Strengthening stage, absorbing energy indirectly from these stones can speed up their cultivation." "But¡­ you need to be at the peak of Body Strengthening to fully absorb their power." Lucian¡¯s eyes glinted with interest as he took one of the stones, feeling the cold energy pulsing from it, "so, without reaching the peak of Body Strengthening, one cannot handle their energy?" The man nodded quickly, "Yes, sir. The body would burst from within if it tried to absorb too much without being strong enough. However, even if you can¡¯t directly absorb the energy, over time... the stone will still release small amounts of energy, gradually entering your body. It can help fasten the process toplete Body Strengthening, but... it¡¯s dangerous if rushed." Lucian held the stone up to the dim moonlight, its faint glow reflecting in his blood-red eyes. He could feel the power contained within, dormant yet potent, waiting to be tapped. "So... a tool for the chosen few." "Yes," the man whispered, hope creeping into his voice, "If you let me live, I can help you. I know the way to the array formation. I can take you there, help you leave this forsaken ce." Lucian¡¯s smile faded, his expression turning unreadable. He walked closer, his figure looming over the injured man, "you think I can¡¯t see through your facade?" The man¡¯s heart raced, sweat ran down his back, his mind scrambling for a way to survive. "I... I know more things! I can... I can tell you how to avoid the sects¡¯ detection, how to escape without raising suspicion! Jason will be leaving soon, and nobody will question you if I¡¯m there!" Lucian¡¯s gaze darkened, his patience thinnin, "so, Jason will be leaving soon?" "Yes!" the man hurriedly answered, "He¡¯s scheduled to return to the maind in a month. The sect rotates its disciples stationed here, sending recements every month. If you... if you let me live, I can take you to the array formation, and... and help you leave before another senior brother arrives." Lucian¡¯s mind worked quickly, absorbing every piece of information. His eyes flickered to the horizon. Escaping this ind through the array formation was an enticing thought, but he needed more ¡ª he needed leverage, power. The man, sensing Lucian¡¯s hesitation, quickly retrieved something from his pouch, "here... these stones... take them too... they¡¯ll help you reach the peak of Body Strengthening faster. Even without proper cultivation techniques, just holding them will allow the energy to flow into your body." Lucian extended his hand, and the man, trembling, ced the remaining Spiritual Stones into his palm. The energy was faint but unmistakable, a soft hum of power waiting to be unleashed. The man watched Lucian carefully, his heart pounding in his chest, "I swear, if you let me live, I¡¯ll¡ª" Lucian¡¯s hand suddenly shot forward, moving faster than the eye could follow! The man¡¯s breath caught in his throat as Lucian¡¯s palm mmed against his forehead, the force snapping his head back. There was no time for the man to react, no chance for him to draw the knife he had secretly clutched beneath his robes. Lucian stood still, his eyes cold and detached, as the man¡¯s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. For a moment, the forest was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. Lucian looked down at the stones in his hand, his mind racing ¡ª not with fear, but with a long lost anticipation. Chapter 45: Immortal!? (6) Looking at the headless body before him, Lucian sighed. He hadn¡¯t intended to kill this man, if possible. After all, his death might bring more trouble than benefit. Four cultivators had already died by his hand, and if no one offered a reason for their deaths, the Crimson Sky sect would surely send someone to investigate, just as this headless corpse had warned. But if this person could have concocted any reasonable excuse for the deaths, Lucian wouldn¡¯t have found himself in this predicament. However, once he felt the man¡¯s killing intent, he had no choice. Even though he didn¡¯t want to kill him, Luciancked any method to control people¡¯s minds, forcing them to obey his will. Perhaps the cultivation world held such techniques, but to current Lucian, those methods were nothing but a distant luxury. He had seen through the man¡¯s deception when he mentioned Jeson. Lucian knew with absolute certainty that this man would lead him straight to Jeson and use the opportunity to have Lucian killed. He didn¡¯t need to test the extent of his own physical strength against an enemy who likely outssed him. He wasn¡¯t foolish enough to take such a risk, especially since he had only recently be aware of how much stronger his new body was. Though stronger than these Body Strengthening stage cultivators, Lucian had seen the expressions of fear and respect in the man¡¯s eyes, indicating that Qi Gathering was apletely different level. There had been a sh of instinctive fear in his eyes when he spoke of it, and even the Crimson Sky sect only entrusted Qi Gathering cultivators with such duties, showing their strength. Another reason to kill the man was the poisoned knife he had been holding! Even with his heaven-defying physique, ¡¯Lucian¡¯ had already died once due to poison from the mortal world. Now faced with the threat of poison from the cultivation world, he wasn¡¯t eager to test how potent these toxins were. He couldn¡¯t afford to be reckless. These thoughts passed through his mind quickly as Lucian crouched down, indifferent to the death before him. He began searching the headless corpse. Surprisingly, the man still had 3 spirit stones hidden within his robes, and there were also other things of significance ¡ª a the poisonced knife, a small bottle of poison, and also a yellowish thin piece of paper, which he promptly pocketed to inspect itter. The knife was slender, no longer than the length of a forearm, its de as thin as a chicken ughtering de but with a sharper edge that gleamed faintly in the dim moonlight. The handle was wrapped in worn ck leather, giving it a rough, well-used appearance. Lucian could still smell the bitter, metallic tang of the poison smeared along the edge. The bottle of poison was small, no bigger than a thumb, made of dark ss. Through the translucent exterior of the bottle, Lucian could see a thick, viscous liquid within ¡ª a deep green substance that seemed to swirl of its own ord, asionally bubbling as if alive! After searching the body, Lucian dragged it over to the others he had killed earlier. He searched them as well but only managed to find 2 more spirit stones. Their weapons had already been shattered in the previous fight, so Lucian didn¡¯t bother taking them ¡ª except for a broken arrow that seemed sharp enough to be of useter. He paused, collecting all the bodies, including those of the soldiers who had apanied him. Among them alsoy Drake, his lifeless form sprawled on the ground, eyes wide open in a final expression of horror, as if still trying to convey the terror that had consumed him in hisst moments. Lucian arranged the bodies into a single heap. By doing so, he hoped that the wild animals would soone to devour the remains. Although this wouldn¡¯t erase all traces of the reason behind their deaths, it would make it harder for anyone from the sect to trace the deaths back to him. If they came to investigate, they wouldn¡¯t find a clean battlefield with the bodies of fallenrades. Lucian harbored a flicker of hope that his efforts would sow confusion among the sect members, leading them to suspect that an enemy from another faction had carried out the massacre. As for how he, a mortal and the only survivor, would present himself as a na?ve weakling, Lucian already had a n forming in his mind. As these people hade to kill him, so there was no need to give them a proper burial. Even if he wanted to give to these guards, it would have been unwise. If anyone from the sect asked how he¡¯d had the time or desire to bury his enemies, they would grow suspicious. No predator would care for the remains of its prey. While it was unlikely that the sect could easily trace the deaths back to him, Lucian didn¡¯t know how cultivators tracked such things. It was better to be cautious than to risk being discovered. Less than an hourter, Lucian heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching ¡ª wild wolves, their padded feet barely making a sound against the forest floor. Growl~ Growl~ Their yellow eyes glowed faintly in the dim moonlight, reflecting the moonlight, and their fur was a matted gray, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the night. These wolves wererger than the domestic dogs, their bodies lean with hunger, ribs visible beneath their fur as they prowled closer to the scene. Their sharp, curved fangs gleamed as they bared their teeth, driven by the scent of blood. Lucian quietly hid himself in a nearby tree, his gaze sharp as he watched the beasts below. Even though the night shrouded the forest in thick darkness, his enhanced sight allowed him to see everything with unnerving rity. He could make out the wolves¡¯ every movement, their sinewy muscles tensing as they circled the corpses. Despite his blood-soaked clothes, the overwhelming scent of death from the bodies drowned out his own presence. These wolves were unintelligent creatures, driven purely by their hunger and instincts. The sheer volume of blood from the dead bodies masked any trace of Lucian¡¯s scent. The wolves tore into the corpses with ravenous intensity, their jaws crunching through bone as they devoured the remains. Once Lucian was certain that the wolves had reduced the bodies to little more than scattered bones, he descended from the tree, his sharp eyes scanning the dark forest. He heard it again ¡ª a faint, desperate neigh carried on the wind, barely audible over the rustle of the leaves. A horse was still alive! Without wasting a moment, Lucian sprinted through the underbrush, his movements swift and silent. His blood-soaked clothes clung to him, but the scent of death masked his presence, keeping the wolves from noticing him as he moved. The forest seemed to blur past him until he reached a small clearing where a horse stood, trembling, its body weak from fear and injury. Among all the horses that had apanied the group, this was the only one seemed to be still standing. From that spot alone, the faint sound of neighing reached Lucian¡¯s ears, a clear sign that the other horses had either fled too far or met their end. Blood dripped steadily from a wound in its abdomen, dark and sluggish, yet not immediately life-threatening. Lucian could see its nks heaving from exhaustion, the ragged breath escaping its nostrils as it tried to remain upright. Despite its injury, it hadn¡¯t copsed, but it was only a matter of time. "Sigh..." Lucian exhaled softly, relief washing over him as he saw that the beast was not beyond saving. Neigh~~ As soon as the horse spotted him, its frantic cry breaking through the otherwise quiet night. Its eyes were wide, filled with panic, and its body trembled violently. The sound of its distressed neighing echoed through the clearing, revealing its location to Lucian ¡ª and perhaps to the wolves as well. It struggled to step back, its muscles tensing in fear, but it was too weak to run. The only thing it could do was call out, hoping for help in the face of impending doom. As Lucian appeared, the wolves¡¯ attention shifted instantly. Their yellow eyes locked onto him, glowing with a ravenous hunger, their breath fogging the cold air. A low, guttural growl echoed from their throats, filling the night with a sense of impending danger. They moved with a calcted rhythm, tightening their circle around him, each step deliberate and full of tension. AWOOOO~~ The sound erupted from one of therger wolves, the pack stirred into a frenzy by the thick scent of blood clinging to Lucian¡¯s clothes. Then, without warning, one of the wolves lunged at Lucian, a blur of fur. Its maw opened wide, revealing rows of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth, its eyes wild with bloodlust. The sound of its snarl cut through the stillness, a chilling reminder of the danger at hand as the beast aimed straight for Lucian¡¯s throat. "Filthy beasts," Lucian didn¡¯t hesitate. He punched the wolf directly in the head, his fist shattering its skull with a sickening crack. The beast dropped instantly, its body crumpling into the dirt, lifeless. The other wolves froze, their bloodlust turning into fear as they realized this human was no easy prey. They began to retreat, tails tucked between their legs. But Lucian wasn¡¯t finished. In a blur of motion, he grabbed one of the retreating wolves by the hind leg! Crack~ Thud¨C Instead of killing it, he twisted, crushing its bones with precision. Experience tales at m v|l e¡¯m,p| y- r The wolf howled in agony as Lucian tossed it aside, crippled but alive. The remaining wolves fled into the shadows, unwilling to face him again. Lucian turned his attention back to the horse. It was still trembling, its eyes wide with fear, but it was still alive. Stepping closer, he began to calm down the beast. Chapter 46: Body Strengthening Realm - 1st Layer Crackle~ crackle~ The soft sound of fire echoed through the dark, silent forest, mixing with the asional rustle of leaves in the night breeze. mes flickered against the deep shadows, casting dancing patterns of light and darkness on the surrounding trees. The forest, once alive with the sounds of nature, now held an eerie quiet, as if even the beasts had retreated in the wake of the earlier bloodshed. A skinned wild animal hung over the fire, slowly roasting on a spit fashioned from rough tree branches, its juices sizzling as they dripped into the mes below. Lucian sat near the fire, the warmth brushing against his skin, though it did little to prate the cold air. His crimson eyes reflected the firelight as he idly fiddled with the spirit stone in his hand, the same stones he had acquired after the earlier confrontation. Before the man in the obsidian robe, had desperately offered 5 spirit stones, hoping they would be enough to spare his life. Though Lucian had taken the stones, but his mind had already been set on killing him. Once the body fell lifeless to the ground, Lucian discovered 3 more spirit stones hidden deep within the man¡¯s robes as well as a thin piece of paper that Lucian assumed was to be the movement talisman. His search didn¡¯t stop there. From the corpses of the man¡¯spanions ¡ª the spear-wielder and the long sword user ¡ª Lucian had retrieved one spirit stone from each, bringing his total to 10. The faint white glow of the stones illuminated his hands, their light as mystical as this new world around him. He muttered softly, his voice carried by the crackling of the fire, "so this is what they were willing to trade their lives for¡­ Spiritual Energy... fascinating! But how can I use this energy?" He frowned, staring at the stones in his hand. "Sigh! I should have asked that man before killing him! What if there was a technique or method they had to refine this energy?" His eyes glinted with a hint of frustration. "Do I need to chant some mantra or something?" Lucian let out a deeper sigh, his breath mingling with the cool night air. He rolled one of the stones between his fingers, feeling the steady pulse of energy within it. "This power is so close, yet just out of reach." He shook his head, lips curling slightly in self-mockery, "was I too hasty? Too ruthless?" "No¡­ hesitation is weakness. I¡¯ll just find the way on my own, even if it takes time. Did he say something about holding the stones and the body would automatically absorb the energy slowly?" Pausing for a moment, he clenched the stone in his hand tighter. The stones, irregr and rough like uncut diamonds, intrigued him. Lucian turned one over, feeling the cool, solid surface against his fingers. He couldn¡¯t determine whether they had been naturally formed this way or carefully shaped by someone before they reached his hands. The pale glow from within seemed to pulse faintly, like a heartbeat frozen in time. He applied pressure, testing its strength. But no matter how much force he used, the stone remained unscathed, its glow unwavering. It had no scent, no taste ¡ª just a cold, mystical beauty, as though he held a shard of the heavens themselves. Suddenly, as he turned the stone over in his palm, he felt a strange warmth spread through his hand. A surge of energy began to flow from the stone, not outwardly but inward, seeping through his palm. "I can actually absorb this energy?! And I don¡¯t feel any difort, but instead..." Lucian eximed, his eyes widening with astonishment. He closed his eyes, focusing intently on the sensation coursing through his veins. The sensation was strange, yet extremely intoxicating. The energy naturally moved along defined pathways within his body, channels he instinctively ¡¯saw¡¯ but could not yet control. However, those pathways felt clogged in certain ces, blocked, as if something within him was hindering the flow of the energy. Lucian frowned slightly, though his curiosity more deepened. "What is this blockage?" he whispered, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Could it be... my reincarnated soul hasn¡¯t fully adapted to this world yet?" His mind raced, grappling with the idea. "No, this isn¡¯t right! The soul and the physical body should operate independently. Forget it, let¡¯s take one step at a time." This must be spiritual energy, he mused. It was as though his body had been given water after a long drought, his fatigue and hunger slowly washing away, reced by a sense of invigoration, even euphoria. The energy wasn¡¯t just a refreshing sensation; it was fundamentally altering him. His skin cells seemed to devour the spiritual energy, absorbing it eagerly, like a beast feasting to grow stronger. The energy coursed through his body like molten fire, spreading from his hand to his limbs, igniting an unexinable warmth as it slowly flooded every corner of his body. "So, this is how it works," Lucian muttered, watching the faint glow radiate from his skin, "a cycle of devouring and growth... like a predator consuming its prey to evolve." The energy didn¡¯t merely flow through him; it was merging with him, reshaping him from within on a microscopic level. Each pulse of power interwove with his very essence, altering his physical body in profound ways. His very skin began to radiate a faint glow, nourished by the energy as it coursed through him. Beneath his flesh, in his blood, the energy seemed to take root, mingling with his very essence, strengthening him not just outwardly, but at a cellr level. Lucian felt his bones hum, his muscles tightening with newfound power, and his blood burning with an otherworldly warmth. "To grow stronger by devouring¡­ how fitting," Lucian muttered, a dark smile curling on his lips. For a moment, he closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm of his own heartbeat slow to match the ¡¯pulsing¡¯ of the stone. Then, as the energy gradually built up inside him, ¡¯something¡¯ snapped. Crack¡ª Boom¨C¨C It was as if an ¡¯invisible ceiling¡¯ had been shattered within his body. An inner tremor shook him from the inside, and almost immediately, a thick, tar-like substance began to seep out of his pores. The smell was extremely foul, the residue ck and vile, covering his skin like filth. Lucian quickly stood and removed his clothing, allowing the ck impurities to pour out of him, staining the ground beneath his feet. A wave offort washed over him as the dark substances left his body, releasing pent-up energy and tension. Each drop that fell felt like a weight lifted, as if he were sheddingyers of burden that had clung to him for too long. The processsted nearly five minutes, his body seemingly purging itself of its past weaknesses. When it finally stopped, Lucian felt lighter, his senses even sharper than before, and his connection to the spiritual energy within the spirit stones felt even more profound than few moments before. The stone in his hand had dimmed, its once vibrant glow fading until it crumbled into dust, scattering like whispers in the wind. With this transformation, now he was left with only nine spirit stones. "Is this... the Body Strengthening Realm?" Lucian muttered, feeling his body anew. His skin had be more resilient, his muscles denser, and his reflexes faster. Even his blood felt thicker with vitality. "It¡¯s like I¡¯ve been reborn!" "But didn¡¯t he say I can¡¯t directly absorb this energy otherwise my body would burst? Is my physical constitution really that powerful?" Doubt crept into his mind, mingling with his exhration. But before he could continue his thoughts, Gurgle~ His stomach growled, a primal hunger rising within him. Lucian didn¡¯t hesitate. He reached for the wolf¡¯s fur and wiped off the remaining impurities from his body, cleaning himself with the rough pelt. The sensation was coarse, yet he paid it no mind. "The more I appear ragged, the more convincing my struggle bes. Let them think I¡¯ve suffered greatly..." he whispered, chuckling darkly to himself. Once clean, Lucian turned his attention to the roasting wolf. Tearing into the meat, he ate swiftly, the vors exploding in his mouth. The rich, smoky taste of the wild wolf meat filled his senses, its fat dripping down his chin. It was tender, savory, with a slight char from the mes, its natural oils enhancing the vor. As Lucian devoured the meat, savoring every bite, his gaze shifted toward the still-alive wolf tied nearby. The beast, trembling in fear, stared at him with wide eyes, its body shivering uncontrobly. Lucian smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "And as for you..." he muttered darkly, approaching the beast thaty crippled, unable to escape. The creature shivered, its eyes wide with terror as Lucian slowly uncorked the poison-filled bottle. With deliberate care, he let a single drop fall onto its skin, ensuring none of the deadly liquid touched him. As soon as the poison hit, smoke rose from the creature¡¯s body, followed by an agonizing scream that pierced the quiet night. Lucian muttered to himself, his voice low and cold, "such a small drop, yet it burns straight through you. This is some good stuff." The stench of burning flesh filled the air, and Lucian¡¯s lips twisted into a satisfied grin. Chapter 47: Sir, Do You Know This Person? The dawn had just broken over the vast expanse of the Darkhart Dukedom, its first rays spilling over the massive city walls like liquid gold. The city, nestled between the wilderness that stretched into the unknown, began to stir. From within the towering stone walls, the sounds of life slowly awakened ¡ª local shopkeepers unlocked their doors, sweeping the dirt streets in preparation for another day of trade. The tter of carts and the low murmur of voices filled the air as merchants set up their stalls, while the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the early morning breeze. This city, a fortress on the edge of a wilderness where no man dared tread too far, was alive with the rhythm of its daily chores, unaware of the looming storm on its horizon. Atop the city walls, the soldiers stoodzily by, some leaning against their spears, their eyes half-lidded in boredom. The morning watch was always the slowest ¡ª no battles to be fought, just the endless repetition of guarding a city that had not seen war or beast tide for years. Two soldiers chatted quietly, their conversation far removed from thoughts of duty. "Last night¡­ I went to visit Mei from the Red Blossom Pavilion," one soldier smirked, his grin widening as hispanion raised an eyebrow. "Brother, you have no idea. That woman has hands like silk and a tongue that could drive a man insane." "Mei? She¡¯s the one with the scarlet dress, right?" His fellow soldier leaned in closer, his curiosity getting the better of him, "I heard she¡¯s got a way of making you forget the world, but... how was it really?" The first soldier grinned, licking his lips as he remembered the night. "She¡¯s even better than the rumors, trust me. The things she did... let¡¯s just say I¡¯m still trying to figure out how she made me feel like that." "By the end of it, I didn¡¯t even have the strength to stand. My legs were shaking so badly, I had to crawl out of her room." Heughed, puffing out his chest with pride. His friend chuckled, shaking his head. "Sounds like she did more than just drain your strength. Probably squeezed every coin out of your purse too." "Coins? Ha! Worth every copper. I¡¯d sell my sword if it meant another night like that," the soldier replied, eyes gleaming, "You¡¯ve no idea what you¡¯re missing, brother. That woman is a goddess in bed." His friend chuckled, shaking his head, "If your wife finds out, you¡¯re going to get yourself into trouble one day." Just as the soldiers were lost in their idle banter, one of them squinted towards the main road that stretched out beyond the city. A figure appeared in the distance, a single horse galloping toward the city gates. The early morning haze blurred the details, but something about the rider seemed¡­ off. "Oi! Look!" the soldier shouted, pointing. "Someone¡¯sing fast. But Doesn¡¯t it look like something is wrong!?" "What do you mean, brother? Where?" "See for yourself! Look over there." The other soldiers quickly joined him at the edge of the wall, their hands shading their eyes as they peered down the road. As the horse drew closer, the sight became clearer ¡ª the rider slumped heavily, the reins loosely gripped in their hands. Blood soaked the horse¡¯s side, and the figure atop it barely seemed conscious. "STATE YOUR NAME!" one of the guards shouted, his voice cutting through the still morning air. But, there was no response. The rider remained silent, swaying with the horse¡¯s galloping rhythm. Another soldier cursed under his breath, "Look! That person is barely holding on. They¡¯re seemed to be injured!" "Oi newbie, go fetch themander, now!" one of the guards barked, urgency creeping into his voice as they moved to open the gates. "F*ck! Newbie, what are you standing there for? MOVE! Call themander!" the older guard snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Yes, yes.., right away captian!" The recruit, jolted back to action, hurried off, his steps quick as he rushed to carry out the order. "You there, sound the rm!" the guard ordered, his voice firm and steady. "Right away, Captain!" he shouted as he sprinted across the courtyard, his armor nking with each hurried step. Soon, Ding~ Dong~ The rm bell echoed through the city, a warning that sent guards scrambling to their positions. The streets stirred in response, citizens ncing toward the gates with worry etched on their faces. After all, this was the Duke¡¯s household; any breach of its security would not only put the Duke¡¯s life in danger but also threaten the reputation of the entire Empire. The city immediately went into high alert, with more guards rushing forward as the wounded rider drew closer the city gates. NEIGH~~ The horse, soaked in sweat and visibly exhausted, limped to a stop in front of the city gates, letting out a weak, strained neigh. A gaping wound on its abdomen, crusted with dried blood, bore the unmistakable marks of a savage wild beast¡¯s ws. Its body trembled with every ragged breath, barely holding itself upright, as if on the verge of copse. The moment the animal stopped, the rider¡¯s body sagged, tumbling from the saddle like a lifeless doll. Thud¨C They hit the ground with a sickening thud, dust swirling in the air as the soldiers rushed forward, quickly forming a tight circle around the fallen rider. Their eyes darted between one another, hands gripping the hilts of their weapons, ready for anything. "This person appears to be unconscious!" one of the guards called out, kneeling beside the rider. His hand hovered over the man¡¯s chest, hesitating. "Wait!" another guard warned sharply, eyes narrowing, "We should still be cautious. It could be a trap! Wait till themander arrives." Just then, the heavy thud of boots announced the arrival of the city guardmander. His dark brows furrowed in concentration as he strode through the gates, his armor gleaming under the dim light and clinking with each purposeful step. "What¡¯s the situation?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the tension. "Commander, over here!" one of the guards called urgently. His sharp eyes immediately fell upon the figure lying in the dirt. The figurey crumpled on the ground, an arrow embedded deep in the back of his leg. His tattered clothes were drenched in blood, torn in several ces. A putrid odor filled the air, emanating from the man¡¯s body ¡ª a grotesque mix of sweat, dried blood, and the unmistakable scent of ¡¯festering wounds¡¯. The foulness was overwhelming, causing the soldiers encircling him to grimace in disgust and instinctively pull back, their expressions reflecting revulsion as they maintained a wary distance from the fallen figure. Instead of using his hands, themander positioned the man¡¯s body by carefully rolling him onto his back with his legs. As he looked upon the fallen figure, his expression shifted dramatically, his face paling to a ghostly white. Tremors coursed through him, as if he had been struck by an unseen force. "How¡­ How is this possible?" he murmured, his voice barely rising above a whisper. His hands quivered as he knelt down quickly, examining the bloodied face to confirm the horrific reality before him. While the other soldiers surrounding him failed to recognize the man, he, as one of the Commander Generals under the Duke Darkhart¡¯smand, possessed an acute awareness of the identity of the individual lying unconscious before him. It was impossible for him to overlook the unmistakable features ¡ª crimson eyes and white hair ¡ª every detail resonated with the truth, striking him with the force of a thunderp. "Commander!" one of the soldiers asked, rmed by his superior¡¯s reaction. "Sir, do you¡­ do you know this person?" Themander shot the soldier a withering re, "Fool! Don¡¯t waste time with questions. GO! Fetch the Duke immediately!" Although they did not understand the gravity of the situation right way, the soldiers quickly sensed the shift in the atmosphere. Witnessing their usually easygoingmander¡¯s stunned reaction, an uneasy feeling settled over them. Another soldier stepped forward, his hands shaking, "I¡¯ll go get the physician, Commander. We will be needing his help!" Seeing themander nod in agreement, he quickly turned and sprinted through the gates toward the city, shouting for the physician. "Four of you!" themander barked, urgencycing his tone, "Get your ass over here and lift him gently. We need to get him inside immediately. If he dies on your watch, I¡¯ll make sure you pay the price with your lives!" The soldiers obeyed instantly, their faces pale. They moved to lift the wounded man, their hands gripping him as delicately as if they were handling a priceless artifact. Even with the arrow lodged in his leg, they navigated the task, ensuring not to jostle his injury as they cradled his body, The tension in the air was thick, the morning light doing little to dispel the growing sense of dread that hung over the scene. As they carried the man toward the city, themander followed closely, his mind racing, heart pounding with anxiety. This can¡¯t be happening! Chapter 48: Duke Varian [Half R18] The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the luxurious crimson silk sheets. A man in his early 40s, tall and muscr with chiseled features, had dark, tousled hair that brushed his broad shoulders. His rough hands gripped the hips of the woman in front of him, pulling her back forcefully with each thrust. His eyes, predatory and burning with lust, drank in the sight of her bare back arching beneath him. She was a vision of beauty ¡ª young, with soft, pale skin that gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in waves, the strands sticking to her skin as her body trembled beneath his powerful movements. Her lips were parted, flushed and trembling with gasps of pleasure, while her breasts bounced with every harsh motion. Her wide, doe-like eyes, zed with desire, looked back at him over her shoulder. "Ahh... Your Grace... mphh... your c0ck feels so good inside my c*nt..." she whimpered, her voice breathy and filled with desperate need. Her fingers clenched the silk sheets, knuckles white, as her body shuddered with the overwhelming sensation. "F*ck... I want you to use me however you want! Please... use me as your c*m dumpster and breed me! Fill me up with your babies!" A cruel smirk spread across the man¡¯s lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Don¡¯t worry, sweetheart," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine, "I¡¯ll pump you full until you can¡¯t take anymore. That tight little c*nt belongs to me now. You¡¯re mine... my personal s*x ve." His hips moved faster, mming into her f*ckhole with relentless force, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Mphh~ ahmm~ She moaned louder, her cries of ecstasy growing more desperate with each thrust. He reveled in her reactions, his hands gripping her soft, yielding flesh as he drove deeper into her, iming her in every possible way. Her body rocked with pleasure, her mind lost in the haze of sensation as he pounded into her mercilessly from behind. Pah~ pah~ Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her entire being consumed by the raw, primal act of submission. Her lips quivered, her breathing in ragged gasps as she gave herselfpletely to him, her moans filling the air in a symphony of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh pping against flesh, wet and obscene as the man continued to pound into her without mercy. Her full, supple breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, the delicate skin jiggling as her body was rocked forward, barely able to hold herself up. Every inch of her was trembling, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that coursed through her. Her p*ssy, drenched and dripping, clung tightly around his ¡¯thick¡¯ cock, her juices spilling out onto his shaft and down her thighs. "Ohh... F-f*ck," she cried, her voice cracking as she neared the edge. "I¡¯m so close... so close..." The man groaned, his grip tightening on her wide hips as he increased the pace, his body moving with brutal precision. The slick sounds of her wetness echoed between them, mingling with her desperate moans. p~ p~ p¡ª The noise of his hips colliding with her soft flesh grew louder, more frantic. "Are you ready to take my load?" he growled, his voice thick with desire as his own release built within him, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Yes!" she screamed, her voice raw with ¡¯need¡¯. "Yes, please! I want your c*m inside me, my lord! F*ck, fill me up!" "That¡¯s a good girl," he rasped, his voice low andmanding. His thrusts became erratic, his body tensing. "Here ites!" With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself fully inside her, his cock pulsing as hot streams of cum shot deep into her. He grunted, his jaw clenched, as wave after wave of his thick seed filled her, the sensation sending her into a spiral of orgasmic bliss. Spurt~ spurt¡ª His c*m gushed into her, so much that it began to leak from her swollen p*ssy, trickling down and staining the sheets beneath them. Her body convulsed around him, her p*ssy tightening as she came hard, her moans turning into breathless gasps. He continued to pump her, slowly now, milking everyst drop from himself, his c0ck still twitching inside her. Finally, drained and satisfied, he pulled out with a slick, wet sound, leaving her panting and trembling, her p*ssy still dripping with his seed. Knock! Knock! All of a sudden, a sharp sound of knuckles rapping against the heavy oak door cut through the haze of lust that filled the room. It was jarring,pletely out of ce amid the heated atmosphere. If it had been any other time, the person behind the door would have waited ¡ª knocking politely, expecting to be answered. But this time, there was no pause. Knock! Knock! Knock! The knocking continued, insistent and urgent, growing louder with each strike as if whoever stood outside had no intention of waiting. The man¡¯s head snapped toward the door, his expression darkening with irritation as the relentless knocking persisted. His hand tightened around the woman¡¯s wide waist, but his focus was now elsewhere. "Who dares...?" he muttered under his breath, his voice low, but menacing. He pulled away from her, his eyes narrowing as he strode toward the door, his powerful frame radiating annoyance. After donning his trousers hastily, the middle aged man flung the door open, he was met by a wide-eyed soldier, who stood rigidly at attention, his face pale and beaded with sweat. The soldier¡¯s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, yet he barely hesitated. "Your Grace, forgive the intrusion," the soldier stammered, bowing quickly, "There¡¯s an urgent matter at the city gates. Commander Ulric sent me to inform you immediately." The Duke, Duke Varian Darkhart, fixed the soldier with a piercing gaze, irritation evident on his face. "This better be worth disturbing my time," he growled, his tone as sharp as the de strapped to his side, "What is it that could not wait?" "There¡¯s¡­ there¡¯s a man, Your Grace," the soldier replied, his voice trembling slightly. "A lone man, severely wounded. Commander Ulric recognized him, but¡­" He paused, seemingly afraid to continue, "He says you need to see this for yourself. It¡¯s... it¡¯s someone important." The Duke¡¯s irritation vanished in an instant, reced by a cold, focused intensity. He didn¡¯t need to ask any more questions. He knew Ulric well enough to trust his judgment, and if his most trustedmander deemed it necessary to summon him personally, it could only mean that something dire was afoot. At this moment echoing of the rm bell also reached Duke¡¯s ear. The room was previously sealed off, its thick walls muffling the outside world and dulling the echo of the rm bell that rang ominously beyond. It was this very istion that prompted Commander Ulric to hastily send a soldier for the Duke. Duke Varian took a step back, nodding curtly. "Lead the way," he ordered, slipping on his cloak and grabbing his sword from its ce by the door. Without another nce at the woman still sprawled on his bed, he strode out, his entire demeanor shifting into that of a warrior preparing for battle. ... As the door mmed shut, the flicker of satisfaction in woman¡¯s eyes dimmed, reced by a smirk of mocking disappointment. She leaned back, running her fingers through her disheveled hair, sighing as she looked towards the door with narrowed eyes. "No wonder there are rumors about the Duke¡¯s ipetence," she sneered, adjusting her gown over her bare shoulders. "All that posturing, yet he still can¡¯t produce an heir." Her gaze shifted to the door he¡¯d just exited, a glint of derision lighting up her features. With a swift, dismissive gesture, she spat onto the floor, a scowl forming on her lips. "He dares to make me his ything with such a tiny thing? Even my fingers are bigger. What a pathetic excuse for a man." ... As Duke Varian Darkhart marched down the shadowed corridor, his heavy boots echoing off the stone walls, the soldier by his side ryed the grim details without hesitation. The man spoke in hushed, urgent tones, outlining the scene he¡¯d encountered at the city gates Duke Varian¡¯s brow furrowed as he absorbed the information, but his stride did not falter. The soldier soon led him through the winding halls of the infirmary until they reached a secluded chamber, where the air was thick with the stench of herbs and sweat. In the corridor outside a room, soldiers stood like statues, their expressions grim and watchful as they noticed the Duke approach. They hastily saluted, their movements sharp and precise. One of them quickly stepped forward, opening the door with a firm hand. "Commander Ulric and the physician are inside, Your Grace," he reported, his voice steady. As he entered, his gaze immediately fell upon Commander Ulric, standing beside a bed, his face ashen. Ulric, usually a cheerful and easygoing presence, now looked shaken, his grip tight around the hilt of his sword as if anchoring himself to the ground. Beside him, an elderly physician worked over the motionless figure on the bed. The physician¡¯s hands carefully gripped the arrow lodged deep in the young man¡¯s leg, his face etched with concentration as he began to pull it out. Chapter 49: My Dear Brother... The Duke¡¯s boots scraped across the cold stone floor, his pace quickening with each step. His pulse raced, pounding in his ears, and though the room around him remained unchanged ¡ª the dim candlelight flickering, casting long shadows on the walls ¡ª he could see none of it. His vision had narrowed, locked solely on the motionless figure lying on the bed. Beside the bed, the old physician worked silently. His hands, though aged and weathered, moved with the precision of long practice as he carefully removed the arrow embedded in the young man¡¯s leg. Blood slowly seeped from the wound, dark and thick, pooling beneath the linens. Without hesitation, the physician applied a thick, pungent paste, attempting to staunch the flow and ward off infection. Varian¡¯s breath caught in his throat, recognition striking him like a blow to the chest. He staggered forward, gripping the edge of the bed for support, his hands trembling. "No¡­ it can¡¯t be," he muttered, voice hoarse with disbelief. His gaze was fixed on the pale, bloodied face before him, his mind reeling from the realization of who it was. "Old man," Varian said sharply, his voice filled with urgency, "Open his eyelids. I need to confirm something." The physician hesitated for only a moment, startled by the Duke¡¯s sudden intensity, before nodding. With trembling fingers, he carefully pried open the man¡¯s eyelids. Whaty beneath was unnatural ¡ª the eyes gleamed faintly in the low light, their irises dark red, like blood swirling in a ss. The deep crimson seemed to pulse, as though alive, and Varian could feel a chill spread through him at the sight. "This must be blood¡­ in his eyes, right?" Varian whispered, his voice barely audible. His heart raced, pounding harder with each beat. The old physician leaned closer, squinting as he examined them, shaking his head slightly, replied calmly, "No, Your Grace¡­ it¡¯s not blood. Just¡­ his natural pupils! A truly unique color indeed." Varian had seen those eyes before, but never like this. The realization pressed down on him like an iron chain. Even though their encounters had been few, the striking features were impossible to forget. His hands trembled uncontrobly as he clutched the bed tighter, turning toward the physician with wide, fearful eyes, "Are you sure he... he¡¯s still alive?" The physician wiped the sweat from his brow, his face etched with exhaustion, "Fortunately, he is, Your Grace, though barely. The blood loss and infection¡­ It¡¯s a miracle that he¡¯s still breathing." Sighed in relief, Duke Varian forced himself to stand straighter, regaining some measure of control. He could not afford to show weakness now. His emotions, the fear gnawing at him, would have to wait. "You¡¯ve done well," Varian said quietly, though his voice remained tight with tension. He turned to the physician, his gaze sharp. "But remember, you are not to speak of what happened here. Not a word of his condition, or anything you¡¯ve seen. Otherwise¡­" His tone grew cold, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air. The physician nodded, understanding the gravity of the Duke¡¯s words, "Of course, Your Grace. I will keep this matter strictly confidential. You have my word." He gathered his tools quickly, his footsteps soft as he slipped out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Varian and Commander Ulric alone with the figure lying in the bed. A heavy silence filled the room, thick and suffocating. Varian¡¯s hands shook slightly as he turned to Ulric, whose face had gone pale, his jaw clenched. "Your Grace," Ulric began hesitantly, his voice low, "Are you certain this is truly the Prince? I¡¯ve only ever seen him in the portrait¡­ but you¡­" Varian cut him off, his gaze darkening. "There¡¯s no doubt," he muttered, though the weight of the revtion hung heavy in the air. Shaking off the moment, Varian¡¯s voice grew urgent, "Have you sent men to search the area? His guards, his retinue ¡ª someone must still be alive!?" Ulric nodded stiffly, "Yes, Your Grace. We¡¯ve already dispatched several search parties, but¡­" He hesitated, his brow furrowing with concern, "There¡¯s been no sign of anyone else. No guards, no horses! It¡¯s as if he came alone!" Alone? Varian¡¯s heart sank. That made no sense. A Royal Prince would never travel without his guard. Something had gone terribly wrong! Ulric¡¯s voice dropped lower,ced with unease as he continued, "I¡¯ve also ordered the men to venture deeper into the wilderness¡­ but so far, still nothing. I¡¯m afraid..." Silence settled over them once again, the faint sound of Lucian¡¯sbored breathing the only indication of life in the room. Varian¡¯s mind whirled with possibilities, each one more dangerous than thest. "Ulric," Varian said, his voice barely above a whisper, "we must learn what happened. Was there anything else you find?" "All we discovered was a small knife in the Prince¡¯s possession," Ulric replied, his expression grim. "I see. For now no-one must know his true identity until we find out what exactly happened to the Prince," Varian added, determination hardening his voice. Ulric, still gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, nodded. "The soldiers who brought him here, as well as the city guards have never seen the Prince before, Your Grace," he said cautiously. Varian paused, weighing Ulric¡¯s words carefully. It was indeed true; Lucian had faded into obscurity over the past several year, his absence almost entirely forgotten by the court. Now in his current state ¡ª bloodied and unconscious ¡ª few would recognize him now. If not for his prior encounters with Lucian as a Duke, Varian also might not have recognised the Prince entirely. As for Ulric, he had recognized Lucian only because the Duke¡¯s men in the Imperial Capital had informed the Duke of the Emperor¡¯s order for the Prince¡¯s visit here, providing a detailed portrait for reference. He was near the city gates only because he had been aware that Prince Lucian would be arriving soon, but the timing was supposed to be closer to evening today. Suddenly Ulric leaned closer, his voices dropping to a low murmur, "Your Grace, may I speak freely?" Varian nodded, his gaze narrowing. "Is it possible¡­ this is a trap?" Ulric asked, his tone cautious. "What are you suggesting?" Varian, startled, asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Consider it, Your Grace," Ulric pressed, his voice lowering, "The Emperor has been growing suspicious of our influence, slowly closing his grip on the Dukedom. What if this is just a scheme to entangle us? Using the Prince as bait to test our loyalty or set a trap?" The thought made Varian¡¯s blood run cold. He had considered it, but hearing it aloud gave it weight. "Are you suggesting the Emperor orchestrated this? That he ordered his own son¡¯s assassination to set a trap for us?" His voice shook slightly as he tried to mask the dread creeping in. "But why would a tiger devour his own cub?" Ulric¡¯s expression darkened, "But Prince Lucian is not just any son. He¡¯s but a concubine¡¯s child ¡ª an outsider in the Imperial Family. He¡¯s never been a threat to his siblings. If the Emperor saw a way to use his death to paint us as traitors, to consolidate his power, he wouldn¡¯t hesitate." Varian¡¯s heart sank deeper as Ulric¡¯s words echoed in his mind. The thought of being ensnared in such a deadly web, where even the Emperor¡¯s son could be a pawn, was almost too much to bear. "Are you suggesting we should wait until we know exactly what happened before informing the Emperor? But if we can recognize such a scheme so easily, why would that old fox resort to such straightforward tactics?" "Ughh¨C" Just as Ulric opened his mouth to respond, a low groan cut through the air. Both men froze, their eyes snapping to the bed. Lucian stirred, his face twitching with ¡¯pain¡¯, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. "Your Highness¡­" Varian whispered, stepping closer, his earlier fear now reced by a quiet urgency that tightened his chest. He leaned over the prince, his voice soft yet desperate, as he tried to connect with the fading consciousness before him. "Can you hear me, Your Highness? Are you feeling well now? Can you tell us what happened? Who did this to you?" Varian fired off a barrage of questions, his voice urgent and filled with concern. Ulric, standing beside him, ced a firm hand on the Duke¡¯s shoulder. "Your Grace, we should let the Prince calm down first," he suggested quietly. "He¡¯s been through a lot. Give him a moment." "You are right. I lost myposer for a moment." In the bed, Lucian¡¯s eyes fluttered open, revealing a deep well of ¡¯fear¡¯ that tugged at Varian¡¯s heart. Confusion clouded his gaze, and he ¡¯struggled to focus¡¯ on the faces hovering above him, their outlines shifting in and out of rity. "H-horse¡­" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with panic as he fought against the ¡¯pain¡¯, "Where¡¯s my horse?" His brow furrowed, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple, adding to the distress etched on his pale face. "Your horse?" Varian echoed, taken aback by the unexpected question, "What do you mean?" With a sharp inhale, Varian turned to face Ulric, who promptly replied,"Unfortunately, Your Highness, your horse couldn¡¯t make it. It... passed away." "I see¡­" Lucian replied, his voice cracking, a tremor of anguish weaving through each word, "Don¡¯t throw it away¡­ I need to see it off myself¡­" His ¡¯sorrow¡¯ was palpable. "Alright. Now Prince," Varian urged, desperationcing his tone, "Can you now tell us what exactly happened? And how did you end up in this situation?" Lucian¡¯s eyes flickered with ¡¯terror¡¯ as his trembling lips parted. "De... demons¡­" he whispered, his voice barely a breath, trembling as dark memories resurfaced. "What?!" "What do you mean, Your Highness!?" "We¡­ we were attacked by demons¡­" Lucian continued, his eyes squeezing shut as if trying to block out the images assaulting him. His voice grew weaker, but the ¡¯horror¡¯ within his words was unmistakable. "They suddenly came out of nowhere, like shadows¡­ shadows in the night, and¡­ and they killed all my guards¡­" Lucian¡¯s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he struggled to continue. "One of them¡­" He swallowed hard, his voice cracking with ¡¯fear¡¯, "One of them even spit fi¡­ fire from his mouth¡­" The words came out in a broken rush, his ¡¯horror¡¯ almost palpable. His fingers curled into the bedsheets, knuckles white as he gripped them, a physical ¡¯manifestation of the fear¡¯ coursing through him. "And my¡­ my dear brother¡­" Lucian¡¯s voice trembled, the raw emotion choking him as he ¡¯fought back a sob¡¯. His body shook with the weight of the words, and ¡¯tears¡¯ welled up in his bloodshot eyes, "He¡­ he sacrificed himself to help me run¡­" Chapter 50: Your Hospitality Is Truly Generous The room exuded an air of quiet power and wealth,vishly decorated to reflect the high status of its upant. In the center stood an ornate bed, its sheets embroidered with intricate patterns that shimmered faintly under the light of the crystal chandeliers. The walls were adorned with tapestries of long-forgotten battles, while near the window stood a table, carved from the wood of a hundred-year-old tree. It emanated a faint, calming fragrance that subtly filled the room, though the young man on the bed seemed untouched by its soothing effect. Lucian sat upon the bed, his long white hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall of silver. His blood-red eyes were focused entirely on the small spirit stone in his hand. The stone seemed to ¡¯pulsed¡¯ with a dim, rhythmic glow, its energy flowing steadily into him, weaving through his body like an invisible stream of power. His brow furrowed in concentration, each pulse sending waves of energy coursing through his veins, slowly strengthening his already formidable physique. Knock! Knock! A sharp sound suddenly echoed through the room, breaking the heavy silence. Lucian¡¯s grip on the stone tightened slightly, but his expression remained unreadable. A man¡¯s voice drifted through the heavy silence, cautious as if testing the waters of uncertainty, "Your Highness, may Ie in?" Lucian¡¯s gaze flicked toward the door, eyes narrowing. "Enter," hemanded, his tone low and edged with authority. Even without verbal confirmation, Lucian knew who hade. In the entirety of the Dukedom, only two souls were privy to his true identity. So the Duke had taken it upon himself to station Commander Ulric here. The door creaked open, revealing a figure draped in armor, a long sword sheathed at his waist. "What is it?" Lucian¡¯s voice, though soft, resonated with an intensity that belied hisposed exterior. A flicker of ¡¯pained¡¯ expression danced across Lucian¡¯s features, a fleeting glimpse of the ¡¯struggle¡¯ to mask his pain. Ulric¡¯s voice finally broke the stillness, respectful yet tinged with quiet curiosity, "Your Highness, the horse has been buried." Lucian¡¯s strange ¡¯attachment¡¯ to the creature puzzled Ulric. To him, it had been merely a beast, a tool of the trade, though he dared not question the Prince¡¯s reasoning, attributing it instead to Lucian¡¯s perceived naivety. Or perhaps¡­ Prince Lucian had ¡¯certain preferences!¡¯ The thought made Ulric shiver slightly. "Good," Lucian¡¯s palm continued to caress the spirit stone as he spoke, his tone calm but distant. Lucian¡¯s voice snapped him from his thoughts. After a brief pause, he added, "Inform the Duke that I desire an audience with him." Ulric didn¡¯t hesitated for a moment, only a bit surprised by the sudden request. "I¡¯ll inform His Grace immediately," he said, stepping back from the door, "If there¡¯s nothing else, I will take my leave." Lucian did not bother to respond, already lost in thought. The door closed with a soft click, leaving him alone once more. He closed his eyes, allowing the stone¡¯s energy to flow into him unhindered. The sensation was intoxicating ¡ª pure, unfiltered power coursing through his veins, strengthening him in ways nothing else could. This was the second spirit stone he had absorbed in these 2 days, and it worked a bit faster than the first. He could feel the energy seeping into his skins, bing a part of him. The root of Lucian¡¯s strange ¡¯obsession¡¯ with the horsey buried in a secret far more profound than mere affection. Before he had set foot in the city, he had concealed spirit stones within the horse¡¯s abdomen, carefully hiding them from prying eyes. The horse had acted as a vessel, its insides crammed with the stones and a vial of poison ¡ª both crucial for his survival and his power to grow. He had fashioned a pouch from the wolf¡¯s fur to contain the stones, a clever tactic that proved effective for a time. However, it could not fully contain the energy they radiated. As the time passed, the power began to leak, tearing apart the horse¡¯s insides and ultimately leading to its demise. But it had been a necessary sacrifice. As for the small knife Lucian had taken from the leader of the cultivators, it was coated in a deadly poison. So after carefully removing the toxic residue, he decided to carry it personally. He couldn¡¯t store it within the horse¡¯s body, as the knife was far toorge for that purpose. But that was secondary. These spirit stones were the true treasure. Lucian wasn¡¯t entirely sure if the Duke would understand the true value of what he had hidden if the Duke got to see them, but something about their earlier conversation had set him on edge. It made him feel like all his precautions hadn¡¯t been for nothing. When he had brought up the idea of a ¡¯demon spitting fire¡¯, he had paid close attention to how they reacted. Commander Ulric had shown real, genuine fear ¡ª there was no mistaking it. But Duke Varian, though clearly shaken, had not been as easy to read. However Lucian, with his current heightened senses, caught the subtle flicker in the Duke¡¯s eyes. ¡¯Had my senses not been sharpened, I might have missed it entirely,¡¯ Lucian thought. That alone was enough to make him suspicious. Maybe the Duke knew more about the real power behind the Empire than he let on. ¡¯It also made sense now why the Emperor had been so eager to weaken the Darkhart Dukedom.¡¯ And when he had mentioned the death of the Second Prince, Drake, the Duke¡¯sck of reaction had been equally telling. Only a brief expression of sympathy, nothing more. Knock! Knock! At this moment another knock echoed through the room, this time deeper, more deliberate, jolting Lucian out of his reverie. "Come in," Lucian said, his voice steady, though his mind was now far from calm. He quickly hid the spirit stone aside as the door creaked open, revealing Duke Varian, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the polished floor. His tall frame, wrapped in dark robes of office, radiated authority as he stepped inside, his piercing gaze locking onto Lucian. "Your Grace," Lucian greeted him with a faint smile, sitting up straighter, "I trust you received my message." Varian¡¯s cold, calcting eyes swept over Lucian before he inclined his head in acknowledgment. "I did, Your Highness. I thought it best toe in person as soon as possible." He stepped forward, his boots scraping softly against the stone floor as he approached. His movements were deliberate, exuding confidence as he continued. "I have also just received word from the Royal Capital." Lucian¡¯s interest piqued at that, though he kept his expression neutral, "Oh? What news?" "The Emperor has been informed of your condition and the Second Prince¡¯s unfortunate demise," Varian said, his voice measured, betraying nothing of his personal thoughts. "His Majesty is sending additional guards to escort you back to the capital. They should arrive within a few days. Until then, I suggest you remain here, Your Highness. The Dukedom is secure, and you will be safe here." Lucian nodded slowly, though his mind was already racing ahead. The Emperor¡¯s concern was predictable, but the increased security was troubling. It could mean he was being protected ¡ª or worse, watched. Either way, Lucian knew he had to be cautious. After all, as the only one alive, he might already have drawn the sect¡¯s attention. Still, he did not feel overly anxious. As even the leader of that group had not been able to see through his physical power. But what if that Jason guy showed up? Would someone from a higher realm be able to see through my physical power? Sigh! Now I can only hope they send someone like those guys. "Did you find out anything about the demons?" Lucian asked, keeping his tone casual but infused with curiosity. The Duke shook his head, "Not yet. However, I¡¯ll be looking into it personally. So I¡¯m leaving the Dukedom for a few days to handle this myself." Lucian narrowed his eyes, surprised by Varian¡¯s personal involvement. A knowing smile crept onto his lips as he replied, "I see. I trust you¡¯lle back with some answers." Varian offered a thin smile, though it failed to reach his eyes, "In the meantime, I¡¯ve arranged for a few maids to tend to your... needs. The Duchess herself will bring them to you tomorrow. They¡¯ve been carefully selected ¡ª loyal and discreet." Lucian¡¯s lips curved into a faint smirk. The gesture was noted, but he was well aware that such kindness always came with underlying motives, "I look forward to it. Your hospitality is truly generous." The Duke inclined his head once more before turning to leave, his dark robes trailing behind him as he exited the room, leaving Lucian alone with his thoughts. As the door closed, Lucian¡¯s fingers drifted back to the spirit stone beside him. He closed his eyes, feeling the energy ¡¯hum¡¯ softly beneath his skin. Chapter 51: You Talk Like You Were Born An Immortal Straight Out Of Your Mothers c*nt! In the far north of the Celestian Empirey the frozen expanse known as the Sky Empire. Thisnd was trapped in eternal winter, its icy winds cutting through the air like des. Snow piled high on the jagged mountain peaks, while frost clung to every surface. The cold was relentless, seeping into bones and making it nearly impossible for mortals to survive. For them, every breath here was a battle, as their very blood threatened to freeze within their veins. Despite these harsh conditions, the Sky Empire had stood for centuries, as ancient as the Celestian Empire itself. The current Sky Emperor, filled with ambition and envy, had long coveted the fertilends of the Celestian Empire. To him, those warmernds represented power and prosperity, a stark contrast to the barren, icy wastnds he ruled. His desire to im the Celestian territory was not just for expansion, but for survival. The Empire¡¯s resources were dwindling, and conquering their southern neighbor was a necessity for the continued dominance of his dynasty. ... At the far edge of the Sky Empire¡¯s vast territory, nestled within a frigid valley where even a single step would freeze a mortal into an icy statue, a grand pce loomed from the swirling mist, veiled by an aura of cold that seemed to ward off all who dared to approach. Its walls seemed to make of translucent ice that shimmered under the pale sunlight, casting eerie reflections that danced across the frozen ground. The spires of the pce pierced the sky, resembling fangs of some ancient beast, while the courtyard was adorned with sculptures of frost ¡ª dragons and wolves frozen in mid-snarl, as if ready to pounce. Inside, the silence was thick, almost oppressive, as if the very air was too heavy with cold to carry sound. Within this hauntingly beautiful pce, two young men dressed in ck robes hurried down a vast corridor. The symbol of a crimson sky was emzoned on their backs, marking them as outer court disciples of the Crimson Sky sect¡¯s. Their footsteps echoed in the eerie stillness as they approached arge, ornate door. Knock! Knock! A few momentster, the door creaked open, a sliver of darkness spilling into the room. "What¡¯s the matter?" came a deep, impatient voice from within the shadows, its tone sharp enough to slice through the quiet, yet carrying an unsettling stillness that lingered in the cold air. Within the mist, a figure could be seen sitting cross-legged, barely distinguishable from the swirling vapors. Its silhouette flickered, as if the very air around it warped and shifted, making it impossible to tell if the figure was real or merely an illusion conjured by the fog. One of the young men, trembling slightly, stammered as he spoke, his voice full of respect, "S-senior brother Jason... it¡¯s about Knox." There was a moment of silence before the voice responded, colder than the air outside, "What about him?" The disciple swallowed hard before continuing, "H... he and his group went to the Celestian Empire two days ago to meet the new disciple we recently recruited." "The one who was supposed to pay me ten low-grade spirit stones for my help getting him into my sect after the Azure Sword sect rejected him?" Jason cut him off, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Y-yes, Senior Brother. His name is Julius." "Did youe here just to tell me this sh!t?" Jason snapped, irritation growing with each word. Before the disciple could react, a violent gust of force burst from behind the door! A powerful aura surged forth, striking the young man like a sledgehammer. He was flung backward, mming into the ice-cold floor, unconscious before he even hit the ground. Hispanion stood frozen in fear, trembling as Jason¡¯s presence seemed to fill the hall. A heavy silence followed, colder than the frigid air that permeated the pce. Hispanion stood frozen in fear, trembling as Jason¡¯s presence seemed to crush the very air in the hall, filling it with an oppressive weight. The silence that followed was suffocating, colder than the frigid winds howling outside the pce walls. "You!" Jason¡¯s voice boomed, sharp and unforgiving, echoing against the stone, "Take him and f*ck off. You¡¯ve already wasted enough of my time." But as the coldness thickened, another voice, fragile and desperate, broke through. "Senior Brother Jason..." The young man¡¯s voice quivered, the tremor of panic clear as it bubbled to the surface, "We didn¡¯t mean to disturb you. It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s Knox! He¡¯s been found dead!" Jason¡¯s eyes narrowed, but his voice erupted like a storm, cutting through the thick tension that filled the room. "WHAT?" Jason¡¯s voice thundered, sharp and incredulous, as if the very idea were unthinkable, "Why didn¡¯t he tell me sooner? Spill it! Every detail, now!" The young man swallowed his frustration, his thoughts screaming, but you didn¡¯t let him finish, you bastard! F*cking hell... Yet he dared not voice hisint. Instead, he stood with a respectful air, forcing himself to deliver all the information he had, his words rushing out in a nervous stream. As Jason absorbed the details, his expression darkened like a brewing storm. The flickering shadows around him seemed to deepen, casting his face in a malevolent light, revealing the cruel indifference beneath. "Did those fatherless dogs from the Azure Sword Sect dare to touch ¡¯my spirit stones¡¯?" There was no mention of any other cause in his mind ¡ª no other enemy could possibly be behind this. His world narrowed to the rage that zed against the Azure Sword Sect, their disciples the only ones he deemed capable of such a transgression. The disciple watched in growing terror as Jason¡¯s face twisted, his fury a palpable force. It became chillingly clear that the death of Knox meant little to him; his eyes burned only for the treasures that had been taken. The loss of a outer court disciple¡¯s life? An afterthought. The spirit stones? Unforgivable! Jason¡¯s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, as cold andmanding as the frozen air around them, "Is there anyone left alive?" The young man swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear, "Y-yes, Senior Brother. One man survived... but he¡¯s not from our sect." His voice wavered as he forced out the next words, "He¡¯s a prince¡­ of the Celestian Empire." Jason¡¯s eyes flickered with momentary intrigue, his brow furrowing as the new information stirred something within him. A Prince? Why would the Azure Sword Sect let a mere mortal live? It made no sense ¡ª those cowards wouldn¡¯t leave evidence behind unless... unless there was more at y. "Why let a mortal walk away unscathed, even if he poses no threat?" Jason mused, his voice nowced with cold suspicion, the gears of his mind turning. Just as he was about to ask more, a sudden vibration pulsed from within the folds of his robe, drawing his attention. He reached in and produced a thin piece of parchment, inscribed with iprehensible symbols that glimmered faintly in the dim light. As he held the parchment aloft, the paper radiated a soft, eerie glow, illuminating his features in the encroaching darkness. The ethereal light danced in the air around him, casting an otherworldly sheen across his face and highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the predatory glint in his eyes. In an instinctive motion, he drew upon his Spiritual Energy, channeling it through his fingertips and releasing it into the parchment. The symbols red to life, swirling in a chaotic rhythm, and the atmosphere crackled with a potent energy, amplifying the coldness in the air. Suddenly, from the depths of the thin paper, a mocking voice emerged,ced with a sinister undertone, "Jason, did you like my gift?" The voice echoed around him, its tone dripping with sardonic amusement. Jason¡¯s expression immediately darkened, a storm of intrigue and annoyance swirling in his gaze. "Xander! Are you the one who killed them? Does your Azure Sword sect wish to break the rules?" His voice boomed with authority, reverberating off the stone walls. "Rules!?" Xander chuckled, the sound reverberating as if he were enjoying a private joke, "Ah, but the rules also state not to interfere in the affairs of mortals, don¡¯t they?" Jason clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "All this, for a few worthless mortals?" His voice wasced with contempt, the tension in the air growing heavier, "You¡¯d risk war with my sect over something so insignificant? How arrogant!" Each word seemed to weigh down the space between them, charged with the promise of impending conflict. A brief silence followed, thick and suffocating, until Xander¡¯s voice cut through like a de, smooth yet dripping with condescension. "Heh! You talk like you were born an immortal straight out of your mother¡¯s c*nt!" Xander sneered, his eyes gleaming with disdain. "And do you really think you¡¯ve the balls to start a war on behalf of your Crimson Sky Sect? Can you even handle the consequences of such reckless sh!t?" Jason¡¯s fury red, but he forced himself to remain calm, his mind racing with calctions. His gaze hardened, "Xander, Knox was carrying my ten spirit stones and a Movement Talisman. Return those, and I¡¯ll forget this entire incident. The sect doesn¡¯t need to get involved." His tone was sharp, authoritative, as if delivering a final ultimatum, daring Xander to defy him. Chapter 52: Marcus, Yin Physique Unlike the Crimson Sky Sect, which was nestled deeper within a frigid valley of the Sky Empire, the Azure Sword Sect¡¯s branch pavilion stood majestically in the middle of an artificialke, a sight concealed from the prying eyes of mortals. Surrounded by shimmering waters that mirrored the heavens, the pavilion seemed to float atop theke¡¯s serene surface. Yet, its true grandeur was hidden by an intricate illusion array formation. To the average passerby, theke appeared nothing more than a tranquil pond, its waters undisturbed, unremarkable. Mortals who approached saw only a misty veil, as if an endless fog had descended, turning them away with a subtle whisper of confusion. The illusion weaved by the formation was perfect; it kept the world of magic separate from the mundane, allowing only those attuned to Qi to see beyond the veil into the heart of the Azure Sword Sect¡¯s sanctuary. In the heart of the pavilion, inside a room adorned with rich tapestries and carved wooden screens, two young men sat facing each other. Between them, a table held tes of fruit and jugs of wine, their rich scents filling the air. Though these were far from the Heavenly and Earthly treasures known to elevate cultivation, they still held a faint spiritual energy, having grown in an environment suffused with such power. This subtle essence enriched their taste, making every bite and sip far more potent than anything found in the mundane world. The two young men were strikingly handsome, their features sharp and well-defined, enhanced by the azure daoist robes that adorned their forms. Each wore an azure daoist robe with a silver sword design near the chest, signifying their ce within the Azure Sword sect. In Azure Sword Sect, outer court disciples disyed a white sword emblem, while those of the inner sect, like them, wore silver, a mark of their elevated status. One of them clutched a thin sheet of paper that emitted a faint, ethereal glow. "Xander, Knox was carrying my ten spirit stones and a Movement Talisman. Return those, and I¡¯ll forget this entire incident. The sect doesn¡¯t need to get involved." From the thin piece of paper held by one of the young men, Jason¡¯s authoritative voice resonated. The young man, Xander, with striking blue eyes and raven hair, chuckled, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze. "Jason, your sect¡¯s members entered our territory. So don¡¯t you think it¡¯s necessary to pay a price for their trespass? Ten spirit stones and a Movement Talisman seem like a fair exchange for the trouble they¡¯ve caused." "So that¡¯s how you¡¯re going to y it, huh? Heh! In that case when the secret realm opens, I¡¯ll make sure to pay you back!" Jason¡¯s voice thundered through the thin sheet of paper, vibrating with barely contained fury. His words wereced with cold malice, a promise of revenge that echoed in the room. Xander leaned back, his cold smile widening. His striking blue eyes gleamed with dangerous intent, contrasting sharply with the raven hair falling over his shoulders. "Why wait until then?" he taunted, his voice smooth, yet carrying an edge that could cut steel, "If you think breaking through to the 3rdyer of the Qi Gathering realm makes you capable of killing me now, thene here and try. But don¡¯t me me when you fail to leave the Azure Sword Pavilion alive." His words hung in the air, the room seemingly colder in the wake of his threat. There was a long silence from the other end of the parchment, the pause stretching so thin that it seemed Xander¡¯s taunt had rendered Jason speechless. For a brief moment, Xander thought Jason had given up, perhaps too fearful to respond. But then Jason¡¯s voice erupted once more, crackling with arrogance and unshaken confidence, "You¡¯ll regret this, Xander. Mark my words." Xander scoffed, his cold smile never leaving his face. "Is that supposed to be a threat? I¡¯m trembling," he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Without hesitation, he flicked his wrist, severing the spiritual energy that connected the thin sheet of paper. The faint glow that once pulsed through it faded, and the parchment returned to its lifeless state, themunication between the two abruptly cut off. Finally, the young man who had remained silent until now, quietly eating and drinking, spoke up. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, "Senior Brother Xander, why are you going to such lengths to protect that mortal Prince?" Though both were inner sect disciples, the difference in their strength was vast ¡ª like the gap between heaven and earth. The younger disciple, despite his calm demeanor, clearly understood the power dynamics at y. Xander turned his gaze toward the young man, his eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and desire. "To me, that mortal Prince holds far greater value than you realize," Xander said, his voice deliberately lowering, as if the gravity of his statement warranted a hushed reverence. A sly smile crept across his lips, hinting at the devious ns swirling in his mind, while his fingers drummed rhythmically against the arm of his chair, "He can serve as the key... the key to reaching Isabe, allowing me to avoid any unnecessary attraction that mightplicate my efforts." A flicker of doubt crossed hispanion¡¯s face, "Isn¡¯t she just a Princess from the Celestian Empire? Senior brother, if you want to y with her, shall I go and bring her here? Why go to such lengths?" "Heh! Junior brother, you¡¯ve only just ascended to the ranks of the inner disciples, so you¡¯re not yet familiar with the intricacies that govern our sect¡¯s affairs..." Xander leaned back against the ornate wooden railing, the faint glow of spiritualnterns casting flickering shadows on his face, revealing a mix of amusement and condescension. "Please enlighten me, senior brother!" The young man pped his hands together, his eyes wide with eagerness and determination. The anticipation coursed through him like a rush of warm qi, fueling his desire for knowledge that could elevate his standing within the sect. The senior brother sighed, the smile fading as he regarded the young man with a serious expression. "Junior brother, it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to share, but this concerns the future Qi Movement of our sect. I cannot divulge such critical information lightly¡ª" "I can swear on my Dao heart!" the young man suddenly dered, his voice steady and resolute, each word imbued with unwavering conviction. With a swift motion, he pressed the tip of his index finger against the edge of a nearby de-like shard of a spirit weapon, its surface glinting ominously in the dim light. He sliced through the flesh, and a single drop of crimson essence blood emerged from the wound, rich with the vitality of his cultivation. As the warm droplet pooled, he inhaled deeply, centering his focus on the oath. "If I betray your trust, my Dao will shatter, and I will be forever unable to ascend!" As he spoke, the essence blood began to shimmer, swirling with ethereal light as it lifted from his fingertip, dancing like fireflies caught in a gentle breeze. The shimmering droplet floated before him, casting a radiant aura that resonated with the weight of his vow. The blood formed intricate and iprehensible patterns of glowing runes, weaving his promise into the very fabric of the universe. Then, as if released by an unseen force, the luminescence gradually dissipated into the air, leaving behind only a lingering warmth. Seeing the young man¡¯s fervent actions, Xander was taken aback for a moment, his brow arching in surprise at the intensity with which his junior had sworn the oath. "Do you know of senior brother Marcus?" he began, his voice smooth and deliberate, gauging the young man¡¯s reaction. "Senior brother Marcus? Of course, I know him! I heard he reached the peak of the Qi Gathering realm in less than a decade, bing a core disciple of the sect, and now he¡¯s trying to break through to the next realm!" The young man¡¯s eyes sparkled with admiration, his excitement almost contagious. Xander leaned back casually, a sly smirk ying on his lips, "He is the elder brother of the current Emperor of the Celestian Empire." "WHAT!!?" the young man eximed, disbelief etched on his face, "Didn¡¯t the current Emperor kill all his siblings to ascend the Throne!?" "Ah, that¡¯s merely a facade to keep the other Empires in the dark," Xander replied, his tone nonchnt as he waved a hand dismissively. He continued, "The current Emperor is already at the mid-stage of the Body Strengthening realm ¡ª strong enough to sweep through this entire ind if he chose to. Although he is also a disciple of our sect, his strength isrgely due to senior brother Marcus. However, he cannot act rashly unless he receives orders from above. So when the timees, this whole ind will fall under our sect¡¯s control in one fell swoop, significantly bolstering our sect¡¯s Fate and Qi Movement." "Then, senior brother, why didn¡¯t you ept Julius into our sect? Considering the rtionship between senior brother Marcus and Julius, wouldn¡¯t that anger him?" The young man¡¯s brow furrowed with concern, the weight of their conversation settling heavily upon him, the realization of the delicate bnce of power and intrigue looming in the air. Chapter 53: Marcus, Yin Physique (2) With the moon high in the midnight sky, the branch pavilion of the Azure Sword Sect was illuminated by a gentle, silvery light due to its pale glow. Night had fully settled in, thest traces of daylight long gone, leaving the world beneath bathed in the moon¡¯s quiet brilliance. The artificialke beneath the pavilion gleamed like polished silver, its surface perfectly still, reflecting the heavens in such rity that it seemed as if the stars themselves had descended to rest upon the water. Gentle ripples asionally disturbed theke, causing the moonlight to dance across its surface in delicate waves, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. The pavilion stood in serene stillness, its outline softened by the night, blending into the tranquil scene as though it were a part of the reflection itself. The soft rustle of the night breeze, carrying the faint scent of lotus blossoms, only added to the illusion of stillness, as if time itself had slowed beneath the moon¡¯s watchful gaze. In the silence of the night, dim candlelight flickered softly in the heart of the pavilion, casting gentle shadows on the intricately carved wooden screens. The warm glow illuminated the rich tapestries that whispered tales of valor, their vibrant colors muted by the night¡¯s embrace. Two young men sat within, their features highlighted by the flickering mes. "His innate talent was not enough to get selected as a sect disciple," One of them scoffed, the flickering candlelight casting a disdainful shadow across his sharp features, "And yet, that fool even went ahead and joined the Crimson Sky Sect, exchanging the resources senior brother Marcus had sent to the Empire over the years for fleeting power." The other young man asked cautiously, "But senior brother Xander, couldn¡¯t he use the quota allocated to senior brother Marcus, since he¡¯s also a core disciple?" Core disciples had the authority to recruit new outer sect disciples, even those with minimal talent. Each core disciple was granted a limited number of positions, allowing them to choose recruits based on potential or connections. So, he couldn¡¯t understand why Julius couldn¡¯t secure a ce. Wasn¡¯t he family? So, why hadn¡¯t Julius been chosen? Surely Marcus would look out for him, especially ¡¯considering¡¯ that he had even been sending resources to the Empire for the ¡¯Royal Family¡¯ to use. The young man, Xander smirked, a glint of arrogance flickering in his eyes, "Senior brother Marcus isn¡¯t one to squander his precious quota. Especially now that it is reserved for his niece Isabe." Dorian raised an eyebrow, his curiosity stirring, "Oh! Why her?" He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp, "Since that you¡¯ve sworn a Dao oath, it¡¯s safe for me to reveal the truth..." Xander¡¯s eyes grew darker, a glint of hunger flickering beneath his calm demeanor. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "It¡¯s her physique... not just any ordinary one." Dorian¡¯s eyes narrowed in thought, but before he could speak, Xander continued, his tone now tinged with both greed and a strange desire. "Three years ago, when Senior Brother Marcus traveled to the Empire, he carried something valuable with him ¡ª an Ice Shard Stone. You¡¯ve heard of it, haven¡¯t you? A rare material known for enhancing Yin Qi weapons. But... that¡¯s only part of its true power." Dorian¡¯s interest deepened, and he leaned in slightly, "What else can it do?" A sly grin tugged at Xander¡¯s lips, clearly savoring the moment, "The Ice Shard Stone has another ability ¡ª it can be used to sense cold element Heavenly and Earthly treasures, including physiques. During that trip, when senior Marcus visited his brother¡¯s estate, the stone began to faintly glow. And, as he neared his niece Isabe, the light grew stronger, until it shone like a beacon." Dorian¡¯s eyes widened slightly, realization dawning, "So she has...?" "A Yin physique," Xander confirmed, his voice almost a whisper. "One of the rarest and most coveted physique in the cultivation world. When he brought the stone near her, it erupted into a brilliant blue light, bathing the entire room in an ethereal glow. The cold Qi surrounding her was undeniable ¡ª pure, untainted." Dorian¡¯s interest deepened. A Yin physique was not just rare; it was a Heavenly Treasure. Cultivators sought such physiques for countless reasons, but the most sinister among them... Xander leaned back, satisfaction evident in his eyes, "That¡¯s when senior Marcus realized her true value. She¡¯s not just a woman with a rare physique, but a perfect cauldron for cultivation." Dorian¡¯s eyes shed in disbelief, though the truth was hard to ignore. A cauldron ¡ª someone whose body could be used to absorb and refine Yin Qi for cultivation. It was a forbidden technique, frowned upon in most righteous sects, but in certain circles, it was a fast path to unimaginable power. Xander chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with dark amusement, "Senior Marcus knew he had stumbled upon a treasure beyondpare. With her Yin physique, he could elerate his cultivation far beyond the limits of ordinary practitioners. It was sheer luck, but who could me him for seizing such an opportunity?" Dorian¡¯s mind raced as he absorbed the gravity of the revtion. If Isabe was truly being prepared as a cauldron, her fate was sealed in darkness. Few survived such a process, and those that did were left broken, their mind and cultivation crippled. "And now," Xander continued, "Senior Marcus is waiting for the perfect moment to use her. That¡¯s why he¡¯s not wasting his resources or his quota on anything else. Everything he has, everything he is, is to focus on Isabe to nurture her, and what she can offer him." Dorian¡¯s stomach churned at the thought, but he masked his emotions behind a stoic expression. In this world of cultivation, power ruled above all, and those without it were nothing more than tools for the ambitious. "So that¡¯s it," Dorian said quietly, "That¡¯s why you¡¯re protecting the mortal Prince? To get close to Isabe?" Xander nodded, his smile cold, "Exactly. If I went to the Empire and suddenly brought her back, it¡¯d raise suspicion. But now that I know the Prince was the one who most probably killed those Body Strengthening Cultivators, I can use that as a cover ¡ª make it seem like I ¡¯identally¡¯ discovered her talent while dealing with him." "If that little prince can really kill those at mid-stage, he must possess the talent necessary to join our sect. Meanwhile, Senior Brother Marcus will utilize his quota to secure Isabe¡¯s entry into the sect." "Does she even know what she has?" Dorian questioned, ¡¯concern¡¯ mingling with curiosity. "Unlikely. She has been living in obscurity, unaware of her true potential," Xander replied, a predatory smile creeping onto his lips. A shadow of doubt crossed Dorian¡¯s face, "But Senior Brother, what if she has already lost her purity? Wouldn¡¯t that affect her potential?" Xander waved his hand dismissively, a smirk curling his lips, "It does not matter. Only when she reaches the Qi Gathering realm will her physique awaken fully, manifesting her Essence, Spirit, and body Qi that will give birth to her Primal Yin Qi. Dual cultivating with her at that stage will yield results far beyond our imagination." "So, once we secure her, what¡¯s the n? We can not just take her and expect no questions to be asked." Xander¡¯s eyes narrowed, his once casual demeanor hardening into something more calcting. "Once we secure her, I will bring her to the sect to meet Senior Brother Marcus," Xander said, his tone steady but filled with dark intent, "He will guide her into the Qi Gathering realm, and when she reaches it, her Yin physique will awaken on its own." Dorian folded his arms, brow furrowed, "And if the higher-ups discover what we¡¯re doing?" Xander¡¯s eyes gleamed with cold confidence, "Ah! About that, no need to worry. Third Elder Lin, senior brother Marcus¡¯s master, already knows. As long as the other Elders are kept busy with their own cultivation, they won¡¯t care about her. She¡¯s nothing to them now. And as a core disciple, Marcus holds enough power that no one will question what he does with a mortal girl. Even if someone suspects, they will look the other way." Xander¡¯s tone grew darker, a twisted smile creeping across his lips, "Right now, she¡¯s insignificant. But given time, nurtured properly, her Yin energy will be a priceless treasure. Do you think senior Marcus would ever let her slip away?" A shadow passed over Xander¡¯s face before it twisted into a grin, cruel and filled with vile anticipation. "Once senior brother Marcus is done with her, drained her of what he needs, he¡¯s promised me she¡¯ll be mine. Imagine that ¡ª having such a rare physique at my disposal." His words dripped with desire, the thought of controlling such power igniting a dark me in his eyes. "But why wouldn¡¯t Senior Brother Marcus just keep her for himself, to fully exploit the benefits?" Dorian questioned, his eyes narrowing. "That¡¯s not an issue. Cause even with such a rare physique, it could take her years ¡ª decades even ¡ª to reach the peak of the Qi Gathering realm. And the resources she¡¯d drain in the process..." Xander paused, a cold glint flickering in his gaze, "Is she truly worth that much?" Xander¡¯s grin twisted into something darker, a flicker of hunger shing across his face, "That¡¯s exactly why Senior Brother Marcus will hand her over to me. He¡¯s too patient for something so... delicate." His voice dropped, his thoughts trailing into dangerous territory, "Her body, her Yin Qi... She¡¯ll fuel my rise, and she¡¯ll be mine to... enjoy as I see fit." Dorian felt a cold knot tighten in his gut, unease curling through him. The more Xander spoke, the clearer it became that Isabe¡¯s fate was sealed, her life reduced to nothing more than a tool for their ambition. Could they really manipte her existence so easily, bend her will to serve their dark desires? Chapter 54: Duchess Evelina The morning Sun had already climbed the horizon, its golden light pouring through the tall windows, bathing the Darkhart Dukedom in a warm, ethereal glow. The once dimly lit space was now alive with the soft hues of dawn, as the golden rays filtered through the drapes, casting intricate shadows that danced across the stone floor. Thevish d¨¦cor gleamed under the warm light ¡ª the tapestries, the crystal chandeliers, and the carved wooden table all shimmering in the morning haze, giving the room an air of almost unreal splendor. A handsome young man sat cross-legged on the bed in the middle of the room, his long, flowing white hair cascading over his shoulders like strands of waterfall. His bare chest, sculpted and smooth, gleamed under the soft sunlight that filtered through the window, highlighting the contours of his lean muscles. The absence of any upper garment only added to his striking presence, as his blood-red eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity as they remained fixed on the small spirit stone in his palm, as though it held the secrets of the world. Who could it be, if not Lucian? The stone, a radiant thing of almost translucent beauty, pulsed with a soft, rhythmic glow. Each ¡¯pulse¡¯ sent waves of energy coursing through Lucian, flowing through invisible channels and permeating his body, merging with his skin and fortifying him from the inside out. The night had been long, yet Lucian had not moved from his position. The hours had passed in near silence, broken only by the faint humming of the stone as he drew in its essence, allowing its raw power to nourish him. Now, as the Sun heralded the beginning of a new day, Lucian felt a shift within himself ¡ª a subtle but unmistakable transformation. Lucian could feel that he had reached a ¡¯ceiling¡¯ in his cultivation, a barrier just within reach, waiting to be shattered! With just a bit more energy, he knew he could force his way through and ascend to the next realm. The temptation was strong ¡ª his body craved the surge, the power within him coiling like a spring, eager to be released. But even as that desire swelled, a deeper instinct held him back. Though the spirit stone in his hand had dimmed and was on the verge of crumbling, Lucian knew it was not the right time to push forward. His body had already undergone significant changes, strengthened from the inside out by the raw energy he had absorbed. He could feel his muscles slowly hardening, but there was a limit to how much his body could handle in one go. His heightened senses screamed a warning ¡ª rushing the breakthrough might end in disaster, leaving him vulnerable and unable to control the sudden influx of power. Patience, he reminded himself. After killing those Body Strengthening Realm cultivators, that night he had already consumed one spirit stone to break into the firstyer of the Body Strengthening stage, and now with the dimming of this stone, Lucian found himself left with only eight spirit stones. The dimming glow of the stone indicated that its essence was nearly depleted, but Lucian knew he could still harness its residual energy for another hour of absorption. While hecked proper knowledge of cultivation, instinct told him that forcing another breakthrough now would be reckless. Instead, he chose to halt his absorption and reflect on his current circumstances. His current body needed time to adjust to this newfound strength. Like a man desperately drinking to quench his thirst, he had been absorbing the stones¡¯ energy without understanding the deeper intricacies of the process. Without a proper cultivation technique, he was strengthening himself blindly, relying only on his natural drive for power. For now, patience would be his greatest weapon. Knock! Knock! "Your Highness, may Ie in?" A melodic, yet mature voice suddenly cut through the stillness of the room, soft yet rich with a hidden allure, tugging Lucian from the depths of his meditative focus. The words, like a gentle whisper of silk, wrapped around him, coaxing him back to reality with their delicate charm. His enhanced senses had already detected the only presence outside the door. In addition, he could already smell the rich, seductive aroma of sandalwood and jasmine lingering in the air, awakening something deep and instinctive in him. It was unmistakably the scent of a woman, and Lucian knew exactly who it was. With practiced precision, Lucian¡¯s hand swiftly concealed the now faintly glowing spirit stone, tucking it beneath the covers where it would remain hidden. His mind worked quickly, slipping into a different role as he adjusted his posture, also sliding out of his pants beneath the nket. He let the cool air brush over his bare skin as hey back against the soft bed. His body, lean and muscr from relentless cultivation, now rested in a position of feigned weakness, the sharp edges of his strength carefully masked behind a pained, weary expression. "Who is it?" His voice, though tinged with the proper amount of exhaustion, carried a sharp undertone of ¡¯alertness¡¯. If he intended to savor this sudden opportunity, his performance would need to be wless. "Your Highness, It¡¯s me, Duchess Evelina. The Duke asked me toe," came the reply, her voice sultry and smooth, gliding over each word like velvet. The warmth of her tone held a subtle invitation, a rich, enticing promise woven within the delicate cadence of her words. Lucian¡¯s brow furrowed slightly in a perfect imitation of confusion and surprise, "Oh! Please, enter, Duchess." The door creaked open, its slow, deliberate pace signaling the arrival of Duchess Evelina. The moment she stepped inside, Lucian¡¯s gaze locked onto her, watching with intent precision. Feigning vulnerability, Lucian allowed a tremor to enter his voice as he stammered, "Duchess, could¡­ could you close the door, please?" The hesitation in his tone was just enough to hint at fear, a carefully crafted illusion of lingering trauma from the recent ¡¯assassination attempt¡¯. Before leaving the Duke had already informed her earlier of the delicate situation at hand. Duchess Evelina only offered him a sympathetic nod, her movements fluid and deliberate. The door closed with a soft, reassuring click, sealing them within the room together. As she approached, her steps were measured, each one filled with a natural grace that was as captivating as it was deliberate. Lucian¡¯s eyes followed her every movement, drinking in the details of her presence with vigour. The Duchess was a vision of mature beauty and sensuality. Her auburn hair fell in luxurious waves down her back, catching the low light of the room with every slight motion, shimmering with a soft radiance that only enhanced her allure. Her face, framed by that cascade of hair, was striking ¡ª a picture of elegance with high cheekbones and full, inviting lips that curved into a faint smile. Time had only refined her features, sharpening her beauty into something more profound, moremanding. Her scent ¡ª the heady, floral notes of jasmine mixed with the deeper, earthy tones of sandalwood ¡ª clung to the air around her, an invisible aura that seemed to wrap around Lucian as she moved closer. The fragrance was intoxicating, overwhelming his senses with its richness and luring him into a state of heightened awareness. She was dressed in an emerald-green gown that seemed to have been tailored specifically for her. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, entuating every seductive curve. The gown dipped slightly at the neckline, revealing just enough of her ample, perfectly shaped breasts to tempt the eye. With each step, those full, inviting mounds jiggled subtly, a tantalizing movement that drew Lucian¡¯s gaze and quickened his breath. The fitted bodice hugged her slim waist, emphasizing the dramatic contrast between her narrow midsection and the generous curve of her hips, creating an intoxicating silhouette. As she walked, the gown shimmered faintly in the light, the soft fabric flowing effortlessly over her long, toned legs, which peeked teasingly from beneath the hem. Her wide hips swayed with just enough allure tomand attention, yet her movements were so subtle, so poised, that she exuded confidence without seeming overt. Every step was a carefully executed disy of power wrapped in elegance, her control over her own sensuality undeniable. Lucian¡¯s sharp eyes absorbed every detail of her entrance, from the confident sway of her hips to the yful gleam in her deep brown eyes. There was something dangerous in her gaze, an underlying fire that danced just beneath the surface, a yful mischief that hinted at hidden depths. It was clear that the Duchess was no ordinary woman ¡ª she was a master of her own allure, wielding her beauty and charm like weapons. As she drew closer, her smile deepened, the faint curve of her lips betraying the slightest hint of amusement. "Forgive my intrusion, Your Highness," she purred, her voice smooth and sultry, like the soft caress of a warm breeze against his skin, "I thought you might like some pany¡¯." Her words hung in the air between them,den with suggestion. Lucian¡¯s heated gaze lingered on her, his mind already scheming, as the ¡¯free meal¡¯ had walked right into his grasp. Or, has she!? Chapter 55: Duchess Evelina (2) : Duchess, Would You Mind Holding My... [Mild R18] [Evelina¡¯s illustration] :- Bathed in the sultry light of the morning Sun, Duchess Evelina¡¯s voluptuous body radiated a carnal allure, every curve highlighted by the soft fabric clinging to her skin. Each step was a slow, deliberate invitation, her hips swaying with an erotic grace that sent a surge of heat through Lucian¡¯s body. As she neared the bed, the sheer sensuality of her presence became overwhelming ¡ª her breasts full and perfectly framed, the low cut of her gown teasing just enough to spark a raw hunger. Her scent, rich with jasmine and sandalwood, was intoxicating, wrapping around him like a seductive whisper, urging his desires to surface. She lowered herself gracefully beside Lucian¡¯s head, her full, perfectly rounded breasts giving a slight, tantalizing jiggle with each subtle movement. Her dark, smoldering eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. As she sat, her firm, peach-like ass pressed enticingly against the smooth fabric of her gown, the plump curves offering a sinful invitation with every shift of her hips. Lucian¡¯s mind raced, his gaze lingering on her seductive figure, the thought of her bare skin beneath the delicate cloth shing vividly in his thoughts, stirring his primal urges. The image of her naked, body fully revealed to him, sent a wave of heat coursing through him, igniting a hunger. He felt his c0ck twitch involuntarily, desire surging through him at the mere thought of her bare body. His gaze darkened as it locked onto hers, filled with a growing hunger. "Duchess," he said, his voice thick with barely restrained lust, "Weren¡¯t you supposed to bring a few caretakers? I see no one else here?!" Her eyes sparkled with wicked intent, a sly smile curving her lips as she leaned closer. "That won¡¯t be necessary," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper, "I can take care of you myself, Your Highness." "Oh?" His voice dropped lower, suspicion and intrigue flickering in his eyes as he studied her closely, the lust in his words unmistakable, "And why would you want to do that?" Her smile deepened, a glimmer of predatory intent in her gaze as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his face. "What if one of them had ill intentions?" she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur, "With the Duke now out of Dukedom, how can I guarantee your safety if I¡¯m not here, watching over you myself?" Lucian feigned contemtion, nodding slowly as if weighing her words carefully. "You raise a valid concern. Perhaps it is safer to keep me alone," he said, his voice carrying a note of false relief. His eyes gleamed with hidden intent as he added, "I trust you, Duchess." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned even closer, her lips now mere inches from face. "I can assure you, Your Highness," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that danced on the air, "I will take very good care of you." A yful glimmer sparkled in her eyes as she leaned closer, "So if there is anything you want from me... anything at all, I¡¯m here to assist." Lucian¡¯s mind whirled with intoxicating desire, his thoughts ignited by the provocative nature of her words. This woman is a slut, he thought, unable to shake the heat rising within him. He cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on her full, luscious lips, the curve of them enticingly close. "Actually, there is something you can do for me right now," he purred, his voice thick with suggestion, dripping with expectation. Her lips curled into a teasing smile, rich amusement glimmering in her dark eyes, "Oh? And what is it, Your Highness?" Lucian took a moment, his gaze locked onto hers, before replying, "I trust the Duchess knows that my leg has been critically injured?" "Yes, Your Highness. I¡¯ve heard about that," she said, leaning closer, her voice a blend of concern and intrigue. She was concerned about whether he could still ¡¯move his hips¡¯ with his injured legs, and was also curious about what Lucian wanted from her. "Well, the pain is still unbearable," he confessed, his voice low and strained, "I can barely walk properly." "Would you like me to massage your leg?" she offered, her voice smooth and inviting,ced with genuine concern, "It might help ease the pain a little." "That would be great, actually! But right now, I... I need to go to..." Lucian ¡¯hesitated¡¯, his words faltering as a flush crept across his cheeks. "Go where?" she prompted, her tone teasing, her curiosity piqued. Lucian sighed, ¡¯embarrassment¡¯ flooding his face. "B-Bathroom... I need to use the bathroom," he mumbled, the heat of the moment tinged with a mix of desire and vulnerability. Duchess Evelina nodded slowly, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "That¡¯s... that¡¯s why I mentioned it might be more appropriate for a caretaker toe," he exined, his tone tentative, "It¡¯s not something someone of your status should have to deal with." "Oh, Your Highness, don¡¯t be shy," she replied with a warm smile, leaning closer, "I¡¯ve already told you I¡¯m more than capable of assisting you. Please, let me help." "But..." Lucian began to ¡¯protest¡¯, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. "Come now, Your Highness. You¡¯re in no condition to refuse my offer," she smirked, her voice low and enticing, "Let me take care of you." With her delicate jade-like fingers, Evelina quickly grasped the edge of Lucian¡¯s nket and pulled it back, revealing his lean, muscr body. Her breath caught for a moment as her eyes widened, taking in the sight of his sculpted arms and defined abs, a work of art that ignited a fire within her. Soon, her gaze fell lower, resting on his impressive semi-erect d!ck, standing proud and bold before her. So massive! So thick! But, why is it red, like blood!? Perhaps this the colour of the Royal Family!? That bastard Varian had never satisfied me with his pathetic worm, but perhaps... Many thoughts shed through her mind in an instant. "Oh! Please forgive my indecency!" Lucian eximed suddenly, his voiceced with ¡¯embarrassment¡¯ as he shifted slightly, yet a smirk ying on his lips. "It¡¯s okay, Your Highness. I understand," she purred, her voice now sultry and inviting, "Let¡¯s get you to the bathroom, shall we?" Her heart raced with a thrilling mix of excitement and nervousness as she rose to help him up, their skin brushing together, sending shivers down her spine. She had never imagined the Prince would possess such a magnificent c0ck! Perhaps today, her little cave would finally be filled to the brim... She guided him into rising up and leaning on her for support. Slowly, they made their way towards the bathroom, which was also in the room, with Lucian putting up a pretense of pain and weakness, while Duchess Evelina struggled to suppress her arousal. Lucian¡¯s hand was wrapped around her slim waist, and her mind couldn¡¯t help but wander, imagining what it would feel like to have his strong hands on her body, exploring her curves and caressing her skin. Smirking, Lucian ¡¯identally¡¯ brushed against her perky ass, causing her to let out a small gasp. "Ahh~" "Are you okay, Duchess?" he asked, his voice filled with feigned concern as his hands now rested gently on her hips, "I¡¯m sorry, that was unintentional. I didn¡¯t mean to startle you." Duchess Evelina looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "I¡¯m fine, just caught me off guard," she replied, her voice slightly trembling. "That¡¯s a relief," he said, his smirk widening as he subtly tightened his grip, "I wouldn¡¯t want you to feel ufortable." "I understand, Your Highness." The closer they got to the bathroom, the more ¡¯weak¡¯ Lucian became, forcing her to carry more of his weight. Finally, they arrived at the bathroom door, which Evelina opened with a flick of her hand. She guided Lucian inside, careful not to bump him into anything. Once he stood near a small hole, Lucian turned to Evelina, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Duchess, would you mind holding... holding my... up a bit? I need to use my hands for support to stand." "But, Your Highness," she ¡¯hesitated¡¯, uncertainty flickering across her face. With a smirk, Lucian suddenly grasped her hands and guided them to his now fully erect c0ck, pressing her palms against its warm, throbbing d!ck. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt its heat and formidable thickness beneath her fingertips. It¡¯s so hard! So hot! As she instinctively held him, her heart raced with a thrilling mix of trepidation and excitement, pounding in her chest like a wild drum. "Please, Duchess, just for a moment," he pleaded, his voice low and earnest, "I can¡¯t stand without using my hands for support." With a gulp, Evelina nodded, her breath hitching as her fingers trembled slightly while wrapping around his thick sausage. Slowly, she began to ¡¯unconsciously¡¯ explore the contours of his d!ck, her fingers moving in a gentle rhythm as they traced the smooth, heated surface. The weight of his pleasure-tool felt both foreign and intoxicating in her hands, and with each deliberate stroke, she felt a surge of adrenaline. Lucian¡¯s breath slightly quickened, mirroring the growing lust between them, as she continued to hold his c0ck with a mix of curiosity and allure, feeling the pulsing heat. Suddenly, she felt a stream of hot piss trickle over her fingers. PSSSSSHHHHH..... She gasped as she felt the stream was warm and steady, a stark contrast to the coolness of her hands. As Lucian stealthily pressed his hips forward, the soft friction of her fingers against him heightened the electric lust between them. Each gentle movement sent ripples of sensation coursing through her, amplifying the fire igniting within her core. Evelina felt a delicious thrill race through her, as if she were standing on the precipice of a heady new world where only desire ruled. With every heartbeat, her awareness of him intensified, drawing her further into the experience. The warmth of his release flooded her senses, mingling with the pulse of her own excitement. After a moment, Lucian finished peeing and looked at Evelina. "Thank you, Duchess, for your help. It¡¯s so embarrassing to need help with such things," he replied sheepishly with ¡¯embarrassment¡¯, "Now that I¡¯m done, could... could you also clean me with a towel?" Evelina couldn¡¯t believe what she had heard. She was already turned on by his flesh, but now the thought of wiping him down with a towel made her c*nt wet. "Of... of course, Your Highness," she said, trying to keep her voice calm and steady. With her heart racing, she slowly began to clean his erect c0ck with a towel, her fingers teasingly lingering over his foreskin, gently wiping away the warmth and moisture that clung to his skin. Each touch felt electric, awakening sensations she hadn¡¯t dared to explore beforeing here, as she savored the weight of his f*cktool in her hands, the connection between them deepening with every moment... Chapter 56: Duchess Evelina (3) : F*ck, Your Mouth Feels So Good, Duchess! [R18] Kneeling before Lucian, Duchess Evelina¡¯s emerald-green gown shimmered under the dim light, clinging to her curves as if it was part of her very skin. If one were to look at her now from behind, they would notice how her dress clung tightly to her form, perfectly outlining the curves of her wide, voluptuous hips and the heavy swell of her ass. The fabric of the gown stretched taut over her flesh, emphasizing the way it bulged sensually beneath, each movement causing the material to shift and hug her even closer. Kneeling as she was, the emerald fabric seemed to strain with the effort of containing her body, the firm, rounded asscheeks pressing outward as though begging to be touched. Her posture, half-submissive and half-alluring, entuated every tempting curve, the soft flesh shifting beneath the gown in a way that invited the eye, drawing attention to the sheer perfection of her motherly figure. Even the smallest of movements sent a ripple through her skin, the lust between them only deepening with the sight of her fully disyed, her form a mesmerizing vision of extreme allure. The fabric dipped slightly at the neckline, revealing just enough of her ample, perfectly shaped breasts to tempt the eye, the creamy skin rising and falling with each breath she took. Her ample chest heaved subtly, the curve of her cleavage enticing, drawing Lucian¡¯s gaze like a predator¡¯s to prey. Her auburn hair, loose and wild, cascaded down her back like firelight caught in motion, brushing against the soft curve of her shoulders. Stray strands framed her face, highlighting the mischief flickering in her brown eyes as they met his. There was something both yful and dangerous in the way she looked up at him, a daring spark that made Lucian¡¯s blood run hotter. Her fingers, delicate yet firm, pressed deeper as if memorizing every inch of his c0ck beneath the towel. Each movement was slow, teasing, as the heat from his hardness seeped into her fingertips, sending a pulse of electricity through her. His musky scent enveloped her, rich and intoxicating, pulling her deeper into a haze of longing. Each stroke was a silent invitation, her desire building with every passing second, her touch lingering over the d!ck that defied restraint. Her heart raced as she felt his veins throb under her hand, his powerful presence undeniable despite his vulnerable facade. The intensity of his gaze, sharp and hungry, made her pulse quicken. Her breath came in shallow, uneven waves as she knelt there, torn between duty and the fiery lust igniting inside her. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a mischievous, knowing smile as he leaned down and whispered, "Duchess, could you...help me with another kind of ¡¯release¡¯? I can¡¯t seem to, ah, relieve myself." "I... I don¡¯t understand, Your Highness," she faltered, her cheeks flushed with desire, "What do you mean?" Lucian looked down at her, his eyes glimmering with dark intent, as he grabbed her delicate hand and slowly guided it to his semi-erect c0ck. "You know exactly what I mean, Duchess," he growled, a wicked smirk dancing on his lips, "Help me... with another ¡¯release¡¯." She ¡¯hesitated¡¯, her mind seemed to be swirling in conflict, but her body ¡¯betrayed¡¯ her with a surge of heat. Before she could respond, Evelina suddenly felt Lucian¡¯s d!ck brush against her plump lips. Without thinking anymore, she parted her lips and allowed his thick tool to enter her little mouth, tasting the saltiness of his skin as he began to gently thrust into her warm, wet depths. Nhhmmm~~ A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his fat c0ck slide deeper, filling her mouth with a primal hunger that she couldn¡¯t control. She looked up at him, her red lips wrapped around his throbbing mushroom head, her sultry eyes locking with his as if begging for approval. Lucian¡¯s gaze, now filled with raw lust and hunger, bore into hers, his chest slowly rising and falling with each heavy breath. "That¡¯s it¡­ just like that," he growled, his voice thick with desire, encouraging her to take him deeper. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, the wet, lewd sounds filling the room ¡ª slurp~ shlurp~~ ¡ª while her little pink-tongue worked skillfully, teasing the sensitive underside with each movement. Lucian¡¯s grip tightened, his fingers tangling in her long, auburn hair, pulling her closer with every thrust. He could feel her moan vibrating around him, the heat from her mouth driving him wild. "You¡¯re doing so well, Duchess¡­" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rasp as his hips bucked in rhythm with her bobbing head. His hand guided her pace, pushing her deeper onto him, her soft lips stretched wide as she eagerly took him in. Her eyes never left his, a wicked gleam in them as if she was relishing every second of his control, her mouth working him with a fervor that made his body tense with pleasure. Each gasp and groan he gave only seemed to encourage her more, her hands sliding up his thighs, nails grazing his skin as her pace quickened, her determination to please him clear in every motion. Gakh~ Guhhg~ He pushed deeper into her mouth, his massive red-flesh nearly choking her with its sheer size, forcing her to gag slightly, her eyes well up with tears. But the feeling of having his thick, pulsing c0ck in her mouth was intoxicating, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Mphh~~ Evelina¡¯s muffled moans vibrated around Lucian¡¯s cock as she felt him thicken inside her mouth, the swollen tip pressing against the back of her throat with each deep thrust. His size was overwhelming, a beast that her body eagerly surrendered to. Her lips stretched wide around him, barely able to take all of him in, but she worked her mouth tirelessly, savoring every inch she could manage. Pah~ pah~ Lucian¡¯s heavy balls pped against her chin with each rhythmic motion, the sound obscene and thrilling. She moved her hand down, wrapping delicate fingers around the thick base of his shaft ¡ª the part toorge for her little mouth to swallow ¡ª stroking his d!ck in sync with her mouth, while her other hand gently massaged his balls. The sensation of her fingers rolling them softly, yet firmly, sent jolts of pleasure through him, driving his lust even higher. My husband¡¯s size can never bepared to this monstrous cock now fucking my mouth like p*ssy... Lucian¡¯s scent ¡ª musky, primal ¡ª invaded her senses, filling her lungs with every breath. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, salty and intoxicating, pushing her deeper into a haze of unquenchable desire. She was lost in the sensation of his c0ck, in the heat that radiated from his body, spiraling into a lust so fierce that she no longer cared about anything else. "Ahhh~" Her f*ckhole grew slick with need, her body betraying her as the wetness pooled between her legs, desperate and aching. Lucian¡¯s gaze bore into her, dark and lustful, as he watched her struggle to contain the desire overtaking her. "You¡¯re dripping, aren¡¯t you?" he hissed, his voice low and mocking as he looked down at her kneeling form. "Soaking wet just from having my cock in your mouth... Look at you, Duchess, behaving like amon wh*re." His words struck her, but instead of shame, it only stoked the fire burning inside her. His taste, his scent, his presence ¡ª all of it was driving her mad. She knew she should feel humiliated, but ¡ª Prince is using me like a prostitute! But he tastes so good! ¡ª the feeling of his thick rod in her mouth was intoxicating, each thrust sending waves of forbidden pleasure coursing through her. "You like it, don¡¯t you?" Lucian¡¯s voice dripped with arrogance as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her closer, "My c0ck is so much bigger than your pathetic husband¡¯s, isn¡¯t it? Admit it¡­ you love the way I fill your mouth." Her cheeks flushed with shame, her mind torn between resisting his cruel words and the undeniable pleasure pulsing through her. I should stop... But she couldn¡¯t. The way he filled her mouth, the thickness of his penis stretching her lips wide ¡ª it was pure bliss. I want him¡­ Without realizing it, she began to suck him faster, her tongue tracing every vein along his length as she swallowed him deeper, savoring the salty taste of his flesh, her saliva dripping onto the floor. More¡­ I need more... He let out a low growl, his grip tightening on her head as he continued to thrust, his movements growing faster and more urgent. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Duchess," he grunted, his voice thick with lust, "Keep sucking me like that." She obeyed, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and desire, as she continued to suck his manhood with a passion she hadn¡¯t known existed. Suddenly, Lucian¡¯s breath hitched as he felt Duchess Evelina¡¯s slender finger slide into his tight asshole, pressing against his most sensitive spot. "Holy sh!t... This slut...!" he gasped, the sound thick with surprise and lust. His hips bucked violently, involuntarily thrusting deeper into her eager mouth. Her finger curled expertly inside him, stroking his prostate in a way that sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He trembled, every muscle tightening in response to the overwhelming sensation. Lucian¡¯s c0ck swelled even harder within her mouth, throbbing with a scorching heat that made Evelina¡¯s head spin with lust. The thrill of his escting desire pushed her further, and he grasped her auburn hair with both hands, fingers tangling in her fiery locks as he pushed himself deeper, his movements bing frantic and urgent. Spurt~ Spurt~ With a sudden rush, he reached his climax, a powerful surge of liquid heat exploding from him. The torrent filled her mouth, hot and thick, each pulse igniting waves of pleasure as he flooded her with his warm, salty cum, urging her to savor every drop. "Don¡¯t spill a single drop..." Gulp~ Gulp~ Evelina swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take every drop of his salty seed, savoring the rich, musky vor that coated her pink tongue. Chapter 57: Duchess Evelina (4) : How Could You F*ck An Old Woman Like Me So Hard!? [R18] [2.16k] Evelina¡¯s eyes watered, but she didn¡¯t care ¡ª all that mattered was the taste of him, the way his hot seed coated her throat and filled her belly. Her body shuddered around his c*ck, her pussy throbbing and wet with desire. That¡¯s when she felt his grip on her hair loosen, and he pulled his throbbing manhood out of her mouth with a wet ¡¯plop¡¯ sound, his glistening member proudly throbbing before her ¡ª slick with her saliva and his own juices. Evelina tipped back her head, her gaze locking onto his with pleading eyes as she licked her lips, tasting him on her tongue. The taste was different from anything she¡¯d ever experienced before ¡ª salty and musky with a hint of masculinity that was intoxicating. She wanted more. Lucian smirked down at her, his eyes dark and predatory, watching as she greedilypped at her lips, trying to capture everyst drop of his essence. The sight sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He stepped back, pulling away from her and admiring the hungry look in her eyes. "That was amazing, Duchess," he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched her greedily licking her lips, "I didn¡¯t expect you to be such a naughty woman! Do you have any other ¡¯surprises¡¯ nned for me?" Evelina¡¯s heart raced, her cheeks burning with both embarrassment and arousal. Her body gave her away, the heat between her thighs growing unbearable, and the taste of him still lingering on her tongue. "Y-Your Highness, I..." she breathed, unable to finish, her voice shaky as she fought to keep herposure, though the fire within her was far from under control. Before she could say another word, Lucian¡¯s hand snapped up, grabbing her chin with a roughness that sent a jolt through her. His lips collided with hers, sudden and fierce, swallowing her gasp. His tongue forced its way into her mouth without hesitation, a wet, greedy swirl that overwhelmed her senses in an instant. Her breath hitched. The world around her blurred. slurp~ lick~~ All she could feel was the raw intensity of his kiss ¡ª the slick sound of their lips crashing together, the hot pressure of his tongue as it explored her, iming every inch of her mouth. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her body against his with a force that left no room for resistance. Nhmm~~ Her muffled moan escaped, sharp and unbidden, as his hands moved with a sudden urgency, sliding down her body, gripping her harder. The wet slip of their tongues shed, fast, desperate, leaving her gasping for air. Without warning, he pulled back for a split second, their lips just inches apart, her breath heavy, her body trembling ¡ª then he dove back in, even rougher this time. Her mind spun as the intensity surged, his movements abrupt, uncontroble, using her body like an object, yanking her hard against him. His hands slid down her body with deliberate intent, tugging at her gown until it fell away, unveiling her perfectly rounded breasts and her thick, voluptuous ass. Her skin was a creamy canvas, soft and smooth, every inch of her flesh radiating an irresistible allure that begged to be touched and explored. Ahhhh~ Evelina let out a low growl as he pressed his mouth to her neck, tasting her sweet, salty skin, savoring the intoxicating vor that was uniquely hers. He could feel her heart racing beneath her soft flesh, the rapid thump echoing in his ears as he pulled her closer, his fingers tracing every sultry curve of her motherly body. His c*ck, still throbbing from their earlier encounter, pressed hard against her soft belly, as the lust between them intensified. Evelina¡¯s hands slid up to Lucian¡¯s head, fingers threading through his hair as she pushed him closer, her body trembling with need. She pressed his face against her skin, silently begging him to explore every inch, her soft whimpers urging him on. The desperation in her touch was undeniable, her desire burning through any restraint as she guided him deeper into her big breasts. Lucian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and full of lust. "So quick to spread your c*nt open the moment your husband¡¯s gone? Acting like a cheap wh*re already," he sneered, his voice low and taunting. Evelina¡¯s face flushed with a mix of shame and desire. "No... I¡¯m not like that," she insisted, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back the storm of emotions swirling within her. "He... just can¡¯t satisfy me," she admitted in a whisper, her eyes locked on his, filled with both shame and hunger, "His thing is so... small!" Lucian¡¯s eyes glinted with cruel amusement as he leaned in, his voice a low, mocking growl, "So, did you f*ck around to get what you needed? Is that how desperate you were?" "No... how could I?" she breathed, a flicker of panic shing across her face, "I¡¯m a Duchess. If rumors spread, my reputation would be ruined!" "But, right now I can¡¯t keep pretending... My c*nt wants to be f*cked by your fat d!ck," she confessed, her resolve wavering. Before she could continue with the reasoning she was giving herself, Lucian pulled her into his embrace. He carried her to the bedroom, his grip firm and possessive. The Duchess was so lost in her lust that shepletely forgot about Lucian¡¯s injuries. Her small tongue flicked against his neck, leaving a trail of wetness as she licked hungrily. She couldn¡¯t help but bite gently, her teeth grazing his skin as soft, sensual licking sounds filled the air. When they reached the bed, Lucian threw Evelina onto the soft mattress, quickly following her down. Thud¨C Ah~ His fingers were on her instantly, exploring every curve of her body with a fervor that left her breathless. Her abdomen was toned and smooth, his hands gliding over her skin, while her wide ass invited him closer. Her thighs were thick and plush, perfectly shaped, as if crafted for moments like this. Lucian couldn¡¯t help but admire the sight before him, his eyes lingering over every inch of her creamy skin, memorizing each curve and swell. She was perfect, a woman built for pleasure, with breasts so big and full they could barely be contained. Her breasts were ample and luscious, spreading generously across her chest, the fullness causing them to sag just enough to enhance their allure. Her nipples were dark pink and erect, herrge ares puffy and swollen. He couldn¡¯t resist the urge to flick his tongue over them, savoring the sweet taste of her flesh. Flick~ lick~ Mmhhh~ As he leaned in to taste her, Evelina¡¯s hands shot out, gripping his head and pulling him closer, her body arching towards him, begging for more. "Your Highness... please!" she moaned, her voice husky and raw, her body aching with need. "Don¡¯t tease me anymore! Please, I need you inside me." Lucian smiled, his hands roaming freely over her breasts, pinching and squeezing her hard nipples, as he savored the feel of her body beneath his. His c0ck was rock-hard, throbbing with desire, ready to fulfill her every need. Evelina arched her back, her c*nt dripping with anticipation as she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. Her p*ssy, covered in soft, damp hairs, shimmered with arousal. The swollen lips of her hole glistened in the light, slightly parted, revealing the delicate pink within. Her wet c*nt was gently contracting and rxing, releasing a subtle, musky scent that filled Lucian¡¯s nostrils. Lucian licked his lips, his eyes drinking in the sight of her glistening c*nt, his c0ck twitching in response. He moved his head down, his tongue darting out to lick at her clit, savoring the sweet, salty taste of her f*ckhole. Flick~ lick~ slurp~ Nhmmm~ Her body jerked, her breath hitching, as she gripped his head tighter, her voice low and urgent. "Your Highness... no teasing. Just f*ck me!" Lucian smirked, his tongue flicking faster, teasing her swollen bud with a skill that left her gasping. "Please... My hole needs...!" she moaned, her wide hips bucking against his face, desperate for more. Her c*nt was so wet, so ready, that he couldn¡¯t hold back any longer. He pulled away, his lips glistening with her juices. "You want me to f*ck you, Duchess? Is that what you want?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. She nodded, her eyes wide, her mouth parted in a silent gasp of desire. "Yes! Please, Your Highness, I need your c*ck inside me. I need to feel you fill me up..." Lucian¡¯s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning as he shifted his position. Kneeling between her legs, he reached down and grasped his c*ck, guiding it towards her waiting entrance, rubbing it slowly against her swollen clit. She gasped softly as he teased her, hovering just before entering. Then with a sudden and single thrust, he plunged his massive shaft deep into her wet c*nt, his red-flesh disappearingpletely into her tight hole. "Ahhhhhh~" Evelina¡¯s voice rang out, sharp and clear, as she felt his thickness stretching her open. She arched her back, her body trembling with pleasure as she struggled to adjust to his girth. "Y-Your Highness... you¡¯re so big," she gasped, her voice soft and breathy, "Le.. let me adjust..." Lucian leaned in, his lips brushing her earlobe. "And, you¡¯re so tight, Duchess," he growled, his voice low and husky, "Duke¡¯s thing really is small, isn¡¯t it?" His words sent a rush of heat through her core, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. She couldn¡¯t speak, her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. Lucian hips bucked against her, his dick filling her with each deep thrust, his movements rough and aggressive. Her thighs gripped him tight, her nails digging into his back, as she gasped for breath. Pah~ pah~ pah~ His each thrust was followed by a loud p of flesh, his cock pulsing with every movement, his manhood buried deep inside her birthhole. The sounds of their f*cking filled the air, the room filled with the sweet scent of their arousal and juices. His fat mushroom head kissing her womb, his hands caressing her motherly breasts, his tongue exploring every inch of her skin ¡ª it was all too much. Evelina¡¯s body shook, her c*nt clenching tight around his shaft as she orgasmed hard, her juices spilling out around his cock. "Y-Your Highness... you¡¯re too much!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and raw, as she rode the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body, "How could you f*ck an old woman like me so hard!?" Lucian smiled, his face flushed with exertion, as he continued to plow into her c*nt. p~ ahh~~ Lucian pped her slightly saggy t!ts roughly, relishing the way they jiggled and bounced with every thrust. Of course, he controlled his physical strength, otherwise Lucian was afraid he might kill her identally. Her c*nt was slick with her juices, her p*ssy clenching tight around his c0ck as he drove into her. "Come, now ride me like a sl*t" Lucian abruptly pulled out and pped her ass hard. Evelina whimpered and climbed on top of him, positioning her dripping c*nt over his fat c0ck. Spreading both legs wide open, using her fingers to spread open her p*ssy folds, she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Inch by inch, she felt herself stretch around his girth, his massive c*ck filling her c*ntpletely, reaching ces she never knew existed. Her body trembled at the intense sensation of his throbbing manhood hitting her deepest spots, her c*nt mping down around him. Lucian¡¯s fingers dug into her soft flesh, gripping her hips tight, as he held her in ce. He was in control, setting the pace, his movements slow and deliberate. As she began to ride up and down, he too began to thrust into her from below. Pah~ pah~~ thrust~ p~ Ah~ ahh~ Their movements grew more intense, their bodiesing together with a force that left them breathless. Lucian leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck, his voice low and husky as he whispered in her ear. "You¡¯re such a sl*t, Duchess. Look at you, riding my c*ck like a wh*re... what would your husband think if he saw you right now?" His words sent a rush of heat through her core, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. Her fingers dug into his back, her nails biting into his skin, as she struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. He pulled her even closer, his grip on her hips tightening, as he plunged deeper into her c*nt, his penis hitting her deepest spots. Chapter 58: Duchess Evelina (5) : Mother, Are You In There!? [R18] Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting a sultry glow across the room. The light danced over a mature woman¡¯s pale skin, making her look almost radiant as she moved atop the young man beneath her. Her auburn hair tumbled down her back, swaying with each rise and fall of her hips. She gripped his chest for bnce, her movements slow but deliberate, each thrust drawing a low moan from his parted lips. Her full breasts bounced with every motion, her eyes half-lidded, locked on his, filled with a smoldering lust. The slick sound of their bodies moving together mixed with the heated breath escaping both of them. Her c*nt clenched tight around him, her body shuddering as she felt herselfing close to orgasm. sluch~! Thrust~! sluch~! Aahh~ Lucian¡¯s movements were rough and aggressive, his hips mming against her ass with each thrust, his cock pulsing with each movement. She could feel herself losing control, her body surrendering to his dominance. "Your Highness... I¡¯m about to c*m!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and raw, as she felt her body tightening around his shaft. Lucian¡¯s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, as he mmed into her with a force that left her breathless. His mouth found her neck, his tongue licking at the delicate skin just below her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "That¡¯s it, Duchess. C*m all over my fat d!ck. Let me feel your juices all over me..." His words were all it took to push her over the edge. Her body shuddered, her c0ck clenching tight around his shaft, as she felt her juices spill out around his thighs and c0ck. Squirting~~! "Ahhh~ Your Highness! Oh, my god... I can¡¯t believe this is happening," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. Lucian held her tight, his hands roaming over her curvaceous body as he continued to thrust into her from below, his movements growing more urgent. Her c*nt clenched tight around him, her juices coating his c0ck, as she rode the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body. She was so wet, so slick, that it felt like she would never stop c*mming, her orgasms washing over her in a torrent of ecstasy. The feel of her soft, voluptuous ass bouncing against his thighs, her c*nt stretched tight around his throbbing f*cktool, was all it took to send him over the edge. With a low growl, he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in ce. Spurt~ Spurt~~ With one final thrust, he pushed deep into her, his d!ck pulsing as he released his hot seeds into her womb. Ahhhhh~ She cried out, her body tensing as she felt his hot and thick c*m filling her womb up, the sensation pushing her over the edge once again as she too came. Their bodies shook together, their orgasms merging into one, as they clung to each other in the afterglow. Evelina copsed on top of him, her breath heavy, her body trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. She couldn¡¯t believe what had just happened ¡ª the raw intensity of their f*cking, the way he had dominated her, using her like a toy. She had never experienced anything like it before, and she knew that she would be craving more. As shey there, her body spent and finally satisfied, she couldn¡¯t help but smile to herself. "Are you ready for another round, Duchess?" Lucian asked, his voice thick with lust, "I haven¡¯t finished f*cking your sl*tty holes yet." "Yes, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, "Please, give me more of your c*ck! Change the shape of my hole!" She like an experienced wh*re, slowly stood up, her legs spread wide open as she straddled him, her thick thighs shaking with anticipation. Lucian¡¯s eyes locked onto her puffy c*nt, glistening with arousal, the lips of her hole slightly parted to reveal the delicate pink within. "On your fours, now," he growled, his voice low and husky. She turned around, positioning herself over him, her ass facing him, her legs spread wide open. She was so wet that her juices dripped down her inner thighs, forming a small pool beneath her. His c*m sliding out of her c0nt hole mixed with her own juices. Her puffy and hairy pink p*ssy lips were spread open, revealing her slick inner walls, as his thick c0ck hovered just inches away. "F*ck me from behind, Your Highness! Please, give me more of your d!ck!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw. Lucian smiled, his hands gripping her soft flesh, as he slid his throbbing manhood back into her waiting c*nt. He felt himself stretching her inside, his thick girth filling her c*nt uppletely, as he began to thrust into her again. Sluch~! Thrust~~ ohhhh~ aaahhh~ His movements were slow, his c*ck pulsing with each movement, as he savored the feel of her warm and soft, wet c*nt clenching tightly around his flesh. She gasped softly, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size, the sensation overwhelming her senses. His hands roamed over her voluptuous ass, squeezing and caressing her soft flesh, as he slowly picked up the pace. Ahh~ p~ ahhh~ The sound of their bodiesing together filled the air, mingling with her soft moans and his low growls. Lucian held her tight, his fingers digging into her plush flesh as he lifted one of her legs to spread her more, and mmed into her f*ckhole, his movements growing rougher, more urgent. "Have you even been f*cked here?" As he pounded her, he prated a finger into her an*l hole without warning. "Ahhhh... N-Never, Your Highness," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with both shame and embarrassment, "No man has ever touched me there. Until now... My... my husband thinks it¡¯s dirty..." He pulled out and spat onto his fingers, before adding two more and inserting them into her sh!thole. Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~ She whimpered, the sudden intrusion both shocking and thrilling. "Well then, you better get used to it now!" He slowly withdrew from her p*ssy, a glistening string of theirbined juices stretching between them before breaking. "Now use your hands," hemanded softly, as his fingers brushed over her trembling arms, guiding her palms slowly down the curve of her body. "Spread yourself for me," he whispered, his tone both gentle andmanding, coaxing her to part the soft, rounded flesh beneath her fingertips. As she hesitated for a brief moment, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing her skin, "Let me see you..." As she used her hands to slowly spread her asscheeks, Lucian, with a wicked grin, pressed the head of his length against her taboo hole, teasingly rubbing it against her warm, inviting skin. Her heart was pounding hard, her mind spinning, as she felt the head of his d!ck pressing against her tightly puckered hole. She bit her lip, struggling to remain calm, her nerves frayed with excitement. "Now push yourself back slowly on my d!ck, sl*tty." Evelina took a deep breath and did as she was told. She eased her weight back towards him, the tip of his swollen head pressing hard against her tightly clenched hole. "Rx, my c*nt," Lucian coaxed, his hands gripping her hips, his c*ck pressed against her plump butt. Slowly, Evelina exhaled, releasing her tension and letting her sh!thole sink back onto him. As she felt the fat head of his d!ck kissing her sweet entrance, her heart raced. With a sharp gasp, Lucian¡¯s c*ck plunged deep into her ck hole, slowly stretching her wider than she¡¯d ever experienced before. She bit her lip, a mix of difort and excitement flooding her senses, as she struggled to adjust to his massive c*ck. "Please¡­ be gentle," she whispered, her voice shaky with nerves, "It¡¯s my first time, using this hole." Pumping his c0ck in and out of her a few times, he began to pick up the pace, his hips mming against her plump butt, her cheeks pping his pelvis in time. Thrust~ pah~! p~ p~ Aaahhhhh~! Her mind spun, her body trembling at the raw intensity of his rough movements, her nervesing alive in a way she¡¯d never felt before. "Aaaahhhhhh...!" she gasped, her body jerking and trembling as she struggled to adapt to the new overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "Do you like that, my sl*t? Do you like getting f*cked like this? Do you feel my c*ck spreading your hole apart?" Lucian¡¯s cursing voice was thick with lust, his words carrying a dominant,manding tone. She couldn¡¯t respond, her voice caught in her throat, her thoughts only drowned in the delirium of passion. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he bucked against her, his c*ck burying deep in her tight back hole. Ah~~ squelch~ squelch~ ahaa~ The sound of their bodiesing together echoed in the room, their movements rough and aggressive, their breaths heavy with lust. At this moment, "Mother... are you in there?!" Chapter 59: Duchess Evelina (6) : Are You Feeling Alright, Mother? [R18] "Mother... are you in there?!" Evelina froze, her blood turning to ice as she heard her daughter¡¯s voice outside the door. Panic slowly seized her as she realized thepromising position she was in. ¡¯Why is she here?!¡¯ "Wh-what is it, darling!" she managed to call back, her voice trembling. Puh~ pah~ p~ Lucian didn¡¯t stop. His hips continued to thrust, his c0ck still buried deep in her tight ass. Lucian¡¯s grip tightened as he moved. Her body tensed, her back arching with each movement, the tightness of her an*l hole gripping his penis firmly. She felt every inch of his c0ck, her inner muscles adjusting, the sensation both overwhelming and foreign. Each push tested her limits, sending waves of sensation through her, and she could feel the strain as her body tried to amodate his length. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I wonder what will your little daughter think if she sees her mother being f*cked like a wh*re!" Mmmhh~ Evelina bit her lip hard, stifling a moan as Lucian¡¯s pace increased. The fear of being caught only heightened her arousal, her body trembling with both terror and ecstasy. "Mother, I must speak with you ¡ª it¡¯s urgent! I went to your room, but when you weren¡¯t there, your maid said you¡¯d be here." Amelia¡¯s voice rang out again, more insistent this time. "J-just a moment, darling!" she called out, her voice shaky. Evelina struggled to keep her voice steady. She tried to pull away from Lucian, but he held her hips firmly in ce. "Don¡¯t you dare move," he growled in her ear, continuing to thrust into her relentlessly. Evelina¡¯s earlier yful demeanor had dissolved entirely, leaving only a potent mix of pleasure and panic. Lucian¡¯s thick, pulsing length stretched her sh!thole in ways she had never experienced before, sending waves of heated ecstasy coursing through her body, yet her mind was racing with fear. "Your Highness, please..." she gasped, her voice trembling as she struggled to suppress a loud moan, "You can fuck my three holes all night... nnhmm... but we must stop now ¡ª my daughter..." Panic red in her eyes, the thought of her daughter finding her behaving like a cheap prostitute, reduced to nothing but a wh*re under his control, lost in the overwhelming tide of lust. What would her daughter think, seeing her mother so shamelessly riding a young man¡¯s c0ck as if she were nothing more than a desperate bitch? Lucian, without missing a beat, increased his pace, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Isn¡¯t this what you craved, Evelina?" he growled, his movements relentless, "To be treated like a cheap wh*re? Don¡¯t deny it ¡ª you¡¯re loving every second of this, don¡¯t you? Then why hide?! Let you daughter see your true face!" Evelina found herself biting down on her lip to suppress the sounds threatening to escape her throat. The roughness of his touch sent shivers down her spine, heightening the thrill, yet the lingering fear of being caught only intensified the moment, making it all the more dangerous and intoxicating. "Mother? Are you okay? I¡¯ming in..." The sound of the turning doorknob echoed ominously in the room. In an abrupt movement, Lucian withdrew from her assh*le, leaving a void within Evelina that yearned for him. "We¡¯re not finished," he murmured lowly, guiding her back towards him with a firm grip. From his position of kneeling behind her, he moved with fluid grace as he lowered himself onto the bed, never releasing his hold on her. sluch~! Aaahh~ His grip on her slim waist tightened, guiding her to sit fully on his rigid dick as her body trembled, teetering on the edge of release, though she remained silent, her breath shallow with the effort to control herself, the sudden fullness making her shudder. Just as Lucian started to increase his rhythm again, the door creaked open revealing Amelia standing at its threshold. Quick thinking had led Lucian to drape a nket over them just in time. To Amelia¡¯s eyes, it appeared as if her mother was merely seated on the bed; Lucian¡¯s form concealed beneath the fabric folds. Oblivious to whaty beneath, Amelia began stating her intentions. As Amelia spoke, Evelina fought hard to focus on her words while waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her body due to Lucian¡¯s movements within her. "Mother," Amelia¡¯s voice floated into Evelina¡¯s consciousness, "I need a few moments of your time. There¡¯s something I need your advice on..." She felt on the verge of shattering, her body thrumming with pleasure as Lucian pumped his fat mushroom into her taboo hole, but she couldn¡¯t let Amelia discover that her mother was being f*cked right before her eyes. Lucian¡¯s fingers explored Evelina¡¯s motherly body beneath the nket cloak, teasing her ample breasts with a rough touch while kneading them and pinching her hard nipples. sluch~! sluch~! As Lucian¡¯s relentless rhythm persisted, Evelina felt the heated pulse of extreme pleasure coursing through her lower body. Every nerve ending seemed to be ame as she fought to suppress the waves of ecstasy threatening to break her silence. Evelina strained to focus on her daughter¡¯s words, but Lucian¡¯s unyielding invasion was making it nearly impossible. She could feel herself teetering on the brink, her body trembling with an insatiable desire. Amelia began outlining her issue, and Evelina leaned back, biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to muffle any betraying sounds as Lucian¡¯s throbbing hardness relentlessly pounded into her from beneath. "...Mmm," Evelina barley managed, biting back a gasp as Lucian pinched her hard nipple, "That¡¯s... unfortunate, darling." The wet sounds of their f*cking were mercifully muffled by the thick nkets. Still, Evelina¡¯s cheeks burned as she prayed her daughter wouldn¡¯t notice anything amiss. "What should we do, Mother?" Amelia asked, her brow furrowed with concern. Evelina struggled to focus on her daughter¡¯s words as Lucian continued his torturous movements beneath the nket. She gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white with the effort of maintaining herposure. "I... I think you should..." Evelina¡¯s voice trailed off as Lucian hit a particrly sensitive spot. She cleared her throat, trying to disguise the moan threatening to escape, "You should speak with Lady Marianne. She may have a suitable gown you could borrow." She could feel herself nearing climax, each thrust from Lucian sending shivers of anticipation cascading down her spine. She knew she was on borrowed time; it wouldn¡¯t be long before she sumbed to the mounting pleasure. Amelia¡¯s face brightened, "Oh, that¡¯s a wonderful idea! I¡¯ll go see her right away." Just as she was about to spiral out of control, Amelia abruptly rose from her seat, stating that she would returnter. But as Amelia turned to leave, Lucian¡¯s thrusts became more intense than before, it took all of her strength to remainposed. Lucian¡¯s fingers began to rub her swollen clit, while his other hand slid down, roughly fingering her p*ssy. squelch~ squelch~ Sliiiiip~ sliiiide~ Uuu~ uuhh~ ahh~ Evelina struggled to remain still, desperate to not give anything away. She clenched her jaw tightly, determined to keep quiet. He pounded into her mercilessly, the wet p of their bodies echoing in the room. Evelina¡¯s resolve wavered, and she found herself whimpering softly. Amelia paused! "Are you feeling alright, Mother?" Amelia asked, concern etching her features. "Just a bit... un-under the weather," Evelina managed, her breathing in short gasps. "Nothing to worry about, dear." "Maybe you should lie down, you look flushed," Amelia said, her brow furrowed with worry. Lucian shifted slightly, pushing deeper inside her and hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back. She was now so close... "Ahh... I¡¯ll... be fine, sweet... heart," she managed to say, her voice barely audible. With a weak nod from Evelina, Amelia exited the room leaving Evelina alone with Lucian and his relentless pounding. As soon as the door closed behind her, Lucian threw off the nket and grabbed Evelina¡¯s hips. "Don¡¯t you dare stop now, you sl*t!" he hissed, his pace increasing. Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~~ Evelina cried out, unable to contain her pleasure any longer. She could feel herself c*mming hard, her body trembling as Lucian¡¯s c*ck pulsed inside of her. Sqquuuuuiiirt~~~ Ooohhhhw~ Her juices flowed like a fountain, spilling over as her body trembled from the force of her release. Lucian growled, his movements bing rougher, more aggressive. He too was close to c*mming, and he wasn¡¯t going to hold back. With a low groan, he grabbed her now red-hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her with a force that left her breathless. Squelch~ Squelch~ Pah~ Puh~ Ahhhhhh~~ ah~ His movements were now rough and uneven, his breathing heavy. He could feel his c*ck pulsing, ready to burst. He wanted to hold back, to prolong the moment, but he couldn¡¯t resist any longer. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of her, his c0ck throbbing as he released his hot seeds into her waiting an*l hole. Spurt~~ Ahhh~ Evelina cried out, her body trembling as she felt his hot c*m filling her up, his c*ck twitching against her tight hole. Lucian held her close, his hands tenderly kneading her full breasts as he thrust slowly inside her. With each deliberate movement, he released thest bit of his milk, filling herpletely with every push. As he thrust deeper, the warmth of his seeds spread through her, and each release felt like a wave of heat washing over them. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling every drop as it filled her hole. After a moment, he pulled out of her, his c0ck glistening with theirbined juices, his seed spilling out around his pulsating c0ck. As he pulled away, Evelina copsed on top of his chest, exhausted and spent. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw, "You¡¯re a true wh*re, Evelina." Evelina blushed, embarrassed by the realization that she¡¯d just been fucked in front of her daughter by a man she hardly knew. But she couldn¡¯t deny that she¡¯d enjoyed every moment of it. As shey on her back on top of Lucian chest, her heart pounding, she wondered if this would be the end of it. But as she gazed up at him, his dark eyes locked onto hers, she couldn¡¯t help but feel a spark of excitement growing inside of her. "Well, Duchess, how about another round?" Lucian¡¯s voice was low and husky, his hands caressing her full, voluptuous curves. Her eyes sparkled with mischief under longshes as she whispered back. "How can I resist such an enticing offer from a Prince as dashing as you?" She whispered, leaning forward to kiss him passionately. slurp~ slurp~ As Lucian¡¯s hands roamed over her body, his fingers grazing her sensitive nipples. She couldn¡¯t resist the overwhelming desire that swelled within her. "I want to ride your c*ck," she murmured, her voice trembling with need, "Please, Your Highness... this time, f*ck my c*nt..." Lucian grinned, gently stroking her wet p*ssy lips, "Then ride me, wh*re. Show me what that juicy p*ssy can do." Evelina positioned herself over him, spreading her legs wide to give him a perfect view of her juicy, dripping p*ssy. Lucian groaned, his c0ck pulsing with desire. "So wet for me, Evelina," he breathed, "So hot and wet." Plop~ thrust~ Evelina sank down onto his c*ck, gasping softly as she felt his length filling her, stretching her, rubbing against her sensitive walls. Ah~ ah~ ahh~ Lucian¡¯s hands moved to her hips, guiding her movements, as she slowly began to ride him. Under the warm Sunlight, her pace was slow, methodical, almost hypnotic... Chapter 60: Duchess Evelina (7) : Can You F*ck me In A Different Position? [R18] In the opulent confines of avishly decorated room, a young many reclined on a plush bed. His body tensed and rxed as a mature, stunningly beautiful mature woman with cascading auburn hair pleasured him with her mouth. She was sprawled out between his legs, her full chest pressing hard against his c0ck. Her wide hips raised just enough, legs spread wide, giving her room to move. The moonlight glinted off her naked body, glistening with theirbined juices from her aroused c*nt and dripping an*l hole. His milk had already dried up in the creases of her creamy, thick thighs, leaving faint traces of their earlier sex. Unlike three days before, her once-tight taboo hole had now widened, easily loose enough for something as thick as a banana to slide in without resistance. The now-stretched shithole revealed glimpses of the slick, glistening pink flesh within, the inside of her rectum now clearly visible, pulsating faintly in the moonlight, a sign of how much she had been f*cked. Squelch~ rub~ ruub~ Squelch~ Her soft, full breasts pressed tightly against his throbbing c0ck, slowly moving up and down, creating a maddening friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Her breasts, plump and bountiful, pressed tightly against the c0ck, their fullness spilling slightly around its sides. Even though the red penis was as long and thick as a child¡¯s arm, only the head asionally peeked out, demonstrating the ample size and fullness of her motherly breasts. She cupped them with both hands, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she squeezed, pushing them together to increase the pressure. The pale skin of her t!ties stretched, the faint red veins more prominent under the strain, while her dark pink nipples grazed the cool surface of the fat mushroom. Ptooey¨C! Spit~! She also added her saliva, using it as a lubricant, making her movements smoother as the hard d!ck slid between the luscious mounds. The slight sag of her breasts gave them a natural bounce with each motion, only enhancing the sensuality. She could feel his d!ck twitch against her skin, his heat intensifying as his arousal built with each sensual glide. With every motion, his moans grew deeper, as she expertly used the soft flesh of her chest to trap his hardness between her bountiful curves. The sensation was electric, and as she increased the pace, the slickness of her skin adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Flick~ lick~ As the swollen tip of his mushroom head peeked through the valley of her breasts, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue teasingly across it, licking the pre-c*m. Ohh~ A low groan escaped his lips as she savored the salty, musky taste of him, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive thick head. Her breasts swayed enticingly as they rubbed against his thighs in an intoxicating rhythm, leaving a slick trail of theirbined juices behind. She continued to rub him with her chest, the rhythmic movements paired with her teasing licks, driving him closer to the edge. His hands found their way to her shoulders, gripping her tighter, pulling her mouth closer as he reveled in the ecstasy she was skillfully building inside him. "Your Highness, gakh... guhg... are you enjoying my mouth?" "Hmm¡­ continue to suck¡­" As she trailed kisses down his c*ck, Lucian¡¯s mind was filled with a mixture of pleasure and contemtion. After a full day of consolidation, Lucian finally broke through his previous barrier yesterday! And with that, the Spirit stone which was already dimmed, turned to dustpletely. Now, as he was absorbing the potent Spiritual Energy from the Spirit stone, Lucian felt the powerful currents flowing through every inch of his body, rejuvenating and strengthening his ¡¯internal organs¡¯. The energy pulsed through him like a force of nature, revitalizing his mind and body with each passing moment. He could feel his senses sharpening again and his muscles growing taut with newfound strength. ¡¯It appears that eachyer cultivates a different aspect of my body, allowing me to better absorb the Spiritual Energy¡¯. At this moment, Lucian¡¯s body could only absorb a fraction of the energy, strengthening him incrementally while the excess slipped back into the nature. ¡¯How could such vast amounts of energy, stored within the stone, merely assist me in breaking through to the 2ndyer?¡¯ ¡¯Perhaps the key to storing the energy is to use the energy to clear the clogged passageways I¡¯ve sensed earlier!? But how to do that?¡¯ As Evelina¡¯s skilled mouth continued its delicate work, Lucian¡¯s focus drifted between the physical sensations and his inner cultivation. The dual streams of pleasure and spiritual energy intertwined, creating a heady rush that threatened to overwhelm him. His hands tangled in her silky auburn tresses, guiding her motions as he thrust his penis upwards. Gagh~ Gukh~ gag~ mphh~ The woman moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. "Yes, just like that," he groaned, his voice husky with lust. But even as his body responded to her touch, Lucian¡¯s mind remained partly detached, analyzing the changes urring within him. His skin tingled as if charged with electricity, bing more resilient with each passing moment. The woman released him from her mouth with a wet ¡¯pop¡¯, her eyes gleaming mischievously, "Your Highness, tomorrow, your carriage will arrive from the Royal Capital. Until then, can you f*ck me in a different position?" "Oh! What position, my sl*t?" "With your given strength, I think you could easily lift me," she purred, her eyes gleaming with lust,"Perhaps... you could take me against the wall, f*cking my p*ssy while I¡¯m in the air?" Lucian smirked, his newfound power surging through him. In one fluid motion, he rose from the bed and scooped the woman into his arms. "Ahh¨C!!" She gasped in delight, wrapping her juicy legs around his waist as he carried her to the nearest wall. shlurp~ smooch~~ shlurp~ Their kisses were deep and passionate as he lifted her, his newly empowered muscles flexing beneath her touch. Lucian¡¯s c0ck was already leaking pre-cum, coated in her saliva, craving the warmth and moisture of her c*nt. His hands roamed over her supple body, tracing every curve and dip of her creamy skin, as he leaned into the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers yfully. She pressed their bodies even closer together, feeling the hard d!ck of him grind against her c*nt, making her moan deeply into his mouth. He positioned them against the wall, with him being the base and she on top, butt raised high in the air and legs wrapped around his waist. Her breasts were flush against his chest, nipples hard as diamonds. THRUST¨C!! Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~~ thrust~ thrust~ thrust~ p~ squelch~ puhh~ sluch~ He began to thrust up into her dripping c*nt slowly yet powerfully, hitting a sensitive spot inside of her with every downward thrust that made her cry out in pleasure. He pulled back slightly to look at her face, eyes half-lidded with lust as he watched her expression change from bliss to desire to need. "Do you like it?" he growled huskily into her ear before mming back in again. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks on his skin as she arched her body towards him in response to the sensation. She cried out again ¡ª a mix of pain and pleasure intertwined ¡ª making him groan as he felt himself getting closer to climaxing. "OHH YESS... OOOOOHHhhhw... POUND MY SLUTTY C*NT...!" She moaned breathlessly between gasps for air. Thrust~! Sluch~! Thrust~~ Lucian¡¯s hips bucked wildly at each thrust, pounding into her tight folds with unbridled passion while she ground herself against him even harder. Puh~ Pahh~~ The sound of their bodies pping together filled the room ¡ª wet smacks mixed with heavy pants and loud moans. As he began to move within her, Lucian marveled at how effortlessly he could support her weight. The little bit of spiritual energy coursing through him seemed to enhance every sensation, making each thrust more intense and more sensitive. Ahh~ ohh~ Nhmm~ ... Lucian stood at the entrance of an ornate carriage, dressed in princely attire that entuated his regal bearing. His long white hair was perfectlybed, cascading down his back like a waterfall of silk, the result of Duchess Evelina¡¯s delicate touch. Now, his piercing gaze was fixed on the elegant figure of Evelina, a blend of intrigue and lust flickering in his eyes as he took in her graceful form. The morning sun cast a golden glow on her auburn hair, creating a halo effect that only emphasized her ethereal beauty. She stood tall and proud, every inch the noblewoman, but there was a softness in her eyes that betrayed her true feelings ¡ª unlike within the four walls, where she transformed into a wanton sl*t, begging to be f*cked. "Your Highness," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "You can always visit whenever you wish. The doors of my ¡¯estate¡¯ will forever be open to you." Chapter 61: What Do You Mean? Today, in the heart of the Celestian Empire, the grand throne room hummed with a quiet tension. Today, the Emperor¡¯s seat was not upied by its usual figure. Instead, a strikingly handsome young man sat upon the throne, his presencemanding attention. Draped in an azure daoist robe, intricate silver embroidery glimmered on his chest, where a finely crafted sword emblem rested, symbolizing power and authority. Beside the throne, another seat, almost as opulent as the emperor¡¯s own, had been ced. In it sat a second young man, his bearing equally dignified, d in a simr robe, the mirror of hispanion. Together, the two figures radiated a quiet, unspoken dominance that filled the room. Before them, at the foot of the raised dais, stood the Emperor himself, his eyes fixed upon the two young men. His gilded robes, once a symbol of unmatched authority, now seemed to hang heavily upon his shoulders. The intricate dragon motifs, woven with threads of gold and crimson, appeared to writhe uneasily in the flickering light of a thousand crystal chandeliers. The Emperor¡¯s weathered face, usually a mask of impassivity, now betrayed aplex tapestry of emotions. His eyes, once sharp as obsidian, now reflected a mix of reverence and trepidation. The creases around his mouth deepened as he struggled to maintain hisposure, his hands sped tightly behind his back to conceal their slight tremor. Beside the Emperor, Crown Prince Julius stood with his head bowed, his gaze fixed upon the polished marble floor. His hands were tightly clenched, knuckles white with tension, and his body trembled ever so slightly. He already knew who one of these figures was ¡ª Xander who had previously tested his talent to be a Transcendent. But why had he suddenly appeared now, and why had they suddenly called for Isabe? The timing felt ominous, and the silence in the hall only deepened his growing sense of dread. As for the other man, although he didn¡¯t know his identity, he could make an educated guess. The young man sat close to Xander, his posture stiff yetposed, as if trying to mirror Xander¡¯s imposing presence. His robe, emzoned with the symbol of a silver sword, gave away his affiliation with Azure Sword sect. Though Julius didn¡¯t recognize him, the man¡¯s proximity to Xander suggested that he, too, was no ordinary figure. Unease gnawed at him, and he couldn¡¯t help but wonder if they hade here knowing how, after being rejected, he had joined another sect. The thought sent a deeper wave of apprehension through him. However, the two of them didn¡¯t even nce in his direction. They sat silently, their eyes closed as though they had no concern for his presence. Their stillness was unnerving, like ancient statues unmoved by the trivial actions of mortals, and the room seemed to grow colder under the weight of their silence. Suddenly, Creak¨C! With a creaking sound, the massive gilded doors of the throne room swung open, and a woman in her early twenties entered, attracting everyone¡¯s attention. She was Princess Isabe, her presence as captivating as the first rays of dawn breaking through a stormy night. Her hair, a cascade of azure waves that mirrored the deep blue of the celestial seas, flowed gracefully down her back, adorned with delicate silver pins that twinkled like distant stars. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, seemed to hold within them the very essence of the sky itself, both serene and tempestuous. Isabe¡¯splexion was wless, her skin reminiscent of the finest porcin, with a soft luminescence that seemed to glow from within. Her cheeks held a gentle blush, as if kissed by the rosy fingers of the morning. As she advanced, the hem of her gown whispered against the polished floor, the sound barely audible yet somehow filling the cavernous space. As soon as Isabe entered, the two men opened their eyes, their gazes immediately locking onto her curvaceous figure. Her every step seemed to draw their attention, her body a perfect blend of grace and temptation. Xander felt a sudden heat surge through his body. His lower region burned with an intensity that left him restless, as if a fire had been ignited deep within him. His mouth went dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he struggled to maintain hisposure, but the sheer allure of her presence made it nearly impossible. The soft sway of her hips, the way the gown clung to her, entuating every curve ¡ª it was all too much. His pulse quickened, and the growing lust in his body was undeniable, his eyes hungrily tracing the outline of her form with every step she took. Meanwhile, Isabe¡¯s graceful steps faltered as she approached the dais, her eyes widening in a mixture of confusion and rm. The familiar sight of her father, the Emperor, seated upon the grand throne was reced by an unexpected figure that sent a shiver of uncertainty down her spine. The two young men, resplendent in their azure robes, gazed down at her with an air of quiet authority that seemed to transcend their apparent youth. Their presence was both mesmerizing and unsettling, like the calm before a storm. Isabe¡¯s gaze darted between the unfamiliar figures and her father, who stood at the foot of the dais, his usualmanding presence diminished by his position and the subtle tremor in his sped hands. The sight of the Emperor, reduced to a mere supplicant before his own throne, caused a knot of dread to appear in her heart. The man seated on the throne leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with Isabe¡¯s. His mind spun darker, rougher, as he stared at her like prey. He could not stop the filthy thoughts, couldn¡¯t stop picturing her stripped naked, trembling under his grip, helpless and exposed. In that moment, she felt as if she were falling into an endless abyss, the world around her fading into insignificance. "Now that Princess Isabe has arrived, we may begin," the young man on the throne spoke, his voice resonating through the chamber with an otherworldly timbre, "Dorian, go and check her using the Qi Resonance Mirror!" His eyes, deep and unfathomable as the night sky, remained fixed on Isabe. The princess felt her breath catch in her throat, unable to look away from his piercing gaze. As Isabe stood rooted to the spot, her mind racing toprehend the scene before her, the young man, Dorian, seated beside the throne rose with fluid grace. His movements were unhurried, almost ethereal, as if he were gliding rather than walking. The soft rustle of his azure robe seemed to echo in the hushed chamber as he descended the dais steps. In his hand appeared a mirror, seemingly conjured from thin air! It was no ordinary looking ss, but an artifact of breathtaking beauty. The frame was crafted from what appeared to be living silver, constantly shifting and flowing like quicksilver frozen in time. Delicate tendrils of the frame curled and unfurled, forming intricate patterns that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. The mirror¡¯s surface was not ss, but a sheet of perfectly still water, defying gravity as it stood vertical in the young man¡¯s grasp. "Look into the mirror, Princess," Dorianmanded, his voice a melodious whisper that seemed to bypass her ears and speak directly to her soul. Isabe¡¯s gaze was drawn to the mirror¡¯s surface, unable to resist its pull. As she stared into its depths, the watery surface began to swirl and shift, colors bleeding into existence like ink dropped into clear water. In the end, a deep azure color emerged and began to pulse rhythmically, like a beating heart. Isabe felt a strange sensation wash over her, as if her very essence was being drawn into the mirror¡¯s depths. The room around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the mirror and the mesmerizing blue light. The young man on the throne leaned forward, his eyes widening in ¡¯suprise¡¯. "Indeed, she also can cultivate," he replied, his voice a mixture of surprise and approval. A smile yed at the corners of his lips, transforming his face from one of austere authority to one of disarming warmth. "It seems now one more persons from the royal family are now going to the sect to be disciples. Congrattions, Maximilian." The Emperor stood there, stupefied, clearly not expecting such a turn of events. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, like a fish gasping for air. He struggled to find his voice, his eyes darting between his daughter and the mirror. "I... wait," he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty,"My lord, what do you mean by one more people?" Even though Maximilian¡¯s brother held the prestigious rank of a core disciple, he dared not show the slightest hint of disrespect. The young man on the throne leaned back, his gaze sharpening slightly as he regarded the bewildered Emperor. "It means, Maximilian, that your daughter possesses a rare gift. Like your son, Lucian, she too has the potential to be a Transcendent." Chapter 62: I Still Have Another Hole You Need To F*ck! [R18] [2.03k] As avish carriage rolled to a stop, the rhythmic tter of hooves faded into a tense hush. The bustling city gate, once alive with the sounds of merchants and travelers, was now gripped by silence. Fifty silver-armored soldiers, gleaming under the midday sun, stood as silent sentinels, their disciplined gazes unwavering. nking them were fifteen ck-armored death soldiers, their presence alone enough to send a chill through the crowd. Behind their shadowed helms, they seemed less human and more like harbingers of doom. The carriage at the heart of this fearsome procession was nothing short of a masterpiece of opulence. Deep crimson velvet curtains embroidered with intricate golden threads swayed lightly, while the powerful ck steeds that pulled it pawed at the ground impatiently. Curious onlookers pressed closer, though none dared step too near. Eyes widened in awe, but whispers soon filled the air, spreading like wildfire through the crowd. A figure in the crowd suddenly pointed toward the carriage, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the unmistakable emblem emzoned on its side. "It¡¯s the Royal Family¡¯s carriage," he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible over the growing murmurs, "Look at the crest, it¡¯s the mark of the Royal Family." The realization sent ripples through the crowd, their curiosity sharpening into intense whispers. "Could it be that Prince Lucian is returning to the capital?" a burly man asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What do you mean?" another man replied, leaning closer, his eyes fixed on the carriage. "You may not know," the first speaker continued in a low tone, "but my cousin¡¯s son is a soldier at the Dukedom of Darkhart. I heard... they found a bloodied person just days ago, barely alive." Gasps erupted from the onlookers. "And now there¡¯s a rumour that it was Prince Lucian," the man finished grimly, his words casting a shadow over the excited crowd. "What?" a shocked voice echoed from the back. The man nodded slowly, but his next words were even darker. "That¡¯s not all¡­ there¡¯s also a rumor going around that the second prince ¡ª Drake ¡ª was killed in the same attack." The weight of the news settled like a heavy cloud, the buzz of excitement now reced by dread and uncertainty. Amidst the hushed murmurs and swirling gossip, the crowd¡¯s attention shifted as another carriage approached from within the city. nked by nearly ten ck-armored guards, it moved with quiet authority, drawing nearer to the city gate where the royal procession waited. As the carriage rolled to a stop beside the already waiting carriage, all eyes turned to the door as it opened. A figure stepped out,manding the scene with her presence. She was a vision of ethereal beauty ¡ª a woman with golden locks that cascaded like a waterfall of sunlight down her back. Her eyes, luminous and deep, captivated all who gazed upon her. Her face, though mature, held the grace and wisdom of years without diminishing her timeless allure. She wore a gown spun from shimmering silk, its silver hue reflecting the soft glow of daylight like moonlight over still waters. The fabric clung to her curveceous body, entuating her every curve, before flowing down in delicate folds that danced with her movements. A daring slit ran along the side, offering glimpses of her creamy thighs with each graceful step, a subtle but undeniable disy of elegance and power. With each step, the crowd seemed to hold its breath, as though in the presence of something both beautiful and untouchable. As Princess Eloise glided toward Lucian¡¯s carriage, the crowd buzzed with heightened whispers. "I heard she¡¯s been in the city for some business," a wealthy merchant murmured, his eyes never leaving her graceful figure, "Now it seems that rumor is true." "If she¡¯s here, it must really be Prince Lucian inside that carriage," another voice spected, excitementcing their words. "How can you be so sure?" someone asked, still skeptical. "Think about it," the merchant replied, leaning closer, "Do you really believe if the Emperor or Crown Prince left the capital, we wouldn¡¯t hear about it?" "You talk like there¡¯s only four people in the royal family," another man muttered, rolling his eyes. As the murmurs swelled, the armored guards nking her moved with practiced precision, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd for potential threats. Reaching the carriage, the door swung open with a soft creak, revealing an opulent interior draped in crimson velvet and adorned with intricate gold filigree. Eloise paused briefly, her sultry eyes sweeping over the luxurious space before settling on the figure within. Without hesitation, she ascended the gilded steps and entered the carriage, the door closing behind her with a muted ¡¯thud¡¯, leaving the crowd to wonder. Before long, the carriages started to set off. ... Inside the carriage, As soon as Eloise¡¯s feet touched the plush carpet, she cast aside her royalposure. With a swift, fluid motion, she crossed the small space between them, her silk gown parting to reveal the smooth curve of her juicy thighs. She threw herself into Lucian¡¯s arms with a hunger that belied her earlier royal grace. Lucian caught her with ease, his strong arms wrapping around her slender waist. Her motherly body molded against his, soft and supple, her curves pressing into the hard muscle of his chest. Her fingers slid through his long white hair, tugging him closer as she breathed in his scent, intoxicating and irresistible. Lucian¡¯s hands traced down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric, his grip tightening around her wide hips, pulling her flush against him. Eloise shivered at the sensation, her body heating under his touch, their closeness charged with an undeniable lust. "Do you know how worried I was when I got the news?" Eloise whispered in concern, her lips brushing against his ear. His hands continued their journey, trailing down the smooth curve of her ass, the roundness of it filling his palms, her soft flesh spilling out over his fingers. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he gripped her firmly, feeling every inch of her curves. "But look, I¡¯m fine, so forgot about all that now, instead..." he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Lucian¡¯s hand slipped beneath her gown, teasing across the delicatece of her panties, her arousal slick and warm against his fingertips. "Aahh~" Eloise gasped, her wide hips bucking against him as he touched her, her breath hot on his neck. With a low growl, Lucian tore away her panties, the fabric shredding in his grip. He lifted her effortlessly, her long legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the plush mattress as it sinking beneath them as they tumbled onto it. Umhhh~ Eloise let out a muffle moan as Lucian¡¯s lips found hers, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her sweetness. slurp~ slurp~ As their tongues danced together, Eloise¡¯s hand slid down between them, her fingers stroking his hard c0ck through his pants. She felt the thickness of him, throbbing and eager, his d!ck filling her palm. With a quick flick of his wrist, Lucian¡¯s pants were gone, the cool air tickling their bare skin. Lucian pulled away from her sweet lips, his eyes zing with lust as he positioned himself between her legs, his fat mushroom head pressing against her wet c*nt. Her p*ssy was already soaked, dripping with anticipation, her body craving his touch. THURST¡ª! With a deep thrust, he drove into her f*ckhole, his c0ck sliding into her tightness, her inner walls stretching to amodate his thick red-flesh. "Aaaaahhhhhnnnn... Oh f*ck!" Eloise cried out, her back arching as he filled her hole, his c0ck throbbing inside her. puh~ thrust~ ahhh~ squelch~ nhmm~ thrust~ Lucian began to move, his hips rocking back and forth, his c0ck thrusting deep into her warmth. Her nails dug into his back, her hips rising to meet him, herrge breasts bouncing with each thrust. Lucian buried his face in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he f*cked her hard and fast, his c0ck driving into her tight c*nt again and again. Eloise¡¯s body trembled beneath him, her p*ssy tightening around his penis, her moans growing louder as he pounded into her. "Nephew... ahh... why... why does it... Ohh... feel like... Oooohhhhw... your d!ck is bigger than before?" Lucian grinned, "Maybe I¡¯ve been training my d!ck for your c*nt, Auntie." He pulled out, his c0ck glistening with her juices, the tip of it pressed against her wet crack. Eloise¡¯s body shook, her thighs quivering as he teased her, his tip just barely brushing against her clit. rub~ mphh~ rub~~ ah~ "Nooo... don¡¯t stop... Continue to f*ck your aunt¡¯s p*ssy", She grabbed his ass, pulling him back into her crack, his thick c0ck mming back into her wet c*nt. Oooohhhhw~~ Eloise¡¯s head fell back against the pillows, her eyes rolling back in her head as he f*cked her hard and fast, his balls mming into hers thighs, his c0ck filling her f*ckhole to the brim, kissing her womb. The carriage rocked with their movements, the sound of their bodies pping together echoing through the small space. p~ Squelch~ p~ sluch~ thrust~ Lucian¡¯s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he thrust deeper into her wet hole, his c0ck hitting her in just the right spot. Lucian while f*cking began to undress her, revealing her smooth skin and soft curves, her body writhing beneath him, her eyes wild with lust. He then slid his c0ck out of her c*nt and started licking her swollen p*ssy lips, his tongue flicking against her swollen clit. mmmpppphhhhhh~ Eloise¡¯s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a moan as he ate her out, his tongue slipping into her folds, tasting her sweetness. "Oh shit, that feels so good," she gasped, her body shaking as he devoured her. Lucian grinned up at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Do you want me to make you c*m, auntie?" She nodded, her lips trembling as she gazed down at him, "yes, please make me c*m, nephew." "Mouth or my..." "USE YOUR FAT D!CK!" Lucian¡¯s eyes lit up as he sat up, positioning himself on top of her. Ooohh~ Eloise moaned as he pushed his c0ck back inside her, his thick length filling her f*ckhole again and again as he pounded her hard and deep. Smack~ Smack~ puh~ "Almost there... don¡¯t stop..." Her body shuddered beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he mmed into her. "AAAaaaahhhhhh~ OHH F*CK YESsssss~~" Sqquuuuuiiirt~~~ She cried out loud, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her, her p*ssy clenching around him as she came, her juices dripping down his length. Lucian groaned, his own release building inside him as he thrust harder into her, his c0ck pulsing within her warmth. "Mouth... C*m in my mouth!" Lucian quickly pulled out, his c0ck throbbing in his hand as he moved to straddle her motherly chest. Eloise¡¯s hands reached up to stroke his length, her fingers teasing the red-tip of his dick. lick~ flick~ Continue your journey with NovelBin.C?m She opened her mouth wide, her pink tongue flicking against his head as she licked the prec*m mixed with her p*ssy juices off the head of his dick. Lucian threw back his head, his body shuddering as he erupted, his hot and thick c*m spraying across her face, soaking her lips and chin. Spurt~ Spurt~~ ammmhh~ Gulp~ Lick~ Eloise moaned softly, her tonguepping up the salty sweetness of his c*m, savoring every drop. Lucian slumped forward, his c0ck still twitching as he caught his breath. He looked down at her, his crimson eyes dark with lust, "Auntie, your c*nt is so good that I want to keep fucking you." Eloise grinned up at him, "Then let¡¯s keep going. We have all night. And I still have another hole you need to f*ck!" Eloiseughed, her eyes sparkling as she pulled him down on top of her, their sweaty bodies melting together, their lust igniting into a me... Chapter 63: Body Strengthening Realm - 3rd Layer Inside a beautifully adorned carriage, a young man with flowing white hair sat in quiet meditation, his form poised on a velvet cushion. His posture, elegant yetposed. His eyes were closed, as if lost inmunion with the mysteries of the world, while the soft, rich scent of incense swirled in the air, wrapping the space in a veil of mysticism. Beside him, a mature womany naked upon the plush seating, her supple body stretchednguidly, her head resting near hisp. She slept in tranquil silence, her breath a rhythmic whisper in the otherwise quiet enclosure. Her beautiful face calm and peaceful despite the recent rough sex. Her breath was a soft, gentle purr that filled the carriage, a stark contrast to the heavy panting that had echoed just moments before. Her round butt cheeks were flushed from the rough spanking, reddened with the imprint of his fingers, likely still smelling faintly of semen despite the distance between them. Her long golden hair was disheveled, tangled and messy with his c*m dripping out of her tight, hairy f*ckhole like warm honey running down a spoon. She seemed to be oblivious to the thick c0ck still lodged deep in her throat, her mouth working slowly and unconsciously as she slept, and it was clear she wasn¡¯t going anywhere anytime soon. The dim candlelight inside the carriage cast an eerie glow over her naked body, entuating her every curve. Yet Lucian paid her no heed, as though her presence was no more significant than the idle breeze outside. Lucian had recently reached the peak of the 2ndyer of the Body Strengthening Realm, his physical power swelling within him like a storm held just beneath the surface. This brought profound changes to his inner organs, each adapting to amodate the surge of energy coursing through him. His heart pulsed with an intensified rhythm, beating like a war drum as it pumped vital energy throughout his body. His lungs expanded, drawing in more air, filling him with life force and vitality. The efficiency of his kidneys improved, filtering toxins and enhancing his overall health, while his liver surged with newfound energy, optimizing his metabolism and vitality. Along with these transformations, the production of his milk too increased tremendously. Eloise even discovered that his c*m was more than enough to sustain her. After drinking, she actually felt an invigorating fullness that banished her hungerpletely. His physique was not only more powerful but also exuded an intense, primal lust that made it evident that mortal women might struggle to endure the sheer force of his rough thrusts. He could also sense that breaking through to the nextyer would be effortless ¡ª this time his body had fully adapted, unlike the past when he needed to wait a day for his body to stabilize the sudden increase in his strength. Yet, he refrained from advancing, knowing the process would purge the impurities from his body in a foul torrent that would defile this luxurious carriage. Despite having other carriages at his disposal, none matched the spaciousness of this one, perfect for indulging in heated, uninhibited sex with his aunt Eloise, where they could fully immerse themselves in their carnal desires without restraint. At that moment, a firm knock sounded against the carriage door. Knock! Knock! Lucian reached for the window, pushing it open just enough to allow sound to pass through while keeping the view inside hidden. The gap was slight, ensuring the soldier outside couldn¡¯t catch a glimpse of the naked beauty lying within the carriage, yet wide enough for their voices to carry. "Your Highness, we¡¯ve found a smallke nearby, as you had requested. The area has been secured, and there¡¯s nothing dangerous. You may use it." Lucian¡¯s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, "Very well, halt the carriage. I feel like taking a bath." He carefully lifted Eloise¡¯s head, moving with a deliberate grace so as not to disturb her peaceful slumber. Her golden locks spilled over the seat like liquid gold, untouched by the subtle shift. Once free, Lucian donned his princely attire, the embroidered fabric settling over his lean frame with an air of regal authority. Stepping outside, Lucian descended from the carriage, his boots hitting the ground with a soft ¡¯thud¡¯. The cool air greeted him, mingling with the scent of damp earth. The soldier, who had been waiting patiently, stood at attention, eyes lowered in deference to the prince¡¯s presence. Lucian¡¯s voice, cold andmanding, cut through the air, "My aunt is sleeping. Do not disturb her or dare open the carriage. Otherwise..." He let the unspoken threat linger, a dangerous edge in his tone. The soldier stiffened, nodding quickly,"Of... of course, Your Highness. I will ensureplete discretion." Seeing Lucian nodded in satisfaction, the soldier continued, his voice steady thoughced with respect. He dared not meet Lucian¡¯s gaze directly, "Theke is a short distance ahead. Shall I escort you, Your Highness?" Lucian¡¯s crimson eyes, cold and indifferent, flicked toward the soldier. "Lead the way," he replied, his tone smooth yetmanding, as if each word carried the weight of the royal blood that flowed within him. Without waiting for further acknowledgment, the soldier turned, guiding the Prince toward the tranquil waters that awaited beyond the trees. As they walked, the forest around them throbbed with life ¡ª the rustle of leaves, the distant call of birds, and the soft whispering of a breeze that seemed to weave through the branches like a secret. Lucian felt as if the pulse of nature was strangely resonating within him, while shadows danced yfully at their feet. The soldier led him through a narrow path illuminated by dappled sunlight breaking through the canopy above. Soon, the trees parted to reveal a pristineke, its surface shimmering like polished ss under the midday sun. Lucian paused at the water¡¯s edge, drawn in by its crystalline beauty. Theke was encircled by lush greenery, wildflowers blooming in vibrant colors along its banks, each petal glistening with morning dew. A sense of serenity settled over him as he approached. "Your Highness," the soldier said hesitantly, "Theke is indeed safe. If you need anything you can call for me." Lucian nodded, his eyes never leaving the tranquil surface of theke. Find more to read at NovelBin.C?m "You may now go," he said, his voice carrying a finality that brooked no argument. The soldier hesitated, his duty warring with the prince¡¯smand. His gaze flickered uncertainly between Lucian and the surrounding forest, as if searching for unseen threats. But when Lucian¡¯s cold, crimson eyes settled upon him, a chill ran down his spine. Without another word, he bowed deeply and retreated, his footsteps fading into the rustling leaves. Alone atst, Lucian breathed in deeply, savoring the crisp, untainted air. The smallke before him was a mirror of perfection, reflecting the azure sky and the verdant foliage that embraced its shores. Dragonflies danced over the water¡¯s surface, their iridescent wings shimmering in the sunlight. Lucian¡¯s fingers moved to the intricate fastenings of his princely attire, each movement deliberate and graceful. The embroidered fabric whispered as it fell away, revealing skin as pale and wless as polished marble. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting an ethereal glow upon his form, transforming each curve and ne of his muscture into a work of living art. His chest rippled with subtle movement as he breathed. The defined ridges of his abdomen caught the light, creating a mesmerizing intery of shadow and radiance. His arms, lean yet powerful, bore the quiet strength of a predator at rest. As thest of his garments slipped away, Lucian stood bare before the pristineke, a vision of masculine perfection. Before entering, he knelt gracefully, reaching for a hidden pocket in his discarded robes. With practiced ease, he retrieved a small, ornate pouch. Inside, nestled against velvet lining,y his remaining spirit stones ¡ª each one pulsing with Spiritual Energy. Beside them, a movement talisman gleamed, its surface etched with arcane symbols. ncing around, Lucian¡¯s crimson eyes scanned the treeline for any sign of unwanted observers. Satisfied with their solitude, Lucian took out a single spirit stone, and then approached the water¡¯s edge, his footsteps silent on the soft earth as he entered theke. Lucian stepped into theke, the spirit stone cool against his palm. The waterpped at his ankles, sending a shiver up his spine. With each measured step, theke¡¯s embrace climbed higher, caressing his calves, then his thighs. The cold water brushed against his body, a stark contrast to his warm skin. As he waded deeper, theke bed shifted beneath his feet, soft silt giving way to smooth pebbles. Tiny fish darted away from his approach, their silver scales shing in the dappled sunlight. Water lilies bobbed gently on the surface, their delicate petals unfurling to greet the day. Theke was not deep, and even as Lucian reached its center, the water only rose to his chest. Here, in the heart of this natural sanctuary, he paused. The spirit stone pulsed gently in his palm as he began to slowly began to absorb the energy. Lucian closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the spirit stone in his hand. Its energy, a subtle warmth against his skin, began to flow into him. Like tendrils of light, it seeped through his palm, coursing through his clogged passageways and suffusing his body with an intoxicating surge of power. The water around him began to ripple, tiny waves emanating from where he stood. Leaves on nearby water lilies rustled, though no wind blew. The very air seemed to thicken around him, charged with an unseen force. His muscles tensed and rxed in rhythmic waves as the energy flowed throughout his body. Chapter 64: Body Strengthening Realm - 3rd Layer (2) Under the midday sun, a thunderous boom tore through the stillness, shaking theke¡¯s calm surface as if the very heavens had shattered. The sound wave resonated across the tranquil expanse, rippling outward in perfect concentric circles, each one deeper and more forceful than thest. The once-calm waters churned violently, as though an unseen hand had stirred them into a frenzy. Bubbles burst upon the surface, froth foaming in great swathes, while thick clouds of steam hissed upward, nketing theke in an eerie, ghostly fog. In the center of this chaos stood Lucian, his form barely visible through the ethereal mist. Lucian¡¯s body pulsed with newfound power. His skin seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance. The veins beneath his skin became visible, glowing like rivers of molten gold as they carried the surge of energy throughout his body. His bones creaked and groaned, even his long white hair seemed toe alive, each strand dancing with ethereal energy. As the energy surged through Lucian¡¯s body, a dark transformation began! Thick, viscous streams of ck filth started to ooze from every pore, seeping into the once-pristine waters. The putrid substance spread like tendrils of night, tainting the crystallineke with its foulness. The stench was overwhelming, a miasma of decay and corruption that seemed to w at the very air. It was as if all the impurities of the world had been concentrated and expelled from Lucian¡¯s form, a vile baptism that defiled the natural sanctuary around him. Where the ck sludge touched, life withered. The delicate water lilies, moments ago bobbing gently on the surface, now curled and ckened. Their once-vibrant petals shriveled and fell away, disintegrating into the polluted waters. It was a smell beyond description, a horrific mnge of rotting flesh, sulfurous fumes, and something uniquely, indescribably wrong. Fish that had moments ago darted yfully now floated to the surface, their gills working frantically against the polluted water. But Lucian didn¡¯t pay them mind, he continued to absorb the Spiritual Energy from the spirit stone held in his palm, after breaking through. The stone pulsed with an otherworldly light, its energy pouring into him in an unending stream. The water around him began to swirl faster, creating a tiny vortex with Lucian at its center. Tiny motes of light danced across the surface of theke, each one a fragment of pure energy that had escaped from Lucian¡¯s body ¡ª energy that his body had failed to absorb. They shimmered with a faint, almost ghostly hue, as if mocking him with their freedom, while he sat in silence, feeling the loss of what should have been his strength. They skipped and bounced like yful spirits, leaving trails of luminescence in their wake before dissolving into the air. His body continued to change, adapting to the influx of power. His muscles became denser, more defined, yet somehow more flexible. When thest bit of filth was poured out, he had fully reached the 3rd Layer of the Body Strengthening Realm! But he didn¡¯t stop, continuing to absorb Energy as this time, the energy from the spirit stone was moving through his clogged passageways and slowly merging with his bones. The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before ¡ª a deep, resonant vibration that seemed to emanate from the very core of his being. As the energy seeped into his skeletal structure, Lucian felt a curious lightness spreading through his limbs. The sensation was not painful, but intense - a pressure building from within that threatened to burst through his skin. "So the 3rd Layer will strengthen my skeleton structure", He quietly murmured to himself. As Lucian¡¯s bones continued to absorb the Spiritual Energy, a rustling from the far shore caught his attention. Continue reading stories on NovelBin.C?m Thump¨C! Thump¨C! Through the haze of steam and mist, a massive shape emerged from the treeline. A brown bear, its fur glistening with dew and muscle rippling beneath its pelt, lumbered towards the water¡¯s edge. It stood twice as tall as an adult man, its shoulders hunched and powerful, ws glinting in the filtered sunlight. The beast¡¯s nose twitched, nostrils ring as it caught the scent of theke¡¯s foul smell. Its small, intelligent eyes darted about, searching for the source of the disturbance. Grooowl~! When theynded on Lucian, who seemed to be sitting in the center of a small swirling vortex, a low growl rumbled from deep within its chest. Seeing Lucian, the beast¡¯s mouth watered at the sight of what it saw as prey. After all, it had been hunting since morning without finding a suitable target to fill its empty stomach. The bear¡¯s massive form tensed, muscles coiling beneath its thick fur like springs ready to unleash their power. ROARRRRR¡ª With a roar that shook the very air, itunched itself into theke, its enormous paws churning the water into a froth as it barreled towards Lucian. The beast¡¯s charge sent waves rippling across the surface. Droplets of water, infused with spiritual essence, sprayed into the air, catching the light like a thousand tiny prisms. But, it was after all a mortal wild beast. As the bear drew closer, Lucian¡¯s newfound senses heightened. He could hear the creature¡¯s thunderous heartbeat, smell the musk of its fur, and feel the vibrations of its approach through the water. The world seemed to slow down, each moment stretching into eternity as his perception sharpened to a razor¡¯s edge. As the bear¡¯s massive form hurtled towards him, Lucian remained motionless, a serene smile ying at the corners of his lips. The thunderous sshing grew louder, closer, yet he did not flinch! He wanted to test the limits of his newly transformed body, to feel the raw power of nature crash against the fortress of his flesh. The bear¡¯s enormous paw, tipped with razor-sharp ws that could shred a tree trunk to splinters, swung through the air in a vicious arc. Whoosh¡ª Time seemed to slow as it approached Lucian¡¯s exposed skin. Droplets of water hung suspended in the air, each one a perfect mirror reflecting the tension of the moment. As the bear¡¯s massive paw descended upon Lucian, he made no move to defend himself. The bear¡¯s ws, each as long as a man¡¯s finger, raked across Lucian¡¯s bare chest with enough force to shatter stone. Yet, to Lucian¡¯s amazement, the impact felt no more threatening than a gentle caress! The bear¡¯s ws, which should have torn his flesh asunder, merely skidded across his skin like raindrops on polished marble. Only a faint tremor rippled through his body, but not a single drop of blood was spilled. The bear, bewildered by its failure to harm its prey, reared back on its hind legs. Its massive form towered over Lucian, casting a shadow that blotted out the sun. ROOOARR¡ª With a roar that shook the very air, it brought both paws crashing down upon Lucian¡¯s shoulders! The impact sent shockwaves through the water, creating a crater of disced liquid around them. Yet Lucian stood firm, his feet barely sinking into the softkebed. He felt the raw power behind the blow, marveling at how his body absorbed it without strain. Where once such an attack would have shattered his bones and pulverized his organs, now it felt like little more than a firm massage. Each thunderous blow sent ripples across theke¡¯s surface, yet Lucian remained unmoved, a pir of tranquility amidst the chaos. The beast¡¯s massive paws pummeled his chest and shoulders, its ws raking across his skin with enough force to fell ancient trees. Yet not a single scratch marred Lucian¡¯s flesh! The bear¡¯s attacks grew increasingly desperate, its primal fury giving way to confusion and fear. Its growls, once ferocious and confident, now held a note of uncertainty. Lucian could sense the creature¡¯s mounting frustration, could almost taste its bewilderment on the air. Foam flecked its muzzle, its breathing in ragged gasps. The creature¡¯s eyes, once filled with primal fury, now held a glimmer of confusion and growing fear. Lucian¡¯s lips curled into a smile, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of wonder and newfound confidence. As the bear¡¯s eyes widened with a newfound fear, its massive form began to retreat, paws churning the water as it backpedaled. The creature¡¯s once-fierce roars had diminished to confused whimpers, its primal instincts screaming that this prey was far more dangerous than it had first appeared. Lucian, however, remained motionless, his eyes appeared to be gleaming with an otherworldly light. A slow, predatory smile spread across his handsome face as he watched the bear¡¯s retreat. The power coursing through his veins sang a siren song of dominance and conquest. He had tasted invulnerability, and now a darker urge stirred within him. With deliberate slowness, Lucian raised his right hand. The movement sent ripples through the water, each tiny wave charged with spiritual energy. He clenched his fist, and the sound of bones cracking echoed ominously, like the snapping of dry twigs underfoot. "Leaving already?" Lucian¡¯s voice was cold, dripping with dark amusement, "You came this far... why not stay a little longer?" With a sudden surge of power, Lucian¡¯s body tensed like a coiled spring. In an instant, heunched himself from the water¡¯s surface, droplets cascading off his form in a glittering arc. The air itself seemed to part before him as he hurtled towards the retreating bear with impossible speed. Time slowed to a crawl as Lucian¡¯s fist connected with the beast¡¯s skull. The impact resonated through the clearing like a thunderp, sending shockwaves rippling across theke¡¯s surface. BOOOOM¡ª! CRACK¡ª! Bones shattered beneath his knuckles, the bear¡¯s thick hide offering no more resistance than tissue paper. The sheer force of the blow caused the bear¡¯s head to implode, copsing inward with a sickening crunch. Thud¡ª! Fragments of skull and brain matter exploded outward in a gruesome spray, painting the water¡¯s surface with a grim coat of crimson. Chapter 65: Lucian, Fill Me Up With Your Seed! [Half R18] As the bear¡¯s lifeless body sank beneath the churning waters, disappearing into the murky depths with barely a ripple. Lucian stood motionless, his fist still extended, marveling at the raw power he nowmanded. As thest bubbles rose from the bear¡¯s watery grave, Lucian¡¯s mind raced with newfound understanding. This beast, formidable by mortal standards, was nothingpared to his current strength. He realized that the bear, in its prime, had likely reached the pinnacle of what was possible for wild creatures in these mortalnds ¡ª perhaps the equivalent of the 1st Layer of the Body Strengthening Realm. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. If this apex predator, honed by nature over countless generations, could only attain such a meager level of power, how much further could he, a cultivator, push the boundaries of his potential? As the realization of his newfound power settled in, Lucian¡¯s stomach growled fiercely, a primal hunger awakening within him. The bear¡¯s death hade at an opportune moment, with its flesh now a tantalizing offering to sate his ravenous appetite. With a swift, fluid motion, Lucian plunged his hand into the murky depths, grasping the bear¡¯s massive paw. The water churned and frothed as he exerted his newfound strength, effortlessly tearing the limb from the submerged carcass. RRRIP¨C The sound of rending flesh and snapping tendons echoed across theke, a grisly symphony of power and hunger. As he lifted the severed paw from the water, rivulets of blood andke water cascaded down his arm, creating intricate patterns on his skin. Growl~ A low growl emanated from Lucian as he grasped the severed paw, still warm and twitching with the fading remnants of life. A fierce hunger surged through him, intensifying with each heartbeat. Without a moment¡¯s pause, Lucian seized the bear¡¯s paw, his fingers working deftly to peel back the thick fur. He gripped the coarse hide and tore it away in firm, deliberate motions, exposing the raw flesh beneath. Once thest of the fury discarded, he wasted no time, sinking his teeth into the exposed raw meat, savoring the rich taste of blood and sinew. Discover stories with NovelBin.C?m The taste was unlike anything he had experienced before ¡ª rich, gamey, and infused with a hint of wild energy. The flesh was tough, yet yielded to his newfound strength as he tore into it with savage abandon. Blood, still warm and pulsing with life, gushed over his tongue, coating his throat with its metallic tang. He had no means to light a fire, no torch or flint to summon the mes. Despite this, Lucian didn¡¯t bother calling for the guards to help him roast the meat. Their presence would onlyplicate matters, drawing unnecessary attention. And even if he had, what purpose would it serve? His instincts told him that revealing his strength too soon would be a grave mistake. *** As dawn breaks over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a luxurious carriage emerges from the mist-shrouded forest road. Its polished ebony wood gleams in the early morning light, intricate silver filigree adorning its sides catching the sun¡¯s rays and casting dancing patterns on the ground. The carriage, pulled by four midnight-ck steeds with manes like spun silk, moves with an otherworldly grace, barely disturbing the gravel beneath its wheels. nking the carriage are nearly 80 soldiers, their ck and silver armor a stark contrast to the lush greenery surrounding them. Each soldier moves with practiced precision, their steps perfectly in sync, creating a hypnotic rhythm that seems to resonate with the very earth beneath them. Their helmets, adorned with sweeping silver plumes, catch the breeze, creating the illusion of spectral wings unfurling behind them, as if ready to take flight at any moment. As the carriage and its escort approach the towering walls of the Celestian Empire¡¯s Royal Capital, the soldiers atop the ramparts snap to attention. Their eyes widen in recognition, hands fumbling with telescopes to confirm what they can scarcely believe. The massive gates, each panel a masterwork of ironwood and enchanted steel, groan to life. Ancient gears, hidden deep within the walls, begin to turn. Creeeak¨C! The sound echoes through the morning air, a deep rumble that seems to shake the very foundations of the earth. Slowly, inexorably, the gates part. Shafts of golden sunlight pierce the gap, illuminating motes of dust that dance in the air like tiny spirits. The opening widens, revealing the splendor of the Royal Capital beyond. The carriage glides forward, its wheels seeming to barely touch the cobblestones of the Royal Capital¡¯s main thoroughfare. Themon folk lining the streets crane their necks, whispering and pointing in awe at the procession. Children perch on their parents¡¯ shoulders, eyes wide with wonder at the sight of such opulence. If they had known it was Lucian who was in the carriage, even themon folk might have sneered or looked away, for he was but a concubine¡¯s child, forever shadowed by whispers of disgrace. Yet seeing the Royal Family¡¯s insignia emzoned upon the carriage, their expressions shifted to wary respect. ... Inside the carriage, A golden-haired mature womany on the carriage floor, her shoulder pressed against the polished wood, her slender back arched high in the air in an alluring curve that entuated her femininity. Her back arched pleasurably as the forceful movements of his hips met her deep and waiting c*nt, their flesh pping together in a wet, rhythmic symphony. Her legs were wide open, revealing her hairy c*ntpletely, while Lucian sat firmly on her creamy thighs firmly, holding her legs aloft for support. With a slight bend in his knees, he anchored himself as he thrust into her f*ckhole with relentless force, each powerful movement sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Fwap~! Fwap~! Lucian¡¯s grip on her legs was both firm and possessive, keeping her in ce as he drove into her p*ssy with a primal intensity that stirred a deep yearning within her. Ooh~~ Uumm~~ Her motherly breasts jiggled enticingly with the intensity of his thrusts, each one eliciting moans and screams that echoed in the confined space of the carriage. The wooden walls seemed to close in around them, amplifying the symphony of their passion. Her hair spilled around her shoulders like a golden cascade, shimmering in the dim light as she surrenderedpletely to the moment, every ounce of her being focused on the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. The woman was in heat and her pheromones filled the air. Lucian could feel his lust rising, his cock swelling as he plunged into her tight, wet pussy. ahhh~ Squelch~ Uuhhnn~ Her moans and grunts mixed with his rough thrusting filled the small space, heightening the intimacy of their f*ck. p~ sluch~ Fwap~ The sound of skin smacking against skin only served to amplify the already intense pleasure they both experienced. The carriage swayed gently as they moved down the road, adding an extrayer of excitement to their lustful tryst. Outside, leaves rustled in the wind and birds chirped merrily unaware of what was happening inside this darkened box on wheels. Ahh~ pah~ aahhh~ puh~ She moaned, her voice rising and falling, a symphony of pleasure. Pah~ thrust~! pah~ As Lucian thrust into her, her p*ssy clenched around his c0ck, a warm, wet vice that seemed to grip him tightly, drawing him deeper inside. He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingernails digging into her soft, creamy skin. "Aunt, your p*ssy is so tight!" Lucian groaned, thrusting into her even harder. "Mmm, yes... Oooohhhhw... yes...! F*ck me, Lucian! F*ck me hard, my little nephew! My darling boy!" Her words were like a drug, fueling his desire, driving him on. The carriage rocked and swayed, its wheels grinding against the cobblestones, its windows rattling with each thrust. Lucian could feel the climax building within him, a growing tension that seemed to coalesce in his cock. "Your p*ssy is so good! Aunt, I¡¯m going to c*m!" "Yes, yes! C*m inside me, Lucian! Fill me up with your seed! Give me your babies, my darling nephew! Let me bear your children, your beautiful, strong babies!" Spurt~ Spurt~ Her words pushed him over the edge, and with a groan, he exploded, his c0ck throbbing and pulsing as he pumped her full of his hot c*m. Sqquuuuuiiirt~~ Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~~ She moaned and screamed as she too squirted, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his c0ck, squeezing out everyst drop of his seed. As thest shuddering wave passed, Lucian copsed onto her, his chest heaving, his breath ragged. Theyy there for a moment, bathed in the glow of the morning sun, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding. It was a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, a moment of pure bliss. "Aunt, we¡¯ve already entered the Capital city." "Oh! Then let me clean your d!ck before I go!" She said with a mischievous smile. Lucian slowly stood up, took off his d!ck of her wet p*ssy and bringing his d!ck close to her mouth. slurp~ shlurp~ She licked and sucked his c0ck, cleaning it off his c*m and her own wetness. After a while, Lucian put on his clothes and sat back on the carriage¡¯s bench, while his aunt tidied herself and sat beside him. "That was an exciting f*ck, Lucian. Let¡¯s do this again next time we¡¯re alone!" She said while smiling mischievously. "I¡¯ll be sure to visit you often, auntie." "Good! I¡¯m always here for you, my darling nephew." As the carriage wound its way through the bustling streets of the Royal Capital, Lucian couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of anticipation stirring within him. ¡¯I wonder how Isabe is doing,¡¯ he mused. He had missed her dearly during this journey, and was eager to reunite with his beloved sister. Chapter 66: Ive Missed You So Much [Half R18] The carriage rolled to a stop before an beautiful and luxurious building, its ivory walls gleaming in thete morning sun. Intricate golden patterns adorned the eaves, which caught the sunlight and casting dancing shadows across the streets. "Well, my dear nephew, this is where I take my leave," Eloise said, her voice tinged with a mixture of regret and anticipation. She leaned in close, her cherry-red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softy, "Remember, my ''doors'' are always open to you." Lucian nodded, a dark smile ying at the corners of his mouth, "I''ll be sure to visit soon, Aunt. Thank you for your... hospitality." As she gracefully descended from the carriage, her silken robes rustling softly, Lucian couldn''t help but admire the way she moved ¡ª every step a delicate dance, a testament to years of courtly training. She turned, offering him onest coy smile before gliding towards the mansion''s ornate doors. As his aunt glided away, her perfume lingering in the air, Lucian watched her form recede into the grand building, along with nearly 10 death soldiers who had been protecting her. The ornate doors swung shut behind her with a soft ''thud'', leaving him alone with his thoughts. With a gentle tap on the carriage roof, Lucian signaled the driver to continue. The carriage lurched forward once more, wheels ttering against the cobblestones as it wound its way through thebyrinthine streets of the Royal Capital. Lucian looked out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling streets. The carriage slowly made its way through the bustling streets of the Royal Capital. Merchants hawked their wares from colorful stalls, their voices rising above the general din. The air was thick with the mingled aromas of spices, freshly baked bread, and the earthy scent of animals and also people. Lucian couldn''t help but wonder about the world of cultivators. If these mortal inds were so well-decorated, how much more impressive must their realm be? As the carriage continued its journey, the streets began to change. The bustling markets and crowded thoroughfares gave way to broader avenues lined with stately mansions and manicured gardens. The air grew fresher, tinged with the scent of blooming jasmine and exotic flowers from distantnds. The carriage soon approached a magnificent structure that seemed to defy mortal architecture. In stark contrast to the luxurious hotels he had grown ustomed to in his life at the Blue Star, the Pce he, as a Prince, resided in was a sight to behold. Chapter Stay: Though it paled inparison to the grandeur of the Royal Pce, it exuded an air of grandiosity that could not be ignored. As he reminisced on his past life''s exploits with those Milfs in 5-star hotels, he couldn''t help but marvel at his current surroundings. The carriage soon entered the pce grounds, passing through gates of polished gold. As soon as the carriage came to a halt within the pce grounds, a contingent of guards swiftly approached. With practiced efficiency, one of them opened the door, bowing deeply as Lucian emerged. The he stepped out onto a path of polished marble, its surface so smooth it seemed to flow like liquid beneath his feet. As Lucian stood, one of the escort guards approached. The guard''s silver armor gleamed in the sunlight, each te meticulously crafted and adorned with delicate etchings that seemed to shift and change with every movement. The guard bowed deeply, his plumed helmet nearly touching the ground. "Prince," he said, his voice carrying a mix of reverence and respect, "now that our duty to escort you has beenpleted, we must depart." Lucian nodded, his gaze sweeping over the assembled soldiers. Nearly 50 silver-armored warriors stood at attention, their discipline evident in every line of their posture. Behind them, 10 ck-armored guards loomed like living shadows, their presence exuding an aura of lethalpetence. With a gesture of acknowledgment from Lucian, the soldiers began to move. The silver-armored soldiers moved in perfect unison, their steps creating a rhythmic cadence that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. The ck-armored guards moved with an eerie silence, seeming to glide rather than walk, their movements fluid and predatory. Lucian watched them go, a small smile ying at the corners of his mouth. ... As thest of the soldiers disappeared from his view, he turned back to face his pce, he caught his personal maid running towards him. She was the first person heid his eyes on as well as the first woman he had fucked after his reincarnation. She was a buxom woman, with a figure that made men drool. She stopped in front of him, her chest heaving with exertion and excitement. "My prince," she gasped, "Princess Isabe is waiting for you!" Lucian raised an eyebrow, a mixture of anticipation and lust settling in his stomach. "Oh! Lead the way," he grinned, gesturing for her to guide him. The woman nodded, "Princess has been waiting for Your Highness for a while now." With a smile, he followed her inside, could almost guess why she hade so eagerly. Soon, they arrived at Lucian''s bedroom. Isabe was lounging on the luxurious bed, her long legs crossed and her blue eyes sparkling as theyid upon Lucian. She wore a blue gown with golden embroidery, the fabric shimmering in the sunlight. As he stepped into the room, she rose to greet him. "Lucian," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "it''s so good to see you again." As she approached, the scent of orchids filled his nose. Lucian asked his maid to leave and locked the door behind her. He turned to Isabe and couldn''t help but admire how beautiful she was. Her skin was pale and smooth, her blue hair a tumble of fiery curls that cascaded over her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes shing with both gentleness and lust. Lucian reached out, his fingers brushing against her soft cheek. Her skin was cool and silky, her breath quickening as he touched her. "Did my little naughty sister miss me?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "Yes," she moaned softly, her hands sliding over his chest, her nails digging into his shirt. As their lips met, Lucian felt a rush of heat flow through him. Smooch~~ slurp~ lick~ His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He pulled back, leaving a bridge of saliva, his eyes burning with lust. "Take off your clothes," he growled, his voice thick with need. With a sultry smile, Isabe slowly began to undress. She unsped her gown, letting it fall to the floor in a shimmering pool of blue silk. She was wearing a white bra and panties underneath, which only entuated her beautiful curves, which she soon removed, leaving herpletely naked. As she stood before him, Lucian couldn''t help but marvel at the perfection of her body. Her breasts were full and perky, rising proudly like mountain peaks with no sagging at all. Each movement caused them to jiggle softly, creating a scene that Lucian couldn''t ignore. Pink nipples with big ares! She reached out, her hands sliding over his chest. "I''ve missed you so much," she breathed, inhaling his scent, her voice a whisper against his ear. "Did you miss me or my c*ck?" he teased, his hand slipping between her creamy legs, his fingers rubbing her p*ssy. Nhmm~ She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "Both," she moaned, her breath hot against his neck, as she leaned into him for support. Lucian couldn''t wait any longer. He pulled down his pants, his blood-red c0ck springing free. He spun Isabe around, bending her over the bed. As he rubbed his dick against her c*nt, she gasped in pleasure. She was already dripping wet, and Lucian smeared her juices over his c0ck, sliding against the soft flesh of her p*ssy, enjoying the warmth. "Please, I can''t wait any longer" she begged, "f*ck me!" Lucian didn''t need to be told twice. THRUST¨C! With a groan of pleasure, he pushed inside her, his c0ck sinking deep within her wet f*ckhole. sluch~! Aaah~ sluch~! aaahh~ Each time Lucian pounded Isabe, she moaned, her body arching back as he f*cked her hole. As he pumped into her c*nt, his fingers tangled in her blue hair. As he thrust deep into her p*ssy, he gripped her blue hair hard, pulling her head back to expose her neck. She bucked against him, her body trembling as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her crack. SLAP~ oahhh~ CLAP~ Lucian raised his other hand and delivered a hard spank to her ass, the sound echoing in the room and leaving fiery red marks on her pale-white skin. The pain only ignited a rush of heat through her, intensifying her arousal. Lucian couldn''t hold back any longer. He pulled out, flipping her onto her back. He climbed on top of her, his c0ck sliding between her juicy thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close as he pushed back inside her. Pah~ ohh~ puh~ mhhm~ Lucian''s thrusts were deep and powerful, his c0ck driving into her p*ssy again and again. As they moved together, their bodies slippery with sweat, Lucian felt his climax building. "Sister, I''m c*minggg..." "C*m... inside my p*ssy... fill your sister''s c*nt..." He began to thrust hard, his fat red c0ck pulsing as he exploded inside her, painting her inner walls white. Spurt~ Spurt~ Isabe shuddered beneath him, her body tensing as she too came, spraying her juices on Lucian. "OHHH FUUUCK..." Sqquuuuuiiirt~ Lucian copsed on top of her, his heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath, feeling Isabe''s p*ssy tightly squeezing outst drop of his milk. Chapter 67: Julius Isnt My Blood Brother Laying on the bed, Lucian was gently brushing Isabe''s silky blue hair as shey naked next to him, her head on his chest. The soft strands flowed like water through his fingers, catching thete afternoon sunlight that filtered through the ornate windows. Each strand seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. Isabe''s breath came in soft, contented sighs, her body warm against his. The curve of her hip, visible beneath the thin silk sheet, rose and fell with each breath. Her skin, pale as moonlight, bore a faint sheen of perspiration. As Lucian''s fingers continued gently, Isabe suddenly looked up. "Lucian?" Isabe murmured softly, her azure eyes gazing up at him with a mixture of contentment and curiosity. "Hmm... What is it? Do you want more?" He said with a teasing smile, his hand under the silk cupping her soft boobs. His fingers tracedzy circles around her nipple, feeling it stiffen under his touch. Flick~~ Aahh~! Isabe shivered at his caress, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She pressed herself closer to him, her skin warm and silky against his. "No, it''s not that," she whispered, her breath hot against his chest, "It was about what happened in your absence." Lucian''s hand stilled, his expression growing more serious, "Oh! What about it? What had happened?" Isabe propped herself up on one elbow, her blue hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. Thete afternoon sunlight caught the strands of her hair, making them shimmer with an almost ethereal light. "Three days ago, two young men about your age hade to the Empire. Only father, Julius and I know of their visit. It was as if Father didn''t want anyone else to find out about them. They... one of them used some kind of weird mirror to check..." Isabe''s voice trailed off, her brow furrowing as she recalled the strange event. Lucian''s hand resumed its gentle caress, encouraging her to continue. The silk sheets rustled softly as he shifted, his crimson eyes fixed intently on Isabe''s face. "When he held it up," Isabe said, her voice filled with wonder, "It was as if I could see myself, but... different. There was this... glow about me in the mirror, like something hidden. It was my first time seeing something so magical." Lucian listened intently, his fingers absently tracing patterns on Isabe''s bare skin. She paused, her gaze distant as if reliving the moment, "They said I have cultivation talent and that I could be like them, beyond mortal people, and maybe even live for centuries." Isabe''s eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "Although I didn''t know what cultivation is, whether what they said was true or not, but when they said that you''ll alsoe with me, I agreed to join their... What was that... huh yes... Azure Sword sect." Lucian''s eyebrows raised, his interest piqued. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Isabe''s face, encouraging her to borate. "They also said this ce is nothing but a small ind," she added, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Our Empire is already so vast, and I haven''t even set foot in the other Empires," she murmured, shaking her head in amazement, "Yet they say it''s nothingpared to what''s out there... can you believe that?" With each word, her excitement seemed to spill over, like a river breaking its banks. ''It appeared that the Azure Sword sect was the second group present in this ind. Seems like they already guessed who killed those guys! So were they looking to recruit me? But why did they suddenly take an interest in Isabe? Am I overthinking this or is there some hidden motive behind their actions?'', Lucian silently mused on these thoughts. "Lucian, what do you think? Do you want to go?" Isabe asked, her eyes shining with excitement and a hint of uncertainty. "How do you know if they were telling the truth?" Lucian asked, his hands gently kneading Isabe''s soft asscheek. The silky smoothness of her skin contrasted with the firm roundness beneath his fingers. Isabe shivered at his touch, pressing herself closer to him. "I... I didn''t believe it either at first," she admitted, her breath warm against his chest. "But when they left, father told me they weren''t lying," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "He even said that his elder brother is a disciple of the Azure Sword sect. So uncle will surely take care of us." Lucian''s eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward, his voice calm but full of curiosity. "Uncle? Didn''t he kill all his siblings? And a disciple of the Azure Sword sect at that?" He paused, his gaze probing for any sign of deceit. Isabe blinked, "I... I''m not sure. He didn''t tell me anything more." "Did he say what''s his status within the sect?" She shook her head, eyes lowering, "No... But father said that if we''re in trouble, he would send someone from the sect to help us." Lucian''s gaze grew sharper, a glint of something darker flickering in his crimson eyes, "How interesting." She suddenly frowned, "But you don''t look surprised? Did you already know?!" Lucian let out a mock sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Know? N-no, not a clue. It''s just..." He gestured to his face with a wry smile, "This face of mine... it''s tragically bad at expressing shock. Inside, I''m practically gasping with excitement. Trust me!" Her expression suddenly shifted, a hint of mischief lighting up her eyes, "I guess... also to encourage me further into joining them, he said he would break off my engagement." Isabe''s fingers danced yfully around Lucian''s nipples teasingly. Isabe only knew Lucian, just like herself, had the innate talent for cultivation, but didn''t know Lucian had already killed such people. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his face. "Now we''ll be together," she murmured, her voice sultry, "You can f*ck your sister''s p*ssy whenever you want." With a sly smile, she pressed her naked body against him, her warmth enveloping him like a cocoon. ''Well, before leaving I was about to kill that little prince anyway, but now that the engagement is off...'' Lucian couldn''t help but think, as his hands responded by slowly rubbing Isabe''s swollen clit. Flick~ Ohh~ rub~ Aahh~ Isabe gasped, her breath hitching as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a soft moan slipped from her lips, "What about Julius?" Lucian suddenly asked, his mind racing with possibilities. If those Azure Sword sect disciples could have guessed that he was the one who had killed thoss Body Strengthening Realm cultivators. Surely, they must be aware of Julius joining the Crimson Sky sect, right? Isabe fell silent for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. Lucian, sensing her hesitation, gently pinched her already hardened clit, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. "Ah... Julius," she gasped, arching her back slightly at his touch, "That f*cker... he isn''t here anymore. He seemed to have fled from the Empire." "Father even sent people to find him, but it''s like he vanished into thin air." Lucian''s fingers continued their teasing, tracingzy circles around her wet hole as he processed this information. He was already preparing to deal with Julius. After all, it was Julius who had orchestrated the assassination attempt, sending those Body Strengthening Realm cultivators to kill him. If it hadn''t been for Lucian''s exceptional physique, he might very well have be a lifeless corpse by now, a pawn in someone else''s game. With now Drake''s death, only Julius remained. But now, the situation seemed increasinglyplex. He was almost certain that Julius had fled to the safety of the Crimson Sky sect, probably seeking refuge among their ranks. The thought ignited a simmering anger within Lucian, a desire to drag Julius from the shadows and make him pay. Chapter Continue: "Wait, unlike me, isn''t Julius your blood brother?" he asked, his toneced with intrigue, "Why do you speak about him with such disdain? You sound almost disgusted." Isabe leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as if afraid someone might overhear their conversation. "Julius isn''t my blood brother," she replied, her eyes shing with disgust,"My mother only has me; he isn''t the Empress''s son." "WHAT?" Lucian eximed, surprise breaking through his usualposure. "Hehe... I identally overheard my mother saying this one day," Isabe said, a mischievous spark lighting her eyes. "I don''t why but she didn''t want to have another child with the Emperor, so father chose Julius instead, who was only a concubine''s child. He has the same hair and eye color as father, after all. Everyone will think the Julius is the Empress''s son. He also killed that woman to hide the truth and proimed Julius as his and mother''s second child, making him the Crown Prince. Of course Julius is unaware of the truth; I only happened to overhear mother discussing it." Chapter 68: What Did You Call Me!? In the Celestian Empire, there were many pces with the Royal Pce being the most conspicuous, standing majestically at the very center of the capital city. Among these pces, there was a magnificent one, situated directly to the right of the Imperial Pce. Though not as grand, its exquisite architecture gleamed under the sun, while its intricately carved stonework shimmered under the moon. This resplendent Pce, known as the Pce of the Empress, though not asrge as the Royal Pce, still upied a vast expanse ofnd, its boundaries marked by towering walls. Within the walls, a breathtaking garden blossomed, its beauty rivaling even the finest silk paintings. At the heart of this verdant paradisey an artificialke, its surface a mirror of shimmering ss, reflecting the azure sky above. Red carps, their scales gleaming like rubies, glided gracefully through the crystalline waters. asionally, they would breach the surface with yful sshes, sending ripples across the tranquil water surface and scattering droplets that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. Delicate lotus blossoms floated serenely on the water''s edge, their pink and white petals unfurling like the dreams of sleeping maidens. Elegant willows dipped their slender branches into theke. These elegant creatures, their scales gleaming like polished rubies, darted beneath lily pads and glided between the slender stems of lotus flowers. At this moment, a stunning mature woman with blue hair and deep blue eyes, sat under an ancient oak tree by thekeside, her azure dress hugging her curveceous figure and fluttering softly in the gentle breeze, as if in harmony with the serene surroundings. Her presence seemed to enhance the ethereal beauty of the garden, as if she were its living heart. The dress she wore shimmered like the surface of theke itself, its fabric catching the light and refracting it in mesmerizing patterns. Her hair, the color of a clear summer sky, cascaded down her back in gentle waves, adorned with delicate silver pins that glinted like stars. In her hands, she cradled an exquisite guqin, its polished wood gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the oak''s branches. With graceful fingers, she plucked the silk strings, coaxing forth a melody that seemed to weave itself into the very fabric of the garden. The notes drifted across theke, ethereal and haunting. They resonated with the gentlepping of water against the shore and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, creating a symphony that seemed to transcend the mortal realm. As she yed, the carps in theke began to move in intricate patterns, as if dancing to her sweet tune. The Empress''s fingers danced across the strings, her eyes half-closed in rapture as she lost herself in the melody. The air around her seemed to shimmer, infused with the magic of her music. As the final notes of her song faded into the air, leaving behind a lingering resonance, she opened her eyes. The Empress''s gaze, as deep and mysterious as theke before her, settled on a figure approaching from the winding garden path. "What is it?" she asked softly, her voice like honey, rich and smooth, carrying on the gentle breeze. Her personal maid, a woman in herte 50s with silver streaks in her dark hair and the bearing of one who had served her for decades, bowed deeply before replying respectfully, "Forgive my intrusion, Your Majesty, but Prince Lucian has asked to meet you." The Empress''s delicate brows furrowed slightly, her azure eyes taking on a distant look as she fell into deep contemtion. She absently stroked the smooth wood of her guqin, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings as her mind wandered. The memory of the recent assassination attempt on Lucian''s life raced through her mind, as did the information Isabe shared with her about the world of cultivation. She initially felt a strange fascination when Isabe told her about the ce where immortals supposedly roamed freely, capable of flight like birds and living for centuries, a ce seemingly filled with wonder. She didn''t believe her at first, thinking Maximilian was merely using this as an excuse to ''talk'' to her. However, when he came to discuss Isabe''s impending departure in a few days, she noticed his unusually serious he was and finally understood the gravity of the situation. But her years of experience as Empress soon made her realise the harsh truths lurking beneath such beauty. She understood that this unknown world would likely be far more dangerous than the mortal realm, where the strong dictated the lives of the weak. And the attraction of Isabe''s extraordinary beauty. a gift in one sense, could easily transform into a curse in a world where power ruled above all else, making her an easy target for those who sought to exploit or possess her. So she couldn''t help but think about how her daughter would soon leave her, and she would only have Lucian by her side in that unfamiliar ce. The Empress''s fingers stilled on the guqin, her azure eyes softening with a mixture of concern and resignation. She too wanted to meet Lucian to ask to look after her, her heart heavy with the weight of a mother''s love and worry. The desire to protect her only daughter, Isabe, burned fiercely within her heart, yet she knew the futility of such wishes in the face of destiny. "Very well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Tell Prince Lucian, I shall receive him here, by theke." As her maid bowed and retreated, the Empress turned her gaze back to the shimmering waters. The red carp continued their graceful dance, oblivious to the turmoil in her heart. Soon, her maid returned, guiding a young man towards the Empress. He wore a resplendent red princely attire adorned with intricate golden embroidery that caught the sunlight, creating an aura of ethereal radiance around him. Even the Empress, who had seen countless handsome men in her life, had to admit that Lucian was perhaps the most striking young man she had everid eyes upon. His features were chiseled perfection, as if sculpted by the gods themselves. High cheekbones framed eyes that shimmered like pools of liquid amber, their depths holding both wisdom beyond his years and a hint of arrogance. His hair, the color of white cloud, was tied back in an elegant knot, a few stray strands framing his face in a way that seemed both careless and deliberate. Soon, her maid brought a young man wearing resplendent attire to thekeside. The maid departed silently after guiding Lucian to the Empress, leaving them alone by the tranquilkeside. The Empress turned to Lucian, her azure eyes softening as she gazed upon him. A gentle smile graced her lips, unlike the reserved expression Lucian had seen in the dining hall that day before he had gone to the Dukedom. Her voice, melodious as the guqin she had just yed, carried on the breeze. "Come, Lucian, sit here beside me," she said, patting the grass next to her. "Yes, mother," Lucian approached with measured steps, fluid and graceful movements, and a small smile on his lips. The dappled sunlight filtering through the oak''s branches yed across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the depth of his crimson eyes. As he lowered himself onto the grass beside her, the Empress''s eyes widened, herposure momentarily slipping. "W-wait, what did you call me!?" She asked, her voice a mix of surprise andplexity. Lucian''s crimson eyes met hers, a flicker of ''vulnerability'' passing through them. "Mother," he repeated softly, "Am I not allowed to call you that?" The Empress''s fingers trembled slightly on the strings of her guqin, producing a faint, discordant note that seemed to hang in the air between them. "It''s not that..." She began, her voice trailing off as she searched for words, "But you never called me... in all these years..." A gentle breeze rustled through the willow leaves, carrying with it the sweet scent of lotus blossoms, the red carps in theke paused in their dance. Lucian''s face ''softened'', with a ''vulnerability'' flickering across his features. His crimson eyes now held a ''depth of emotion'' that made him appear younger, more fragile. "Mother, you must know about the assassination I''ve recently faced, right?" His voice wavered slightly, a tremor of ''fear and sadness'' coloring his words. Seeing her nod, Lucian continued, his voice ''trembling'' slightly, "I was nearly killed by them... at that moment, I realized there are many things I''ve never experienced, as well as many emotions I''ve never felt. And one of them is... m-motherly love." The Empress''s eyes softened ¡ª shimmering with a mix of surprise, and tenderness. Chapter Discover: She lowered her gaze, her slender fingers releasing the guqin to reach out and take hold of Lucian''s hand. The Empress''s delicate fingers intertwined with Lucian''s, her touch as gentle as a butterfly''s wing. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence broken only by the softpping of water against the shore and the whisper of wind through the willow leaves. Chapter 69: A Mothers Love As a reincarnated person shouldn''t he have some kind of cheat? That was the question original Lucian had when he awoke as Prince Lucian, but even after trying several tricks he didn''t receive any response could only reluctantly put away these thoughts aside, but when he saw the Empress for the first time he had this strange feeling like he must to conquer her, and it would change his fate. However, circumstances didn''t allow him to do what he wanted at that time. But it was different now, with Isabe now leaving the Empire to an unfamiliar ce, it gave Lucian the perfect opportunity to get close to the Empress. *** Few hours before, Lying on the bed, Lucian turned to Isabe, "Wouldn''t you miss your mother?" Isabe looked down, her expression heavy with sadness, "Of course I would. But she refused toe with me." "Do you want my help?" he offered, his tone "sincere". She narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping in, "Are you genuinely willing to help me, or have you also set your eyes on my mother after you''ve had your fill of me?" Lucian smirked, the corner of his lips curling upward. He replied straightforwardly, "Wouldn''t it be better to have both of you as my women?" Isabe fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "Tell me," he pressed, as he abruptly enter Isabe''s c*nt. Chapter Enjoy: THRUUUUST¡ª! Aaaaahhhhhnnnn¡ª! Not having any juices to lubricate her hole, Lucian''s sudden pration make her p*ssy feel like burning as Lucian hot d!ck began to rub her dry inner walls. "Tell me, does she have any weakness?" Squelch~ thrust~ Squelch~ thrust~ "She... ahh... has..." ... In the Empress''s Pce, The ancient oak tree stood sentinel over the scene, its gnarled branches reaching out like protective arms. Its green leaves, swayed gently in the breeze, casting dancing shadows on the ground below. asionally, a leaf would break free, spiraling down in azy dance beforeing to rest on the tranquil surface of theke. The artificialke itself seemed alive, its crystal-clear waters moving in gentle ripples that caught the sunlight, creating a dazzling disy of liquid diamonds. The red carps, their scales gleaming like polished rubies, darted beneath the surface, their movements causing small waves top against the shore with a soft, rhythmic sound. Beneath the oak''s protective canopy sat the Empress, her ethereal beauty untouched by the passage of time, her azure gown pooling around her like a tranquilgoon. Her blue hair, adorned with delicate silver pins, cascaded down her back in gentle waves, catching the sunlight that filtered through the oak''s leaves, while deep blue eyes gazed tenderly upon Lucian. In a graceful way, she reached out her other hand, enveloping Lucian''s hand in both of hers. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, like the roots of the ancient oak that anchored them to this moment. Their clothes swayed gently in the breeze, the fine fabrics rustling softly. Lucian marveled at the softness of the Empress''s hands, their touch as delicate as the finest silk, the warmth spread through him at her tender gesture, making his d!ck hard. His eyes wandered over her face, taking in every bit of her beauty. To Lucian, the Empress was the most stunning woman he''did eyes on. Her waist was narrow, her boobs were so big that her gown couldn''t fully contain them, and her lips the color of fresh cherries. The smell she carried was strong, even richer than Isabe''s. She was a perfect example of a Milf. And as he''d been talking to her all this time, Lucian noticed something strange about her ¡ª her tongue was split right down the middle, almost like she had two tongues instead of one! Lucian couldn''t stop his mind from wandering, wondering how her soft hands would feel wrapped around his dick, or what it might be like if she took his d!ck in her mouth, and used that "special tongue" to lick his c*ck. The thought sent a shiver through him, stirring his lust, but he controlled himself, keeping hisposure as he yed along with his "innocent act". Up till now, only a handful had seen Lucian''s true self. Among the royal family, it was just Isabe and his personal maid who knew how "rough" he could get! He''d also wanted to show Julius too, but that f*cker had already run off. As the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of lotus blossoms, enveloping them in nature''s tender embrace, Lucian spoke,"Mother..." , his voice barely above a whisper, "c-can I hug you?" His hands, still wrapped around hers, savored the softness of her skin, careful to hide any hint of his true intentions. The Empress''s heart swelled with emotion, her maternal instincts awakening fully for the first time towards Lucian. She nodded, her blue hair swayed with the movement. Lucian suddenly leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the Empress''s curvaceous figure. "Ahh¨C" The sudden movement startled her, causing her to inhale sharply. Her voluptuous body pressed against his, herrge breasts soft yet firm against his toned muscles. The Empress froze for a moment, taken aback by the sudden hug ¡ª he pulled her into his arms so abruptly that it caught her off guard. His fingers syed across her back, feeling the silken texture of her azure gown and the warmth of her skin beneath. The Empress hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around Lucian, returning his embrace. Her touch was gentle, motherly, as she stroked his back soothingly. The warmth of their bodies mingled, as they held each other, the world seemed to fade away. The softpping of water against the shore, the rustling of leaves in the breeze, even the asional ssh of the yful carp ¨C all merged into a distant, dreamlike backdrop. Lucian''s lips brushed against her neck as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. The intoxicating scent of orchids surrounded him, igniting a hunger within. He felt his d!ck be fully hard, urging him to f*ck her right then and there, but he restrained himself, choosing instead to linger in the moment and continue his naive act. His hands, almost of their own ord, began to move across her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the silken fabric of her gown. Lucian''s lips brushed past her ear as he softly asked, "Mother... you know that I''ll be leaving in a few days, right?" "Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt Lucian''s hands roaming her back, but attributed the sensation to his need forfort and reassurance. The Empress''s heart ached at the thought of Isabe''s impending departure. She tightened her embrace, her fingers gentlybed through his silky white hair. Lucian''s voice was barely above a whisper as he asked, "So would you mind if I stay with you for the next few days? I want to feel... a mother''s love." The Empress''s breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with a mixture of tenderness and concern. She gazed down at Lucian, still nestled in her arms, his white hair gleaming in the sunlight. His request, so earnest and vulnerable, touched something deep within her. For a moment, she was silent, contemting. The gentlepping of theke against the shore seemed to echo her thoughts, a rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of her heart. The willow branches swayed gently, their leaves seemed to be whispering. She thought of the recent assassination attempt, of how close this young man had almost died who now sought her motherlyfort. In her mind''s Lucian was nothing but a "naive child". In that case, She murmured, her voice as soft as the petals of the lotus flowers that adorned theke, "Of course you may stay." Lucian suddenly broke free from the arms, his movement swift yet graceful. Before the Empress could react, he nted a soft kiss on her cheek, his lips warm against her white skin. "Thank you, mother," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. The Empress gasped softly, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden disy of affection. She turned to look at Lucian, and what she saw made her heart melt. His face was alight with joy, his crimson eyes sparkling with "childlike wonder". It was as if he had just received his first toy, his expression a mixture of excitement and gratitude. The sunlight filtering through the oak leaves danced across his features, highlighting the curve of his cheek and the gentle slope of his nose. His white hair, usually so perfectly arranged, was slightly tousled from their previous embrace, giving him an childish look. Looking at how "carefree and naive" Lucian appeared, the Empress couldn''t help but secretlyment that he seemed even more "innocent" than her own daughter. His crimson eyes sparkled with "childlike wonder", his face alight with pure joy at the simple act of maternal affection. Chapter 70: Why Is It So Big? [Mild R18] The night had already fallen, draping the Empress''s pce in a veil of darkness pierced only by the ethereal glow of the full moon. The full moon hung low, bright and round, casting its pale light over the pce grounds like a quiet watchful eye in the empty sky. No stars dotted the heavens; it was just that one light in a sea of dark, giving the night an odd, tense feeling, as if the whole world was holding its breath for what mighte next. Moonlight spilled over the Empress''s pce, turning its grand shape into something that seemed to glow. The pce itself stood out, almost like the only star in this empty sky, shining as if it wanted to match the moon''s own light. Inside, room after room stretched out in all directions, like a maze of luxury, with each room more decorated out than thest, lying quiet and untouched in the darkness. In a rich, and elegant room, Lucian was "sleeping" on a luxurious bed covered in soft blue sheets. He wore only a pair of underwear, and the moonlight slipping in from the open window traced over his face and lean muscles, showing off his sharp, handsome features in the quiet night. Heavy silk drapes surrounded the bed, making it so that if they were fully drawn, nothing inside would be visible,pletely shutting out the world entirely. The bed was clearly made for a woman, withce-edged pillows piled up andyers of soft, pastel nkets covering it. Indeed, Lucian had fallen "asleep" in the Empress''s private bedroom, his white hair spreading across the bed like a nket of snow, shimmering in the soft moonlight. The room was elegantly decorated, with a wide mirror positioned on the right side of the bed, allowing anyone lying there to catch a clear view of themselves. Flowers sat in a vase by the window, and when the night breeze slipped in under the moonlight, their petals seemed to dance in a gentle rhythm, casting soft shadows across the room. At this moment, the Empress stood at the edge of the bed, her gaze soft as she sighed, looking at Lucian''s handsome face under the moon''s quiet light. They had spent the day together, and over dinner, Lucian had asked if he could sleep in her room tonight. She''d hesitated at first, reminded that, though he sometimes seemed innocent, Lucian was still a young man in his early twenties. She nearly refused, but a thought held her back ¡ª what if because of her rejection Lucian refused to help Isabe? As for the rumours she''d heard about him, she''d dismissed them as mere gossip, unworthy of her concern. Right now, she was wearing her ck night dress, and the moonlight traced over her body, highlighting her curves and her elegant features. Her milky white skin stood in stark contrast to the dark fabric of her dress. The dress was tight and hugged her body in all the right ces, showing off her cleavage and herrge, plump breasts. The dress was short and stopped right above her knees, exposing her creamy thighs and giving her a sexy look. Herrge breasts swelled out from her chest, and her hips were thick and curvy, entuating her femininity. Her long nipples were almost visible through the fabric, and as the slightly cold air of the night came through the window, they began to harden. She wore no bra or panties underneath, so her nipples and p*ssy were fully exposed to the cool air, making her shiver with each breeze. She had a sexy figure, with a round, plump ass that jiggled whenever she walked, and wide hips that made her look irresistibly voluptuous. Her blue hair fell in waves down her back, and her eyes sparkled with a light that made her look even more beautiful in the pale moonlight. "Sigh!" With a soft sigh, she entered the bathroom that was at the side of the bedroom, and turned on the warm water in the bathtub. The water gushed out, filling the tub slowly, and she took off her nightgown, revealing her plump, full breasts with their dark pink nipples. Her wide hips were clearly visible as she bent over to check the temperature of the water, and her huge asscheeks swayed enticingly. Her p*ssy had no hair around it, as she kept herself neatly trimmed with herbia and clitoris visible, and the lips of her p*ssy were puffy and pink, begging to be touched. Her assh*le was small, had some hair around it, and when she bent over it opened slightly, showing a tiny bit of her an*s. Chapter Stay: She soon stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water, and closed her eyes in bliss as the heat began to rx her muscles. As she sat back, her motherly breasts bobbed in the water, floating just above the surface, and her nipples hardened slightly from the stimtion. She leaned back, resting her head on a folded towel. The water washed over her body, warming her skin and rxing her muscles, and thoughts of the day''s events flooded her mind. A particr memory stood out ¡ª Lucian''s bright smile that never seemed to leave his face. Creak~ Suddenly, the creaking of the bathroom door startled her, and she quickly sat up, frantically covering her naked body with her arms. To her surprise, it was Lucian who had entered! Gasping in shock, she couldn''t help but ask, "Lucian! Son... What on earth are you doing!?" "I apologize, mother," he replied "sheepishly", "but I really needed to... pee." As the Empress''s voice echoed through the bathroom, Lucian replied in "embarrassment". "I''m sorry," he repeated, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, "I didn''t think anyone would be in here." The Empress sighed and leaned back against the edge of the tub, her ample chest rising and falling slowly as she took in deep breaths to calm herself. The sight of his thick c0ck tenting against the fabric of his boxers was burned into her memory, twisting her stomach into knots of desire she hadn''t felt in years. "It''s alright," she finally replied, trying to sound nonchnt, "I should have locked the door." "Don''t mind me, go on... do your thing..." the Empress replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to avert her gaze, but found it impossible to look away. Lucian nodded, a hint of a smile ying at the corners of his mouth. He took out his d!ck, the impressive thickness unfurling before her eyes. With deliberate slowness, he angled himself so that the Empress had an unobstructed view! PSSSSSHHHHH..... The sound of his hot stream hitting the floor echoed throughout the tiled bathroom. The Empress''s eyes widened as she watched, unable to tear her gaze away. ''Why is it so big?'' she couldn''t help but think to herself. Lucian''s c0ck was truly impressive ¡ª thick and long, with a slight upward curve. It was deeply red in colour, almost the color of blood, with prominent veins visible along its length. As his stream continued, his c0ck twitched and pulsed rhythmically, like a beating heart. Without realizing it, the Empress''s hand drifted down between her legs. Her fingers unconsciously tracedzy circles around her clit as she stared, mesmerized by the sight before her. Lucian''s d!ck was easily as thick as a child''s wrist, so substantial she wasn''t sure she could wrap her hand around it fully. Steam rose from the warm bathwater, creating a dreamlike haze in the moonlit room. As Lucian continued, his keen senses picked up on the Empress''s subtle movements. The gentlepping of water against porcin, almost imperceptible beneath the sound of his own stream, caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the slight ripples spreading across the bath''s surface, originating from where the Empress''s hand disappeared beneath the water. The moonlight streaming through the window cast ethereal shadows across the bathroom, dancing on the surface of the water and highlighting the beautiful curves of the Empress''s body. Steam curled upwards in delicate tendrils, creating a misty veil that added to the dreamlike atmosphere. Yet, he maintained an air of obliviousness, his face a mask of innocence as he finished relieving himself. Thest few drops fell, creating tiny ripples in the toilet bowl. The room fell silent, save for the soft, rhythmic sounds of water moving against the Empress''s skin. Lucian didn''t move away directly. Instead, he turned to face the Empress fully, his fat red-c0ck still on full disy. In the moonlight streaming through the bathroom window, it glistened, a bead of moisture clinging to his f*cktool. Lucian turned to the Empress, his thickness still proudly on disy. In the moonlight, it glistened wetly, a single bead of moisture clinging to the thick mushroom tip. Her face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or something else, it was hard to tell. "Mother... D-do you have a towel so that I can c-clean myself?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Chapter 71: I Can Help You With That [R18] Night was silent except for the sounds of various insects adding a beautiful symphony to the darkness. Crickets chirped away from their spots in the tall grass, while cicadas filled the air with a steady buzz from up in the trees. A soft breeze drifted through, stirring the leaves and carrying the sweet scent of flowers that only bloom at night. The silvery light of a full moon entered through the curtain of the window, casting an ethereal glow across the tiled bathroom floor. At this moment, the Empress silently sat in the bathtub, her breasts drifting in the warm water, her dark pink nipples pointed upward as she looked at Lucian standing before her, his d!ck exposed just above his lowered underwear. Her breath caught in her throat as her blue eyes darted between Lucian''s face and his long penis, still gripped loosely in his hand. The moonlight yed across his toned body, highlighting the defined muscles of his abdomen and chest. Chapter Explore: "I... yes, of course," she managed to stammer out. "Here, take this," she said quietly, giving him the soft towel that had been under her head, her usual calm nowpletely gone. With a weak nod, Lucian moved towards the towel, but suddenly ¡ª"thud" ¡ª with a thud sound he "identally" slipped and fell to the ground, releasing a growl of pain. His body twisted as he fell,nding him on his back with his legs syed out towards the bathtub. The Empress gasped, instinctively rising slightly from the water in concern. "Lucian! Are you alright?" she eximed, forgetting for a moment her state of undress. Lucian groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in apparent pain. "I... I think so," he muttered, slowly opening his eyes. As his eyes focused, he found himself looking directly at the Empress, her breasts now exposed above the waterline, glistening with droplets that caught the moonlight like tiny diamonds. "Lucian! Are you alright?" she eximed, forgetting for a moment she was fully naked. The Empress''s maternal instincts overrode her momentary hesitation. She rose from the bath, water cascading down her motherly body, and she stepped carefully onto the tiled floor. Droplets pooled at her feet as she moved towards Lucian, her wet footprints glistening in the moonlight. "Wait, let me help you," she said softly, reaching down to grab Lucian''s arm ¡ª as she leaned down, herrge breasts also dangled like ripe grapes from a tree ready to be eaten. Only now did he fully see just how huge her tits were! So ample that even with his long c0ck, Lucian felt his whole d!ck could be hidden between them. As she leaned forward, her damp hair fell in a curtain around her beautiful face, filling the air with the delicate scent orchids. Lucian groaned again as he grabbed her hand and started to rise, his muscr body tensing with the effort. The Empress wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, supporting his weight as he "struggled" to his feet. In their awkward maneuvering, her hand brushed against something warm and hard. The Empress suddenly gasped as her fingers lightly brushed against Lucian''s rigid c0ck. A spark of electricity seemed to ignite in her body at that fleeting touch. Her eyes widened in surprise as she nced at his face, but he appeared focused and pained, trying to push himself up. He seemed oblivious to her idental touches. Relief washed over her, mingled with a confusing mix of disappointment and shame. ''It''s so hard,'' she thought, her mind racing. Wait! What am I thinking? He is my son now... But she could still feel the firmness of Lucian''s dick against her fingertips as she tightened her grip on his lean shoulder, supporting his slow steps. The warmth of her bare, milky-white skin brushing against his ignited something within her ¡ª one she didn''t want to acknowledge . After all, it had been years since she''dst felt such desire. And now seeing Lucian''s fat c0ck, her c*nt began to wet ¡ª juices sliding through her creamy thighs. With agonizing slowness, they made their way across the moonlit bathroom. Rivulets of water traced glistening paths down the Empress''s naked figure, pooling on the tile floor with each careful step. Lucian leaned heavily against her, his breathing in ragged gasps that sent shivers across her damp skin. They entered the adjoining bedroom, where silky curtains billowed softly in the night breeze. Moonbeams danced across silk sheets as the Empress guided Lucian to perch on the edge of the massive four-poster bed. He sank into the plush mattress with a groan. The Empress knelt before him, droplets of water still clinging to her flushed skin. Her hands moved with tender concern over Lucian''s leg, fingers probing gently for any sign of injury. "Are you alright, my son?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with worry, "Where does it hurt?" Lucian''s breath hitched as her delicate touch ghosted over his calf and up to his thigh. "I... I think I just twisted my ankle," he managed, his voice strained. "That''s terrible! In that case, let me take care of you," the Empress murmured in concern, rising gracefully to her feet. Stray beads of water trickled down the curves of her body, leaving glistening trails in their wake. She stepped back and retrieved a small bottle from a nearby shelf. She uncorked it and poured a sweet-smelling oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it. As she did so, her bare and plump breasts rose and fell with each breath, drawing Lucian''s gaze to her nipples, which had grown hard and peaked. He licked his lips unconsciously, ''Just a little more push, and I can finally f*ck that c*nt! Seeing how tiny her assh*le is, she sure is an an*l virgin. Soon, I''m going to take both of these mother''s and daughter''s an*l virginities at the same time!'' Lucian couldn''t help but wonder if the Cultivation World had any cloning techniques, so that he could f*ck two holes at the same time, enjoying double pleasure, and even doing double pration at the same time! After all, f*cking a mother-daughter pair was one thing, but having his c0ck buried and thrusting two holes at the same time, feeling two different kinds of pleasures, was entirely different. Thinking these thoughts his c0ck twitching again as the Empress knelt before him once more. She spread her knees wide, exposing the delicate pink folds of her c*nt to his gaze. Lucian''s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his breathing growing a bit faster and more shallow. The Empress pressed her slick hands against his leg, massaging the tight muscles of his calf. Her hands moved methodically up Lucian''s muscr calf, her fingers kneaded the firm flesh, working their way up to his knee. As she did so, her body shifted, pressing her watermelons against his thigh and dragging them across his skin unknowingly. Sometimes a soft moan would escape her lips as the silky oil coated her nipples, making them slippery and hard. Lucian couldn''t help but notice how her breathing had grown heavier, her cheeks flushed with arousal. He immediately wanted to pull and pinch those nipples, but he held back, waiting for the perfect opportunity. She moved up his leg, her delicate hands gripping his thighs and pushing them apart. The Empress''s fingers slid further and further, grazing against the base of his rock-hard c0ck. With a sharp intake of breath, she jerked her hands away, her cheeks ming. "I''m so sorry," she gasped, mortified. She started to stand, but Lucian''s hand darted out and gripped her wrist, holding her in ce. "It''s okay Mother, you can touch me wherever you want..." he growled, his eyes dark and hooded. The Empress trembled, her mouth suddenly dry. She stared at his face, searching for answers, "My son, I... I don''t..." "Mother," Lucian repeated, his voice a bit husky, "When I fell, my... also hit the floor, and now it''s hurting a bit. Could you also..." Lucian''s face "reddened" and his words trailed off. The Empress''s heart leapt in her chest, and she struggled to find her voice. "Of... of course, my son," she whispered, her hands trembling, "I can... help you with that. How can I see you in pain?" Lucian''s grip loosened on her wrist, and the Empress took a deep breath. Well, he''s just a child. And it''s must be hurting a lot... She slowly leaned forward, her gaze never leaving Lucian''s handsome face. As she did so, the full weight of her motherly breasts fell against his thigh, their smooth, silky skin pressed firmly against his legs. She could feel her nipples stiffen against his firm muscle, and a wave of heat washed over her. Without further ado, her oily hands grope Lucian base slowly, her thumbs moving up and down his long, veiny penis. Squelch~! Squelch~! Rubbingggg~~ Sluch~! Finally, she could feel just how hard his d!ck truly was; her hands couldn''t fully wrap around it, unable toplete a circle. His c0ck twitched in her grip, its thick, mushroom-shaped head throbbing with each rub, releasing transparent pre-c*m. Chapter 72: Do You Want Me To Massage Them Like You Did To My P... [R18] The moon struggled to cast its light across the dark night, pushing back the shadows, yet whenever dark clouds drifted over, darkness reimed the earth again. Fireflies danced between the trees, their bioluminescent shes like fairy lights strung through the branches, creating a mesmerizing light show as if joining the moon in its effort to illuminate the dark night. The scent of earth and night-blooming flowers hung heavy in the air. As the clouds moved, revealing the moon once more, its silvery moonbeams once again pierced the canopy, illuminating the luxurious room. In the room, Lucian sat at the edge of the bed, both legs spread apart, as the Empress knelt between his legs, her bare skin illuminated by the gentle moonlight filtering through the window. His oil-covered c0ck glistened in the silvery light, each vein and ridge entuated by the sheen. His long penis was being held by the Empress who was still kneeling in front of him, her soft hands moving up and down his dick with a steady rhythm. Her milky white hands were coated with the fragrant oil, her delicate fingers caressing his c0ck as she worked. The Empress''s full breasts swayed enticingly, her hard nipples brushing against Lucian''s thighs as she moved. With each stroke, she could feel Lucian''s c0ck growing even harder, its already red head reddening more and pulsing with blood. The Empress couldn''t help but notice how his breathing grew more ragged, his gaze fixed on her tits as they swayed with her movements. "Are you feeling better, my son?" she asked softly, her eyes never leaving his face. Lucian nodded weakly, unable to speak. Lucian''s muscr thighs tensed as he gripped the edge of the bed. His feet were nted firmly on the cool tile floor, toes curling with each expert stroke of the Empress''s hands. The Empress''s delicate fingers worked in tandem, creating a mesmerizing scene. Her left hand moved in a clockwise circr motion, while her right hand twisted counterclockwise. Simultaneously, both hands glided up and down his fat dick in a fluid, rhythmic motion. Thebination of movements sent waves of pleasure coursing through Lucian''s body. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as the Empress''s nimble fingers explored every ridge and vein of his throbbing penis. Oil glistened on her hands, making each stroke smooth and frictionless. Thebined scents of fragrant oil and arousal filled in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. With each stroke of the Empress''s skilled hands, Lucian''s pleasure intensified. His hips began to twitch involuntarily, pushing his throbbing member further into her soft grasp. Kneeling before him, the Empress felt an unfamiliar heat building within her c*nt. Her inner thighs grew wet with lust as she rubbed Lucian''s thick third-leg. No... how can I take advantage of my son? Am I pervert? Lusting over my son''s dick?! Is this the reason why I didn''t give birth to a son? She shifted slightly, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to quell the growing lust. But the movement only served to heighten her arousal. The delicate folds of her p*ssy throbbed, begging to be f*cked. Juices began to trickle down her thighs, leaving glistening trails on her smooth skin. Seeing Lucian''s gaze was on her breasts, she asked, her voice now sultry, "Lucian, son... Why are you looking here?" "Mother, I..." Lucian''s voice trailed off, his eyes still fixated on the Empress''s swaying breasts. "What is it..." she prompted gently, her hands slowing their movements on his throbbing f*cktool. All she needed now was an excuse to break through the hesitation that was still holding her back. Now, she had a feeling that Lucian was about to offer her the perfect excuse. "I''ve heard mothers feed their sons," Lucian finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper, his face flushing with "emberesmment", "I... I''ve never experienced that." The Empress''s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She knew she should stop this, end it here and now! But the ache between her thighs had grown unbearable, clouding her judgment. I don''t care anymore! "Oh, my sweet boy," she murmured, her voice thick with lust, "Would you like to experience that now? Mama can only make you feel, but no milk would being." Without waiting for a response, she rose gracefully to her feet, her hands never leaving her hold on Lucian''s c0ck. She positioned herself between his legs, her motherly breasts now level with his face. When their bodies touch, her bodily warmth radiated off her skin, also causing him to feel just how soft she was and how smooth her skin felt. Lucian''s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He noticed that the size of her breasts were quiterge, and it seemed to defy gravity. The heavy weight of her tits caused them to sag slightly, but in a way that looked beautiful and sexy. He also admired her dark pink nipples, which were long, perky and erect, probably due to her arousal. But what caught Lucian''s attention the most were her ares. They wererge and dark, with small bumps scattered around. Lucian was mesmerized by the sight before him, and he couldn''t help but think that they looked like a pair of perfect pillows that he couldy his head on. Droplets of water still clung to the tips of her nipples, catching the moonlight and making them shimmer. He wondered if he should make a move to touch them, but before he could act, the Empress was already leaning forward, and cupped her full breasts, lifting them towards Lucian''s face. "Here, my son," she whispered sultrily, guiding one breast to his eager mouth, "Let mama feed you." She gently guided Lucian''s head to her breast, gasping softly as his lips closed around her sensitive and hard nipple. The warmth of his mouth sent shivers down her spine. sluuuurp~~ slurp~ slurp~ Mphh~ Lucian suckled greedily, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple, teasing them with his teeth. She moaned softly, her hands in his hair. The Empress cradled his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her breasts were full and heavy, aching with a need for release. She pressed her breast against his mouth, urging him to take more as her soft, full breast transformed from a rounded softness into an egg shape. "Don''t stop son," she whispered, her voice thick with lust, "Oh, Lucian..." She was lost in the sensations, her body tensing and rxing with each stroke of his tongue. Her nipples were wet and hard, slick with his saliva. He suddenly cupped her other breast in his hand, massaging it gently. "Mother, why are you crying? Are your breasts hurting? Do you want me to massage them like you did to my p-penis?!" Lucian said in an "innocent" voice, like a child trying tofort his mother. "Yes... yes son... Touch them, massage and pinch my nipples hard... make mama feel good." She pleaded. Her breasts were sorge that Lucian needed two hands to cup each one. "Do you want me to squeeze your breasts, mother?" Lucian asked, with a face that suggested he was unsure what she wanted. "Yes my sweet baby, squeeze your mother''s boobs hard and pull on my nipples, please." She begged. Nodding in understanding, he pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled on them hard, twisting them slightly. Aahh~ ohh~ She moaned out loud, her back arching off. Her moans turned him on even more, his penis growing harder and harder. As Lucian''s lips and tongue worked their magic on her sensitive nipple, the Empress felt his hard d!ck pressing insistently against her soft belly. The heat of his c0ck seemed to burn through her skin, igniting a primal need deep within her c*nt. With trembling fingers, she reached down between their bodies. Her hand found his throbbing c0ck, still slick with oil. Gently, she guided it lower, positioning it between her creamy thighs. Mmphh~ The Empress bit back a moan as she felt Lucian''s thick cock nestled against her wet c*nt. The swollen head of Lucian''s thickness slipped between her thighs, nestling against her slick folds. The Empress shuddered at the contact, her wide hips instinctively rocking forward. She began to move her hips, slowly at first, letting his d!ck glide along her slick folds. Squelch~ Squelch~ Thebination of their natural lubrication and the remaining oil allowed his d!ck to slide effortlessly between her juicy thighs; the soft sounds of their bodies rubbing together echoed in the room. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Lucian''s eyes fluttered open, his lips releasing the Empress''s nipple with a soft "pop". He gazed up at her, his expression a mix of "innocent and curiosity". The Empress''s cheeks flushed crimson as she realized the shameful position they were in. "Mother... d-don''t stop," Lucian said softly, his voice husky with arousal, "Rubbing between your legs makes my pain go away. It also feels... really good." Lucian''s hands, which had been gripping and kneading her breasts, now moved to the Empress''s slim waist. His strong fingers dug into her soft flesh, guiding her movements as she rubbed herself against his hard c0ck. Chapter 73: Does This Please You, Mother? [R18] The dim candlelight swayed as the night breeze invaded the luxurious room, casting flickering shadows across Lucian and the Empress''s entwined bodies. The cool air caressed their skin, causing goosebumps to rise along the Empress''s arms and back. She shivered, pressing herself closer to Lucian''s warm body. Lucian''s one hand wrapped around her slim waist, feeling the smoothness of her milky white skin as she rocked back and forth. squelch~ squelch~ His fingers traced the gentle curve of her wide hips, marveling at the silky texture. With each movement, he could feel the subtle flexing of her muscles beneath his palm. His other hand remained on her chubby breast, kneading the soft flesh and asionally pinching her hardened pink nipple, flicking them up and down with his fingertip roughly. squeeze~ flick~ The contrast between her supple breast and rigid nipples sent jolts of pleasure through her body as Lucian yed with them as he wished. Lucian''s thighs were spread wide, allowing the Empress to nestlefortably between them. Her own creamy thighs were pressed together, creating a warm, slick channel for his manhood to glide through. The tight pressure of her plump thighs,bined with her wet c*nt asionally brushing against his c0ck, drove him wild with lust. As she slowly rocked against him, Lucian''s d!ck slid back and forth between her thighs. Squelch~ Squelch~ With his foreskin sliding back and forth, revealing his sensitive ns, he felt her warm, soft thighs enveloping them, and each movement she made, sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through him. As Lucian''s thick penis sliding between her thighs, she could feel the ridged mushroom head asionally catching on her swollen clit, sending sparks of taboo pleasure coursing through her body. "Does my thighs make you feel good, son?" She asked, her voice low and husky with lust. Lucian nodded fervently, his breathing in short gasps. "Yes, Mama... it feels... amazing," He managed to choke out, "I want to do this everyday!" The Empress smiled, a mixture of maternal pride and carnal lust dancing in her blue eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Lucian''s, their heavy lust-filled breaths mingling in the small space between them. As their faces drew closer, their noses brushed against each other. The Empress''s warm breath passed over Lucian''s lips, sending a shiver down his spine. In that moment, Lucian''s control "slipped". His lips pressed against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. The instant their lips met, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them. Lucian''s eyes widened in "shock", and he quickly pulled back, his cheeks flushing crimson. "I''m sor..." he quickly said, his voice trembling with a mixture of shame and desire. But before he could finish his apology, the Empress leaned forward, capturing his lips once more. Her plump red lips pressed against Lucian''s, the kiss was gentle at first with the Empress''s lips sucking Lucian''s lower lip while Lucian "clumsily" sucked her upper lip. Suckingggg~~ Lickinggggg~~ Her lips were soft, and in their sucking, saliva spilled between their mouths, creating a wet, slick sensation. As she pulled back, her eyes were clouded with lust. "Mother... is this how a mother supposed to kiss her son? It... feels so good," Lucian said with an innocent face, but if one were to look from a different angle, they would see how his dick was now rocking, slowly taking the initiative. Hearing Lucian, the Empress''s gaze softened, a mixture of maternal affection and carnal desire swirling in her eyes. "Oh, my sweet boy," she replied, her voice low and husky, "Indeed, there are so many ways a mother can show her love, and a kiss isn''t just for show. It''s to express love. Let me teach you how to properly kiss your mother." She said softly, cupping Lucian''s face gently. She leaned in once more, this time parting her lips slightly. As her tongue darted out, Lucian couldn''t help but notice the slit in the middle, making it appear as if she had two tongues. It was strange and unusual, but not altogether unpleasant. He parted his own lips slightly, letting his mother''s tongue slide against his own. It was unlike any kiss he had ever experienced before. Her tongue was soft and wet, and he could taste the sweet hint of honey on her lips. Slurp~ slurping~ She pulled back slightly, her lips still glistening with their spit. "Did you like that, dear?" She asked teasingly. Lucian nodded, unable to find the words to answer. She smiled and leaned back in, sliding her unique tongue into Lucian''s mouth again. This time, he could truly feel the difference in her tongue. The small slit in the middle allowed her to slip his tongue between hers'', almost as if he was f*cking her mouth. "Mom," he whispered, "This feels so good." "I know, my sweet boy, mama also feels good," she replied, her voice low and husky, "But there''s so much more we can do to explore our love. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Lucian did as his mother asked, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. She leaned in once more, this time letting her wet tongue slide along his. Her tongue was warm and wet, and he felt as if two tongues were caressing his own simultaneously, while his own tongue was being sucked and teased. "Oh, my sweet boy," She whispered, her voice low and husky, "You are such a natural at kissing." She leaned back in, this time letting her tongue slip into his mouth. As their lips met again, the Empress gently coaxed Lucian''s mouth open with her tongue. She traced the soft curve of his lower lip, tasting the sweetness of his breath. Lucian hesitantly parted his lips, allowing her easy ess. After a few minutes, they broke their kiss with a thick bridge of saliva connecting their lips, both of them breathing heavily, their hips movements pausing. Lucian''s eyes were zed with lust, and her chest heaving as she caught his breath. "Mother, your mouth felt so good. Your tongue is so different than mine," he whispered, his voice husky, "For a moment, my pain was gone, but now... it''s back again, though better than before." His eyes flickered down to where their bodies were joined, then back up to meet her eyes, "So I was thinking if you could directly..." He trailed off, a flush creeping up his neck. The Empress raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. "If I could directly what, my sweet boy?" She pressed, her fingers tracingzy patterns on his hair. Lucian swallowed hard, gathering his courage, "If you could directly¡­ kiss me there¡­ my pain may truly be gone..." Hearing Lucian''s words, the Empress felt her lust surge to new heights. The constant friction of his thick cock against her sensitive folds had brought her to the edge of madness. She could feel her juices coating her inner thighs, mingling with the oil that still clung to Lucian''s dick. Her wet cave throbbed with an intense, almost painful need. She now wanted nothing more than to impale her c*nt on her son''s monster c0ck, to feel him stretching her inner walls and filling her wombpletely. The taboo nature of their sex only served to heighten her arousal. Yet, despite her burning desire, a small part of her hesitated. This was her "son", after all. Crossing this final line would forever change their rtionship. There would be no going back once that threshold was breached. But now thatst barrier had been broken, she asked, her voice extremely sultry, filled with lust, "You want me to kiss your penis, son?" Lucian nodded, "But I also want to make you feel good." The Empress''s eyebrows rose, "And how do you n to do that?" Lucian didn''t waste any time talking; he too didn''t want to wait any longer. His innocent act had been going on for long enough. In one swift motion, he gripped the Empress''s hips and flipped their current positions. The Empress gasped, surprised by his sudden show of strength and dominance. Before she could ask, she saw Lucian lying on the bed, his hand reaching for her. With rough pull, he helped position her above him. The Empress''s breath caught as she realized his intent. Lucian''s strong hands gripped her creamy thighs, forcing her ass down until she was straddling his face. Her legs spread wide, revealing her glistening c*nt. The Empress trembled slightly, both from the cool air on her exposed skin and the embarrassing position she was in. His hot breath passed over her sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. The Empress''s breath hitched as Lucian''s hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her down more forcefully. Her eyes widened as she felt his tongue dart out, teasing along her p*ssy lips. "Lucian!" she gasped, her hands falling onto his chest for support, "Son, what are you¨C" lick~ shlurp~ Oooohhhhw~ Her words were cut off by a moan as his tongue delved deeper, licking her c*nt with fervent hunger. The Empress''s head fell back, her long hair cascading down her bare back as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Does this please you, mother?" Lucian''s voice was muffled. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her voluptuous ass firmly in ce. Chapter 74: 6 9 [R18] At the right side of the luxurious bed, a mirror was ced to let the person lying on the bed see their reflection. The mirror was positioned in a wide,ndscape orientation, allowing anyone lying on the bed to see their full reflection effortlessly, from head to toe. At this moment, as the Empress sat on Lucian''s face, looking at the mirror, she could see herself clearly. Her plump buttocks were spread apart, revealing her dripping wet p*ssy and her pink an*s. Her breasts were heavy and full, and her dark pink nipples were standing erect. Lucian''s hands were gripping her juicy thighs, but they could not conceal her fat buttocks. She could see every inch of her body, from her milky white skin to her dripping c*nt. She couldn''t believe she got this wet having her son eat her out. In the mirror, she could see Lucian''s thick c*ck twitching, precum dripping from its red tip. She had never seen such a monstrous c*ck before. She knew that if it went inside her crack, she would be split in two. Yet she could not resist. She wanted to feel every inch of Lucian''s c0ck inside her wet cave, to have him stretch her c*nt to its limits. Down below, she felt Lucian''s tongue slip between her folds, teasing and licking her swollen clit. Sluuurp~ Slurp~ nhmm~ lick~ A shiver ran through her body as his hot breath tickled her sensitive flesh. She could feel his tonguepping at her juices, and as he pulled back slightly, she caught sight of his face, glistening with her juices. Lucian smiled mischievously, his crimson eyes sparkling with lust. "You taste delicious, Mom," He said, his voice low and husky, "I want to feel your tongue on my c*ck too. Please." Hearing him, the Empress trembled with desire, her mind clouded now fully with lust. She could barely process Lucian''s words, let alone his sudden shift in demeanor. Her body burned with lust, overriding any lingering doubts or questions. "Yes, my darling boy," She replied, her voice thick with arousal, "Mama will make your pain go away... make you feel good..." She then shifted her position, turning to face his rigid d!ck while keeping her dripping c*nt hovering above his face. As she lowered her head, she marveled at the sight before her. Lucian''s c0ck stood proud and erect, its thick body glistening with a mixture of oil and his own prec*m. The bulbous head was an angry red, pulsing with each beat of his heart. She wrapped one hand around the base, her fingers barely meeting as she encircled his girth. With her other hand, she gently cupped his heavy balls, feeling their weight and warmth. She began to softly massage them, eliciting a low, muffle groan from Lucian. Leaning in, she let her breath cover his sensitive flesh, causing his c0ck to twitch in anticipation. The Empress slowly parted her red lips, her unique tongue darting out to taste his tool. The slit in the middle of her tongue allowed her to caress both sides of his c0ck simultaneously, creating an otherworldly sensation. Gulp~ Slurping~ suck~ lickkk~ Lucian gasped as he felt what seemed like two separate tongues gliding along his boner. She started at the base, dragging her split tongue slowly up his d!ck, savoring the taste of his foreskin mixed with the lingering oil. When she reached the tip, she swirled her tongue around the swollen head, her saliva mixing with his prec*m. Ohhhh~ The dual sensation of her of her licking sent intense pleasure through his body. Unlike Isabe, the Empress had better tongue skills. Or, perhaps the forbidden naturally tasted more sweet. In any case, ''Milfs are the best...'' ... In the dim room, muffled moans echoed as mother and son pleasured each other with their mouths. Mmppphhh~! Slurp~ Squelch~! The Empress''s unique tongue danced along Lucian''s c0ck, her split tongue creating sensations he had never experienced before. lick~ sluch~! Meanwhile, Lucian''s own tongue explored his mother''s dripping c*nt with eager curiosity. Lucian marveled at the smooth, hairless skin of her mound. Her outer lips were plump and glistening with of juices and his saliva, framing her inner folds like delicate petals. He ran his tongue along the length of her slit, savoring the taste of her juices. Her clit peeked out from its hood, swollen and begging for attention. He circled the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a shudder from the Empress. Her thighs quivered on either side of his head as he continue licked her cheating p*ssy. Thinking about how he would soon be f*cking his father''s wife, his c0ck grew more rigid again. Meanwhile, the Empress focused on Lucian''s throbbing d!ck. Her split tongue created a dual sensation as she licked along his shaft, asionally dipping to tease his heavy balls. When she took him into her mouth, the forked tip of her tongue swirled around his sensitive head while the rest massaged his c0ck''s body. The Empress sucked him with the force of a vacuum, eagerly gulping down every inch he had to offer. But it wasn''t enough. She couldn''t fit himpletely in her mouth. The Empress needed more. She gripped his hips tightly and pushed forward, forcing her throat open to take in more of his massive d!ck. Lucian groaned in pleasure as the Empress swallowed his whole cock, his thighs tightening around her head as he thrust up into her eager mouth. The Empress''s head bobbed up and down. Gag~ gukh~ Guuugh~~ She gagged and choked on his shaft, the sound of her slurping and his muffled moans echoing in the room. With every inch he slid into her mouth, the Empress''s throat stretched to amodate his massive size. She fought back tears as she struggled to engulf his d!ckpletely, but she refused to give up. The Empress sucked him hard and deep, her spit dripping from his balls onto the bed below. Lucian gasped as he felt the tip of his d!ck press against the back of her throat. Lucian moaned loudly, his c0ck pulsing as she swallowed him whole. The Empress could feel his prec*m leaking into her stomach, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Ohhh Mama," Lucian groaned, his voice muffled against her p*ssy lips, "Your mouth feels incredible. Don''t stop..." She hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of ecstasy through his body. "Mother," Lucian gasped between licks, "I can''t... I''m going to..." The Empress pulled back slightly, her voice husky with desire, "It''s alright, my darling. Let it all out. I want to taste you." She redoubled her efforts, her unique tongue swirling around his swollen head while her hand pumped his shaft. Lucian''s fingers dug into her thighs as he felt his release approaching. "Mama, I''m cummmingggg!" He cried, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her mouth. Spurt~~ Spurt~~ With a loud groan, Lucian came, his thick and hit seeds shooting deep into her throat. Gukh~ Gulp~ Slurp~ Gulp~~ The Empress drank it greedily, savoring the sweet and salty taste of his c*m. "So delicious!" She sucked and licked his sensitive c0ck, milking everyst drop until none left. Lucian also doubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around her cl*t and his fingers plunging deep into her wetness. lick~ ahh~ slurp~ umhh~ sluch~! The Empress moaned and gasped, her orgasm building faster than she could handle. "Lucian!" She cried, her thighs shaking violently, "I''m about to¨C" Sqquuuuuiiirt~~ Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~! The Empress screamed as she came, her p*ssy squirting against his face. Lucianpped up her juices, savoring the sweet nectar that flowed from her c*nt. As they both came down from their orgasms, they looked at each other with lust-filled eyes. "Hah! hah! Th-that was incredible, Mama," Lucian said, panting heavily. The Empress smiled seductively. "It was, my darling. But we''re not finished yet... right? Mama needs more of your c0ck." She leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and beckoning him forward. Lucian crawled towards her, his thick red d!ck hard and ready for more. The Empress reached out and grabbed his c*ck, pulling him towards her and positioning him between her legs. "Here, son... if you put your penis into mama''s cave, you''ll feel so good." "Really?!" "Of course dear," She got a hold of his dick, and began to rub it against her wet p*ssy lips. Rubbing~~ Lucian moaned at the sensation, his c*ck throbbing against her c*nt. She whispered seductively, "Here, put your penis in mama''s tight cave." Lucian did as he was told, guiding his d!ck towards her opening. Thrust¨C! Oooohhhhw~~ The Empress gasped as Lucian entered her f*ckhole, his thick d!ck stretching her inner walls as he pushed inside. "Ohh Yes, darling... F*CK...," she moaned, her hands gripping his back tightly, "You''re filling mama''s c*nt with your big, thick d!ck." Chapter 75: Dont Stop, My Darling... F*ck Mama Hard [R18] [1.9k] Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, shadows stretching over the two bodies as they moved together. The Empress was lying on her back, her creamy legs open wide revealing the pink folds of her p*ssy to her son. Lucian was hovering above her, his blood-red c0ck was already half way into her c*nt, but his fat dick was so thick it made Empress cry out with pain as it slowly filled her womb. Thrust~ ohh~ "So big... Ahhh...You''re so big, son!" Empress moaned as Lucian''s dick plunged into her dripping snatch. "My mother has such a tight p*ssy," Lucian said in husky voice, as he slowly began to f*ck her, his dick sliding in and out of her hairless c*nt, her sweet juices making it easy for him to slip in and out. p~ puh~ ohh~ pah~ Squelch~ Lucian started to pump faster and faster, his c0ck filling her pink p*ssy sopletely she could barely breathe. The room was filled with the sound of flesh pping flesh and the scent of their sex filled the air. Aaahhhh~ smack~ ah~ mphh~ The Empress cried out, her body rocking back and forth as she felt Lucian''s massive dick pounding in and out of her dripping c*nt. She was on fire with intense pleasure, her f*ckhole so full she couldn''t think straight. She started to rub her swollen clit, intensifying the pleasure, moaning as she felt the waves of pleasure building in her body. Lucian kept f*cking her harder and harder, his c0ck pounding in and out of her soaking p*ssy as she writhed beneath him. Ooooohhhh~~ He reached down and pinched her hard nipples, and the Empress cried out with pleasure. The Empress''s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she urged him deeper. Thrust~ Thrust~ Squelch~ "Oh, Lucian," She moaned, her voice thick with pleasure, "Your c0ck feels so good inside mama''s p*ssy. Don''t stop, my darling boy. It''s streching me so wide. Ahh~" p~ p~ p~ The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. The Empress arched her back, pressing her full breasts against Lucian''s chest as he continued to thrust into her. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, rubbed against his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his massive c0ck as it stretched her inner walls. "Deeper, my love," She panted, her breath hot against his ear, "Fill mamapletely with your big, hard d!ck." "Mom, your p*ssy walls are full of wrinkles... ohh... it feels so good everytime you squeeze..." Lucian groaned, his hips snapping forward with increased vigor. He buried his face against her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he pounded into her slit. The wet sounds of their f*cking filled the air, mingling with their moans and gasps of forbidden pleasure. Squelch~ Squelch~ p~ She felt him grow bigger inside her, stretching her hole further than she thought possible. Her walls gripped him tightly as he picked up speed, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire being. Her head rolled back, exposing her long neck to him as he bit gently in ecstasy. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked on the tender skin, adding anotheryer of pleasure to their forbidden act. "Lucian, my darling," The Empress gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, "Let mama ride you now. I want to feel every inch of your thick penis inside me." Lucian nodded eagerly, his crimson eyes dark with lust. He rolled onto his back, his fat shaft still buried deep within her birthhole. The Empress slowly straddled him, her creamy thighs quivering as she adjusted to the new position. "Oh, my sweet boy," she said, beginning to rock her wide hips, "You fill mama''s naughty hole so perfectly." Thrust~ pound~ Thrust~ puh~ She braced her hands on his chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin as she moved. Lucian''s hands found her voluptuous hips, guiding her movements as she rode her son''s penis with increasing fervor. p~ p~ Squelch~ As the Empress rolled her hips, grinding down on Lucian''s thick boner, her motherly breasts bounced enticingly with each movement, drawing his gaze. "Do you like what you see, my darling?" She asked, cupping her plump breasts and offering them to him, "These are all for you. Come and suck them." Lucian leaned up, capturing a nipple between his lips, kneading and squeezing her other breast with his hand. He sucked and licked eagerly, savoring the taste of her soft skin. "Mmm, yes," The Empress moaned, cradling his head, "Suckle mama''s breasts while I ride your big, hard c0ck." She increased her pace, bouncing up and down on his c0ck. The wet sounds of their f*cking filled the air, mixed with their moans of pleasure. p~ puh~ pah~ Lucian groaned as he felt his release approaching, his body tightening as he began to roughly thrust into her crack, "M-mom, I''m about to c*m!" "Lucian, my darling," the Empress gasped, her walls clenching around him, "Me too son... Mama is also about to c*m! Let''se together! Fill mama''s womb with your hot c*m!" Lucian grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushed into her one final time. Spurt~ Spurt~ He erupted, his c0ck pulsing as he released his load deep within her weing walls. Sqquuuuuiiirtt~~ "Yeesssss... ohhhhhh... f*cking yes..." The Empress cried out, her orgasm washing over her inrge waves as she felt him filling her insidepletely. She clung to him, her hands tightly wrapped around his back, her body trembling as Lucian began to thrust slowly as his mother squeezed thest drop of milk out of him, and they rode out the intense sensations together. As they finally came down from their climax, the Empress pressed her forehead against Lucian''s, her breath hot against his lips. "That was incredible," She murmured, her voice hoarse with lust, "You''re such a good boy, my darling." slurp~~ shlurp~ She kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of his lips. Lucian returned the kiss eagerly, his tongue tangling with hers as they explored each other''s mouths. When they finally broke apart, the Empress smiled at him, her eyes glittering with mischief and lust. "Are you ready for more, my son?" She asked, lightly trailing a finger across his face, "Mama''s hungry for more of your delicious c0ck." "Mama, I want to f*ck your from behind. Can you get on your knees?" Lucian asked and Empress quickly obeyed, getting onto her knees and pushing her ass towards her son''s face. "Mom, now use your hands to spread your asscheeks wide open so that I can see your pretty little hole," Lucianmanded, and saw how his mother eagerly followed his everymands. He smirked at her as his mother pushed her ass up and used her hands to spread her asscheeks as widely as possible. Empress''s swollen p*ssy was pink and moist, and dripping wet with his thick milk. "Give it to me, my darling," She gasped, arching her back in anticipation, "Mama wants to feel every inch of your hardness inside her tight p*ssy." Lucian didn''t need any more encouragement. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Lucian took his massive c0ck in his hand and ced it at the entrance of her wet p*ssy and slowly pushed it inside. Thrust~ thrust~ Gulp~ Squelch~ He pushed into her wetness, his c0ck stretching her inner walls as he buried himself to the limit "Ohhh... my sweet boy," She moaned, her voice thick with pleasure,"Your c0ck feels so good inside me. Don''t stop, my darling. F*ck mama hard." Empress arched her back and screamed in pleasure, feeling her son''s massive dick deep inside her, thrusting in and out of her soaked p*ssy. Lucian groaned in response, his hips snapping forward as he began to thrust into her with increasing vigor. The sound of flesh pping flesh filled the air, mingling with their moans and gasps of pleasure. The Empress pushed back against him, her hips rolling in time with his movements. She could feel him pushing deeper with every thrust, his fatness pulsing within her walls. Her moans were like music to his ears as he pumped in and out of her with an increasing pace, gripping her chubby ass and giving her a little p every now and then. p~ nhhm~ Smack~ ahh~ spank~ She was in pure ecstasy, moaning with pleasure, as her son pounded her from behind and gave her ass a firm p. Everytime he pounded her, her tight assh*le was clenching and unclenching. Squeeze~ Squeeze~ Lucian''s eyes were glued to her round buttocks, which were bouncing and jiggling with every thrust. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, leaving red marks on her milky white skin. p~ p~ His balls were pping against her thighs, sending vibrations through her skin. He leaned down, pressing his body against her back as he continued to f*ck her. With a mischievous grin, he put his two fingers in his mouth to lube it up, and then abruptly put them in her tight an*s. "Ahhh~!" She moaned loudly at the feeling of his fingers stretching her ass. Lucian''s fingers probed deeper into the Empress''s tight an*shole, eliciting a shuddering gasp from her lips. He moved them in small circles, gradually stretching her sensitive ring of muscle as he continued to pound into her dripping p*ssy. "Oh, Lucian," She moaned, her voice thick, "Your fingers feel so good in mama''s ass. Don''t stop, my darling boy." He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered into her ear, "Does it feel good, mama? Do you like having both your holes filled?" "Yes, yes!" She cried, pushing back against him, "Fill all of mama''s holes, my love. Make me yourspletely." "Your wish is mymand," Lucian chuckled, gripping her hips and increasing his pace, thrusting deep inside her, hitting her womb with every push, all the while fingering her narrow sh!thole. Pah~ bam~ Squelch~ Smack~ ohh~ She was panting now, her breathsing in short gasps, as her p*ssy mped around his red flesh, the sensations too much. She knew she wouldn''tst much longer, her orgasm building with each thrust of Lucian''s dick. She could feel her peeh*le tingling, a warm pressure building there, begging to be released! Suddenly, Lucian gripped her hips tighter, mming into her, his c*ck twitching and pulsing, releasing a thick stream of hot c*m deep inside her cheating c*nt, "Take all my c*m mom." TRUUUST¨C! Spuuuurttt~~~ That was all she needed. Phhhhsssss~~!! She let go, her hole opening as a stream of warm p!ss gushed from her c*nt, sshing against Lucian''s legs and the bedsheets. Squirt~ Squirting~~ "OHH F*CK YEESSSSS~" The feeling of release was almost euphoric, and she moaned in pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Lucian continued to thrust into her, his dick softening but still filling her f*ckhole up, as she rode out her climax, her warm stream also dribbling to a stop. They were both panting now, their bodies covered in sweat, and Lucian slowly pulled out of her hole, rolling onto his back beside her on the bed. At this moment, [Ding!] :::::::::: END OF VOLUME 1 :::::::::: Chapter 76: Fate Devouring System Like a drop of water had fallen in a calmke, the space in front of Lucian rippled softly starting from a single point! Lucian blinked, wondering if his eyes were ying tricks on him, but the ripple continued to expand outward in concentric circles. It soon transformed into a rectangr shape, its edges crisp and defined. Lucian could see through the rectangle as if looking through the clearest ss, yet it seemed to hover in the air without any visible support. ¡¯Am I having too much sex these days that now I¡¯m hallucinating?¡¯ Before he could think further, texts began to appear in the translucent panel. --- [Ding!] [Main Quest]: Kill the Celestian Emperor, and devour the Empire¡¯s Fate [Rewards]: 35 Fate Strands [Status]: In Progre¨C [Error!] [Error!] [Error Notification]: Unexpected shift in objectives detected. [System is recalibrating...] [Analysis]: Engaging sexually with the main Wife of the Target has unexpectedly fulfilled the Awakening Condition. [New Awakening Condition is now being created...] [Awakening Condition has been updated] [(New)Main Quest]: F*ck the Empress and conquer her [Rewards]: 35 Fate Strands [Status]: Completed [New Awakening Condition has been fullfilled¡­] [Awakening the System¡­] [1%¡­33%¡­69%¡­89%¡­100%] [Ding! Awakeningpleted] --- The panel was translucent, but words now slowly appearing were written in ck, making a stark contrast. --- [Synchronizing the System with the Host¡¯s Soul...] [Synchronization in progress¡­] --- The letters materialized as if an invisible hand was carefully writing them, each stroke deliberate and precise. --- [1%¡­27%¡­49%¡­] --- Lucian¡¯s eyes widened, his usually stoic expression cracking as panic began to set in. "What the hell?" he muttered to himself, his voice loud, "F*ck! Is someone trying to possess my body?" "What happened, baby?" The Empress, her blue hair cascading over Lucian¡¯s chest, lifted her head to gaze at him with concern, her azure eyes, still heavy with pleasure. "M-mother, can¡¯t you see this weird¨C" Lucian began, his voice trembling slightly. But as he looked at her uprehending expression, he realized she couldn¡¯t see the translucent panel floating before him. Abruptly, his whole body trembled with a mix of anticipation and excitement, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he pieced together the intricate puzzle in his mind. "Could this be my golden finger!?" He asked, more to himself than to her, "Is it finnally here?" "What is golden finger, sweetheart? Ohh! You mean this finger?" Lucian¡¯s chuckled as he felt the Empress¡¯s warm mouth envelop his finger. She writhed against him, her soft body pressing closer. "Mmm, your ¡¯golden finger¡¯ feels divine, my love," she said, misunderstandingpletely, "So skilled, so knowing..." Meanwhile the synchronization process continued its steady climb. --- [¡­72%...85%...93%...] --- "Mother," Lucian said, his voice a bit "tired", trying to hide his excitement, "I think... I think we should rest for now." "Mmm, Goodnight sweetie. We¡¯ll continue our practice tomorrow." She murmured softly, letting her head rest gently on Lucian¡¯s chest, her warm breath brushing against his skin as her legs wrapped around his, drawing him closer in a tender hug. --- [Synchronization has beenpleted] [Initializing the System Main Interface...] [Status] [System]: Fate Devouring System [Name]: Lucian Bloodveil [Realm]: Body Strengthening Realm, 3rd Layer (Bone Refining) [Innate Fate Movement]: Gluttonous (Purple), Dragon-Demon Physique (Blue), Child of Fire (Blue), Cultivation Genius (Green), Long Weapons Master (White, upgradable) [Fate Points]: 35 Strands [Harem Member(s)]: 0 [Main Quest]: Searching¡­ [Sub-Quest]: 2 --- Lucian¡¯s eyes widened as he absorbed the information disyed before him. His eyes darted across the translucent panel, his mind reeling as he absorbed the information disyed before him. "Fate Devouring System," He whispered, tasting the words on his tongue. Lucian took a deep breath, allowing himself to calm down. With a clear mind, he began to inspect the System. "But why does my surname show as Bloodveil instead of Celestian?" Lucian murmured, a hint of confusion in his voice. But the system remained silent, offering no response. After a moment¡¯s pause, he exhaled and moved on, deciding to leave the question unanswered ¡ª for now. Then his gaze lingered on his status, confirming what he already knew about his current cultivation level. ¡¯So the 3rd Layer is called Bone Refining!¡¯ But it was the "Innate Fate Movement" section that truly captured his attention. Dragon-Demon Physique, Cultivation Genius, Child of Fire ¡ª each Fate Movement had a different hue by its side, suggesting levels of rarity and power. "Gluttonous," He mused, eyeing the purple text, "I wonder what that means..." As soon as he thought this, the data panel instantly responded, expanding to reveal more information: --- [ Gluttonous (Purple) ]: - Increases absorption rate of all consumed materials by 100% - Allows for digestion and integration of normally inedible substances - Grants immunity to most poisons and toxins --- Lucian¡¯s eyes widened, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. This was beyond his wildest expectations. His gaze flicked to the other Innate Fate Movement. As expected, the system panel responded promptly. --- [ Dragon-Demon Physique (Blue) ]: - Enhances physical strength and durability - Increases regeneration speed - Grants resistance to demonic energies from controlling mind - Cultivating using demonic energy doubles the cultivation speed without corroding the mind [ Cultivation Genius (Green) ]: - Increases cultivation speed - Improvesprehension of cultivation techniques - Reduces bottlenecks in cultivation [ Child of Fire (Blue) ]: - Cultivating the fire-rted techniques will require half the effort - Enhances all fire-based abilities - Grants resistance to fire and heat - Allows for easier maniption of fire-based energies [ Long Weapons Master (White, upgradable) ]: - Increases proficiency with long weapons --- Unlike the other Innate Fate Movements, the Long Weapon Master trait had an intriguing additional note: "upgradable" The word blinked softly, catching Lucian¡¯s attention like a beacon in the night. Curiosity piqued, he focused his thoughts on this unique trait. As if responding to his mentalmand, the panel expanded, revealing more information: --- [Upgrade Cost: 10 Fate Points] [Would you like to proceed?] [Yes][No] --- Lucian¡¯s eyes gleamed with interest. The possibility of improvement, of growth beyond his innate abilities, was indeed tantalizing. He nced at his Fate Points: Points: 35 strands. More than enough for an upgrade. Without hesitation, he willed the system to upgrade the trait. As soon as Lucian mentally selected "Yes", the system interface began to change. --- [Upgrading Long Weapon Master...] [10 Fate Points deducted] [Fate Points]: 25 Strands [Upgrade in progress: 1%...15%...50%...95%...100%] [Upgradepleted] --- The ¡¯white¡¯ text of "Long Weapon Master" began to shimmer and pulse, gradually shifting to a emerald ¡¯green¡¯. --- [ Longarms demaster (Green) ]: - Increases proficiency with long weapons - (NEW) Enhances strength and attack speed when wielding long weapons - (NEW) Grants intuitive understanding of any long weapon¡¯s bnce and optimal use --- Lucian gasped as the upgrade took effect. His mind suddenly felt lighter, as if a veil had been lifted from his consciousness. Suddenly, he could visualize the perfect arc of a spear thrust, the ideal angle for a halberd sweep, the precise moment to strike with a ive. His muscles seemed to tingle with newfound strength, as if they were eager to put this knowledge into practice. "I-incredible," he breathed, flexing his fingers, "It seems I¡¯m better suited to use long ranged weapons." Even without a weapon in hand, he could feel the difference. As the initial rush of the upgrade faded, Lucian¡¯s mind raced with possibilities, "So White is the lowest, and after that is Green! And what¡¯s next ¡ª Purple or Blue?" Just as he was thinking this, a notification shed in the corner of his vision: --- [White > Green > Blue > Purple] --- "So it¡¯s like this!" Lucian nodded, gaining a better understanding of the system¡¯s ranking. If a single upgrade could yield such dramatic results, what might he achieve with further enhancements? His gaze flicked back to his remaining Fate Points: 25 strands. "I need to collect more Fate Strands." Lucian wondered aloud, his eyes scanning the translucent panel. Then his gaze drifted to the next section of the panel, and he couldn¡¯t help but chuckle at what he saw. "Harem Members: 0," he read aloud, his voice a mix of amusement and confusion, "But why does it show 0?" Lucian was genuinely perplexed. After all, he already had sex with several women ¡ª his personal maid, Isabe, the Duchess, and of course, the Empress herself. Perhaps, he needed to asked them to be his woman. As soon as he had this thought, he shook her awake. "Mother," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation. The Empress stirred, her eyes fluttering open. In the dim light of the bedroom, her azure gaze found his, a soft smile curving her lips. "Mmm, what is it, dear?" She murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Lucian¡¯s hand slipped beneath the soft covers, gently kneading the Empress¡¯s supple breasts. She stirred, her azure eyes fluttering open with a mix of surprise and arousal. "Mmm, Lucian? What¡¯s this about, my love?" she asked, arching into his touch. Continue your journey at NovelBin.C?m "Mother," Lucian began, his voice low and husky, "Would you like to be my woman?" The Empress¡¯s eyes widened, a yful smile dancing on her lips, "Oh my, ain¡¯t I already your woman, darling? Haven¡¯t I given you everything?" Lucian¡¯s fingers tracedzy circles on her soft skin, eliciting a soft gasp, "I mean officially, mother. To be mine and mine alone." Chapter 77: Fate Devouring System (2), Celine Bloodveil [R18] Earlier, when Lucian had been fucking her like an experienced young-man, she quickly realized he had been pretending to be innocent all along. Yet, she didn¡¯t stop him, instead, she allowed him to y with her, even though she became aware that he wasn¡¯t as naive as he seemed. After all the pleasure was too good to resist. Now hearing Lucian, the Empress¡¯s breath caught in her throat, her rational mind screaming at her to refuse. She was the Empress, after all, already married to Emperor. But as Lucian¡¯s fingers continued to caress her body, a part of her mind couldn¡¯t help but imagine what it would be like. Remembering how he had f*cked her, his movements both tender and rough, igniting emotions and pleasures she had never experienced before. The way his fat dick had filled her c*ntpletely, stretching her cave in the most delicious way possible... The rhythm of their bodies moving together had left her breathless and trembling, raw pleasure that had coursed through her veins like liquid fire. To bepletely under Lucian¡¯s control, to surrender herself entirely to him, to have so much pleasure every day, to allow him to use her body however he wished... "Aah~" A soft moan escaped her lips as Lucian¡¯s lips kissed her neck, his tongue licking over her skin, setting every nerve aze with desire. Mpphh~~ Her body responded automatically, a shiver of desire coursing through her at Lucian¡¯s touch. The Empress¡¯s resolve crumbled like sand against the tide of her own longing. Her blue eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, met Lucian¡¯s intense gaze. "Mmmm, Lucian," She murmured, her voice thick with desire, "W-what are you doing, son?" "Convincing you to be my woman, mother," Lucian replied, his hands reaching up to cup her motherly breasts, "And I¡¯ll do anything to achieve that goal." "And don¡¯t worry, mother. I¡¯ll make you feel so good, you¡¯ll forget all about that," Find your next read on NovelBin.C?m Lucian whispered, his fingers finding her clit, massaging it softly. Oohh~~ She moaned again, her body arching into his touch, her mind lost to the sensations of his fingers. "Just let go, mother. I know you also want my c0ck." She could feel the heat rising in her body, the need growing with every stroke of his fingers. And then he did it! Suddenly his thick c0ck slid into her dry p*ssy, the friction sending shocks of pain and pleasure through her body. THRUUUST¨C!! Oooohhhhw~~!! "Nhmm, w-wait, Lucian son, it... it¡¯s... ahh" She tried to resist, but her body refused to obey. Instead, she found herself grinding her hips against his, her p*ssy taking his boner deeper and deeper inside her. Squelch~ thrust~ squelch~ She could feel her juices slowly beginning to flow, the pain slowly turning to pleasure as her body adjusted to his size. Slurping~~ He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, his tongue parting her small mouth and invading her senses, exploring each part. Her forked tongue caressed his own, which was being wrapped and licked. His hands gripped her plump breasts, fingers finding her hard nipples and squeezing them gently, as he continued to side-f*ck her. pah~ ahh~ puh~ ohmm~ She moaned, her head falling back as her body shuddered from each rough thrust. "Ohh, Lucian, you¡¯re making me so weak," The Empress said, her voice trembling with desire, "Yes, L-lucian. Yes, I¡¯ll be yours... aah... I¡¯ll do whatever you w-want, so don¡¯t stop... pound your mother hole harder..." As she said this, Lucian smiled. He could sense her inner turmoil, the conflict between duty and desire. But as his dick moved in and out of her wet crack, his touch eliciting a sharp gasp, the Empress¡¯s resolve wavered. "I¡¯m yours, Lucian. All yours," She murmured, surrendering herself to himpletely, "Use me however you see fit." ¡¯Heh! Both mother and daughter are same, only understand thenguage of my dick!¡¯ "Now, mother change the position. Your son wants to see how your ass bounces while riding, so pleasure your son with this tight c*nt," Lucian said, as his hands gripped her waist firmly, guiding her as she straddled him. She blushed, but followed his lead nheless. Her breath shuddered as she slowly settled, feeling his dick still buried deep within her hole. Thrust~ hnghh~ thrust~ p~ aah~ pah~ As he helped her finding a steady rhythm to ride his dick, her chubby and soft asscheeks bouncing up and down, her hands to grip his thighs for bnce. She could feel his c0ck throbbing inside her hole, the sensation driving her wild with pleasure. She began stroking her swollen clit unconsciously, her fingers finding the perfect rhythm to match the thrusts. At this moment, his crimson eyes darted to the translucent panel, where a new notification silently had appeared: --- [Harem Member Added: Regina Celestian] [Harem Member(s): 1] --- Lucian grinned in satisfaction, a surge of triumph coursing through him. He turned his attention back to the Empress, his mother, now officially his woman. "Mother," Lucian said, his voice low and husky, "Now that you¡¯ve be my woman, why not change your name as well to start a new life?" His thick penis sliding in and out of her f*ckhole, the sound of flesh pping against flesh echoing in the room. Smack~ nnghg~ puh~ ohh~ "Ch-change my name?" She repeated, her muffled voice a mix of curiosity and hesitation, "But Lucian... aah... I¡¯ve been Regina Celestian for so long. It¡¯s not just a name... huff... it¡¯s who I am." Lucian¡¯s hand gripped her smooth asscheeks, as he began to thrust from below, sending shivers through her body. "Exactly," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "You¡¯ve been Regina Celestian, wife of the Emperor. But now that, you¡¯re mine, you should have no other past. Forget him. Forget everything you were before this moment." Muffled cries escaped her lips, as his c0ck continued to f*ck her p*ssy, kissing her womb, "A new name, ahh!" She gasped, her voice barely coherent, "If that¡¯s what you want... what do you have in mind, my l-love?" His fingers slowly traced the contours of her asshole, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "How about we call you ¡¯Celine¡¯?" He breathed, the word falling from his lips like a caress, "Celine Bloodveil." Lucian replied, as he slowly inserted his index finger into her tiny an*s. Thr~~ust~ Haaaahgh~!! Her body tensed up at the sudden intrusion, but the pleasure soon overwhelmed her. Her hips began to move faster, her p*ssy dripping wet with anticipation. "Celine Bloodveil?!," she repeated, her voice dripping with lust and desire, "Yes, such a beautiful name... I like it. It feels¡­ right." The Empress, now Celine, savored the new name on her tongue, her watery azure eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and lust. "T-then, I shall be c-called Celine from now on," She said, as she began riding him harder, his c0ck and finger now f*cking both of her holes. She could feel the pressure building up inside her, and she knew she was close. "I¡¯ming, son!" She gasped loudly as she rode his cock like a wild woman. "I know mama, me too," He groaned, thrusting into her c*nt hard and fast, while fingering her shithole simultaneously. Sqquuuuuiiirt~~ "Oh god, YESSS! I¡¯mingggg! My son is making me c*m..." She cried out as her body shuddered and spraying her juices over his c*ck and his finger buried deep in her virgin an*s. As she came, she felt him explode within her, his warm seed filling her up. Spurt~ ohhh~ Spurt~ "Me too! F*ck, I¡¯ming!" He yelled as his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, his c0ck twitching and throbbing as he shot his hot c*m deep inside her. "F*ck, your c*m feels so good!!" The soft moonlight flickered across her milky white skin, casting long shadows that seemed to celebrate this moment of rebirth. Huff~ Huff~ Panting heavily, she rolled back onto her back, his rigid dick still inside her p*ssy, her long blue hair fanning out like a river of midnight as she fell into his chest, her unfocused eyes fixed on the ceiling as if seeing it for the first time. But then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she turned her gaze back to Lucian. "Wait, Lucian, why Bloodveil!? Isn¡¯t it supposed to be Celestian?" She asked, her ocean eyes searching his face for answers. Lucian, hearing her, fell into contemtion. The moment he saw his surname was "Bloodveil" in the System Interface, he had some guesses. For a moment, he was lost in thought, his mind racing through possibilities and implications. The truth was, he didn¡¯t have a clear answer for now. The appearance of "Bloodveil" in the System Status had caught him off guard as much as it now puzzled Celine. Finally, he turned back to her, a mysterious smile ying on his lips. "Well, let¡¯s just say I too want to start a new life," he said, his voice low and rich with conviction, "A new surname seems fitting for this new chapter we¡¯re beginning together, right?" His fingers traced gentle, swirling circles around her ares, pinching her soft nipples and massaging her soft, round tits, sending waves of pleasure down her spine. "If that¡¯s what you want," As she acknowledged the name, from the corner of his eyes, Lucian noticed a change in the translucent panel hovering at the edge of his vision. The text shifted and changed itself, updating in real-time: --- [Harem Member: Celine Bloodveil] [Harem Member(s): 1] --- But that wasn¡¯t the end. As he looked at her, marveling at the way the moonlight streaming through the window painted her soft skin in ethereal silver, a new notification panel suddenly materialized before his eyes, startling him. Chapter 78: Fate Devouring System (3) [Harem Member: Celine Bloodveil] [Status] [Realm]: Body Strengthening Realm, 1st Layer (Skin Refining) [Innate Fate: Lunar Physique (Red)(Dormant), Extreme Ice Affinity (Blue) (Dormant), Ethereal Beauty (Green), Mind''s Serenity (White)] --- Lucian''s eyes widened as he read the information, his mind racing. As he willed, the System Interface changed, showing the details of her Innate Fate Movements. --- [Lunar Physique (Red) (Dormant)]: An extremely rare Yin Physique that draws power from the Moon. When fully awakened, it grants enhanced strength, cultivation speed, and regeneration during night-time. It also allows for maniption of Lunar Energies. [Extreme Ice Affinity (Blue) (Dormant)]: An innate connection to the Element of Ice. When awakened, it grants the ability to create and control Yin Qi at will. It also provides resistance to cold temperatures and ice-based attacks. Cultivating Yin-type techniques will be as easy as drinking water. [Ethereal Beauty (Green)]: A blessing that enhances one''s physical appearance to otherworldly levels. It grants an irresistible charm and the ability to influence others through their beauty. Cultivating illusionary techniques will require half the effort. [Mind''s Serenity (White)]: An innate talent for cultivation, allowing for rapid advancement and deeper understanding of cultivation techniques. --- His fingers that was tracingzy circles on her milky white skin suddenly paused, ''A red Innate Fate!? Is that above Purple?! But why is it in a dormant state? How can I awaken them?" As these thoughts swirled in his head, Celine stirred above him, her azure eyes fluttering open. "Mmm, Lucian?" She murmured, her voice thick with post-coital bliss, "Is something wrong, dear?" Lucian quickly masked his surprise, offering her a reassuring smile. "Nothing''s wrong, my dear Mother," He replied, his hand resuming its gentle caress of her skin, "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am to have you." Celine blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. She couldn''t help but think how this rascal had so easily "captured her heart". A fleeting thought of Isabe, her daughter, suddenly crossed her mind. If Lucian could seduce her, so effortlessly, surely he would have no trouble capturing Isabe''s heart as well. A mixture of maternal concern washed over her. Afterall her little daughter couldn''t possibly take that monster in. She knew she had to keep him in check, for both her sake and Isabe''s. But as she gazed into his crimson eyes, she found herself lost in their depths, her resolve weakening. "Oh, Lucian," She sighed, her fingers traced the contours of his hands, gliding slowly over each ridge and curve, while Lucian''s hands rested on her pelvis, where her skin was exquisitely soft and sensitive, a faint hint of pubic hair heightening every sensation, "You''re such a charmer. I fear for any woman who crosses your path." Lucian chuckled, his sound low and rich with confidence, "Then mother, why not add my elder sister Isabe? After all, who could be a better addition to our new family than her?" His words sent a shiver down Celine''s spine, a mix of hidden excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins. She looked at him, her azure eyes wide with a mix of emotions ¡ª shock, desire, and a hint of maternal concern. "Lucian!" She gasped, her voice a mix of admonishment and disbelief, "You can''t possibly mean... Isabe is your sister! And also my daughter!" But even as the words left her lips, Celine felt a familiar heat building within her body. The thought of Lucian, her "son", her new lover, f*cking Isabe in the same way he had f*cked her... it was taboo, forbidden, and yet... undeniably arousing. Celine''s mind raced, torn between her newfound passion for Lucian and her maternal instincts. Before Lucian could reply, she continued, more to herself than him. "I... I don''t know, Lucian," She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, "Isabe is so young, so innocent. And she''s your sister..." ''Innocent?! Heh! You should''ve seen her riding my dick. Right now maybe she''s cleaning and preparing her assh*le!'' Lucian''s lips curled into a knowing smirk. If only his mother knew the truth about her "innocent" daughter. His mind shed back to earlier that day, to Isabe''s slutty moans as she rode him, her tight p*ssy gripping his c0ck like a vice. Lucian''s hands roamed her mature body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. His long nails scratching her nipples only increased her pleasure. "Blood rtions... well, that just makes it more exciting, doesn''t it?" He murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. His words sent a shiver of forbidden desire through her. Images shed unbidden in her mind ¡ª Isabe''s lithe body entwined with Lucian''s muscr body, her moans of pleasure echoing through the pce halls. And what if he also wants me to join?! "But... but she''s not ready for this," Celine protested weakly, even as her body betrayed her, responding to Lucian''s touch with growing arousal. Lucian continued to press on, determined to make her agree. His lips found the pulse point on her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he spoke seductively like a devil. ''Mother, when we begin to live under the same roof, it will be inevitable that you''ll see me f*cking Isabe,'' He thought, ''It''s better to conclude this matter now, so ept it.'' His hands gently cupped her full breasts, thumbs circling her slowly hardening nipples. She bit her lip, torn between her maternal instincts and the growing arousal that threatened to consume her. The idea of sharing Lucian with her own daughter was scandalous, taboo... and yet, undeniably... exciting. "O-okay, Lucian," She breathed, her voice husky with arousal, "If... if Isabe is okay with sharing the same man as her mother, then I don''t... I don''t think I could refuse." The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them, and she felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. Her azure eyes widened, shocked at her own admission. Lucian''s lips curled into a triumphant smile, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He held her face, turning it toward him as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. sluu~uurp~ slurping~ "That''s my good mother," He murmured against her red lips, his hands roaming her her smooth belly. Lucian smirked to himself as he continued to caress Celine''s body, his mind drifting to his earlier encounter with Isabe. He couldn''t help but chuckle inwardly at the irony of the situation. ''Oh, mother, if only you knew,'' He thought, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement, ''Your precious, innocent Isabe was the one who guided me here, who told me exactly how to seduce you.'' As Lucian''s hands continued to explore Celine''s soft, voluptuous body, his mind was partially focused on the translucent System Interface hovering at the edge of his vision, specifically to the "Activate" option beside Celine''s dormant Lunar Physique. The interface changed, revealing more details: --- [Lunar Physique (Red)] [Activation Requirement] [>Fate Strands required: 2000] [Current Fate Strands: 25] --- Lucian''s breath caught in his throat. Two thousand Fate Strands seemed an insurmountable number for the current him, but he was not one to back down easily. Lucian''s eyes narrowed as he considered the information before him. ''Two thousand Fate Strands... that''s no small number,'' As he mused, Celine turned, her ample chest pressing against his. Lick~~ slurp~ Flick~~ "Ohh! You have amazing skills mama!" Her forked tongue traced delicate patterns over one of his nipples, slow and tantalizing, while her fingers circled the other with a feather-light touch, unlike how he kneaded her motherly tits. ''But I''ve yet to check those Quest sections. The 35 Fate Strands I received, seem to havee frompleting a Main Quest. But what are these Quests anyways?'' Curiosity piqued, he willed the System Interface to shift, revealing the Quest section. The translucent screen flickered, presenting the Quest section: --- [Main Quests]: 1 [Side Quests]: 2 --- As expected, the System didn''t exin anything, only disyed the Quest Section. Lucian''s brow suddenly furrowed as he examined the Quest section, ''Wait, 1 main Quest? As far as I remember there was a ''searching'' text beside this one! Is there now a new Main Quest avable?'' Intrigued, he focused his attention on the Main Quest tab, willing it to expand. The interface shimmered, revealing the details: --- [Main Quest: F*ck Azure Sword Sect''s Leader''s Main Wife] [Description: Join the Azure Sword sect and seduce n Leader''s Main Wife to sleep with you] [Objective: Steal the Space Dao Bone] [Reward: 2000 Fate Strands uponpletion; A new option of the System will be unlocked] [Status: In progress] --- ''What? System wants me to steal Milfs to be stronger!?'' Lucian''s crimson eyes widened, as he cried out inwardly, and his lips twitching involuntarily as he read the quest details. Although the very thought of f*cking the Leader of the Azure Sword Sect caused his cock to harden again. ''And what is this Space Dao Bone? Also two thousand Fate Strands... exactly what I need to activate Celine''s Lunar Physique,'' He mused, his mind racing, ''But the risk...'' Lucian''s fingers continued to caress Celine''s back while her unique tongue licked his skin, but his mind was now elsewhere. Chapter 79: Gluttonous Lucian''s attention then shifted to the Sub-Quest section. --- [ Sub Quest(s) ]: 2 [1> Kill the hidden threat, protect what''s yours] [Description]: Marcus, a Core Disciple of the Azure Sword Sect, has set his sights on Host''s woman/sister Isabe, coveting her rare Yin Physique to use her as a Cultivation Cauldron. Now that he knows Host will also be joining the Azure Sword Sect as a new disciple, Marcus sees Host as a threat to his long-term ns. He will surely attempt to kill Host out of fear that Host may interfere with his ns for Isabe. [Objective]: Kill Marcus before he can harm the Host or im Isabe [Reward]: 500 Fate Strands [Status]: In progress --- "WHAT THE F*CK", Lucian involuntarily spoke out loud, but seeing the blue-haired naked beauty now sleeping peacefully in his arms, he forced himself to calm down and re-read the whole Sub-Quest again. From the description, he could analyze many things. First, Isabe, just like her mother, also possessed a rare Yin Physique, something he hadn''t known before. And her Physique was actually not in a dormant state like Celine''s! This exined why those disciples would be interested in her joining the sect. Second, Marcus seemed to be aware of Isabe''s Physique. This meant that her eptance into the sect was already decided, or at least highly likely. It also implied that Marcus had connections or methods to identify such Physique. Third, Marcus would surely target Lucian just as the description in the Sub-Quest stated. Fourth, and perhaps most importantly, this Marcus is a Core Disciple! His cultivation realm was obviously high enough that Lucian couldn''t fight against. ''But isn''t this Marcus, the Emperor''s brother, and also our uncle who is supposed to help us?'' Lucian thought, his brow furrowing in confusion. The revtion sent a chill down his spine, despite the warmth of Celine''s body pressed against him. His mind raced, piecing together these fragments of information. Marcus, this man who was supposed to be their protector, their guide in this new world, was in fact their most immediate threat. The irony was not lost on Lucian. ''A wolf in sheep''s clothing, and we were about to walk right into his den.'' Lucian''s jaw clenched, his crimson eyes shing with a dangerous light. If it hadn''t been for the description in the System Interface, he might have really fallen for such backstabbing! ''If you want to touch my woman, then be ready to face the consequences, Marcus,'' He thought, his grip on Celine''s sleaping body tightening unconsciously. The sleeping beauty stirred slightly at his touch, her azure hair spilling across his chest like a silken waterfall. Lucian forced himself to rx, not wanting to wake her. His mind, however, was far from calm. He may have only known Isabe for a short time, but she was his now. And Celine too. The thought of Marcus, or anyone else, trying to harm them or take them away ignited a burning rage within him. He began to formte a n, his thoughts racing. Marcus might be a Core Disciple, but Lucian had advantages of his own ¡ª the System, for one. ''I need to get stronger, fast,'' He mused, his mind drifting to his Innate Fate "Gluttonous", ''But before that let me check the other Sub-Quest.'' --- [ Sub Quest(s) ]: 2 [2> The Anomaly Must Die] [Description]: Aldric, a cultivator of the Ghost Path, has blocked the Heavenly Secrets and sent his Consciousness back in Time. [Objective]: Kill him [Reward]: Mandates of Heavens; a Ghost Path Cultivation Technique [Status]: In progress --- ''What the hell?'' Lucian''s eyes widened as he read the details of the second sub-quest. Rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn''t seeing things, he couldn''t believe what was before him. Ghost Path?! Blocking Heavenly Secrets?! Sending Consciousness back in Time!? The very concept seemed to defy logic, yet here it was,id out before him in the System''s interface. ''How can he''s managed to send his consciousness back in Tme?'' Lucian mused, his brow furrowing in concentration and disbelief, ''Is that even possible? And if it is, what kind of monstrous power would that require?'' The more he pondered, the more questions arose. If this Aldric guy had indeed sent his consciousness back, did that mean he had knowledge of future events? And, why was the System tasking me with killing him? ''Either way, this wasn''t a do-or-die mission. If I can''t manage to kill, I''ll just back off. Just because I have the System now doesn''t mean I have to throw myself into every fight, risking my life without reason.'' Lucian''s eyes then wandered to the quest''s reward section. "Mandates of Heaven" ¡ª he wondered what that could be?! But, as per usual, the System didn''t provide any additional information, so he decided to give up on trying to figure it out. Lucian shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the swirling thoughts about Aldric and Time travel. Right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. He needed to focus on getting stronger, and fast. And he had a n for how to proceed if his guesses were correct. With a mentalmand, he re-opened his Status Panel, focusing on his "Gluttonous" Fate Movement: --- [ Gluttonous (Purple) ]: - Increases absorption rate of all consumed materials by 100% - Allows for digestion and integration of normally inedible substances - Grants immunity to most poisons and toxins --- Lucian ignored thest two abilities for now; his gaze lingered on the first ability of his Purple Innate Fate: ''100% absorption rate.'' Previously, while absorbing Spiritual Energy, Lucian couldn''t fully assimte all of it. Arge portion would inevitably merge back into nature, as his mortal body was incapable of containing such arge amount of vtile energies, even though he had a strong physique. But now, with this ability, things would be different. If he could theoretically absorb all the Spiritual Energy he encountered, his cultivation speed would surely skyrocket. He could potentially advance through the small realms at an unprecedented rate. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, causing his body to tingle with anticipation. Lucian''s gaze shifted to the small bulge of his pants, now resting by his side. He always kept it close, even during his sexual moments like this. Carefully, he grabbed his pants and reached inside the pockets without disturbing Celine''s peaceful slumber. He took out a pouch containing six stones, along with a piece of paper covered in iprehensible symbols. He removed one of the shining stones and then set the pouch aside. His fingers brushed against the cool, smooth surface of the Spirit Stone. The stone glimmered in the dim light of the room, as he held it in his palm, he could feel a faint, rhythmic pulsing, almost like a heartbeat. Veins of energy, like liquid starlight, swirled within its crystalline structure. Taking a deep breath, Lucian didn''t hesitate anymore. With a swift motion, he brought the Spirit Stone to his lips and swallowed it whole! Gulp¨C! The smooth crystal slid down his throat effortlessly, leaving no sensation as it passed. For a moment, nothing happened! Lucian''s brow furrowed in confusion. But then, as the Spirit Stone settled in his stomach, everything abruptly changed! A wave of heat erupted from his abdomen, spreading rapidly through his body. It was as if liquid fire had been injected directly into his veins, racing along every nerve and sinew. Lucian''s muscles tensed involuntarily, his back arching slightly as the sensation slowly intensified. The heat continued to build, growing more intense with each passing second. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolling down his temples in rivulets. His skin also began to redden. At this moment, Lucian understood his mistake. He actually didn''t know how to activate the "Gluttonous" Fate Movement''s ability, and the System wouldn''t answer him. ''F*ck, am I going to d-'' Before he couldplete his cursing to himself, a warm feeling washed over his soaked body. The vtile Spiritual Energy began to automatically refine and proceed to merge with his bones, pushing his cultivation rapidly. The sensation was unlike anything Lucian had ever experienced. It started as a gentle warmth in his stomach, spreading outwards through his "clogged passageways". This warmth quickly intensified, bing a zing inferno that coursed through his veins. Yet, instead of pain, Lucian felt an indescribable pleasure. The refined energy began to seep into his bones. He could feel each individual skeletal structure absorbing the power, growing denser, stronger. It was as if his entire physical form was being reforged, tempered like fine steel in a master cksmith''s forge. Even though the process was not painful, but rather ufortable, he felt as if tiny ants were crawling inside his body; even if he wanted to scratch, he couldn''t. Lucian also noticed that,pared to before when his body would naturally and intrinsically absorb the Spiritual Energy, this time, although he could "feel" the energy alsoing out of his pores, it was way less than before. As the energy continued to course through him, Lucian''s senses heightened. The world around him seemed to be more vibrant than before. Crackle¨C!! His bones creaked and groaned, as it absorbed the refined energy. Lucian could feel his skeletal structure bing denser, stronger. Chapter 80: Cultivation Foundation, Consecutive Breakthroughs In the World of Cultivation, a strong foundation was everything. It was the bedrock upon which all future advancement was built. A cultivator''s foundation determined not just their initial strength, but their potential for future growth, their ability to withstand the pressures of higher realms, and even their capacity to use theprehended techniques to use. After all, without a solid foundation, the physical body would have many microscopic weaknesses which would eventually lead to insurmountable bottlenecks or even cultivation deviation. Many cultivators, in their haste to advance, neglected their initial foundation at the Body Strengthening Realm. Many pushed forward recklessly, leaving behind irreversible ws which would haunt them for the rest of their cultivation journey. These ws, often imperceptible at first, would be ring weaknesses as they ascended to higher realms. Like a house built on sand, their cultivation would eventually crumble under its own weight. But Lucian, whether by luck or the machinations of Fate, was inadvertentlyying an exceptionally solid foundation. Most cultivators would choose to advance the Body Strengthening Realm by consuming the meats of Body Strengthening Realm Spiritual Beasts. After all, not everyone had a strong physique like Lucian''s. Their mortal body couldn''t directly absorb the Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Stones. And of course with their "clogged passageways", they couldn''t absorb Spiritual Energy directly from the Nature, leading them having no choice but to consume Beasts to strengthen themselves quickly. However unlike humans, most "lower ranked" beasts had lower intelligence, so the Heavens helped by concentrating more Spiritual Energy in their flesh. This made their flesh a potent source of resources for cultivators. However, this method had its drawbacks. The energy from such "low level" beasts meats was often wild and untamed, requiring significant effort to refine and integrate. It could leave behind impurities in the cultivator''s body and meridians, creating potential bottlenecks in the future. Lucian''s method, on the other hand, was using pure, concentrated Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Stone. This energy, already refined by nature, although vtile for someone at the Body Strengthening Realm, was pure and far morepatible with the human body. It left no impurities, no hidden ws in his foundation. ... The Body Strengthening Realm was divided into 9 small Layers/Realms. The First Layer was called Skin Refining. During this stage, one''s skin, from the innermostyers to the outermost, would absorb the Spiritual Energy to expel impurities and strengthen its structure. This process not only made the skin more resilient but also formed a kind of protective barrier for the Inner Organs, shielding them from external harm. The Second Layer was Inner Organs Refining. Here, the Spiritual Energy would seep into every vital Inner Organs, enhancing their capabilities, and endurance. The Third Layer, known as Bone Strengthening, focused on fortifying the skeletal structure. Bones would absorb the energy, bing denser and more resilient. ... Right now, as Lucian continued to refine the low-grade Spirit Stone, his cultivation began to rise at a terrifying speed. The "Gluttonous" Innate Fate worked its magic, allowing him to absorb and assimte the Spiritual Energy with unprecedented efficiency! Alongside his skeletal bones, his skull also began to strengthen. The bones became denser, more resilient. His jawline, now had be more defined shape, and chiseled. The change was subtle but noticeable, giving him already handsome face more sharpness. Crackle¨C!! Cracks and pops echoed in his ears as his skeletal structure seemed to be rearranged itself, growing stronger with each passing moment. His cheekbones became more prominent, giving his face a chiseled appearance. Even his teeth felt different, stronger, as if they could now bite through steel. The energy coursed through his body, seeking out every nook and cranny. It seeped into his spine, and Lucian could feel his posture improving, his back straightening as if an invisible force was pulling him upright. In his previous life, he was not a doctor, nor did he have such extensive medical knowledge, but he could feel that his pelvic bone had also grown much stronger than before. If before his thrusts were like gentle wavespping at the shore, now they would be like a battering ram, seemed to be capable of delivering earth-shattering pleasure. Unconsciously Celine seemed to sense the change in him, even in her sleep. Her naked form shivered against him, her soft skin prickling with goosebumps. But Lucian didn''t notice, his mind now fully concentrated. At this moment, he felt the changes within his body slowing, then graduallying to a stop, and he could "sense" he had reached the peak of Bone Refining Realm. And now, with just a slight push, he knew he could shatter the barrier holding him back and easily break through to the next Layer. But as tempting as it was, he didn''t break through immediately. He could feel impurities gathering beneath his skin, toxins and waste that his body was preparing to expel as part of the cleansing process. If he broke through now, these impurities would burst forth, staining not only the bed but also Celine''s naked body. So, Lucian carefully and reluctantly removed Celine''s soft body from him, then got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. Coming to the bathroom, Lucian didn''t hesitate anymore. With a deep breath, he focused his mind and willed himself to break through to the next realm. There was a sudden "boom" that echoed in his mind as the invisible ceiling shattered. Instantly, a torrent of ck, viscous liquid began to ooze from every pore on his body. The substance had a foul, acrid smell that made Lucian''s nose wrinkle in disgust. It dripped down his skin in small droplets, staining the white tiles of the bathroom floor. As thest of the impurities left his body, Lucian felt a wave of relief wash over him, reced by a feeling of lightness and purity. He looked down at his body, now glistening with sweat and the remnants of the ck substance. "Status," No sooner had he said it than the translucent System Panel appeared in his vision, visible only to him. Lucian noticed that his Realm in the Status had now changed. --- [Realm]: Body Strengthening Realm, 4th Layer (Marrow Refinement) --- "So, the 4th Layer is called Marrow Refinement? This realm is about strengthening my marrow?" As the thought crossed Lucian''s mind, he felt a sudden surge of energy within his body. The remaining Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Stone, which he had yet to absorb, had been quiet in his stomach, began to stir again. The energy again flowed through his "clogged passageways", moving toward his bones with precision. And when it reached his skeletal structure, Lucian felt a peculiar sensation, as if his bones were bing hollow! But this wasn''t a weakening ¡ª far from it. The Spiritual Energy seeped into the very core of his bones, infiltrating the marrow itself! The marrow, the factory of his body''s blood cells, began to slowly pulse with newfound vigor. A warmth spread through his body, starting from his bones and radiating outwards. Although, unlike his bones and skin, he couldn''t feel what was happening to his marrow, Lucian guessed that his marrow was also transcending to a different levelpared to a mortal body. So he just sat there, quietly trying to feel the profound transformation. As the Spiritual Energy continued to work its magic on his marrow, Lucian felt a surge of vitality unlike anything he had experienced before. ¡­ As Lucian sat in quiet meditation, the first rays of dawn began to seep through the small bathroom window. Unexpectedly, he had spent nearly 10 hours sitting in meditation. The soft golden light of Sun crept across the tiled floor, illuminating the ck, viscous substance that had oozed from his pores earlier. At this moment, as thest bit of energy entered his bones, a deafening "BOOM" suddenly echoed through his body, as if an ancient beast were roaring in frustration. Lucian''s eyes abruptly snapped open, and as if a dam had burst, a torrent of pitch-ck filth erupted from every pore on his body. It wasn''t just a trickle like before, but a violent expulsion that sttered across the bathroom tiles and walls. The viscous substance was thicker than before, almost tar-like in consistency, and it carried with it an acrid, pungent odor that made Lucian''s eyes water. As quickly as it had begun, the torrent of ck filth slowed to a trickle, then stopped altogether. But Lucian barely noticed the mess. His attention was entirely focused inward, on the incredible sensations coursing through his body. He felt different. Lighter, yet somehow¡­ denser!! He suddenly clenched his fist and punched down at the bathroom tiles. BANG¨C!! The sound echoed through the bathroom, reverberating off the walls. As soon as Lucian''s fist connected with the floor, cracks spider-webbed out from the point of impact, like a ripple spreading across a pond. The tiles instantly shattered, fragments flying in all directions. But it wasn''t just the surface that bore the brunt of Lucian''s current strength. The concrete beneath the tiles also crumbled, creating a small crater where his fist hadnded. Dust and debris billowed up, momentarily obscuring his vision. "Holy shit!" Chapter 81: Mother, Why Dont You Use Your T!ts To Wash Me? [R18] In the bedroom, Celine''s quiet sleep was suddenly broken. Her blue eyes snapped open, her heart pounding as the sounds of the impact faded away. For a moment, shey still, her mind struggling to understand what had woken her. The warm, soft sheets that had wrapped around her now felt tight as panic began to set in. After all, it was the Empress''s Pce; such sudden sounds were as rare as a storm in a desert, and any disturbance in the her Pce hinted at something serious. Suddenly remembering something, she turned, reaching out instinctively for Lucian, only to find his side of the bed empty and cold. The realization hit her like a bucket of ice water. Where was he? Celine''s heart pounded faster in her chest as she sat up, her beautiful eyes darting around the dimly lit room. For a moment, she even wondered if the Emperor had found out what had happened the night before. "No... that bastard wouldn''te here first thing in the morning," She told herself, calming down, "Then, where did Lucian go? And that sound!?" Then, she heard it ¡ª the soft sound of running watering from the bathroom. Relief washed over her, quickly reced by curiosity and concern. What had happened? Without a second thought, Celine slipped out of bed. She walked towards the bathroom, the slightly cool morning air raising goosebumps on her naked skin, slowly hardening her nipples. As she walked naked, her firm, but slightly sagging tits jiggled with every step, and the soft flesh of her round asscheeks rippled. In the morning sunlight, one could see some marks on her plump thighs, left by Lucian''s c*m drying up. "Lucian? Son, are you in there?" As she approached the bathroom door, she called softly. Then relief washed over her as soon as she entered the bathroom, and saw Lucian washing himself, that quickly reced by curiosity and concern. What she saw was both confusing and shocking. Lucian stood under the shower, water running over his muscr body. But it wasn''t just water washing away ¡ª a thick, ck substance covered his skin, slowly being washed away by the steady stream. Celine''s eyes widened as she looked at the scene. The bathroom was a mess ¡ª tiles cracked and shattered, a small crater in the floor, and an acrid smell lingering in the air. "Wh-what happened here?" Celine stammered, her voice cracking. With his heightened senses, how could he not have noticed Celine''s arrival? Yet only now did he reply. Lucian apologized, "Sorry, Mother, it seems I''ve awakened you!" Although Lucian was cruel to his enemies, for his women he was gentle and considerate. Celine''s ocean eyes roamed over her son''s body, noting the changes with a mixture of awe and lust. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin smoother. He seemed to be more... handsome! "I just broke through to the next realm, and wanted to test my strength," Lucian exined, a hint of excitement in his voice. At this moment, Celine was already standing near Lucian, her eyes fixed on his morning wood. Seeing Lucian''s long blood-red cock standing firm, the thick ring of his mushroom head and the foreskin pulled back, exposing the sensitive skin of his dick, Celine''s c*nt couldn''t help but grow wet. Lucian grinned, seeing his mother in such state, he coughed, "Mother! Why don''t you wash me? We can take a bath together!" Celine smiled seductively, "Sure... how can a mother refuse?" Her mind was now filled with lust, with only the thought of having Lucian''s dick pound into her f*ckhole, so she even ignored the topic about "breakthroughs", and why there were these foul-smelling things scattered about. As She bent down to reach for the soap, Lucian could clearly see how her asscheeks split, revealing her shithole and wet p*ssy. Lucian couldn''t help but want to pound into her hole right away, but he stopped himself, waiting for her to wash him. Celine soon stood up and began to rub the soap between her hands. Scrub~ Slick~ Then, she began to rub Lucian''s body, slowly and gently cleaning every inch of his skin. Her hands roamed over his chest, his back, and his legs. She worked methodically, washing away the filth that clung to him. And as she rubbed him, she could feel her own arousal building, her nipples hardening. Lucian leaned back, enjoying the sensation of her soft hands on his body. But as she washed him, he couldn''t help but notice how her fingers lingered on certain areas, how she washed him with a gentle touch. "Mother, why don''t you use your tits to wash me?" He asked, a mischievous smile on his face, as he grabbed her motherly breast and squeezed it. Celine moaned, "Ah~ Lucian! Your demand is getting bolder and bolder," She said, "But I must admit, the thought of my breasts sliding over your body does make me horny." She reached up and cupped her ample tits in her hands, squeezing them together, "You like the thought of using your mother''s breasts to wash you off?" Lucian nodded, his eyes wide with lust, "Please, mother. Please do it for me." Celine smiled and leaned forward, pressing her tits against Lucian''s body. Then she began to slide them up and down his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his skin. As she worked, she felt her lust growing stronger, her p*ssy getting wet. She really loved the sensation of her son''s strong body against her boobs, the way his skin felt against her nipples. "Is it working, son?" she asked, her voice husky, "Are you feeling good?" Lucian nodded, his face flushed with heat, "It feels amazing, mother. Please keep doing it." Celine grinned and continued to rub her tits against him, sliding them up and down his whole body. Her previous image as the Empress totally gone, now she was no more than a bitch in lust; a mother pleasuring her son. "Now mother, wash my dick using your tits," Lucian said. "Lucian!" Celine eximed, "You''re so naughty." But despite her shock, she couldn''t deny that she was also turned on. She knelt down between Lucian''s legs and began to rub his fat dick in between her boobs, sliding them up and down his length. Squelch~ Ruubinggg~~ As she worked, she could feel her nipples rubbing against his fore-skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn''t believe she was doing this, but she was too horny to care. She kept rubbing Lucian''s boner with her tits, loving the sensation of his hard c0ck between her breasts. As she did, she could feel her own p*ssy getting wetter and wetter, her clit throbbing with need. Finally, she couldn''t take it anymore! "Lucian, I need you to f*ck me," She moaned, pulling away from his cock, "Please, please f*ck your mother''s hole now." Lucian grinned, "I thought you''d never ask, mother." He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, nted a kiss on her red lips. Smo~oching~~ Celine''s eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered herself to his kiss. She couldn''t resist him. She felt his hands roaming over her soaked body, caressing her voluptuous curves and squeezing herrge breasts as he pleased. She could only moan muffledly as Lucian''s tongue slipped between her lips, teasing her forked tongue. Slurp~ slurp~ Celine''s knees trembled, threatening to buckle beneath her. She leaned against him, feeling his strength supporting her. In the warm spray of the shower, Lucian held his mother close, feeling her soft breasts pressed against his chest. He didn''t know if it was the rush of breaking through to a new realm or simply being around her, but he was extremely aroused. His cock hardened more, pressing against her soft belly, poking her navel. Celine gasped softly as she felt his cock pressing against her belly button as if trying to create a fourth hole in her body. Her mind was foggy, clouded by lust. "Mphh~!" She moaned softly, arching her back as he massaged her chubby asscheeks, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Her forked tongue wrapping around Lucian''s as their tongues danced, exchanging and drinking each other''s saliva. Sluu~urpinggg~~ The warm water cascaded over them, washing away the remaining acrid stench. With a thick bridge of saliva, Lucian pulled back, breaking the kiss. Lucian''s hands cupped soft her asscheeks before lifting her up, his fingers sinking into her flesh. Celine wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist as she bear-hugged him. "You are so beautiful, mother, I can''t get enough of your p*ssy," Lucian whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Mother, how about we continue this in the bathtub?" Lucian asked as he licked her neck and sucked, leaving behind red love bites. "Th-that sounds like a wonderful idea, son," Celine agreed, her eyes gleaming with lust, as her hands roamed his wet white-hair, pulling him closer. Lucian carried her out of the shower, her body slick and dripping wet. Chapter 82: Are You Sure Son? I Mean This Place Is Dirty... [R18] As the slightly cool morning sunlight entered through the window, it bathed Lucian''s and Celine''s naked wet bodies in a soft, golden glow. Celine was hugging Lucian tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her towards therge marble bathtub. Droplets of water clung to their skin, shimmering like tiny diamonds in the early morning light. Celine''s long, damp blue hair cascaded down her back, the strands darkened by the water. Her blue eyes, bright with lust, locked onto Lucian''s crimson eyes. The sunlight entuated the curves of her body ¡ª the swell of herrge breasts pressed against Lucian''s chest, the curve of her back, the roundness of her wide ass cupped in Lucian''s strong hands. As Lucian carried Celine to the bathtub, his hands explored her soft, supple flesh. His fingers kneaded her plump asscheeks, squeezing and massaging them with a mix of gentleness and roughness. Squish~~ Ohh~~ aahha~ Celine moaned softly, her breath hot against his ear. The sensation of his strong hands on her wet and sensitive skin sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, Lucian''s hand left her ass, only to return with a sharp smack. Smack~!! The sound echoed in the bathroom, followed by Celine''s surprised moan. "Ahh! Lucian!" She cried out, her body jerking against his. The sting of the spank quickly transformed into a warm, tingling sensation that spread across her asscheek. Lucian''s grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Celine''s ear as he whispered, "Did you like that, mother? Do you want more?" Before she could reply, his hand came down again, harder this time, the smack resonating through the bathroom. Smack~! Spank~ paah~! "Ahhh! Uhhnn!" Celine cried out, her body shuddering against his, "Son w-wait! It''s... it''s hur¨C mmmh..." Her load moans only fueled his lust, as Lucian continued, sometimes on right asscheek, then switching to her left. Pah~ Ahh! p~ huuhh! spank~~ Oohh!! The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the bathroom, apanied by Celine''s gasps and moans as she experienced a mix of pleasure and pain. Celine''s skin, soft and smooth, was now marked with red handprints that contrasted greatly against her milky white skin. The sting of the spank sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her p*ssy clench with wetness. Lucian could feel her wetness against his c0ck, her juices flowing more with each p, lubricating his dick. So he continued to p her ass, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp smacks, each one eliciting a new moan or gasp from Celine. As they reached the bathtub, Lucian paused, his eyes roaming over Celine''s flushed face. Her blue eyes were half-lidded with lust, her red lips parted as she panted softly. "Mother," Lucian suddenly felt an urge, so he spoke, his voice low and husky, "Stick out your tongue for me." Celine blinked, momentarily confused by the request. But the intense look in Lucian''s crimson eyes made her shiver with anticipation. Slowly, she opened her small mouth wider, extending her forked tongue. The sight of her unique tongue made Lucian''s c0ck twitch against her p*ssy lips. He watched as the two tips of her tongue trembled slightly, glistening with saliva in the morning light. Without warning, Lucian gathered saliva in his mouth. He leaned forward, positioning his mouth just above Celine''s. Then, he let a long strand of saliva drip from his lips onto her waiting tongue. Ptooey~! The thick, warm liquid pooled on Celine''s forked tongue, filling the crevice between the two tips. She moaned softly as she felt Lucian''s saliva mingling with her own, the act making her shiver. Lucian watched, mesmerized, as his mother''s tongue curled slightly, catching every drop of his saliva. The sight of her eagerly epting his saliva awakened something primal within him. "Swallow it, mother," Hemanded softly, his eyes locked on hers. Glup!! Celine obeyed without hesitation, closing her mouth and swallowing audibly. She savored the taste of him, enjoying the way his saliva slid down her throat. Lucian''s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Celine swallow his saliva. "Good girl," He murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in again, this time capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every crevice, dancing with her forked tongue. Slurp~ slhurp~ Then he ced her gently on the floor, then began to fill the bathtub. Celine knelt beside him, as the warm water slowly poured into the tub. She couldn''t help but notice the size of his c0ck, erect and pulsating. She reached out, her hand cupping his balls and massaging them gently. Lucian groaned softly, his eyes half-closed as he leaned back against the tub, enjoying the feel of his mother''s touch. "Son, why does it feel to have grownrger in my hand?" Celine asked, her voice soft. Lucian just smiled, "I''m not sure, maybe it''s just the changes in my body from breaking through to a new realm." She licked her lips seductively as she stroked his rigid cock, her hand moving up and down the red-flesh in long, slow strokes. Lucian''s breathing quickened, his hips arching up into her touch. At this moment, as the bathtub filled, Celine leaned forward, her mouth closing around the tip of his cock, "Then let me see if it tastes the same!" She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the thick head. Slurp~ gakh~ Lucian groaned, his hands gripping the edges of the tub. The warmth of her small mouth enveloped his cock, and he could feel the pressure building inside him. But just before he could explode, Celine pulled away, her face flushed with arousal. "Hehe..! See the bathtub is filled, so let''s enter," She said, "Moth er will continue in there." Lucian didn''t waste time. As he entered the bathtub, she soon followed, sitting his face and lowering herself down. He felt her p*ssy lips part as she settled herself on his face, her sweet juices dripping down her thighs. She leaned forward, her motherly breasts brushing against his c0ck as she began to suck him again Lucian groaned, feeling her tongue swirl around the head of his c0ck as she bobbed up and down. Gakh~ gakh~ Sluu~uurping~~ He too reached up, cupping her ass cheeks and spreading them apart, revealing her tiny assh*le. "Mother, how about we use this hole today?" Lucian suddenly asked. Celine gasped, feeling his finger slip into her sh!thole. She moaned, her back arching as he fingered her. "Wa-wait son, I''ve never used this... mpphh~" She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her clit throbbing. But Lucian seemed determined to take his time. He slowly stroked her assh*le, his finger sliding in and out. Squelch~ Squelch~ He leaned in, his tongue flicking over her clit and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. But the roughness of his tongue was almost too much for her to bear. As Lucian pulled out his finger, she gasped for air. She turned around, her ass now facing him. Lucian grinned, his hand reaching for the soap and rubbing it between his hands. Then, he rubbed his hands over her asscheeks, his fingers sliding in between them. Celine gasped softly as she felt his fingers enter her asshole. "What are doing son? Don''t touch there." "But it feels so good, mother. Doesn''t it? So just rx and enjoy it." Celine moaned softly as he began to massage her assh*le, his fingers sliding in and out, slowly stretching her unused hole. sluch~! sluch~! The pleasure was slowly bing overwhelming, and she found herself grinding against his face. She could feel herself getting wetter, her clit throbbing with every movement. Lucian was enjoying himself, his tongue licking and teasing her clit as he fingered her assh*le. He couldn''t help but notice how tight her hole was, how her muscles contracted around his fingers as he finger-f*cked her. He knew that if he pushed a little harder, he could easily slide his c0ck inside. So he did. He pulled his fingers out with a "plop", then asked, "Mother..." Celine immediately understood what Lucian wanted, even if she was hesitant to try an*l sex before. With a deep breath, she turned around and looked at Lucian, "Are you sure son? I mean this ce is dirty..." "Don''t worry mother, you don''t have to worry about that. The impurities you were talking about have all been washed away." Hearing his words, Celine rxed and lifted herself up. With her legs spread apart, she positioned herself above Lucian c0ck. Using her hands, she spread open her now slightly widen shithole. Lucian gripped his cock, pointing it at her asshole. Celine looked at Lucian''s face again, but seeing how eagerly he was looking at her, she slowly lowered herself, her hole touching his mushroom head. Then, with a sudden thrust, he pushed his cock into her tight hole. THRUUUST¨C!! "W-Wait, not so fast!" Celine gasped, her body stiffening. "Aaaaahhhhhnnnn~!!" Lucian didn''t listen. He kept pushing, his c0ck sliding deeper and deeper into her tiny ass. Her assh*le stretched around his cock, and she felt a burning sensation deep inside her. But as she looked down, she couldn''t help but notice the look of pleasure on his face. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted, his breathing quickening. Seeing her son in such pleasure, how could she, a mother, stop him? So she began to slowly rocked up and down, letting her tiny shithole adjust to his massive dick. squelch~Mphh~ squelch~Nhmm~ As he f*cked her ass, his hands slid up her body, cupping herrge breasts and massaging them gently. "Oh f*ck~" Celine moaned, feeling his cock throb inside her asshole with every movement. thrust~ thrust~ "Son, it feels so good... uhh... do-don''t stop... ahh~... f*ck your mother''s hole deeper" She couldn''t believe how good it felt. "You feel so good mother, your assh*le is good!" She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edges of the tub as she rode him. Pah~ puh~ Lucian reached up, his fingers pinching her nipples and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She could feel herself getting close to climax, her clit throbbing as she rocked up and down, her c*nt releasing juices with every thrust. But just before she could c*m, Lucian pulled out, leaving her assh*le gaping and twitching. THRUST¨C! Oooohhww~!! Before she could ask, he trust again, this time he was balls deep in a single thrust. She cried out, her back arching as she felt his cockpletely fill her asshole to the brim. And as she rode him, she knew that she would never be able same again. Chapter 83: Mother, Why Dont You Come With Us? [R18] As Celine rode Lucian''s thick boner, her voluptuous body rose and fell steadily. Squelch~! Squelch~! Herrge, round breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, sending droplets of water flying from her erect nipples. The morning sunlight caught the beads of sweat forming on her flushed skin, making her look like a goddess of lust. Lucian''s hands roamed her motherly body, caressing every inch of her soft, supple flesh. Lucian''s hands gripped Celine''s wide hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements, as she impaled herself on his long c0ck. The water in the tub sloshed with each thrust, spilling over the edges onto the marble floor. "Ahh... ahh... son, it feels so good," Celine moaned, her voice breathy and filled with lust, "Your cock is stretching my hole so much..." p! p! p! Thrust! umhh~ Thrust~ ohh~ The sound of wet flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the bathroom, along with their shared moans of pleasure. Lucian''s hips bucked upwards, driving his dick deeper into Celine''s tight hole. "Mo... mother... you''re so tight," Lucian groaned, his crimson eyes locked onto Celine''s bouncing breasts, "I can feel your asshole squeezing me so tightly," Lucian groaned, his hands moving to cup her bouncing breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from Celine. "Ahhn! Son, not there! I''m too s-sensitive!" She moaned. "But you love it, don''t you mother?" Lucian teased, continuing to y with her sensitive nipples. His fingers pinched and tugged at the hardened buds, sending jolts of pleasure straight to Celine''s core. "Yesss... I love it! OHHH GOD..." Celine cried out, her body shuddering, "Please, don''t stop! Squeeze me the harder!" p! p! p! sluch~! sluch~! The sound of flesh meeting flesh only grew louder and faster as Lucian too began to increase his pace. His hips pistoned upwards, driving his fat f*cktool deeper into Celine''s stretched asshole with each powerful thrust. "Ahn! Ahhn! Son... it''s so deep!" Celine moaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, "You''re reaching ces inside me I never knew existed!" Squelch~! Thrust! Squelch~! Lucian''s hands slid down Celine''s sweat-slicked back,ing to rest on her plump asscheeks. He spread them wider, watching in fascination as his dick disappeared into her stretched hole with each thrust. "Mama," He panted, his voice husky with lust, "Let''s try something different. I want you to see your beautiful face while I f*ck you." Without waiting for a response, Lucian wrapped his strong arms around Celine''s waist. At the next moment, in one fluid motion, he stood up, water cascading off their intertwined bodies. Celine gasped, clinging tightly to him as he lifted her up, his c0ck still buried deep in her ass. "Wrap your legs around me, mom" Lucianmanded softly, his crimson eyes burning with lust. Celine obeyed, locking her ankles behind his back, and wrapping her hands around his neck. Lucian''s strong hands gripped Celine''s creamy thighs as he carefully stepped out of the bathtub, water streaming down their intertwined bodies. With each step, his cock shifted inside her ass, sending sparks of pleasure through Celine''s body. "Son, wait, what are you¡ª" Celine gasped, clinging tightly to Lucian''s muscr shoulders. "Shh, mother. Trust me," Lucian murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, "You''ll surely love this!" He then carried her to therge mirror that hung on the bathroom wall. Gently, he pressed Celine''s back against the cool ss, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. "Look, mother," Lucianmanded softly, his crimson eyes meeting hers, "Watch as I f*ck you." Celine''s blue eyes widened in embarrassment as Lucian suddenly turned her around, his cock still inside her asshole, but now her back was pressing against his muscr chest. Lucian''s strong hands gripped her thighs, holding her up as he began to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep inside her stretched asshole. Pah~ aahh~ Puh~ p~ Thrust~ uhhn~ "OHH GOD, mmhh... SON!" Celine gasped, her nails digging into Lucian''s shoulders as she struggled to keep her bnce. "Do you like this, mother?" Lucian panted, his voice hoarse with desire, "Do you like watching me f*ck your asshole in the mirror?" Celine''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the sight of her own lust-filled face and the sensation of Lucian''s red dick stretching her tight asshole made her cry out in pleasure. "Yesss, F*CK I love it!" She moaned, her eyes rolling back, "I love feeling your c0ck deep inside my sh!thole." p! p! p! Lucian''s hips continued to m into Celine''s ass, his balls pping against her lower asscheeks with each thrust. Celine''s body shuddered, her legs trembling with exertion. "Son, I''m... I''m so close," she panted, her voice thick with lust, "Please, d-don''t stop... hnmm~ make me c*m... fill my hole..." Lucian grinned, his crimson eyes meeting hers in the reflection. "dly, mother," He whispered, his voice husky. Thrust~ Thrust~ Lucian''s hips pistoned upwards, his cock driving deep inside her stretched asshole with each powerful thrust. "Son, it''s t-too much! mphh... I''m gonna c*m!" Celine''s body trembled, as she felt her orgasm building with each thrust. She felt Lucian''s teeth sink into her neck, sending sparks of pain mixed with pleasure through her body. Sqquuuuuiiirt~!! Mmmmhhhh~!! With a sharp cry, she came, her body shuddering against his. Her asscheeks clenched, and her c*nt sprayed a torrent of her juices, soaking the mirror. Lucian groaned, feeling her sweet juices dripping down his thighs. His eyes met hers in the reflection, and he couldn''t help but notice the look of pure bliss on her flushed face. With a grunt, he thrust deep inside her, his cock throbbing with release, "Mother, I''m gonna c*m soon!" "Huff! C*m... huff... inside Lucian... give me your seeds!" Hearing Lucian, Celine incoherently replied, her eyes wetery and half-open, feeling his c0ck twitching against her walls. "C*MINGGGGG" His hot c*m spurted from his c0ck, filling her asshole to the brim. Spurt~~ Squirt~~ As their orgasms slowly subsided, Lucian slowly pulled out with a "plop", his c*m leaking from Celine''s gaping and twitching asshole. He sat her gently on the ground, his eyes roaming over her sweat-slicked, exhausted body. "That was amazing, son," Celine murmured, her voice husky with exhaustion, "I never knew an*l could be felt so good!" Lucian just smiled, his hand cupping her cheek, "The pleasure is all mine, mother." And as he gazed down at her, he couldn''t help but notice the satisfied smile on her beautiful face, and the way her blue eyes shone with motherly love and admiration. "Now, why don''t you clean my cock, mom?" Lucian said, grinning mischievously. Celine smirked, her hand wrapping around his still-hard boner. "dly." Sluu~urping~~ ... Celiney on top of Lucian''s chest in the warm bathwater, their bodies gently pressed together. thrust~squelch! thrust~squelch! Lucian''s cock moved slowly in and out of her hairless cave, sending gentle waves of pleasure through them both with eachnguid thrust. The warm water moved softly around them, creating a soothing pleasure. "Mother, why don''t youe with us?" Lucian suddenly asked, his voice low. His hands kneading her breasts as he spoke. Celine lifted her head from where it rested on his chest, her blue eyes meeting his crimson gaze. "Come with you?" She murmured questioningly. Lucian nodded, his hips still moving slowly and sensually. puh! pah! "Won''t you miss us when Isabe and I go to the Cultivation World?" Lucian asked, his crimson eyes searching Celine''s face, "It could be years before we return." Celine''s breath caught in her throat at the thought. Her p*ssy tightened around Lucian''s dick as she considered his words. "Of course, I''ll miss you two terribly," She whispered, "But the Cultivation World is no ce for someone like me. I have no magical aptitude." Lucian''s hands slid down to grip Celine''s voluptuous hips, guiding her movements as she too continued to movenguidly. "Magical aptitude?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Celine began to circle her hips as she rode him slowly, drawing a low groan from Lucian''s throat. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed down at her son. "Do you think I don''t know anything about the World outside of this small ce? Why do you think I wasn''t so surprised when I saw the condition of the bathroom''s tiles?" She spoke as she moved her hands to massage Lucian''s balls, her fingers expertly kneading the sensitive flesh. Lucian''s eyes widened, a mix of shock and curiosity crossing his eyes. His hands tightened on Celine''s hips, stilling her movements momentarily. "Mother, you mean!?" He asked, his voice full of arousal and intrigue. "Of course I know," Celine smile widened, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mystery, "It''s just that I don''t seem to have the aptitude to be... a Transcendent being. That bastard Maximilian already tested my aptitude long ago." Her fingers continued to massage Lucian''s big balls as she spoke, feeling his c0ck twitch inside her crack. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! Chapter 84: I Dont Think I Can Live Without You Anymore! [R18] "So don''t worry about m¨C" Before she could finish her sentence, Lucian suddenly leaned forward, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Celine''s ocean eyes widened in surprise as Lucian''s lips pressed against hers, cutting off her words. For a moment, she was frozen, caught off guard by his sudden gesture. But as his tongue traced the seam of her red lips, seeking entrance, she felt herself slowly melting into the kiss. Her lips parted, allowing Lucian''s tongue to slip inside. As their tongues met, Celine''s forked tongue moved and danced with his, deepening the kiss. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down both their spines. sllrp! slurp! mphh~ Lucian''s hands slid up, pulling her even closer as he devoured her sweet mouth hungrily. Celine moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers massaging his heavy balls quickly now. Their bodies pressed tightly together in the warm water, skin sliding against skin. p! Thrust! As they kissed, Lucian''s hips began to thrust faster, shing the water out of the tub. As she moaned muffledly into their kiss, Celine felt the pace of their f*cking increase. The gentle sounds of water against the tub''s sides soon turned into violent sshes as Lucian''s powerful thrusts sent waves rippling outward. p! p! Smack! Celine broke the kiss, throwing her head back as she gasped for air. Her voluptuous body bounced with each powerful thrust, herrge breasts jiggling enticingly. "Oh god, son! Wait, I-I just came¡­ ohh¡­ let me rest a bit!" She cried out, her voice thick with lust. "Mother, you don''t have to worry about not having any aptitude," Lucian ignored her moans, asking him to stop. "I''ve a way to make you a Transcendent, so juste with us!" Lucian dered breathlessly, his dick continuing to pound into Celine''s c*nt. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could respond, Lucian thrust even deeper, hitting a spot that made her see the stars. THRUST¨C! Ooohh~ "Ahhhn! Son, w-what do you me...mmhh... mean?" Celine gasped out between moans, her motherly body now bouncing with each powerful thrust. Lucian''s crimson eyes zed as he gazed up at his mother. His hands gripped her wide hips tighter, fingers digging into her extremely soft flesh as he continued his relentless pace. "There''s... ngh... a secret technique," He panted in pleasure as he felt her p*ssy walls clench tightly around his dick, "It can awaken...tent potential in... anyone!" sluch~! sluch~! Celine''s eyes widened, a mix of hope and skepticism shing across her flushed face. "A secret technique? But how¡ª aaahh~" Her words were cut off by a particrly deep thrust that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried out, her back arching as she felt Lucian''s cock hit her deepest parts. "Don''t worry about the details now," Lucian grunted, his hips maintaining their relentless pace. Even as he spoke, a flicker passed through his crimson eyes. Although he cared about Celine, but he couldn''t risk revealing the truth about the System. What if there were techniques or artifacts in the Cultivation World that could read minds? His greatest secret would be exposed then. No, it was safer this way. So he had simply made up an excuse. Celine felt doubtful; after all, how could someone who had never even entered the Cultivation World know such things? However, her mind was soon clouded by Lucian''s relentless thrusting, driving all coherent thoughts from her mind. "Ahhn! S-son, it''s too much!" Celine cried out, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Droplets of water clung to Celine''s milky-white skin, glistening in the morning light that entered through the bathroom window. Lucian''s hands moved to cup her ample breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he continued to pound into her hole. His thumbs flicked over her sensitive nipples, drawing out sharp gasps of pleasure. "Mother, you''re so beautiful," Lucian groaned, his eyes staring at her pleasure-filled face. Squelch~ uhhn~ Squelch~ nhhm~ Squelch~ "Oh god, son! Yes, yes!" Celine cried out, her body bouncing wildly atop Lucian''s. p! p! Thwack! "Mom... I''m so close..." Lucian''s thrusts became more urgent, his hips snapping upwards with increasing force. The water in the tub churned violently, sshing over the sides in great waves. Droplets of water flew from her hardened nipples as she cried out in ecstasy. "Yes, son! Fill me up! Give me everything!" She moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Pah! Puh! Smack! "Ahhh, Son~! So good! You''re going to make mommy c*m so hard!" She cried out, her body writhing in ecstasy, "Keep f*cking me! Don''t stop f*cking me, Son!" "So will youe with me mother?" Lucian asked as he pounded into her. "Yes! Yes! I''ming with you! You''re making me feel so good, Son!" Celine screamed, "I don''t think I can live without you anymore!" Her words seemed to ignite something deep inside Lucian and he picked up the pace, mming into her c*nt with all his might. He grunted as he felt his balls tighten and a familiar warmth spread through his body. "Ahh, fuck, Mom! I''m gonna c*m! I''m going to fill your p*ssy with my c*m, Mama!" Lucian groaned, his hips thrusting wildly. Celine felt Lucian''s cock swell up and pulse inside her. "Aaah! Aah! Lucian! YESS! C*m in me! C*m in your Mommy! Ahh, Son~! Fill mommy''s hole with your c*m!" She gasped, her body wracked with pleasure. "MOTHER!" He roared, thrusting deep one final time. Spurrt! Spurrt! Oooohhhhh~ His cock pulsed powerfully, shooting thick ropes of hot c*m deep into Celine''s quivering p*ssy. Lucian groaned as he emptied his balls into her, filling her pussy with his thick, creamy load. His hands gripped her wide hips tightly as he pumped into her stretching cave, his dick twitching and throbbing as he emptied himselfpletely. Celine moaned as she felt her son''s warm c*m fill her up, her p*ssy clenching around his pulsating cock. Squirt~ Sqquuuuuiiirt~ "OOHHH FUUUUCKK!" She shuddered as her orgasm rolled over her again and again, her p*ssy spasming and spraying her juices all over the tub. Lucian held on to her tightly, his cock still buried deep inside her slit, as he came down from his high. He felt his mother''s body rx and heard her breathing return to normal. *** The next day, Lucian sat cross-legged in the center of an empty room, his eyes closed in deep concentration, as he calmed his mind. The room was empty, with only a single window letting the sunlight in. Previously, Lucian had already surpassed the Marrow Refinement realm, entering the next Layer. Right now, his Realm in his Status Panel was as follows: --- [Realm]: Body Strengthening Realm, 5th Layer (Vein Refinement) --- Lucian took a deep breath, then, opening his eyes, he retrieved a pouch from his pocket and drew out a spirit stone. The low-grade spirit stone glimmered faintly in the dim light, its surface smooth and cool to the touch. Without hesitation, Lucian popped the stone into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Glup! As the spirit stone settled in his stomach, Lucian felt a familiar warmth spread through his body. Then, like a slumbering beast awakening from its den, his "Gluttonous" Innate Fate stirred to life on its own. The Spiritual Energy from the stone began to refine with the help of "Gluttonous", transforming into a pure, potent essence. Like a river finding its course, the energy began to flow through Lucian''s body. At first, the energy moved sluggishly, as if navigating unfamiliar terrain. But then, guided by an unseen force ¡ª perhaps Lucian''s cultivator instincts or the mysterious workings of his Innate Fate ¡ª it found its way into his circtory system. The moment the refined energy touched his veins, Lucian felt a jolt, as if lightning had struck him from within! His veins, once mere conduits for mortal blood, began to pulse with an otherworldly rhythm. The Spiritual Energy coursed through them, leaving no vein untouched. After Marrow Refinement, Vein Refining was the next realm. While skin and organs formed the foundation of a cultivator''s physical being, the veins were the highways through which their life force ¨C blood flowed. As the energy surged through his circtory system, Lucian could "feel" his veins expanding, not in size, but in capacity. It was as if they were being hollowed out, creating more space for energy to flow. At the same time, the walls of his veins were bing more stic, more resilient. They seemed to pulsed with newfound strength, ready to withstand the increased pressure of his cultivator''s blood. Hours passed, and Lucian remained motionless, lost in the sensations of his internal transformation. The Sun traversed the sky, its light shifting across the room as day turned to dusk, and still, he sat. As moonlight painted the sky in hues of silver, Lucian felt a change. The energy, which had been steadily flowing through his veins, began to pulse with increased intensity. Now nearly 10 hourster, a tremor abruptly passed through Lucian''s body. It started as a faint vibration, barely noticeable, but quickly grew in intensity. His muscles twitched and spasmed, and his skin began to take on a feverish glow. Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, dark blood began to expel from his body. It oozed from every pore, a thick, viscous substance that was more ck than red. The blood carried with it a pungent, metallic smell that filled the room. This wasn''t ordinary blood, but the umted impurities and toxins that had been lurking in his circtory system for years. As thest drops of tainted blood left his body, Lucian felt a sense of lightness, as if a great burden had been lifted from his very being. The expulsion of the impure blood seemed tost an eternity, but in reality, it was over in mere minutes. Then without warning, a "crack" echoed through his mind, like the sound of a great barrier shattering. In that instant, Lucian knew he had broken through to the nextyer of the Body Strengthening Realm. His veins, now purified and strengthened, pulsed with newfound power. Chapter 85: Do You Want To See Whats Underneath?[R18], 8th Layer - Blood Purification Inside a luxuriously decorated room, a handsome young man sat on a red sofa, his crimson eyes fixed intently on the beautiful, mature woman kneeling between his legs. The woman had blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting with the deep scarlet of her gown. As she knelt before him, the delicate fabric of her dress strained against her voluptuous curves, seeming on the verge of tearing at any moment. Her skin was milky white, her breasts full and motherly, and her waist so slim it could be easily wrapped with one hand. She slowly moved her hands, fingers grazing along the young man''s thighs as she began to remove his pants. Soon, she unfastened the button and lowered the zipper. A mischievous grin yed across her red lips as she pulled the fabric down. In one swift motion, she freed him from his clothes. At the next moment, the young man''s manhood sprang forth, impressive in its size and fatness. It pped against her cheeks with a soft "pah", startling her momentarily. Her eyes widened as she regarded the thick cock before her. She wet her lips in anticipation, parting them slightly. Leaning in, she ced a delicate kiss on the sensitive tip, letting out a soft "muah". A shudder ran through the man''s body at the contact. Then as she parted her lips wider, her pink tongue slid out and began to swirl around the mushroom head. She traced the contours of his boner with her tongue, eliciting a low moan from the young man. With a gentle suction, she enveloped his penis, taking him deep into her mouth. The hot wetness of her mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Sluuuurp~ slurp~ slurp~ lickinggg~! Her movements were steady and slow as she alternated between sucking and licking, and her hand ying with his c*m-filled balls. With her other hand, she gently peeled his foreskin as her tongue swirled around his sensitive ns, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. "Ugh... Auntie... You mouth feels so good..." He groaned, his hands clutching at the sofa cushions for support. "Umm..." She hummed in response, sending vibrations through his dick. Slurp! gagk~ gugh~ She sucked harder, increasing the intensity of her motions. He, too, began to thrust his hips forward, his hard-tool slipping deeper into her narrow throat with each motion, causing her to gag. But she took his penis without flinching, her almond-shaped eyes watery, her nose beginning to run slightly. The sensation was overwhelming. He could feel his climax approaching. "Nghh... I''m close..." He groaned. Hearing him moaning, she quickened her pace, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue tracing every inch of him inside her mouth. Suck! Suck! Slurp! She could feel him twitch inside her mouth, his breathing growing ragged. "Auntie.... I''m...ing!! With one final thrust, he came, his hot seed spilling into her mouth. Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~ She swallowed every drop, savoring the sweetness, her eyes closing as she slowly tasted his c*m on her tongue. She pulled away from him with a wet "pop", a thin bridge connecting her lips with his cock, her lips swollen and glistening with his milk. She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Delicious..." She spoke, her voice sultry. She licked her lips, savoring thest traces of him, "Nephew, your cock seems to have grown bigger! And your c*m is more sweeter than before!" The handsome young man chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight. He reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly, "Well, auntie, I wanted to let you have a taste before I leave. And also your mouth is truly magical." She blushed at his praise, a smile spreading across her beautiful face. She leaned in and ced a soft kiss on his cheek. "Come, let''s go upstairs. I want to show you my bedroom." With a yful wink, she stood up and extended her hand towards him, "Before you go, I want to enjoy the taste of your sweet c*m as many times as possible. So fuck me whole night!" The handsome young man grinned, his eyes filled with lust. He took her hand and allowed himself to be led towards the bedroom. This young man was, of course, Lucian. At this moment, he was with his aunt Eloise. Over the past two days, he had cultivated intensely, reaching the 8th Layer of the Body Strengthening Realm ¡ª Blood Purification. But when he tried to push further, Lucian realized he couldn''t. It seemed as though the Spiritual Energy didn''t "know" where to go or what to merge with. So after wasting a spirit stone, he reluctantly had no choice but to give up for now. He could only wait, and try again after entering the Azure Sword Sect. Even his Purple Innate Fate didn''t help him. It was as if he needed something more, something like a... "guidance"? ... As these thoughts quickly shed through his mind, his crimson eyes noticed how his aunt''s chubby ass was jiggling with each step she took. The red gown tightly wrapped around her curves, entuating her plump ass and breasts. Lucian couldn''t help but stare as he followed behind her. He felt his cock growing harder with each passing second. Suddenly, Eloise stopped in front of a door, opening it to reveal a spacious bedroom. She stepped inside, turning to face him with a sultry and mischievous smile. "Come inside, Nephew." She said in a seductive tone, "I''m going to suck your balls dry tonight." Lucian could feel his heart racing as he stepped into the room. He closed the door behind him, feeling the excitement building within him. "Auntie, you are so hot!" He eximed, "Your ass and breasts look so sexy in that dress." Eloise giggled. "Do you want to see what''s underneath?" She asked. Seeing Lucian nodding like a hungry beast, she slowly reached down and lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her white panties. They were soaked with her juices, which ran down her plump thighs. Lucian couldn''t help but gasp, "F*ck, you are so wet!" She smiled and lowered her panties, revealing her soaking p*ssy to him. Her cave was covered in a thinyer of blonde hair. "Do you want to lick me?" She asked. Lucian didn''t hesitate. He immediately knelt down and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue slid up and down her slit, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "Yes, Nephew. Ohh¡­. Ungh¡­. Just like that...ahh..." She moaned. Lucianpped at her clit, enjoying the sweet taste of her juices. He could feel her body quivering with pleasure, her knees bending as she ced her hands on his shoulder for support. shlurp~ lick~ slurp~ Using his fingers to spread her p*ssy folds wide, he continued to lick and suck her p*ssy, savoring every drop of her sweetness. After a few minutes, Eloise couldn''t take it anymore, "I need your cock inside me." She pushed him back and quickly removed her dress. She stood before him naked, herrge breasts jiggling with each breath. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with lust, her lips parted slightly. "Nephew, f*ck me now!" She eximed. Lucian too quickly stood up and undressed, "Yes, Auntie. Let me f*ck your hole..." With one swift motion, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Heid her down gently, taking in her beauty. He then positioned himself above her, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He pressed the fat tip against her wet crack, teasing her. Eloise couldn''t take it anymore. "Just f*ck me already!" She cried out. Lucian obliged. He thrust his dick deep inside her, filling her with his girth. THRUUUST¨C! She gasped as his cock stretched her inner walls. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. "Ohh Nephew, your dick sure has grown more fatty!" She cried out. Thrust! thrust! thrust! p! p! Lucian began to thrust, his hips mming against her with each motion. "Yes! Just like t-that! Oohh~" She moaned, "F*ck me harder!" Lucianplied, thrusting faster and deeper. Squelch~ Squelch~ His red cock slid in and out of her tightness with ease, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Eloise''s hands gripped his back tightly, her body writhing in ecstasy. "Fuck me, Nephew. F*ck me like a slut!" She cried out. Lucian picked up the pace, his hips pping against her ass with each thrust. He could feel his climax approaching. "Nephe-... ahh... ungh¡­ I''minggg..." sluch~! Squirtingggg~~!! Suddenly, Eloise came, her juices squirting out around his cock. Lucian also couldn''t hold back any longer. spurt! spurt!! "OHHH HOLY HELLLL!!!" With one final thrust, he came, his hot seed spilling inside her. The two of them copsed on the bed, their bodies covered in sweat and their breaths ragged. Eloise turned towards Lucian, a smile on her face. "Huff... you''re such a naughty boy, Nephew," She said, panting, "I can''t believe my naive nephew has... huff... be such a stud." Lucian grinned, "Auntie, you''re amazing in bed." Eloise chuckled, "I''m happy to please you. But next time, I want you to f*ck me from behind. My ass needs some attention too." She said, as she pped her fat ass. Lucian stared at her chubby ass, licking his lips in anticipation. Her soft flesh jiggling, he could barely contain his excitement. *** [A/N: I wrote this chapter in a hurry, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know in thements] The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! Chapter 86: Its This Long And Thick Brush! [Half R18] Looking at Eloise''s plump mounds jiggling, Lucian couldn''t help but say, "Don''t worry, Auntie. I''ll f*ck you so hard, you won''t be able to walk for days." Eloise giggled, "Oh, I''m looking forward to it. Your cock is so big and thick, I can''t wait to feel it inside my assh*le." Lucian grinned, "Thene and ride me, Auntie. Show me what you''ve got." Eloise wasted no time. She straddled him and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. Puh! Pah! Mphh! Thrust! As she bounced on his penis, her full breasts jiggled with each movement. Lucian couldn''t help but reach out and grab them, squeezing her nipples between his fingers. Squelch~ Squelch~ "Ohh Nephew, your cock feels so good! It''s streching my assh*le wide... " He felt Elosie''s assh*le clench around his cock as he drove his member in and out of her. Lucian smiled, "Yeahh... just like that... ride me, Auntie. Ride my fat cock like a sl*t!" Eloise quickened her pace, her hips grinding against him as she took him deeper and deeper. Her body quivered with each thrust. "Ahh!!" Lucian suddenly pushed upward, changing the position. Now hey her on her back and took her legs over his shoolders. His red cock was now ready to f*ck her asshole. "Nghh..." Eloise groaned in pain as his girth filled her ass. But she soon adjusted to his size, and the pain turned to pleasure. Thrust! Thrust! p! Lucian began to thrust, his hips pping against her ass with each motion. His balls were pping her asscheeks with each thrust. "Auntie, you are so tight! Your asshole feels amazing!" He continued to pound into her, his hands gripping her juicy thighs for support. "Yesss!... Nephew! F*ck me harder! ohh... I want to feel your c*m deep inside me!" Lucian obliged, thrusting faster and deeper. "Nephew, I want you to fill me up with your seed! Fill me up! Fill my naughty ass with your warm c*m!" "FUCKKKK...uhhm... I''M CUMINGGGG!!!" Lucian groaned, feeling the pressure building. He released a long load deep inside her, filling her asshole. She gasped and moaned as she felt his hot load pouring into her. Spurt! Spurt~ She could feel her body tingling from the sensation of being filled up with c*m. This was something she had experienced before many times, yet each time it brought her a different kind of pleasure. After a few minutes of rest, Lucian pulled out with a "pop". His cock was wet and slick with juices. She looked at him with lust in her eyes. "Do you want me to taste my own ass?" She asked seductively. Lucian nodded, and she took his cock in her mouth. Slurp! Slurp~ She sucked him clean, tasting his c*m and her juices. He groaned as she took him deep in her throat. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and she savored the taste of their mixed fluids. "You taste delicious," She moaned as she pulled away. Lucian looked at her, admiring her beautiful body. Her breasts were perfect, and her hairy p*ssy was still wet with her juices. Both of her hole were now filled with his milk, which slowly leaked out as they clenched and rx. She was just so sexy. "Aunt, do you want me help you scrape the c*m out of your ass?" Lucian suddenly asked. "Yes, nephew. Please help me." Smiling, she bent over on all fours, her voluptuous ass in the air, her beautiful breasts dangling like ripe peaches as she moved. Lucian knelt behind her and spread her soft cheeks, revealing her hole. Unlike her p*ssy, she didn''t have any hair around her sh!thole; it was clean and the entrance was a dark pink. After just f*cking her assh*le, it was gaping wide and twitching. Her assh*le was still puckered with thick c*m, and he slowly inserted his fingers inside. "Mphhh..." She moaned as he began to massage her inner walls. The sensation was amazing. He scooped out as much c*m as he could, and she moaned in delight. "You like that?" Lucian asked. "Yeahh! Ke-keep going! Ohhh! Nephew, your fingers felt different than your dick, but I love it..." He continued to massage her assh*le, "Aunt, do you know what is the best tool for scraping c*m out of assh*le?" Eloise turned her head back, "What is it?" "It''s this long and thick brush!" Lucian grinned. Lucian''s hand held his tool, which was now hard again. "Ohhhh~" Eloise moaned as he rubbed his cockhead against her c*m-filled hole. "Ahh! Ho... how can you be hard again? Did my ass feel that good?" Eloise asked with a smile. Lucian didn''t respond. He pushed his penis deep inside her assh*le once again. Thrust¨C! This time, he f*cked her slowly and gently. Thruu~uuust~~ Ah~ aap! ahh~ hmphm~ He didn''t want to hurt her, but he also wanted to enjoy every moment of her tight ass. As he f*cked her, his hand now massaged her p*ssy with his fingers. He felt her muscles clench as he moved his fingers inside her f*ckhole. She moaned in pleasure, and he could feel her body shaking beneath him. Lucian pumped faster and faster until he felt his third load approaching. "Aunt, I''m going to c*m... Where do you want it this time." Lucian asked as he began to increase the pace of his thrusting, his hands rubbing her clit harder. "Ahh... fa-face... nghh... my face... ohh... nephew... give me a thick facial... mphm.." He pulled out, turned her around, andid her on her back. Climbing on top of her, Lucian held his cock and released his load across her face, giving her a facial. Spurt~ Spurt~ Spurt~ Unnnhh~~ She moaned in ecstasy as his c*m poured over her face, and she stuck out her tongue trying to catch his milk. The two of them then copsed on the bed, their bodies covered in sweat and their breaths ragged. "Nephew, your cock is amazing. I can''t believe how much you''ve grown in such a short time." Eloise said, as she licked his milk off her face. Lucian chuckled, "But aunt we''re not done yet. I''m going to f*ck you all night long." Eloise grinned, "Bring it on, Nephew. I''m ready for more. But let''s take a shower first. Wanna join?" Lucian wasted no time. He quickly lifted her and walked toward the bathroom. His boner was throbbing with anticipation. *** The Body Strengthening Realm was divided into 9 small Realms/Layers. After the 5th Layer ¨C Vein Refinement, there was Nerve Enhancement. This sixth stage, known as Nerve Enhancement, was a crucial step in the Body Strengthening Realm. During this phase, the cultivators focused on refining their nervous system, from the central nervous system down to the tiniest nerve endings. This resulted in heightened reflexes, improved sensory perception, and a deeper connection between the mind and body. When Lucian broke the barriers of this realm, his mind expanded to new heights, surpassing his previous capabilities. Hisprehension and perception also transcended beyond mortal limits. The seventh realm, known as Muscle Tempering, was a transformative stage in the Body Strengthening Realm. During this realm, the cultivators focused on infusing every muscle fiber with Spiritual Energy, from thergest muscle groups to the tiniest strands. Before, Lucian could only break the bathroom tiles into small pieces. But now, with his newfound strength after breaking through, he could easily pierce a hole straight through them. And the next stage was Blood Purification. Right now, Lucian was at this stage. His blood had alreadypleted the purification, expelling the filth, strengthening his vitality and healing capabilities beyond a mortal''s level. But he couldn''t seem to break through further. Laying on the bed, with Eloise in his arms, sleeping peacefully, Lucian''s mind raced through this thoughts again as he opened this Status Panel. *** It was now past midnight, and the sky was pitch ck. Without the presence of the Moon or any visible stars, the night felt unsettling and eerie. A perfect night for killing! All the residents of the Capital City had already closed off their residences, shuttering windows. The streetlights flickered weakly, casting a pale yellow glow that barely cut through the darkness. The streets were deserted, except for the asional stray cat moving between shadows or rats running along the gutters. Amidst this deathly silence, a lone figure moved quietly and stealthily. This figure was running so fast that in a mortal''s eyes, it could leave afterimages. The figure was cloaked in a ck robe. Except for eyes, every part of the body was perfectly hidden. Judging by the size of the chest, even if a mortal were to see, they would easily identify this person as male. He blended seamlessly with the darkness, his footsteps making no sound on the streets. He paused at each intersection of the streets, scanning for any citizens foolish enough to be out at this unfortunate hour. But the figure detected no movement, or signs of life. Satisfied, he continued his silent journey through the sleeping city. Chapter 87: Lets Have A Little Chat, Shall We? The sky was without Moon tonight. The wind carried a chill with it as it blew through the air. The dark clouds gathered, making the already dark night even darker. Amidst the eerie night, a ck-d figure moved silently like a phantom, as if he already had a destination in mind. After turning through a few street intersections, he arrived near a building. He paused at the base of the building, his eyes scanning upward. The guards surrounding the building seemed not to sense his presence at all! Seeing the only window on the second floor from where dim light wasing out, he leaped onto the building wall and crossed it silently. In no time, he reached the window. The window was opened, and inside the room, there were two figuresying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Through the white sheet covering them, he could easily see how they were entangled in each other, their naked bodies pressed against each other. His eyes focused as he identified them. The one on the left, who seemed to be female, had her face buried in the chest of the other figure, who appeared to be a young man. From their clothes discarded on the floor, it was apparent that they had just finished their sexual intercourse. The man''s arm was around the woman''s shoulders, holding her tightly. The figure in the ck robe stared at them for a few moments before silently stepping into the room. ''I didn''t expect this little prince to have fucked his aunt,'' He thought in amusement, then seeing the beautiful face of woman, his lips curled up in a wicked smile. He had seen her before, and she was famous for her beauty. Now seeing her cuddling with her nephew, he couldn''t help but feel aroused. ''She looks like a true slut,'' He thought, licking his lips under the mask in anticipation, ''After killing this little prince, I can have my ways with her.'' He reached out and slowly pulled out a small knife from his robe. Swoosh!! With a swift motion, he plunged the knife into the head of the young man. But just at this moment, the young man who he had thought was sleeping opened his eyes, revealing a pair of crimson pupils that seemed to be glowing with an eerie light. Bang!! Before he could react, he was sent flying and crushed against the wall beside the window. Lucian leaped out of the bed, his eyes wide with shock and anger. He saw the figure in ck, who was now struggling to get up. He walked over to him, and kicked him hard in the face. "Ungh..." The figure groaned in pain, but he didn''t fall down. Instead, he jumped up and lunged at Lucian again, his knife shing in the dim light. But Lucian was faster. With a twist of his wrist, he grabbed the arm of the attacker and twisted it, forcing him to drop the knife. And before the man in ck robe could scream, Lucian filled his mouth with a c*m-filled panties he had used her to clean Eloise''s face earlier. "Don''t make a sound," Lucian whispered, "Or I''ll cut your balls off." The figure nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He couldn''t understand how could this mortal before his eyes move so faster than him!? ¡­ Earlier, as Luciany in bed with Eloise, his mind focused to his cultivation progress. He opened his Status Panel, the translucent interface materializing before his eyes. The characters flickered with an light as he examined his current condition: --- [Status] [System]: Fate Devouring System [Name]: Lucian Bloodveil [Realm]: Body Strengthening Realm, 8th Layer (Blood Purification) [Innate Fate Movement]: Gluttonous (Purple), Dragon-Demon Physique (Blue), Child of Fire (Blue), Cultivation Genius (Green), Longarms demaster (Green)] [Fate Points]: 15 Strands [Harem Member(s)]: 2 [Main Quest]: 1 [Sub-Quest]: 2 --- He frowned slightly. Despite his recent breakthroughs, he still felt stuck at the peak of Blood Purification. What was he missing to advance further? Suddenly, a chill ran down Lucian''s spine. His newly enhanced senses tingled with an ominous premonition. Calming his mind, as he felt how this unknown feeling seemed to be not too suffocating, so he closed his Status Panel and pretended to be asleep. Lucian wasn''t sure what this feeling was, so he thought it must be a cultivator''s instinct. But it was not too overwhelming. If it was, he would have left immediately without a second thought. Soon Lucian felt a "Whoosh" sound as if a dark figure slipped through the open window. His enhanced senses picked up the faint rustling of cloth and the nearly imperceptible footsteps approaching the bed. Lucian remained perfectly still, his breathing slow and even as he feigned sleep. He could feel Eloise''s warm body pressed against his, her soft breaths tickling his chest. The intruder seemed to pause at the foot of the bed, and Lucian could "sense" hungry eyes roaming over their entangled bodies. ... As Lucian subdued the intruder, the noise finally woke Eloise. Her eyes fluttered open, widening in shock as she saw the scene before her. "L-Lucian! What''s happening?" She gasped, clutching the sheets to her chest. ncing at her from the corner of his eye, his mind remained fully focused on the man, "It''s alright, auntie. Just an uninvited guest. Stay calm." He could see the fear in her eyes. But he needed her to keep a level head. "Aunt, listen carefully," Lucian said in a low voice, "I need you to get dressed quickly. There are guards rushing here now ¨C I can hear their footsteps. Go out and tell them to stop, that everything is fine. Tell them that you identally broke a flower vase." Eloise nodded. In a rush, she didn''t even ask how he could hear footsteps from such long distance. As she rushed out of bed, she grabbed her red gown and pulled it on. Her hands shook slightly as she tried to smooth down her messy hair, the rush making her forget to put on bra or panties making them to jiggle as she moved toward the door. "Are you s-sure?" she whispered, ncing nervously at the subdued man. Lucian nodded reassuringly, "I''ve got him. Now hurry, before the guards burst in here." Eloise cast onest worried nce at the ck-cloaked intruder, her eyes wide with fear. With a deep breath to steady herself, Eloise opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. The click echoed in the silence as she closed it behind her. Seeing his aunt finally out of the picture, Lucian turned his full attention to the man trembling on the floor before him. A gust of wind blew in through the open window, sending a chill through the room. The breeze moved Lucian''s snow-white hair, revealing his crimson eyes, which in the eyes of the trembling man seemed more devilish than human. As Lucian moved closer to the man whose one hand he had already crippled, the intruder''s eyes suddenly shed with ruthless desperation. Shoosh!! With his other hand, the man thrust a sharp needle towards Lucian''s exposed neck. It was as thin as a hair and only an inch long, glinting faintly in the dim light. In that split second, Lucian''s enhanced senses screamed danger. He could almost feel the deadly intent radiating from the tiny weapon. His body reacted instinctively, twisting to the side as the needle whistled through the air where his neck had been a heartbeat before. The assassin''s eyes widened in disbelief. No ordinary person should have been able to dodge that attack from such a close distance at such a high speed. But Lucian was far from ordinary. Although it took a long time to describe, it happened within a few seconds. Earlier the ck-cloaked man had been behaving pitifully only for this one chance. He didn''t remove the cloth from his mouth, nor did he try to escape even though the window was by his side. But it seemed that it too had failed. "Tch," Lucian clicked his tongue, his crimson eyes narrowing, "Trying to take me down with you? How predictable." With a swift motion, Lucian grabbed the man''s wrist, applying pressure. Crack!! "MPPPHHHHHHH~~~!!!" The man''s scream of agony was stifled by the cum-soaked panties stuffed in his mouth, transforming into a muffled, guttural sound that barely escaped his lips. His eyes bulged, tears of pain streaming down his face as the bones in his wrist shattered under Lucian''s attack. Lucian''s smile widened, a ruthless glint in his crimson eyes as he examined the needle he''d picked from the floor. It was so thin that under dim light, it was almost invisible, yet sturdy enough to pierce flesh and bone with ease. "Good stuff," Lucian murmured appreciatively. Then he looked at the man who now had both hands crippled, a cruel smile ying on his lips. "Whoever has sent you really is a stupid c*nt," Lucian said, his voice full of disdain, "Even after knowing that I, as a mortal back then, could kill mid-stage Body Strengthening Realm cultivators easily, after all these time how could they think someone like you could kill me?" The assassin''s eyes widened in terror, his body trembling uncontrobly. Sweat beaded on his forehead, mixing with the tears of pain still streaming down his face, as the realization dawned on him. Lucian twirled the needle between his fingers, the thin metal catching the dim light, "Now, let''s have a little chat, shall we?" Chapter 88: Just As I Promised The wind rustled the leaves, causing them to flutter and eventually fall from the branches. A gust of cool air swept in through the open window, drying the blood that had spilled from the man whoy sprawled on the grounds, his body trembling uncontrobly. When he attempted to kill earlier, Lucian punched upward with such force that his right hand bones shatteredpletely, bursting the skin and causing blood to gush out. Lucian had also cracked his left hand, causing his bone to tear open his skin. His shoulders were a gruesome sight, riddled with dozens of tiny puncture wounds, each no wider than a hair. Both of his legs were twisted in different angles, making it impossible for him to move. More blood slowly oozed from these holes, pooling beneath him in a crimson puddle, only to be slowly dry. Lucian didn''t damage any vital areas, only targeting the man''s less important parts. Each insertion of the needle sent waves of excruciating pain through the assassin''s body without causing life-threatening injuries. The agony was beyond anything the man had ever experienced, yet due to his strong vitality, he remained conscious, unable to fall into unconsciousness. After lucian''s torturous interrogation, he hadpletely lost his previous ruthlessness and decisiveness. His eyes now held only fear and desperation. His body trembled uncontrobly, asionally twitching as residual pain coursed through his nervous system. As Lucian used a chair to sit in front of the man, he asked, his voicecking any emotions, "Now, tell me who sent you." The assassin had already had his mask removed by Lucian, revealing his face. It was a young man in his early 20s with ck hair. His face was one that could easily be lost in a crowd. "If you answered me truthfully I''ll let you go." Lucian added. Although the man knew that Lucian''s promise was likely a lie, the unbearable pain and fear clouding his mind left him with no choice but toply. His survival instinct overrode his judgement. Lucian had already pulled out the panties form his mouth, so he spoke, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper, "It''s s-senior Xander who sent me... ngh... to k-kill you!" He swallowed hard, tasting blood as he said. Earlier when Lucian forced the panties into his mouth, few of his teeth had also broken. "Xander??" Lucian''s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise passing through his crimson eyes. It was unexpected, to say the least. He had previously thought it might be his dear brother Julius or perhaps his so-called uncle Marcus who wanted to kill him early. But he hadn''t considered that it would be the very person who was supposed to guide them out of this ce the day after tomorrow. A cool breeze swept through the room, causing the leaves outside to flutter like restless spirits. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lucian''s snow-white hair swayed gently, framing his face that now had a contemting expression. "Why did he want to kill me?" Lucian asked, his voice calmed. The man didn''t hesitate to answer, his voice stammering in rush, "I-I don''t k-know... he only told me to kill you, nothing else..." Sweat beaded on his brow, mixing with the tears and blood that stained his face. "What''s your Cultivation Realm?" Lucian asked. He didn''t continue with the previous topic, as the young man kept insisting that he didn''t know the reason. Lucian could more or less guess the reason behind, but he wasn''t sure if it was Marcus who ordered Xander to kill him, or if it was Xander''s own decision! The assassin swallowed hard, wincing as the motion sent a wave of pain through his brusied and battered body. "8th stage of the B-body Strengthening!" He spoke out slowly. Lucian''s eyebrows rose slightly, a flicker of surprise passing across his face before it settled back into its usual expression. "Then why did he send you? Didn''t he guess that my strength could improve?" Lucian''s voice was calm, curious. Seeing the man''s horrified expression, Lucian didn''t press further. Perhaps he thought he was still the same, only able to kill mid-stage Body Strengthening Realm cultivators. That must be why he sent this man at the 8th stage, thinking he would be enough to kill Lucian. A faint smirk yed on Lucian''s lips as he pondered this. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across his face, making his crimson eyes seem to glow. Lucian didn''t continue to ask this question, instead he asked the most important question that had been bothering him, halting this breakthrough, "Hey, why can''t I break through to the 9th stage?" The bloodied young man''s pupils contracted. Even with his panic-stricken mind, he couldn''t help but wonder how, despite being at the same stage, the disparity between them could be so vast. It was as if they were from twopletely different world! The assassin''s brow furrowed, confusion momentarily overriding his pain and fear. "W-what? You... you''re also at the 8th stage?" He stammered with disbelief. Previously he thought this man before him might''ve already reached 9th stage. And that was why he could easily defeat him. Lucian''s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint shing in their crimson depths. "Answer the question," He said, his voice menacing. The assassin swallowed hard, his throat constricting painfully as he gulped down a mixture of blood, saliva, teeth and the juices. The metallic taste barely hit his mind as he struggled to form a coherent response. "N-ninth stage," He said, his voice hoarse and trembling, "is called Meridian Awakening. You''ll need a cultivation technique to break through from the 8th stage to reach the peak of Body Strengthening..." He paused, coughing weakly, speckles of blood staining his lips. Lucian suddenly stood up, his eyes seemed to be zing with an intense fire. In a sh, he was at the assassin''s side, his hands gripping the man''s broken shoulders. "Ughh...!!!" The sudden movement sent shockwaves of pain through the assassin''s body, eliciting a pitiful whimper. "Tell me how can I get a cultivation technique?" Lucian asked, his voice trembling with barely contained excitement. Even though now Lucian had an idea of how to get a technique, he still asked. The assassin''s eyes widened in fear at Lucian''s sudden outburst. He could feel the young man''s fingers digging into his shattered bones, sending jolts of pain through his entire body. The pain was excruciating, yet he dared not cry out. Lucian''s mind raced, pieces of the puzzle finally falling into ce. The stagnation he had felt at the peak of the 8th stage ¡ª something was missing ¡ª it all made sense now. He needed a cultivation technique, a guiding to channel his energy and break through to the next realm. "You need to be a disciple of the sect to get a c-cultivation technique," The man replied stammeringly. As soon as Lucian got his answer, he swiftly swiped the needle across the man''s neck. Whoosh!! Puchi!!! A thin red line appeared on the man''s neck, quickly blossoming into a crimson flower. The assassin''s eyes widened in shock and horror. "Yo..u...!!!" he gurgled, his broken hands instinctively clutching at his throat. But it was useless. The wound had already cut open his artery, life was pouring out of him with each passing second. Lucian stood, watching indifferently as the light faded from the assassin''s eyes, "Just as I promised, I let you go, but to hell!" The man''s body twitched and convulsed, his broken legs kicking weakly against the floor. As the assassin''s life ended, the door to the room creaked open. Eloise slowly stepped inside, her eyes widening as at gruesome scene before her. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the blood-sttered floor. Eloise''s gaze darted from the assassin to Lucian, who stood over the body with an eerily calm expression. His snow-white hair gleamed in the dim light, a stark contrast to the crimson stains on his hands and clothes. Even she has killed before, but she felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched Lucian''s face. There was no flicker of emotion as he observed the man''s final moments. She still couldn''t believe how much Lucian had changed. For a moment, she even thought that her nephew might''ve been possessed. Lucian turned around, his crimson eyes meeting Eloise''s shocked gaze. A small smile yed on his lips, a stark contrast to the gruesome scene behind him. Seeing Lucian, Eloise soon recovered, her lips curled into a seductive and mischievous smile. To her this Lucian was more sexy, she even felt her pussy wetting at his manly appearance. "Aunt, you came at the perfect time," He said calmly, his voice smooth as silk, "Call your death guards to clean this mess. Normal guards won''t do." As he approached, Eloise could smell the metallic scent of blood clinging to him. He walked to her, and before she could ask anything, he kissed her lips. Eloise''s eyes widened at the sudden kiss, but she didn''t pull away. Smooooch~~ Instead, she leaned in, hugging Lucian''s blood-stained body. When they finally parted, her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in short, quick gasps. Chapter 89: Mother, Consider This A... Preview Of What’s About To Come! [Mild R18] Time flew by like a wild horse galloping through the wilderness, never to return again. Lucian enjoyed his time with Eloise, savoring every moment before his departure to the Empress Pce. Before leaving, Eloise also agreed to be Lucian¡¯s woman officially, increasing his Harem Member(s) to 3. Eloise had also promised that she wouldn¡¯t go to her brother anymore. She would wait for Lucian to take her to the Cultivation World. As for the Emperor, from the day Lucian returned from the Dukedom until now, he hadn¡¯te to meet him. Lucian, too, hadn¡¯t actively tried to meet him. The Emperor didn¡¯t even question Celine when she told him she would be going with Isabe. He hastily agreed. And when Celine told Lucian this, he couldn¡¯t help but think that his so-called father was behaving as if he wanted Lucian to leave as soon as possible. Lucian could more or less guess the reason. After all, he had already killed a few mid-stage Body Strengthening Realm cultivators, and with the Emperor himself being at that stage, it was only natural that he would be afraid of him. But Lucian had no interest in the throne of a mortal Empire, not after learning of the existence of the Cultivators. *** It was past midnight now. The Moon hung like a crescent bow high in the sky, casting a soft silvery glow over the sleeping city. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine. At this moment, Lucian stood behind the Royal Pce, hidden in the shadows of its towering walls. This secluded area was one of the secret passages used by the Royal Family to leave the Capital City unnoticed, known only to the Royal Family. Lucian wore a crimson robe that matched his scarlet eyes, its fabric shimmering subtly with each movement. His snow-white hair was tied back with a simple ck ribbon, a few loose strands falling around his face, entuating his handsome features. His crimson eyes shone with excitement and anticipation, reflecting the pale moonlight like twin pools of blood. In front of him was a normal carriage that looked like something onlymoners would use. Four ck horses stood before it, their sleek fur shining under the moonlight. The carriage had wooden wheels strengthened with iron rings, built to handle bumpy roads on long trips. It was in and painted a dull brown to avoid attracting attention. Its curtains were closed, hiding thefortable and rich interior that didn¡¯t match its simple exterior. Tap! Tap! As Lucian stood watching the moon, light footsteps followed by the sweet smell of orchids drifted through the air, one that brought a slight smile to his usual face. As he turned around, Lucian saw two breathtakingly beautiful women walking towards him. One of the women wore a flowing white gown that hugged her curvaceous body, entuating every curve, with a slit up to her thighs. Her blue hair was tied up in a simple yet elegant bun, held in ce by a beautiful silver pin adorned with intricate butterfly designs. With each step she took, the pin¡¯s delicate charms tinkled softly, creating a sweet melody. The other woman was equally stunning, though in a different way. Although she was not as mature as the woman beside her, her hourss figure was enough to make any man drool. She wore a light blue skirt that fluttered gently in the night breeze, asionally revealing glimpses of her milky white legs. Even though Lucian had seen them many times before, the sight still made his hands itch to touch and feel her soft skin. The fabric clung to her curves, entuating the swell of her ample breasts and the narrowness of her waist. Her blue hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. They were none other than Celine and her daughter, Isabe. Isabe had a beautiful smile, her hands wrapping one of Celine¡¯s hands as she walked. She was naturally happy that her mother would being with her, and of course, she knew it was Lucian who had managed to make it happen. After all, it was she who had given him the means to conquer her. If this had happened before, before Lucian had yet to fuck her, and Celine were to find out, she surely would have been furious. But now, she hadpletely submitted herself to Lucian. But, of course, Lucian had not yet told her about his rtionship with her daughter. The moonlight danced across Isabe¡¯s face, highlighting the joy in her eyes. Soon, they approached Lucian¡¯s side, with Celine in the middle of them. There were no guards or maids, only three of them and an old man who was going to handle the carriage. The old man wore a simple ck robe, its edges frayed from years of wear. He stood silently beside the horses, his weathered hands sping the reins loosely. His eyes were fixed on the ground, not daring to look up at the trio for fear of displeasing them. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soft symphony that mingled with the asional whinny of the horses. Looking at the carriage, Isabe pouted, her full lips forming a delicate curve. "Is this what we¡¯re going to use?" She looked at Lucian and asked, her blue eyes wide with disbelief. But instead of Lucian, it was Celine who replied, her voice soft, like silk, "Sweety, why do you think we¡¯re using this road to leave the capital?" She didn¡¯t wait for Isabe to reply, and continued, her blue eyes twinkling with maternal patience, "It¡¯s to not attract any attention. And this carriage is perfect, don¡¯t you think?" Lucian suddenly added, "Why don¡¯t you go and check the interior, sister?" Isabe¡¯s eyes lit up with curiosity. She stepped forward, her light blue skirt swishing around her legs as she moved. The old man, still avoiding eye contact, hurried to open the carriage door for her. As Isabe peered inside, her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the luxurious interior of the carriage. The inside was a stark contrast to its humble exterior, decorated with soft fabric seats in a deep purple. In one corner, a small ss bottle filled with red wine sat on a small wooden table, apanied by three sses. The table had apartment that held many wine bottles for the journey, along with some dry food. The air inside was perfumed with a subtle scent of sandalwood and jasmine, creating an atmosphere offort. Three bags were also ced in a corner; they contained their daily necessities and clothes. But the space inside was cramped, suitable for only two people to usefortably. But Lucian chose this carriage for exactly this reason. After all, if they were to sit separately, he wouldn¡¯t be able to implement his "n". As Isabe continued to look inside, Lucian¡¯s gaze shifted to Celine¡¯s side profile, his eyes tracing the elegant curve of her slender neck and the soft swell of her mothey breasts. Unable to resist, Lucian¡¯s hand stealthily moved behind her, his fingers sying across the smooth fabric of her gown. Then with a sudden, firm grip, he squeezed her juicy ass, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers. "Ehh!" Celine gasped softly, her ocean eyes widening in surprise. A delicate blush crept across her cheeks, visible even in the dim light. She turned her head slightly, meeting Lucian¡¯s intense gaze. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of shock and barely concealed lust. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as Lucian kneaded them feeling the firm texture of her soft asscheeks through the dress. "Mphh... Son, I-Isabe¡¯s here! Ngh... Don¡¯t... umhh... not n-now!" She looked at Lucian and whispered, her voice breathy and strained. Despite her words, Celine made no move to push Lucian¡¯s hand away. Her body trembled slightly under his touch, betraying her growing arousal. Lucian then leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he murmured, "But mother, you¡¯re looking so beautiful. How can I resist?" His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. But Lucian¡¯s hand didn¡¯t cease its movements. Instead, his fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her buttocks, eliciting another barely suppressed moan from Celine. Previously, Lucian had already told her not to wear any panties. After all it would feel entirely different to touch her asscheeks with panties on. Celine bit her lower lip, struggling to maintain herposure as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her gown. "We have a long journey ahead, mother," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "Consider this a... preview of what¡¯s about toe." Celine¡¯s breath hitched as Lucian¡¯s hand slid between her legs. Her thighs parted instinctively, allowing him better ess. The thin fabric of her gown did little to mask the heat emanating from her p*ssy. Lucian¡¯s skilled fingers traced the outline of her c*nt, feeling the dampness beginning to seep through. "L-Lucian," Celine whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of lust and trepidation. Her eyes darted towards the carriage where Isabe was still exploring the luxurious interior, "We shouldn¡¯t... Isabe might see...us!" But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her words. Her wide hips rocked subtly against Lucian¡¯s hand, seeking more friction. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on her flushed skin, highlighting the rapid rise and fall of her full chest as her breathing quickened. Lucian¡¯s crimson eyes gleamed with mischief and lust, "What¡¯s this, mama? You¡¯re saying one thing, but your hole is saying something entirely different!" *** [A/N: I¡¯ve skipped Eloise¡¯s Status Panel for now. It¡¯ll be revealed in the future] Chapter 90: Now, Where Were We, Mama? [Mild R18] Thwap!! Thwap!! As the ck horses pulled the "worn-out carriage" through the muddy soil, their hooves sank deeper with each step. Pitter!! Patter!! The light drizzle that had been falling since their departure from the capital slowly began to slowly intensify, fat droplets sttering against the carriage roof with increasing frequency. Boom!!! Thunder crashed overhead, the sound reverberating through the air like the angry roar of a wild beast. shes of lightning illuminated the darkened sky, briefly casting eerie shadows across the wetndscape. The carriage rocked and swayed as the wind intensified, making it harder for these ck horses that had been running for nearly 8 hours to maintain their footing. Their once-sleek coats were now wet and dripping, steam rising from their heaving sides as they struggled against the growing storm. Although it was now morning, the dark clouds covering the sky cast a false night over thend, turning day into an eerie version of night. The carriage had a shed where the old man was sitting controlling the horses, preventing him from being soaked, but as the rain intensified, stream of water began to seep through the cracks in the worn wooden nks. Droplets trickled down his wrinkled face, mingling with the sweat of sweat as he struggled to keep the horses on course. The only option for the old man now was to knock on the wall behind him. After a moment, a small hole opened, just big enough for sound to pass through, and Lucian¡¯s voice came out from inside, "What do you want?" "P-prince, the horses can¡¯t run in this weather anymore!" The old man shouted, his voice barely audible over the howling wind and crashing thunder, "We need to find shelter, " Lucian could see the steady downpour of rain and the asional burst of lightning that lit up the sky through the carriage window, which was opened slightly ¡ª just enough to avoid being seen by anyone outside. "So, what do you suggest?," Lucian replied, his voice calm despite the chaos outside. "There¡¯s an oak tree nearby. We can take shelter there until the rain passes," The old man suggested urgently. Seeing Lucian nodded, his weathered face etched with relief. He turned back to the reins, guiding the exhausted horses towards the massive oak tree in the distance. ... Inside the carriage, Lucian closed the small hole and sat back on the seat. He was seated in the middle of the two women, their warm curveceous bodies pressed against him in the cramped space. Isabe was looking out the window, her blue eyes filled with curiosity. Unlike when Lucian first met her, when she had been cold as a hundred-year-old ice, she now began to reveal the personality of a woman in her 20s. However, in the presence of strangers, her demeanor was remained as frosty as a winter¡¯s night, yet when facing Lucian, she transformed into a cat yearning for his touch. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as each sh of lightning illuminated thendscape. "It¡¯s beautiful, isn¡¯t it?" She whispered softly as she watched the carriage change its course, entering the light forest at the side of the road while sipping wine. "Y-yes darling, it¡¯s looking b-beautiful..." Replied Celine stammeringly, but the loud thunder drowned out her words, and Isabe didn¡¯t notice. Earlier when Isabe learned that her mother had changed her name to Celine, she also wanted to change hers. However, knowing how much Lucian liked her name, she decided to set the matter aside. But if Isabe were to look behind, she would have noticed how her mother¡¯s beautiful face was flushed, her breathing slightly quickened. Celine¡¯s ocean blue eyes were half-lidded, her red lips parted as she struggled to maintain herposure. The reason for her state was of course Lucian. Right now, Lucian had a soft nket covering him and Celine, spread over theirps and torsos. Lucian didn¡¯t light any candles inside the carriage; only the asional thunder illuminated the interior. Although Isabe already knew Lucian had f*cked her mother, still Lucian covered themselves as his hands slowly moved beneath the nket. After all, Lucian could feel that Celine was more aroused the more he fingered her hole in the presence of her daughter, so he continued. Under the nket, Celine¡¯s legs were parted, the slit of her crimson gown revealing her plump thigh, allowing Lucian to touch her skin. His fingers tracedzy circles on her inner thigh, inching ever higher with each pass. Celine¡¯s breath hitched as his hand brushed against her p*ssy folds, her body trembling with barely contained lust. And the fact that her daughter sat mere inches away, oblivious to their illicit activities, sent a forbidden thrill through her. After all, unlike Isabe, she still thought that Lucian had only sex with her. Lucian leaned in close, his tongue licking the shell of Celine¡¯s ear as he whispered, "You¡¯re so wet already, mother!" Thrust~~ Sluch~ He slid two fingers inside her slick c*nt, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers. Lucian entered her hole slowly as he watched her expressions. Celine bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes flickering towards Isabe. But her daughter¡¯s eyes were still focused on window, mesmerized by the storm outside. "Ahh, Lucian, nghh, we can¡¯t...not here...what if she sees?" Celine whimpered, her voice trembling with lust and fear. Lucian ignored her protests, his fingers pumping in and out of her c*nt. Squelch! Squelch! "But you like it, don¡¯t you, mom? The danger of being caught, the thrill of knowing your daughter is inches away," He murmured, his voice husky and low. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. Thrust!! Rub~bing~!! "N-no... I... don¡¯t...!" She gasped, her head falling back against the seat. She could feel herself approaching her climax, her body tensing with each thrust of Lucian¡¯s fingers. Celine couldn¡¯t deny how turned on she was by this illicit act, her juices coating Lucian¡¯s fingers as he finger-fucked her p*ssy. Her hands gripping lucian¡¯s arm tightly, her nails digging into the fabric of his robe. Lucian could see how Celine was struggling to hold back her moans, her breathing quickening as she neared her climax. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered softly, looking into her eyes, "Don¡¯t hold back, mama. Let it allllll out..." THRUST!! With onest rough thrust of his fingers, Celine reached her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure as she struggled to contain her moan. Squirt!! Squirt!! "Mpphh~" She bit into Lucian¡¯s shoulder to stifle her cries, her p*ssy mping down on his fingers. Lucian watched her with a smirk on his lips as she came down from her high, her bountiful chest heaving and her face sweaty. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and desire, her eyes darting towards Isabe, who was still oblivious to their activities. "Well, that was an appetizer, mama." Lucian said as he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, "How Delicious!" "And this is just the beginning of our journey together. I can¡¯t wait for what else awaits us." "Y-you¡¯re crazy!" Celine replied, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. But deep down, she couldn¡¯t deny the excitement that coursed through her veins at the thought of what was toe. Outside, soon the carriage came to a halt as the horses walked beneath the shelter of a massive oak tree. The old man jumped off the carriage and tied the reins to a nearby branch. He then knocked on the carriage wall again, and through the small hole, Lucian asked, "How long do you think we¡¯ll have to wait until the rain stops?" "It¡¯s hard to say, Your Highness. It might be a couple of hours," The old man replied respectfully. "Then take care of the horses and get some rest yourself. We¡¯ll wait until the rain stops and continue our journey." After the old man nodded, Lucian closed the hole again. "Well, it looks like we have some time to kill," He murmured, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. Celine looked at him warily, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lust, "What did you have in mind, son?" She couldn¡¯t believe how horny she felt with Lucian around. It was as if years of pent-up desire were now erupting like a raging volcano. "I was thinking you should get some sleep, Mama," Lucian said, his hand resting on her thigh once again under the nket, feeling her softness. As Celine saw Lucian¡¯s smile, she couldn¡¯t help but shudder with anticipation. She knew that there was no escape from his clutches. And deep down, she didn¡¯t want to escape. Isabe turned to look at them, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity, "What are you guys talking about?" Lucian smiled, "Ohh, it¡¯s nothing serious, sister. Why don¡¯t you continue cultivating the way I taught you? We¡¯ll wake you up when the rain stops, so you can keep enjoying the scenery." As Isabe saw how Lucian looked at her, she couldn¡¯t help but blush as she immediately understood what he was talking about. She nodded, closing her eyes, and began to cultivate. Lucian then leaned over to Celine, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss, "Now, where were we, mama?" Chapter 91: Son, Im Not Sure If This Is A Good Idea! [R18] Initially, Lucian had 10 low-grade spirit stones. He used 8 of them to advance to the Blood Purification stage, but when attempted to break through the next stage with one, he didn''t seed. So he could only stop his attempts, for now. The assassin also had 3 low-grade spirit stones, which Lucian imed after killing him, bringing his current counts to 4. Ever since they departed from the capital city, he had been teaching Isabe and Celine everything he understood about Cultivation so far. He even gave each of them a low-grade spirit stone. Isabe also had a Purple Innate Fate rted to her physique, but unlike Celine, hers wasn''t in a dormant state. So Lucian didn''t think she couldn''t handle the energy from the stone. And he was right. ... Seeing Isabe now cultivating, Lucian turned to face his mother, Celine, whose face was flushed with a mixture of lust and trepidation. His hand moved, touching her fat hips from the side, and she froze momentarily but immediately understood his intention. Even though her heart was pounding, she looked at her daughter, who was now closing her eyes to meditate, and then slowly lifted up her hips, allowing his hand to slide through the slit of her gown, as his hand began to knead her soft, chubby asscheek. Her breathing was getting more and more erratic as she felt her lust growing. But she was determined not to give in, not with her daughter sitting right next to them. However, Lucian too was determined not to let her resist. Outside the sky had darkened, with the roaring of thunder intensifying. The wind howled through the branches of the ancient oak tree, its leaves rustling in a frenzied dance. Heavy rain beat against the carriage, creating a constant drumming on the roof that almost drowned out the sound of their ragged breaths. Inside the carriage, as Lucian hadn''t lit any candles, so it was dim. Only the asional sh of lightning that pierced through the oak tree''s encircling branches would illuminate the interior, casting fleeting shadows across their lust-filled faces. As Lucian''s hand began to squeeze Celine''s deliciously supple asscheek under her weight, his other hand wrapped around her head, fingers tangling in her silky blue hair. He gently pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear, giving them a lick as he whispered softly, "Rx, mama. Let me take care of you. Sister won''t be able to see us properly in the darkness." Lucian''s crimson eyes gleamed with lust as he looked into Celine''s ocean eyes, the intensity of his gaze making her shiver with anticipation and excitement. The carriage creaked and swayed with the wind, the sound of rain drumming on the roof, as the darkness only seemed to intensify the lust burning within his gaze, making his eyes glow like embers in the night. Celine still hesitated, her voice barely a whisper, "But son..." But her protest was cut short as Lucian''s lips crashed against hers, silencing her words with a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, darting towards Isabe. But as Lucian''s tongue pressed insistently against her soft lips, demanding entrance, Celine felt her resolve slowly crumbling. "Mphh..." With a soft whimper, her rosy lips parted, allowing Lucian''s tongue to slip inside. As their tongues danced together, Celine''s eyes fluttered closed, losing herself in the sensations. Her forked tongue wrapped around Lucian''s, their saliva mingling as they explored each other''s mouths. slurp~ shluuurp! lick!! The wet, slick sounds of their kiss were barely audible over the storm raging outside, but to Celine, they seemed deafeningly loud. Lucian''s hand continued to knead her soft ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, causing her to arch into his touch. His other hand held her head firmly, angling her face to deepen the kiss further. He tasted every corner of her sweet mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a rough kiss. As their tongues intertwined, Celine felt a warmth spreading through her body, slowly igniting a fire in her. Celine''s resistance soon melted away like snow in the summer sun. She surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, her body arching into his touch. She moaned into the kiss, her voice muffled by Lucian''s mouth, as his fingers continued to squeeze her milfy-ass. His other hand left her head, now sliding up her creamy thigh and caressing the smooth skin. As their tongues continued licking, Lucian''s hand crept higher, his fingers brushing against her swollen p*ssy, feeling her wetness. She now had a soft patch of pubic hair around her crack, which felt incredibly soft to the touch. Thrust~~ Thrust~~ Lucian slid two fingers inside her drenched folds, pumping in and out of her dripping c*nt. Squelch! Squelch! He curled his fingers inside, hitting her sweet-spot, causing her to gasp and arch her back, herrge breasts jiggling with the movement. Soon, with a thick bridge of saliva between them, their kiss broke. "Huff! Huff!" Celine''s lips were swollen, her blue eyes ssy with lust. Lucian leaned in, his lips nibbling her slender neck, leaving a red mark. His warm breath tickled her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He whispered, his voice husky and low, "That''s a good girl, mama. Now why don''t you lick me too?" Lucian smirked as he pulled up the nket, revealing his blood-red fat cock bulging, "Don''t worry, mother. If sister asks, I''ll just say you''re asleep." Celine looked at her daughter, who still had her eyes closed and was cultivating, before turning to face Lucian. "Son, I''m not sure if this is a good idea! She''s sitting right there!" "Shhhh, mama. Don''t worry. I''ll keep the nket over us," Lucian reassured her. He gently pulled on her hair, bringing her beautiful face closer to his rigid cock. With a small sigh, she took a deep breath, her nostrils ring as she inhaled his musky scent. Her lips quivered slightly, before opening wide and taking the tip of his fat dick into her mouth. sluuuurrrppp~ She sucked his cock like a hungry sl*t, her head bobbing up and down, her forked tongue swirling around the thick tip. Her hands were gripping his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his robes. Lucian let out a groan, his head thrown back in pleasure as his mother sucked him. Celine''s lips stretched over his thick boner, her eyes half-closed in lust, her face flushed with arousal. She couldn''t believe she was doing this, her daughter just a few feet away. But the thrill of being caught, the taboo nature of their illicit activities, only intensified her arousal. Her lips slid down his cock, inch by inch, her nose soon pressing against his pelvis. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking him slowly, her mouth and throat working in unison. Lucian''s grip tightened on her hair, pulling her down, her throat bulging as he fucked her mouth-p*ssy. Gag!! Gakh!! Ughh~ slurp! He could feel the tightness of her throat around his dick, her saliva dripping down his balls. Celine''s eyes were watering, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his cock, her head bobbing furiously. Even as a mortal he couldst so long, and now his stamina had more than doubled, making it impossible for Celine to make him c*m quickly. Squelch~ lick~ Thrust! sluuuurp~~!! And as she sucked and slurped on his f*cktool, the sound of rain hitting the roof, the thunderps, and the asional sh of lightning made her feel like they were in a private room, a world all their own. And for a while, she lost herself in the act, her mind floating, her thoughts drifting away. She focused solely on the feeling of his thick penis sliding in and out of her tiny mouth, his musky scent filling her nostrils, her senses overwhelmed. She could feel her own p*ssy leaking, her juices dripping down her thighs. And as she continued to suck, she felt his hand slide up her thigh again, his fingers probing her soaked folds. Feeling her son''s fingers in her drenched f*ckhole, she couldn''t help but moan, the sound muffled by his dick still filling her mouth. As her head rocked up and down, Lucian''s fingers began to pump in and out of her c*nt, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit. Celine''s mind was in a fog, her thoughts clouded by lust. She was no longer thinking, just feeling, her body reacting on its own as two of her holes were now being f*cked by her son. Under the nket, her forked tongue continued to caress his dick, while her hands softly massaged his soaked balls. The hand Lucian was using to hold Celine''s head in ce, now slowly moving towards Isabe. As his fingers began to rub her cheek, Isabe''s blue eyes abruptly snapped open. However, due to the loud thunder outside, Celine didn''t hear Isabe''s surprised gasp. She saw Lucian''s hand moving slowly, and before he could say anything, she took his finger into her mouth. Slurp~! Shlurp~! Slurp!! She began to suck him as well, her tongue wrapping around his finger as if it were a miniature version of his penis. Lucian grinned as he noticed how Isabe was looking at her mother''s head that was under the nket, which was moving up and down. She wasn''t surprised, instead to see her own mother sucking the same cock she had in her c*nt, which making her even more horny. Soon, her eyes met Lucian''s, and she leaned forward silently, her face inches from his, before their lips met. Chapter 92: Pleasure Between Three [R18] The rain outside intensified, a torrential downpour that pounded the oak tree relentlessly, with no sign of stopping. Wind howled through the ancient oak''s branches, causing the vehicle to sway and creak ominously. The creaking of wood matched the wet, squelching sounds emanating from beneath the nket where Celine''s head bobbed up and down. Slurp! Slurp!! Lick! Gagk~ Right now, Lucian''s right hand continued its movements, his two fingers plunging in and out of Celine''s dripping c*nt. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers. He curled his fingers, pressing against that spot that made her shudder and moan around his cock. His thumb circled her swollen clit, eliciting muffled whimpers of pleasure. Squelch! Squelch! Thrust! Mphh~~ Under the nket, with theck of oxygen, Celine''s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her breathing bingbored. She stopped, inhaling deeply while Lucian''s penis still filled her mouth. The musky scent of his arousal flooded her senses, making her head spin with lust. Taking a deep breath, she began to move again, her lips sliding along his boner as Lucian''s red-flesh entered her mouth back and forth. He felt the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him, her forked tongue swirling around his fat base. Celine''s forked tongue danced along the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent veins and ridges. Her saliva coated his length, making each thrust smoother, more intense. Lucian could feel every ridge and bump of her throat as he pushed deeper. Gakh! Gugh! Slurp! While his left hand held Isabe''s head, angling her beautiful face for a deeper kiss. Smooching~~ slurping~ Although she was kissing Lucian intensely, her tongue swirling with his, Isabe''s gaze kept darting to her mother''s movements beneath the nket. She noticed how Celine stopped, then started to bob her head again with renewed vigor. Isabe''s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her breathing bing more erratic as she watched the rhythmic motions of the nket. She could hear the wet, squelching sounds of her mother''s movements, barely audible over the storm raging outside. Each sh of lightning illuminated the interior for a brief moment, giving Isabe fleeting glimpses of her mother''s blue hair spilling out from beneath the nket. Lucian soon broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips. He smirked at Isabe, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered softly, "Does it excite you, sister!? Watching your mother pleasure me!? Knowing she''s sucking the same cock that''s been inside you?" Isabe blushed furiously, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn''t tear her eyes away from the rhythmic movement beneath the nket. Her mother''s muffled moans sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire of lust in her. The wet, squelching sounds seemed to grow louder, drowning out even the raging storm outside. She couldn''t help but think what would her mother do if she got to know it was her who told Lucian how to conquer her. Guilt and excitement mixed in her chest, leaving her breathless. Lucian could sense Isabe''s arousal growing, her breathing bing more erratic, her pulse racing. He grinned to himself, his eyes never leaving hers, as he continued to plunge his fingers deeper into Celine''s dripping c*nt. Her juices were now coating his fingers, slick and sticky, as he moved his hand faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. Lucian suddenly pulled out his fingers from Celine''s hole, startling her, but as he pressed his hand on her head to guide her to continue suck his dick, she just thought he wanted to change the position. However, Lucian had other ns!! He brought his fingers, coated in Celine juices, to Isabe''s face. He gently rubbed her cheek with his hand, before bringing his fingers to her lips. As he brought his fingers to her lips, his crimson eyes glinting with mischief, he whispered, his voice like a lust demon''s temptation, "Taste, sister. Taste your mother''s juices." Isabe hesitated for a moment, her blue eyes darting towards the nket where her mother was still busy with Lucian''s cock. But seeing Lucian''s fingers inches from her lips, she couldn''t resist the temptation. She parted her lips, allowing Lucian''s fingers to slip into her mouth. She could taste the familiar taste of her mother''s juices, the sweetness mixed with a hint of Lucian''s muskiness. Lick~ lickinggggg~~! She licked and sucked his fingers clean, savoring every drop. Lucian''s crimson eyes gleamed with lust, as he watched Isabe''s lips wrap around his fingers. The way she sucked and licked them made him harden even more, if that was possible. He groaned softly, feeling Celine''s hot, wet mouth enveloping him. Lucian then moved his fingers back to Celine''s drenched p*ssy, slipping them back inside her tight hole. sluch~! sluch~! He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit in a circr motion. Celine''s muffled moans grew louder, her cheeks flushed with arousal, her eyes half-closed in pleasure under the nket. He pulled out again, his fingers now soaked with her juices, before bringing them to Isabe''s lips once more. This time, Isabe didn''t hesitate. She opened her mouth wide, allowing Lucian''s fingers to slip inside. But at this moment, Lucian moved too, sticking his tongue out as he licked along with Isabe, their tongues intertwining as they tasted Celine''s sweet nectar. Lick! Slurp~ Lickkkingggg~~ Their tongues danced together, each licking and sucking every drop of juices from his fingers. Lucian then abruptly grabbed Isabe''s hair, pulling her closer as he kissed, their tongues swirling together, sharing Celine''s sweet nectar. Lucian could feel Celine''s pace increasing, her head bobbing faster, her lips sliding along his shaft as her mouth sucked on his fat dick. Gagh! Gugh! Slurp~! Isabe and Lucian continued to lick and suck each other''s mouths, sharing the sweetness of her mother''s c*nt. And as the rain poured down, lightning shed through the branches of the ancient oak tree, illuminating their lust-filled faces. "Huff! Huff!" Isabe broke the kiss, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed with desire. She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest, "Br-brother, I want you to lick me!!" Her words were barely a whisper, but Lucian heard them loud and clear. His crimson eyes gleamed with mischief as he looked at his sister, a wicked smirk ying on his lips, "I can help with that, sister." Celine''s head was still under the nket, her mouth bobbing up and down Lucian''s thick penis, not knowing that her daughter had already tasted her honey. "Stand up and take off your panties," Lucian ordered, "I want to see your wet c*nt." Isabe obeyed, standing up in the seat and pushing down her panties. She lifted her skirt, revealing her cleaned p*ssy, glistening with her own juices. The carriage''s ceiling was short, so she had no choice but to lean forward, gripping Lucian''s shoulders for support. Lucian looked at Isabe''s dripping f*ckhole with a smirk on his face. He moved his hand, which was soaked with Celine''s juices, towards her. He parted her folds revealing the pinkness inside that was begging for attention. He traced her slit, teasing her before slowly slipping his index finger inside. Thruuu~uuust~ She gasped, feeling the wet heat of his finger inside her tight hole. As he began to pump his finger in and out of her, Isabe moaned, her breathing bing more erratic. He then added a second finger, stretching her wide open. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her juices leaking down his fingers. As he continued to f*ck her with his fingers, Lucian leaned forward, his tongue flicking her swollen clit. Flick~~! Uhmm~ His tongue circled her clit, teasing her before pressing against it, eliciting muffled moans from Isabe. Thebination of his fingers pumping in and out of her drenched c*nt, while his tongue licking her clit, was almost too much to bear. Right now, inside the carriage three of them were locked in a circle of lust!! Celine''s head bobbed up and down on Lucian''s dick, while he f*cked Isabe with his fingers, their tongues dancing together as they licked and sucked each other''s pleasure ces. Lucian could feel Celine''s pace increasing, her lips sliding along his shaft as her mouth sucked on his fat dick. Her breathing was bing morebored, her muffled moans growing louder. He could also hear how Isabe''s muffled moans were getting more intense as he pumped his fingers in and out of her drenched c*nt. As he finger-f*cked both mother and daughter pair, he felt their inner walls were clenching around him, their juices leaking down his fingers. Isabe was gasping and panting, her face flushed. Her breathing became more erratic as she neared her climax. Lucian knew that Celine was about to reach her orgasm too, and he was also ready to c*m. At that moment, he pulled out his fingers from Isabe''s hole, and grabbed Celine''s hair, pushing his dick deep into her throat. He f*cked her mouth hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust, his balls pping against her chin. Thrust~ thrust~ Gak!! Guhk!! Gokk!! He could feel Celine gagging, her throat bulging with his dick, as she tried to breathe through her nose. His tongue fully elongated, reaching Isabe''s deepest part, hitting her sweat-stop. His other hand too continued to rub Celine''s sweet-spot, making her moan even louder, the sound muffled by Lucian''s cock filling her mouth. Soon, Lucian felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen as his climax approached. With a groan, he pushed his dick deep into Celine''s throat, his hot c*m spraying down her throat. Spurt! Spurt! "Mphh~~!! Gagh! Gugh~!!" At the same time, Celine and Isabe both reached their climax, their juices flooding over Lucian''s fingers and mouth. Squirt!! Squirting~~!! Celine''s body spasmed, her orgasm hitting her hard as she continued to suck and swallow Lucian''s thick load. Gulp~~ Gulp~ Her body shuddered, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her mouth and throat were filled with Lucian''s thick and sweet c*m, his musky scent overwhelming her senses. As she swallowed every drop, she couldn''t help but moan, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm rolling through her body. Isabe moaned, her body arching into his touch. Her legs trembled as she almost fell upon her mother as she came. She felt the warm stickiness of her juices spraying into his mouth, as he gulped them. The thunder roared like a beast, masking their sounds of pleasure, as lightning shed through. *** [A/N: I''ll exin the reason behind Celine''s easily epting Lucian as her son previously inter chapters] Chapter 93: Didnt You Say Earlier That We Shouldnt Do This In Front Of Isabella? [R18] Night had fallen, and the storm outside had lessened to a steady rainfall, creating a soothing rhythm as droplets fell onto the roof. Through the gaps in the dark clouds, the crescent moon peeked out now and then. Its soft, silver glow lit up the edges of the dark sky, casting a faint light over the wet earth. It was a quiet, fleeting beauty in the midst of the rainy night. The horses had already fallen asleep, while the old man remained on guard in his driver''s seat, half-asleep. The light of the carriage had been extinguished to avoid attracting wild animals. The interior of the carriage was dimly lit by a candle, casting flickering shadows. Lucian sat in the middle of Celine and Isabe, his crimson eyes gleaming in the low light. They had just finished their dinner of dried fruits and red wine. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a sh of lightning briefly illuminating the carriage interior. In that brief moment of brightness, Celine''s eyes met Lucian''s. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the wine or something else, it was hard to tell. At this moment, she cleared her throat softly, "Son, would you mind going outside for a bit?" Lucian''s brow furrowed in confusion. "Why mom?" He asked, his hand stealthily stretching towards her thighs, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her gown. Celine gasped inwardly at his touch, a shiver running down her spine. She fought to keep her voice steady as she replied, "Now that we''ll spend the night here, we need to change into our night dresses!" Her eyes moved toward Isabe. In Celine''s mind, Isabe was still "innocent and unaware of the lustful activities" that had happened earlier. She wanted to protect her daughter''s modesty, unaware that Isabe had already tasted her honey. Lucian just nodded, and silently got out of the carriage, after all he still didn''t want to tell her the truth, for him this was more thrilling and exciting. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the soft sound of rain surrounded him. The storm had calmed, leaving behind a gentle drizzle that clung to his skin and hair. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of wet earth and damp foliage. The ancient oak tree loomed above, its branches stretching out like protective arms over the carriage. Droplets cascaded from leaf to leaf, creating a soothing melody. Inside the carriage, Celine turned to Isabe, her ocean blue eyes soft with motherly concern, "Let''s change quickly, dear. It''s gettingte." Although she showed parental love, her eyes gleamed as if she couldn''t wait for Isabe to fall asleep. Her hole was now crazily craving Lucian''s thick dick, cause his fingers didn''t fully satisfy her. She quickly opened her bag and took out a silk night dress. As she pulled off her red gown, Isabe suddenly said, "Mother, why ain''t you wearing any panties?" Only now did she remember that she wasn''t wearing any panties!! "I-I forgot to pack them," She replied stammeringly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Isabe just giggled, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "It''s okay, mama. I''m not wearing any either," She said, pulling up her nightgown to reveal her p*ssy. Earlier, after cuming, Lucian had asked her not to wear them for the rest of their journey. And she simply obeyed. Celine''s jaw dropped in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stared at Isabe, her gaze darting between her legs through the ck night dress. Celine''s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, her eyes wide with shock. "I-Isabe! What do you mean you''re not wearing any either? That''s... that''s not proper for a youngdy!" She stammered, all while forgetting that she too was not wearing any. Isabe just giggled again, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Oh mama, don''t be such a prude. It feels so much more... freeing this way." Before Celine could argue further, Isabe added, "It''s not like there''s any stranger here; we are all family, so I think it''s fine. And mother, brother is outside in the rain, so we should hurry." Celine nodded, thinking Lucian might catch cold if he stayed out too long. She quickly slipped on her ck silk night dress, the fabric clinging to her curveceous figure. The dress was shorter, barely reaching mid-thigh, and the neckline plunged low, exposing her ample cleavage. As she put on her ck night dress, opening the door slightly, she told Lucian to enter. The cool night air rushed in, bringing with it the scent of rain and wet earth. As Lucian stepped inside, he immediately noticed Celine and Isabe''s curvaceous figures in the dim candlelight. Celine was not wearing any bra, so her ample breasts were sagging slightly, their outline clearly visible through the thin silk. The short hemline entuated her thick, shapely thighs. Isabe''s nightdress clung to her voluptuous body, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Noticing Lucian''s damp clothes, Isabe quickly suggested, "Brother, I think you should change too, otherwise you might catch a cold." Lucian''s crimson eyes roamed over their bodies, a small smirk ying on his lips, "You''re right, sister. I wouldn''t want to fall ill." ... The candlelight had been extinguished, leaving the interior of the carriage bathed in darkness. Outside, the rain continued to fall steadily. Howling of the wild beasts had seized, and all that remained was the sound of raindrops sttering against the leaves. Isabe had already "fallen asleep" because of wine, but Celine couldn''t sleep. She had been craving Lucian''s cock ever since they stopped, so she was going crazy. "Son, I can''t sleep," She said softly, with a hint of embarrassment. "What do you need, mother?" He asked, knowing exactly what she meant. "I need your thick cock, son," She whispered, her cheeks flushed with shame and lust. "Oh! Didn''t you say earlier that we shouldn''t do this in front of Isabe?" "Yes, I did say that, b-but she''s asleep now, so I think it''s okay." She whispered, her voice trembling with desire. Lucian chuckled, "Alright then mom. Take off your dress and sit on myp, so you can bounce your ass on my dick." Celine didn''t hesitate and in the darkness she was able to take off her ck night dress without a problem. Then her soft fingers found the waistband of Lucian''s underwear. She slowly peeled them down, her breath catching as she felt the heat radiating from his skin. As the fabric slid past his thighs, his erect penis sprang free, brushing against her hand. Celine''s fingers trembled slightly as she wrapped them around his thick dick, feeling its impressive girth; her mouth watering, her hole clenching, juices overflowing. She still couldn''t believe how her son hadpletely changed her ¡ª making her beg for his cock and behave like a sl*t. Yet she had fully epted this new side of her, even wondering if this was her true-self. She traced the prominent veins that ran along his boner, marveling at how they pulsed beneath her touch. Her thumb brushed over the swollen head, feeling a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Unable to resist, she leaned down, her lips parting as her tongue darted out to taste him. The salty-sweet vor made her moan softly as she licked his tip, savoring every drop. Lickk~~ Flick! Celine''s forked tongue swirled around Lucian''s fatness, coating it with her saliva. She took him deeper, rxing her throat to amodate his monster cock. Her lips stretched wide as she engulfed him, nose brushing against his pelvis. Guuuhkhhhh~~!! Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she held him there. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a delicious suction that made Lucian groan softly. Slurp! Shlurp! Gluph!! Gukh!! Her tongue pressed t against the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head, savoring the taste and feel of him. Sluch~! Slurping~~ Lucian''s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the carriage, mingling with the patter of rain outside. When his cock was thoroughly lubricated with her saliva, Celine pulled back with a soft "plop". Feeling Isabe''s soft breathing, Celine silently moved her thighs as she slowly straddled Lucian''sp. Her face was facing Lucian''s, although she couldn''t see in the darkness. Lucian began to lick her face, his warm tongue tracing across her cheeks and jaw. Celine shivered at the contact, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat radiating from Lucian''s body, his muscr chest pressing against her soft breasts. Even though she had experienced this feeling many times, it still felt extremely pleasurable, as if she would never grow tried of it. His hands found her sexy hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided her into position. The mushroom tip of his cock brushed against her wet entrance, eliciting a quiet gasp from Celine. She was already slick with lust, her body aching for him. With trembling hands, Celine reached between them, grasping Lucian''s thick f*cktool. She aligned it with her c*nt, feeling the heat radiating from his tip. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him. Thruuust~ Her legs that were supporting her so far, now trembled with the effort of maintaining control. The sensation of Lucian''s thick penis stretching her crack open sent waves of raw pleasure coursing through her body. "Mpphh..." Celine bit her lip to stifle a moan as she sank lower, taking more of red-flesh inside her birth-hole. Lucian''s hands holding her soft hips guided her in a slow, circr motion. Squelch...! Squelch...! Thrust...!! The movement caused his cock to brush against every sensitive spot within her slit, sending sparks of ecstasy up her spine. p! Smack! Thrust!! "So-son... ahh... don''t... be so rough... ngh... I won''t be able to control my voi¨C" Celine moaned, her breath came in pants, as she followed his lead, her hips moving in circr pattern. At this moment, in the darkness, another pair of hands began to move... The carriage creaked softly with their movements, the sound mingling with the steady patter of rain outside. Chapter 94: Pleasure Between Three (2) [R18] Lucian''s hands roamed Celine''s motherly body, caressing her soft skin as she rode him. His fingers traced the curve of her slim waist, sliding up to cup her full breasts. He pinched and rolled her hard rosy nipples between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from Celine. "Hng... hng!! ugh... Unng..!" "Shh, mother," He whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin, "We don''t want to wake Isabe, do we?" Celine bit her lip, struggling to stay quiet as waves of pleasure washed over her. Thrust~ Thrust~ Thrust¡­! Having her knees pressed firmly into the seat, she used them to rock her shaply hips faster, taking Lucian''s thick boner deeper with each thrust. Squelch! squelch! squelch~ squelch! The wet sounds of their fucking filled the carriage, barely masked by the rain outside. As she bounced on his dick, Celine couldn''t help but think about how different she had be. How she had transformed from an arrogant Empress into a sl*t who couldn''t get enough of her son''s fat cock. But in that moment, she simply didn''t care. All that mattered was these sweet bliss of being filled, stretched open by Lucian''s thick fucktool. Lucian''s hands suddenly slid lower, cupping her plump asscheeks. He gripped her ass tightly, holding her in ce as he began to thrust upwards, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Lucian had to agree that out of all the women he had fucked so far Celine had the most delicious asscheeks. Her asscheeks were different than Eloise''s ones or Isabe''s round and firm ones. It was like two soft globes, bouncing up and down as he thrust into her pussy from below. Smack! Smack! p!! He spread her stic asscheeks wider, feeling her tight hole clench around his cock. She gasped softly, her back arching as she felt his tip brush against that sweet spot deep inside. He felt the heat of Celine''s hole enveloping him, the wetness coating his shaft with each thrust. He could feel her juices leaking down his balls, the sticky sweetness driving him wild. Thrust! sluch! sluch~! As his hips moved faster, he felt Celine''s breath quicken, her muffled moans growing louder. "Ah.. ahh... ahh..!! ah¡­." She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body moving instinctively to meet his. Her legs trembled with effort, her knees digging into the carriage seat beneath her. But Lucian didn''t stop. His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to thrust into her. She whimpered, tears filling her eyes as she felt him tug on her hair, forcing her head back. She knew he was watching her, his eyes looking at her ride like a bitch. Spank!! Smack~ She felt his hand p against her ass, sending a shiver of pleasure and pain down her spine. But Lucian was relentless. He didn''t stop fucking her, his hips mming into her thighs as he plunged deep inside her slit. She could feel his fingers stroking her asshole, teasing the delicate skin and making her squirm. "Nhgmm.." She moaned as he slid one finger inside her, feeling him stretch her. She knew he was enjoying this, watching her writhe in pleasure beneath him. She couldn''t help herself. She loved the way her son fucked her, hard and rough. And as he continued to fuck her, his fingers plunging in and out of her asshole, swirling inside her wrinkled hole. p! Squelch p! p!! Squelch Their bodies moved in sync, their hips mming together with each thrust. As the pleasure built, Celine couldn''t help but think how different Lucian had be. How he had transformed from a naive, innocent young man to a cocky, confident young man who knew exactly what she wanted. And in that moment, she realized how much she wanted him. As she pushed her tortoise-like wide ass down and Lucian pushing his big dick up, his dick identally sprang out of her pussy like a spring. The sudden movement caught Celine off guard, causing her to lose her bnce. She toppled forward, her face pressing against his chest. Lucian''s hands wrapped around her waist, steadying her. In the darkness, their faces were inches apart, their hot breath mingling together. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the darkness obscuring their expressions. "Mother, it seems you''re bing loose!!" Lucian whispered in a teasing tone. Celine felt wronged by Lucian''s teasing. It wasn''t her fault that her pussy couldn''t hold his huge dick! Her tight hole still trying to get used to his monster size. "It''s your cock that so big," Celine mumbled under her breath, her lips brushing against his chest. "Heh! Then Mother, lubricant your son''s dick! And put it back!" Lucian especially emphasized the word "son", making Celine shudder with embarrassment and lust. Celine reached between them, her hand grasping Lucian''s thick cock. Her fingers traced the veins that ran along the sticky penis, savoring the heat radiating from his fore-skin. She didn''t stand up, but slid back and then opened her mouth as a thick strand of saliva dripped out of it. Celine then bent over slightly and began to spit on Lucian''s cock. The spitnded on his dick, making it more slippery and wet. Ptooey~~ Ptooey~~ Celine then spat some more, coating his red-flesh with a thickyer of her saliva. She worked slowly, taking her time to make sure his boner was thoroughly lubricated. Then she used her knees to pushed her up, feeling Lucian''s cock touch her tight hole. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing quickening with anticipation. She couldn''t wait to feel that fat boner inside her p*ssy once again. But before she could lower herself back onto him, Lucian''s hands tightened around her waist, his grip like iron. He held her in ce, not allowing her to move. His crimson eyes gleamed with mischief, his lips curling into a smirk, "Don''t be so hasty, mother. I want to take my time with you." His words sent shivers down Celine''s spine, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance, teasing her folds, as he moved his hips in a slow, circr motion. "Mm... please... son... f*ck me..." Celine moaned as she felt the tip kissing her clit, her voice barely a whisper. "What did you say, mother?" Lucian teased, his voice husky with lust, "I didn''t hear you." "Please... fuck me, son," Celine repeated, louder this time. Lucian chuckled softly, "I still can''t hear you, mother. Please speak up!" Celine''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she didn''t hesitate. She couldn''t wait any longer. "Fuck me, son! Please! Pound your mother''s c*nt!!" She practically yelled, her voice echoing in the small space of the carriage. Her voice rang out in the darkness, her words carrying a hint of desperation that made Lucian smile. He finally stopped teasing her and thrust his hips upwards, his cock plunging deep inside her tight hole. THRUST!! Gripping her hips, Lucian thrusted roughly in one go, kissing her womb with the tip of his dick. Celine gasped sharply, her body arching into his touch. "Ahh... ugh... mm..." As he began to pound into her from below, Celine''s moans filled the space, mingling with the steady patter of rain outside. p! p! p! She could feel her climax approaching, the familiar tightening in her lower abdomen. And at that moment, a hand unexpectedly shot out from the darkness, mping tightly over Celine''s mouth. It was Isabe!! "Oh mama, you''re so loud! We don''t want to wake the old man up," Isabe said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Celine was shocked, but before she could react, Isabe leaned closer, her lips brushing against her mother''s ear. She whispered softly, "Don''t worry, I won''t tell anyone. This secret is just for us..." Celine shivered at the contact, feeling her daughter''s warm breath tickling her ear. Isabe then added, "In fact, I want to see more." With that, she moved closer, her hand sliding down Celine''s body, stopping to cup her plump asscheeks. Celine gasped as she felt Isabe''s fingers exploring her asshole. She couldn''t believe it. Her daughter was helping her f*ck Lucian! But before she could process this new development, she felt the heat of Isabe''s tongue on her neck. "W-wait! What are y-you doi...ughmm...?" Celine asked, her voice trembling slightly. But before Isabe could answer, Lucian''s voice cut in, "Mother, you should stop asking questions and let us pleasure you." He was naturally aware that Isabe was only pretending to be asleep! After all, how could mortal wine make her drunk who had already be a cultivator? Lucian then lifted Celine up, sliding her off his cock, much to her dismay. But before she could protest, he pushed her forward, bending her over the carriage seat. Now that Celine''s ass was exposed, Lucian didn''t waste any time. Thrust!! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust...! He quickly slipped his boner back inside her gaping hole, filling her up once again. "Oooohhhhw...mphh..." Celine moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Isabe''s hand over her mouth. Lucian began to thrust hard and fast, his hips pping against her round ass cheeks. Celine''s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mind clouded by the intensity of his thrusts. She felt Isabe''s warm lips on her neck, kissing and nibbling gently. slurp... shlurp... slurp... Lucian''s hands gripped her chubby ass tightly, holding her in ce as he pounded into her sticky c*nt. With her hands on Celine''s motherly chest, Isabe massaged her mother''s soft breasts, pinching and rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. The carriage rocked gently with their movements, creaking softly in time with Lucian''s powerful thrusts. Squelch.. Squelch... Squelch...!! Celine''s mind was overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Lucian''s cock pounding her c*nt and Isabe''s soft hands caressing her tits. Squeeze!! Squeeze!! She felt her daughter''s warm breath on her nipples, Isabe''s lips trailing kisses along her sensitive skin as she sucked. The more she touched her, the more tighter her c*nt squeezed. lickkk~~ Flick~! Although she wanted her daughter to stop, Celine''s body betrayed her. Every touch from Isabe sent shivers of pleasure through her, intensifying the sensations from Lucian''s relentless thrusting. ''This is wrong,'' she thought, even as her hips pushed back against Lucian''s cock, taking him deeper, ''I should stop this. I''m her mother, how can I do this in front of her?!'' But, when Lucian asked how she was feeling, she replied almost immediately, "Oh... Ohhh... Haa¡­. Mmm... Yes...! Sonn... Ah... Ah.. It''s... deep there... Mmm! It''s...pletely full..." Chapter 95: Pleasure Between Three (3) [R18] Celine''s mind was in a haze, her body overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure coursing through her. "Ahh¡­. Ugh... Eek! Nmh!" Her unrestrained moans now echoed through the small space of the carriage, mingling with the sound of light rain outside. Thrust...! Thrust...! Thrust!! Celine''s body trembled with each powerful thrust, her fingers gripping the carriage seat tightly. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, muffled by Isabe''s hand still mped over her mouth. The first rays of sunlight began to filter through the slightly opened carriage window, casting a soft golden glow over their entwined bodies. Beads of sweat glistened on their skin, highlighting every curve and jiggle of flesh meeting flesh. Lucian''s pace quickened, his hips mming against Celine''s ass with increasing urgency. He could feel the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, signaling his impending release. "M-mother," he growled, his voice husky, "I''m close..." Celine''s eyes widened, a muffled moan escaping her lips. She knew what wasing, and despite herself, she craved it. Squish~ squish~ squish¡­! At the thought of Lucian''s hot seed filling her womb sent a shiver of anticipation through her body, and she started clenching her p*ssy. Isabe sensed the change in the atmosphere. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Celine''s ear as she whispered, "Let him c*m inside you, mama. I want to see it..." Celine''s cheeks flushed with shame and arousal at her daughter''s words. Squelch! Squelch~ Thrust! She wanted to protest, to say this was wrong, but her body betrayed her. Her hips pushed back against Lucian''s thrusts, taking him deeper, silently begging for his release. Lucian''s grip on Celine''s wide hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His thrusts became erratic, more forceful as he chased his release. "Mother, I''m cummingghhhhhh~~~," He groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. THRUST!! Spurt... Spurt... Spurt~~ With one final, powerful thrust, Lucian buried himself deep inside Celine''s wet hole. His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of hot cum directly into her womb! "Mmmmpphhhh!!!" Celine''s muffled cry of ecstasy was barely contained by Isabe''s hand. Her body shuddered, her inner walls clenching around Lucian''s throbbing dick as her own orgasm washed over her. Squuuirtingghhh~~~ Isabe watched in fascination as her brother''s warm seed began to leak out of their mother''s p*ssy, trickling down her thighs as she removed her hand from Celine''s mouth. Celine also squirted a bit of fluid from her c*nt, sshing onto the carriage seat beneath her. Celine couldn''t help but wonder how different they had be. How they had transformed from a family who wouldn''t even dream of doing such an act, to a family who now openly fucked and pleasured each other! Slurp~ slurp~ lickk~ After catching her breath, as she turned, from the corner of her eye, she saw how her daughter sucked and licked Lucian''s cock clean of his c*m and her juices. "Ahh... you can''t... hmm... ugh..!" Celine protested weakly. But Isabe just ignored her, her eyes locked on Lucian''s still hard dick as she swirled her tongue around the fat head. Isabe''s mouth was small, so it was a struggle for her to fit the whole thing inside. But she didn''t let that stop her. She pushed her head down, and she felt Lucian''s cock sliding into her throat. "Ohh, sister!" Lucian cried out, "Your mouth... uhmm... is incredible." "Mmmmmm..." Isabe moaned in pleasure. She savored the sweet taste of his c*m, moaning softly as she swallowed every drop. Glup! Glup! As she cleaned his dick, Lucian looked down at Isabe, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. After Isabe finished, she turned to Celine, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. "Oh mama, you were so loud," She teased, "I think we should be more quiet next time." Celine blushed, her cheeks flushing with shame. She couldn''t believe her daughter was suggesting this. It was wrong, and yet... she couldn''t deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought! ''What have we be?'' She thought, shaking her head. But as Lucian leaned down to kiss her, she knew that this was just the beginning. Lucian then whispered something to Isabe and got dressed and went outside to check on the horses. As the rain had already subsided, it was time to start the journey again. While he was outside, Celine and Isabe were now alone together. "Mother, I think it''s time to tell you the truth," Isabe said, her voice trembling slightly. Isabe were still wearing her night dress, with her soft boobs were fully exposed. Isabe continued, "I wasn''t asleep this whole time. I was watching you fuck brother the whole time. And I... enjoyed it." Celine was shocked, her mouth agape at Isabe''s confession. She quickly covered herself with the nket as she looked at her daughter''s "innocent" smile. "W-what? You''re not serious, are you?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. Isabe giggled softly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and hidden lust, "Oh yes, mother. I''m serious. Why don''t we just admit that both of us have all be brother''s women? Who cares about morality anymore? It''s so boring..." Her words echoed in the carriage, filling the space with a strange sense of desire and excitement. Celine couldn''t argue with that. After all, she had enjoyed herself thoroughly, and she couldn''t deny that she wanted more, "when did you be like this, Isabe?" Isabe smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, "It''s hard to say. But I guess brother just has that effect on people..." Looking at her daughter smile, Celine finally noticed how Isabe had changed. In the past, she was always cold, even when talking to her mother. She maintained her Princess status with formality, rarely letting her guard down. But now she was smiling freely in front of Celine, her blue eyes sparkling with a girlish mischief that befitted her young age. As Celine observed these changes in her daughter, she realized that she, too, had transformed. In the past, she always felt suffocated inside the pce, like a bird trapped in a cage. She always had to maintain her arrogant Empress''s personality, be afraid of assassination... But now she felt Lucian''s manhood not only stretched open her hole, but also stretched her mind, freeing her from the constraints of her former life. With each powerful thrust, he had peeled awayyers of pretense and protocol, revealing the real woman underneath. She could feel Lucian''s warm seed inside her, a reminder of the taboo they had already broken. Yet instead of guilt, she felt an intoxicating mix of relief and excitement. For the first time in years, she felt truly alive. Soon, Lucian stepped back into the carriage, his crimson eyes glinting with lust. He looked at his mother and sister, his lips curling into a smirk, "Now, shall we continue our journey?" At the next moment, the carriage again began to move. ... As the rain that had been falling for nearly half a day finally stopped, the carriage began to move again, this time slowly along the muddy road. Inside the carriage, after cleaning their faces with water and having breakfast, Lucian was now lying on his back on the carriage seat naked. His thick blood-red penis stood rigid and proud, pulsing with need. By his side, Celine and Isabe stood, their bodiespletely naked, soft skin glowing in the morning light that entered through the slightly opened window. Lucian''s crimson eyes roamed hungrily over the two beautiful women before him. Celine''s ample breasts swayed gently with the motion of the carriage, her rosy nipples hardened. Isabe''s perky breasts were equally enticing, her youthful body trembling slightly with anticipation. Both women''s eyes were locked on Lucian''s rigid boner. "Come here," Lucian ordered, his voice husky with desire. Celine and Isabe exchanged a heated nce before approaching him. Isabe climbed onto the seat, straddling Lucian''s face. Her wet p*ssy hovered tantalizingly close to his mouth. Lucian wasted no time, pulling Isabe hips down onto his eager mouth. shlurp~ slurp~ lickingggg~ His tongue slid between her folds, licking her sweet nectar. Isabe gasped, her body shuddering at the intense sensation. Meanwhile, Celine positioned herself over Lucian''s throbbing cock. Thruu~uustingg~! "Aaaaahhhhhnn" She slowly lowered herself, moaning as she felt him stretching her tight walls. Once he was fully reached deep inside her, she began to rock her hips, riding him with increasing fervor. sluch~! thrust~ sluch~! p~ The carriage filled with the sounds of their wet pping noises, muffled moans, and breathy gasps. Isabe gripped the carriage wall for support as Lucian''s tongue pushed her closer to the edge. Squish! Squish! Squish...!! "Aah... aaah... Aahh..." Celine bounced vigorously on Lucian''s cock, herrge breasts bouncing with each movement. "Oh, brother!" Isabe cried out, "Your mouth... your tongue... so good... hmm...!!" "Ahh~! Lucian, you''re so big..." Celine moaned, her fingers digging into his chest. As Lucian continued to pleasure both women, he could feel his own climax building. The delicious taste of Isabe''s juices on his tongue, coupled with the warm embrace of Celine''s c*nt, was too much for him to handle. Chapter 96: Pleasure Between Three (4) [R18] The rainy season seemed to have arrived, as during these two days the rain continued intermittently. The carriage now moved through a vast infield in a gentle drizzle, with the rain lightly hitting the roof above. During these past two days, Celine hadpletely epted the new rtionship between the three of them. Any lingering difort she may have had, had melted away entirely, washed clean as Lucian poured more milk into her stomach and hole. As the carriage gently rocked along the muddy road, Celine was bent over Lucian''sp, her red lips wrapped around his thick cock. She sucked eagerly, her forked tongue swirling around the swollen head as she took him deeper into her mouth. Slurp... Shlurp~ lickk~ Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, coating his penis with her saliva. Celine moaned softly around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through Lucian''s body. Gukh! Gagh! Meanwhile, Lucian''s face was buried between Celine''s plump thighs, his tonguepping at her dripping folds. He traced circles around her swollen clit before plunging his tongue deep inside her crack, tasting her sweet nectar. Lick... Slurp... Lick~ Celine pulled back, releasing Lucian''s cock with a wet "pop". Her lips and chin glistened with saliva as she gazed at his throbbing red-dick, now slick, sticky and shiny with her spit. She ran her tongue along the underside onest time, savoring the salty taste of his foreskin. Reluctantly, she stood up on shaky legs, her body still tingling from Lucian''s tongue. As she turned, her eyes fell upon Isabe. Her daughter was sprawled on the opposite seat, legs spread wide, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping p*ssy. Isabe''s chest heaved with ragged breaths, her perky breasts jiggling slightly with each pant. Her blue eyes were half-lidded with lust as she stared at her mother and brother. Isabe''s blue eyes were gleamed with lust as she watched her mother pleasuring her brother. "Oh my..." Celine whispered, her cheeks flushing as she saw the sight of her daughter''s glistening p*ssy folds. Celine smiled as she said to Isabe, "Come here, dear, your brother''s cock is now ready to take your an*l virginity." Hearing what her mother just said, Isabe''s cheeks flushed. She was still not used to this side of her mother. It was as if she was looking at apletely different person. But her lust hadpletely taken over any hesitation she might have felt. She stood up from her ce, but before she could moved to touch Lucian''s cock, he no reached out, grabbing Isabe''s slender wrist and pulling her towards him! In one fluid motion, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of her mouth. Isabe gasped in surprise, allowing Lucian''s tongue to slip inside. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her sweet mouth. Lucian''s hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair as he angled her face for better ess. Slurp~ shlurp~ His tongue swirled around hers, tasting, teasing. He sucked gently on her bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth and nibbling lightly. Isabe moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders as waves of pleasure passed through her body, as she not only tasted her brother''s saliva but also her mother''s juices. While Lucian and Isabe were liplocking, Celine knelt behind her daughter. She gazed at Isabe''s shapely asscheeks, admiring the smooth curve of her voluptuous buttocks. Celine''s fingers trembled slightly as she brought them to her mouth, coating them with saliva. Ptooey~ Ptooey~ She spat onto her fingers, making sure they were thoroughly wet. Then, she spread Isabe''s cheeks, revealing her tight, puckered hole. Celine traced a wet finger around the rim gently, feeling it twitch under her touch. "Mphhh~" Isabe moaned muffledly into Lucian''s mouth, her body shivering at the new sensation. Celine spread the wetness around before gently pressing her slick index finger against the tight ring of muscle, applying pressure. thruu~ustttt~! She felt it give way, her finger sliding inside up to the first knuckle. "Mmph... mmm..." Isabe''s muffled moans of pleasure were blocked by Lucian''s mouth as he continued to kiss her deeply. Celine moved her finger in and out slowly, twisting and curling to stretch the tight passage. sluch~ sluch~! sluch~ Before long Celine added a second finger, scissoring them inside Isabe''s virgin hole! She could feel her daughter''s walls tighten around her fingers, resisting the intrusion. But with gentle care, Celine continued to push deeper, her fingers sinking further into Isabe''s hot depths. By the time Celine had three fingers buried inside her, Isabe was practically shaking. Her body trembled with a mixture of pleasure and pain, her knees growing weak. She was still kissing Lucian, their tongues tangled together as she struggled to keep herself from falling apart. Finally, when Celine felt that Isabe was ready, she pulled her fingers out, leaving her daughter''s hole gaping slightly. Isabe whimpered softly, missing the fullness of Celine''s fingers inside her. At this moment, Lucian broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. He gazed at Isabe''s flushed cheeks, her lips swollen and glistening with spit. He smiled, his crimson eyes sparkling with desire. "My dear sister," He whispered, "It''s time to take your brother''s cock." With that, he gripped Isabe''s slender waist, pulled her up and hold her above his cock. In one fluid motion, he lowered her down onto his hard length. The tip of his cock kissed her tight sh*thole, slowly stretching it open as he pressed himself inside. Thrust~~~ "Ughh... ahhh...!" Isabe cried out, her voice strained with pain and pleasure. She felt Lucian''s penis pushing deep inside her, filling her assh*lepletely. But as she looked down, she noticed only little more than half of his cock was now inside her. Her eyes widened in surprise, again realizing how huge Lucian''s dick was! She felt him push deeper, his hips pressing against her round ass as hepletely prated her virgin hole, "Oh... ohh... ahhng!!" Lucian''s hands gripped her waist tightly, holding her in ce as he began to thrust. p! p! p! Thrust! Celine watched as Lucian fucked Isabe assh*le, his thick cock stretching her daughter''s hole wide open. As Lucian continued to pound Isabe, he looked at Celine. "Mother,e here and sit on your son''s face again," He ordered as he pounded Isabe''s tight assh*le. Hearing her son''smand, Celine quickly obeyed. She moved to straddle Lucian''s face, her legs trembling with anticipation. Lucian''s tongue darted out, tasting her dripping folds. "WooAhh~" She moaned softly as hepped up her sweet juices, savoring the sweetness of her c*nt. As he moved his hips up to fuck Isabe, his hands moved upward to cup Celine''s motherly breasts. Thrust! thrust~ thrust~ thrust... thrust! His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, teasing and pinching her sensitive hard nipples. Celine gasped, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her. She had never felt this way before, this mix of lust and pleasure, and she found herself craving more. As Lucian continued to pound into Isabe''s ass, his tongue licked Celine''s clit, sucking her folds. She watched as Lucian''s cock plunged into Isabe''s tight hole, the sight of it sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Squelch~ squelch~~ squelch~ As Lucian thrust harder, Isabe''s moans grew louder, her voice echoing through the small carriage. Her hands moved, cupping Isabe''s rounded boobs as he thrusted harder. "Ahh... brother...! You''re so deep... ahhh...!" She cried out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, "Ahh... this... your cock is so hot!!" Lucian grinned, his tongue still darting between Celine''s wet folds. "You like my cock, sister?" He asked teasingly. "Yes, I like it... so much..." Isabe whispered, her voice barely audible. p! p! p! Squeeze! p! Squish! Squish! Lucian could feel his climax building, his balls tightening as he fucked Isabe''s tight hole. He felt Isabe''s wrinkled assh*le''s walls clench around him, her body trembling as her own orgasm washed over her. Squirt~~~ Her p*ssy spraying juices onto Lucian''s stomach and balls. "Aaaaahhhh... mmmmm...." She moaned as she came. At the same time, Lucian''s fingers pinched Celine''s nipples, sending her over the edge. "Son... ohhh... I''m... m-mother ... is... ahh... close..." She gasped, her voice shaky with desire. "Oooohhhhww~~~" She cried out in pleasure, her fuckhole squirting hot c*m onto Lucian''s face. "Mmphh!" Lucian gulped down, his face coated with Celine''s sweet honey. His hips thrusting wildly as he chased his own release. p! p! p! Thrust~ He could feel himself nearing, his dick throbbing inside Isabe''s tight hole. With a few more thrusts, he felt his orgasm wash over him. Spurt~~ Spurt~~ His cock twitched as he shot thick ropes of hot cum deep inside his sister''s an*l hole. Celine''s c*nt releasing a stream of hot cum again onto Lucian''s face as she watched her daughter''s hole filled with her son''s hot milk. "Aaaaaaaaahhhh~!!!" The three of them moaned in unison, their bodies trembling with pleasure. Chapter 97 Im Celine, Lucian And Isabellas Mother Cold wind blew, hitting the faces of Lucian, Celine and Isabe as they walked through a dense forest. Under the rainy night, Lucian held arge umbre, just big enough to shelter the three of them from the light downpour. As they walked, their steps squelched in the muddy earth, the sound muffled by the sound of rain on leaves above. Right now, they had already reached the territory of the Azure Sword sect''s branch. All that remained was to cross this wilderness to reach their destination. The carriage couldn''t navigate the narrow, twisting forest paths, so they had been forced to continue on foot. The rain fell softly against the fabric of the umbre, droplets cascading off the edges and asionally sshing their feet despite Lucian''s best efforts to keep them dry. Isabe and Celine both shivered as the cold wind hit them, pressing their bodies closer to Lucian for warmth. Each of them had a bag on their shoulder, full of clothes and daily necessities. "Dear, are you sure this is the ce we need to pass through?" At this moment Celine asked Isabe, her voice barely audible above the pounding rain. They had already walked for nearly 30 minutes but still couldn''t see their destination. She worried they might be lost. Isabe couldn''t help but think for a moment, then nodded, "It should be, mom. Before leaving, father told me that we need to go through this forest. There''s a foggyke inside. That''s our destination." As if on cue, a thick mist began to roll in out of nowhere, curling around their ankles and obscuring the path ahead, startling them. The fog felt strange, not sticking to their bodies as usual! It had no moisture or smell. Lucian held the umbre tightly, bringing his mother and sister closer. "Stay close," He murmured, his crimson eyes scanning the misty forest, "We don''t want to get separated in this fog." As they continued, the fogpletely enveloped them in an eerie haze. Soon the rain disappeared, only the endless fog remained. They couldn''t see more than 1 meter in front of them. The world around them became quite, as if they had stepped into another realm entirely. The trees that had surrounded them moments ago were now gone. The ground beneath their feet felt different too ¡ª no longer muddy and wet. Isabe clutched tighter to Lucian''s arm, her heart pounding in her chest. Even Celine, usually soposed, felt a shiver of unease run down her spine. The fog seemed to press in on them from all sides, thick and oppressive. "You must be Lucian!" Suddenly a male voice cut through the fog. Instantaneously, Lucian moved, his hand let go of the umbre, as he held Celine and Isabe and moved forward, as the sound seemed toe from behind them. As they moved forward, the fog began to thin, revealing a breathtaking sight. Before them stretched a small, mirror-likeke, its surface as smooth as ss. The water reflected the night sky above, but strangely there was no rain here. In the middle of theke was a small pce like structure. It seemed to float atop theke''s surface. At theke''s edge stood a figure, tall and imposing. As the mist slowly parted, they could see it was a handsome young man, wearing a azure daoist robe with a silver sword design near the chest. The man had a warning smile on his handsome face, with a sword sheath at his waist. Seeing the man, Isabe quickly whispered to Lucian, "Brother, you should rx, he''s the one who came to the Empire. His name is Xander!" Continue reading on empire As Lucian examined Xander, he too was looking at them. His eyes first roamed Isabe''s curvaceous figure, then lingered appreciatively on Celine''s mature beauty before finally settling on Lucian. Xander''s gaze was piercing, as if he could see through to their very souls. Looking at the man, Lucian intrinsically felt an overwhelming danger. His muscles tensed imperceptibly, ready to spring into action at a moment''s notice. But he felt even if he used his full strength, he might not be this man''s match. He suddenly remembered the assassin''s word ¡ª that it was Xander who had sent him to kill Lucian. But now, seeing the young man before him showing no surprise at his arrival, Lucian could guess few things. Either this Xander was a master at concealing his true emotions, his expression betraying nothing of his inner thoughts, or the assassin had lied. Theck of shock on Xander''s face at seeing Lucian alive could mean he truly hadn''t expected the assassination attempt to seed. Or perhaps he was simply that confident in his own strength, unconcerned by Lucian''s survival. Even though he could think many things, Lucian acted as if he knew nothing. Whether the assassin lied or not didn''t matter, cause once he had enough strength, he could just force them to tell the truth. So even though Lucian was furious seeing how this assh*le was looking at Isabe and Celine with lustful expression, he decided to act submisvely for the time being. At this moment, Xander had walked in front of the trio. He smiled warmly like an elder brother taking care of his juniors. He first looked at Celine and asked, "You are?" The thin fog swirled around them, tendrils of mist curling at their feet as Xander approached. His steps were light, barely touching the surface. Celine hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to Lucian before answering. "I''m Celine, Lucian and Isabe''s mother," She replied, her voice steady despite the unease she felt. Xander''s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of lust crossing his face before it was quickly masked. "Ah, I see. You look far too young to be their mother," He said smoothly, his eyes lingering on Celine''s curvaceous figure. "But as far as I remember, the Empress doesn''t have any Cultivation aptitude, so may I ask for what reason you''reing?" Xander asked again, his eyes still fixated on Celine''s motherly chest and the creamy thighs visible beneath her rain-dampened dress. Celine was already used to people looking at her lustfully, but something about Xander''s gaze made her skin crawl. Still, she kept herposure, replying decisively, "I''m just going there to look after my daughter and son. It''s their first time leaving home." Xander''s eyebrows raised slightly at her response, a small smirk ying at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" He mused, his voice silky smooth, "Well, I''m sure your presence will be... most appreciated." The way he emphasized ''appreciated'' sent a shiver down Celine''s spine. Then he turned around, not giving Lucian another nce, "Follow me. Tomorrow, we''ll set off for the sect." As they got closer to the artificialke, they couldn''t help but notice a bridge stretching across theke. The bridge arched over the ssy surface of theke, leading to the pce-like building at its center. As they stepped onto the bridge, Xander suddenly spoke, "Isabe, your uncle Marcus has already registered you as an inner sect disciple of the sect, so from today onwards, you can call me Senior Brother." Walking in the front, Xander noticed the trio''s confused expression from the corner of his eyes, so he exined, "It''s natural for you not to know. The Azure Sword sect''s disciples are divided into three categories ¡ª Outer, Inner and Core. Your uncle Marcus is a core disciple, so he has the special privilege to help register one person directly as an inner disciple each year." Just as Isabe was about to question why her uncle Marcus had not stepped in to help Lucian, Xander''s words brought her to a halt. Lucian had not disclosed Marcus'' ulterior motive to use Isabe to them, so she still held onto hope that their uncle would lend a hand. As they walked across the bridge, the mist parted around them, revealing the more beautiful scenery. But the three of them didn''t have the luxury to appreciate the beauty around them. Their minds were pre-upied with Xander''s words. At this moment, noticing how Xander didn''t mention anything about Lucian, Isabe asked hesitantly, even though she was quite wary of this young man, "S-senior brother, w-what about my brother Lucian?" Xander gave Lucian a sidelong nce and replied as if he didn''t care about him, "Although he has a good talent for body cultivation, there are many disciples in our sect with simr or even better aptitudes." He paused, wanting to see Lucian''s expression. But observing how Lucian didn''t even flinch at his words, a flicker of annoyance passed through Xander''s eyes. He continued with a slight edge to his voice, "The reason why I asked you to reach here today is because the day after tomorrow, there will be a disciple selection process. It urs every three months. So if you guys want Lucian to join the sect, he''ll have to pass the test like everyone else. If you''d arrivedter, you''d have to wait another three months." As they reached the end of the bridge, the mist partedpletely, revealing the full view of the pce before them. Chapter 98 You Two Are So Naughty!! [Half R18] A gentle breeze whispered through the air, lifting Lucian''s long white hair and sending ripples across the tranquil surface of theke. Lucian''s expression didn''t change much as he calmly listened to Xander''s words. His crimson eyes remained impassive, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts. Seeing that Lucian didn''t seem to be in a good mood, Isabe continued to ask while her hand squeezed Lucian''s arm reassuringly. Lucian couldn''t help but chuckle to himself, knowing that Isabe was trying to lift his spirits. But he wasn''t surprised in the slightest; he had anticipated something like this from happening. Marcus had ns for Isabe, so he would have surely made sure she could safely enter the sect. And as for Lucian, who seemed to appear out of thin air, it was clear that he wouldn''t be offering any assistance. "S-senior Brother Xander, what exactly is the disciple selection process? How... how can one pass it?" Explore more adventures at empire Isabe continued to ask as they walked over the bridge. Her voice was filled with concern as she spoke. After all, if Lucian couldn''t enter the sect, she would also refuse to join. Her love to her brother was now unwavering. "The disciple selection process," Xander replied, his voice taking on a lecturing tone, "is quite straightforward. Once the elder presiding over the exam is certain of your cultivation aptitude, you must fight those who have passed, and in the end, only 10 will be selected." As he spoke, they reached the end of the bridge. Before them stood the small pce, its azure-tiled roof glinting in the moonlight. Intricate carvings of ferocious beasts adorned the walls, seeming toe alive in the y of light and shadow. "Oh! If you are worried about if Lucian can join the sect or not," Xander continued, leading them through a dark archway, "Don''t worry, he has enough strength to at least pass the test to be a member of the Azure Sword sect." Xander said with augh. But his words caused an inner turmoil in Lucian. ''How does he know!?'' Isabe and Celine were surprised too. They exchanged quick nces, their eyes wide with confusion. Celine and Isabe didn''t know that Lucian had already killed a few cultivators previously. Now hearing he could potentially pass the test to join the sect, they couldn''t help but feel a mixture of pride and confusion. Noticing the trio''s surprised and confused expression, Xander proceeded to exin, "When one bes a true cultivator by breaking into Qi Gathering realm, Qi Sense develops naturally. It allows a cultivator to sense the strength of others around them." Earlier when Xander noticed Lucian''s cultivation through his Qi Sense, what he discovered left him momentarily stunned, though he quickly masked his surprise. However, upon thinking of Lucian''s physique he attributed his fast growth to it. Such urrences were not unheard of in the Cultivation World, but these physiques typically only disyed such explosive speed during the Body Strengthening stage of cultivation. This was because this particr stage focused on strengthening the body above all else. However, it wouldn''t take long to realize that having a strong physique was not the only thing that mattered. But, of course it was different for Lucian. With the help of the System, he could upgrade his Innate Fate to get an even stronger physique. Xander exined patiently because he wanted to leave a good first impression on Isabe. After all, she would soon be his when senior brother Marcus was done with her. And there was also her beautiful mother... Thinking about how he could enjoy the legendary mother and daughter pair, his mouth began to water. Xander didn''t exin any further. They soon reached an intersection, where a disciple in an outer disciple robe was standing watch. Xander asked the guard to escort Lucian''s group to the guest room and bid them goodnight before walking off in the opposite direction. He acted like a polite young master, but Lucian couldn''t help but notice the lustful nces he gave towards Celine and Isabe. As Xander''s footsteps faded into the distance, the guard bowed slightly and gestured for them to follow. The guard soon silently led them through a series of winding corridors, each more ornate than thest. Soft light emanated from luminous pearls set into the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. As they turned a corner, the guard paused and gestured to a door intricately carved. "This will be your amodation for the night," He said in a neutral tone, "If you need anything, simply speak aloud, and someone will attend to you, also a servant will soon bring your dinner." Then the guard departed quickly, not waiting for any response. Although two rooms were allocated to them, Celine and Isabe didn''t enter the separate room. The three of them entered the same room, unwilling to be apart in this unfamiliar ce. As they stepped inside, Celine closed the door behind. ... The room was quite spacious. Soft carpets in shades of azure and silver covered the floor, muffling their footsteps. Soft light emanated from glowing crystals embedded in wall, casting a warm glow across the room. Inside the room, a big luxurious bed stood in the center. On the north side, arge window let in a gentle breeze. The pale moonlight came through, mixing with the soft glow of the pearls, creating a beautiful and calming sight. The bathroom was also inside the room. Sitting on the bed, Lucian had a frown etched deeply on his face, his crimson eyes distant as he processed the events of the day. Isabe and Celine sat on either side of him, their faces mirroring his concern. "Brother?" Isabe began hesitantly, "Is everything alright? You''ve been so quiet since we arrived." Lucian remained silent for a while before answering, "It''s nothing. Just thinking about how should I kill that guy who was looking at my women." Isabe and Celine giggled at his words, relieved seeing Lucian''s usual personality. "You should just cut off his worm, and fed it to him alive. That would teach him a lesson!" Isabe replied with a smirk on her lips. Celine, on the other hand, was not so amused, "Son, don''t think about such things! You need to focus on passing the disciple selection tomorrow." Lucian nodded, "Don''t worry, I will definitely pass it." "But for now, my little brother here needs some attention," Lucian said, moving closer to Isabe. Celine shook her head in exasperation but didn''t stop him. After all, she was also worried about her son and wanted to relieve his tension. As Lucian felt Isabe''s warm breath on his neck, a smile appeared on his face. "My dear brother, do you want me to take care of you tonight?" Isabe purred seductively into his ear. "Yes," Lucian spoke, "I want you to take care of me very, very much." "Then I''ll make sure to make you feel good tonight." With that, Isabe wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, intending to kiss. Knock! Knock! Just as they were about to start their fun, they heard a knock on the door. "It seems our dinner has arrived," Celine chuckled, "We can continue after we eat." Lucian and Isabe both groaned in disappointment, but after not eating properly, but only dry fruits, for thest two days, they were hungry. So, after Celine opened the door, they eagerly dug into their meals. The food was delicious. It consisted of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and fragrant rice. Even the wine was exquisite, with a fruity vor that reminded them of home. "Mother, sister, why don''t we have sex in the bathroom?" Lucian asked suggestively. "That''s a great idea!" Celine replied with a smile. As they finished their meal, the trio stood up and headed towards the bathroom. When they got inside, Isabe took off her clothes and began to wash herself. Her smooth skin glistened in the soft light, her curves entuated by the water droplets that ran down her body. While Isabe washing her body, Lucian and Celine also removed their clothes. Lucian was the first to step into the shower. He immediately felt the hot water wash over him, sending waves of warmth through his body. Celine soon joined him, her hands running over his chest and back. As she washed his body, Lucian couldn''t help but notice that Isabe had stopped washing herself and was watching them. "Mom, it seems sister likes watching her mother get pounded by me," Lucian said with a smirk. "Is that so, dear?" Celine asked as she moved her hands down to Lucian''s cock. "Yes, I think she does. Why don''t we give her a show?" "Very well, then let''s do that." With that, Celine turned around and bent over. She ced her hands on the wall and spread her creamy legs, exposing her wet p*ssy and shithole. "Son,e and fuck your mother''s c*nt!" Celine cried out. Lucian wasted no time. He grabbed Celine''s soft hips and plunged his cock into her tight hole. THRUST~ "Ohhhh! My son''s cock feels so good!" Celine moaned as Lucian started to thrust into her crack roughly. "Damn, my mother''s c*nt is so tight!" Lucian grunted as he fucked Celine from behind. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Celine screamed as she felt Lucian''s cock deep inside her, kissing her womb with each thrust. Squelch! Squelch! Squelch~ The sound of their bodies pping together echoed through the bathroom. Thrust... Thrust... p!! Lucian hands wrapped around Celine''s motherly breasts as he squeezed them while pounding her. "Hng... Ahh~ ughmm~~" Meanwhile Celine moaned, using her hands she opened herself wide, epting his wild thrusts. As Lucian fucked his mother, he nced over at Isabe. He noticed that she was rubbing her clit furiously while watching them. "Brother, fuck me too!" Isabe begged, spreading her fingers to show her pink insides. Lucian pulled out of Celine''s pussy and walked over to Isabe. He lifted her up and ced her against the wall. With Celine''s juices still dripping from his cock, he shoved it into Isabe''s pussy. "Ohhh Fuck! Brother''s cock feels so good in my p*ssy!" Isabe moaned as Lucian began to thrust into her. Thrust~ Squelch..! Thrust~ thrust!! "Oh, brother, you''re so big!" Isabe screamed as Lucian fucked her hard, "Ohh... ahh.. ahh... it''s feels so... hot inside... umhg..." "Your c*nt feels so good, sister!" Lucian grunted as he mmed his cock into Isabe''s tight hole. "Ahh... ahh fuck! Brother, fuck me harder!" Isabe moaned as Lucian continued to pound her pussy, "Use your sister''s... uhm... hole... as much as you want... ah... nmmh..." Soon, they were both close to orgasm. "I''m gonna cummmm, brother!" Isabe screamed. "Me toooooooo!" Lucian grunted. With one final thrust, Lucian and Isabe came together. Spurt~! Squirt~!! Gush~ Spurtttt~ The warm water washed over them as they basked in their orgasms. After a few moments, Lucian pulled out of Isabe and turned around to see Celine watching them with a lustful smile on her beautiful face. "My children, you two are so naughty! Let''s do it again!" Chapter 99 Morning F*ckfest [R18] Through the illusion array, the morning sunlight entered through the window, illuminating the guest room and falling on the three naked bodies intertwined on the luxurious bed. Luciany in the middle, his muscr body a stark contrast to the soft curves of Celine and Isabe on either side of him. His long white hair alongwith both mother and daughter''s blue hair creating a beautiful scene. The morning sun cast a golden glow on their skin, highlighting every delicious curve. Celine''s head rested on Lucian''s chest, her long blue hair spilling across his torso like a silken waterfall. Her arm possessively rested over his abdomen, her fingers intertwined with Isabe''s. Isabe, on the other side, had her delicious leg thrown over Lucian''s, her smooth thigh resting between his legs, and her sleeping face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her full breasts pressed against his ribs, rising and falling with each soft breath she took. Lucian woke first, his crimson eyes fluttering open to see the sight of the two beautiful women curled against him. A satisfied smile yed across his lips as his gaze traveled over Celine''s motherly figure. Lucian''s hands began to move, roaming over the soft, warm bodies pressed against him. His left hand found Isabe''s round, supple asscheeks, kneading the flesh gently. His fingers dipped into the crevice between her asscheeks, teasing her asshole, eliciting a sleepy moan from his sister. His right hand slid up Celine''s back, tracing her spine before tangling in her silky blue hair. He gently guided her head up towards his, their eyes meeting as she stirred awake. A soft smile graced her lips as Lucian leaned down, capturing his mother''s mouth in a deep kiss. Smooooching~~ Slurp~ slurp~ Sluuuurp~~ His tongue slipped past her parted lips, exploring her warm and wet mouth. He tasted the lingering sweetness ofst night''s wine as their tongues licked and sucked each other. "Mmphmm~" Celine moaned softly into the kiss, her body pressing closer to his. Thrust... Thrust...! As Lucian''s index and middle fingers began to prate Isabe''s tiny hole without any lubrication, she too stirred awake feeling the sudden pain and pleasure. Her eyes opened, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the intrusion. "Mmm... brother," She moaned softly, her wide hips instinctively pushing back against his fingers. Isabe''s tight asshole clenched around Lucian''s fingers, resisting the dry pration. Scrrttch~ Thrust~ The friction caused a burning sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure that made Isabe''s toes curl. She bit her lower lip, stifling a moan as Lucian''s fingers pushed deeper. Lucian broke the kiss with Celine, turning his attention to Isabe. He captured her lips in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as his fingers continued to prate deeper into her ass. Shlup~ sluuuurp~ slurp~ Celine''s hand slid down Lucian''s chiseled abs, her fingers tracing the defined muscles before reaching lower. She paused briefly at his navel, circling it teasingly, before continuing her descent. As her hand traveled further down, she encountered the hair of his pubic region. She didn''t find her son''s hair disgusting, but rather more alluring. Her fingersbed through it gently, eliciting a low groan from Lucian. Celine''s hand didn''t stop there. She reached between her own legs, finding her wet hole already dripping. She dipped two fingers into her dripping c*nt, coating them thoroughly with her juices. Squelch~ thrust~ Squelch~ squish~ The lewd squelching sounds of her fingers fingering her own hole filled the air, mixing with the soft moans from Isabe as Lucian continued to finger her ass. Once Celine''s fingers were thoroughly lubricated, she reached Lucian''s cock and used her sticky juices to coat his thick penis. Her slender fingers wrapped around his girth, spreading her wetness along his long dick. The warmth of her hand and the slickness of her c*nt-juices made Lucian''s blood-red cock twitch with anticipation. Celine''s thumb circled the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the precum that had begun to leak from the tip. She teased the small slit at the top, causing Lucian to buck his hips involuntarily. Celine couldn''t help but marvel at the size of him, remembering how he had stretched her own tight p*ssyst night. Rub! Rub! Squeeze! sluch~ As Celine stroked Lucian''s now slippery cock, Isabe continued to moan into their kiss. Lucian''s fingers were now buried knuckle-deep in her ass, stretching her tight hole. The initial pain now gone, letting her feel a burning pleasure that radiated through her body. Breaking the kiss, he sat up, simultaneously pulling his fingers from Isabe''s tight hole. Her asshole clenched, yearning for more. She moaned softly as he left her hole wanting. "Turn over," Lucianmanded, his voiceced with lust. He ordered as Celine moved obediently. She presented her voluptuous ass to him. She stretched her chubby asscheeks to reveal her tiny hole that was slowly clenching and rxing in anticipation. "Son, fuck your mother''s this hole you''ve neglectedst night," Celine said in a sultry voice, "Let''s have sex like animals!" Lucian''s eyes fixated on the puckered rosebud nestled between his mother''s plump cheeks. Her asshole winked at him ¨C soft pink against the creamy white of her voluptuous cheeks ¨C the tight ring of muscle clenching and rxing rhythmically. The sight made his cock throb intensely. He positioned himself behind Celine, his hands gripping her soft hips. The head of his cock, coated with Celine''s juices and his own precum, pressed against her tight entrance. He rubbed it up and down her tiny crack, coating it in the juices that had leaked from her pussy. Thruuuuust~~ With a slow, steady push, Lucian began to prate her shithole. His bubblous tip streching her pink hole ever so slowly. "Ahh.. ahh..." Celine''s moans filled the room as she felt her son''s massive cock slowly pushing past her tight sphincter. Her ass opened up, epting his thick girth. He pushed in further, inch by inch, his cock filling her tight asshole. His thickness was stretching her, and she felt herself opening up to him. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her inner walls, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her body. With his cock buried to the hilt in Celine''s tight hole, Lucian began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, but soon building up to a steady rhythm. "Ohh... son y-your dick is amazing... a-ahh.. thrust more... fuck h-harder...!!" p! p! p! Thrust! He looked down, watching his fat cock disappearing into his mother''s tight asshole. The sight was intoxicating, and he felt his own pleasure building rapidly. As Lucian continued to pound into Celine''s shithole, Isabe reached between her legs and began to rub her clit. The sight of her brother fucking their mother''s asshole turned her on so much that she couldn''t resist. Her fingers moved rapidly, circling and rubbing her sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Squelch~ Squelch~ Squelch~ Lucian could feel Celine''s tight asshole squeezing him as he thrust in and out. Her asscheeks bounced as he fucked her, his cock pounding her tight hole mercilessly. He leaned forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. His other hand reached around, pinching and squeezing her full breasts. As he yed with her tits, Lucian pped them causing them to jiggle in his palm. "Mmm... yes, son! Fuck your mother''s ass hard!" Celine moaned, "Spank more... umhmm... Squeeze my breasts..." Isabe couldn''t take it anymore. She leaned forward, capturing Lucian''s lips in a deep kiss as he fucked Celine''s ass. Their tongues met, swirling together as they shared their lust. Sluurp! Slurping~! Mhhh~~ Lucian gathered a lump of thick saliva, and fed it directly to Isabe while pounding Celine''s shit-hole. As Isabe kissed and drank Lucian''s saliva, she reached back and spread her own asscheeks apart, revealing her pink asshole. She found Lucian''s hand and ced it on her round ass, guiding it to her an*s. He wasted no time, pushing his middle finger into her tight hole. He worked his finger in and out of her asshole, matching the rhythm of his thrusts into Celine''s ass. Thrust! Thrust! Smack~ Thrust~ It wasn''t long before Lucian felt Isabe''s asshole clenching around his finger, signaling she was close to her climax. He increased his pace, mming his cock into Celine''s tight hole with renewed vigor. His fingers pushed deeper into Isabe''s asshole, fingering her roughly as he fucked their mother''s ass. "Uggh... ahh... don''t stop darling.... I''m close ... Mommy gonna c-cummm.... Mommy gonna cumm from her ass...ohh..." THRUST!! Squirt~ Gush~~ Squirrrrt~~! Celine was the first toe, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her ass clenched tightly around Lucian''s cock, sending him over the edge. Squuuuirt... Squirrttt~ Squirt~~ "Ohh... mhhmmm..." Isabe followed close behind, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. She moaned into Lucian''s mouth as her asshole clenched around his finger, spraying her juices all over Lucian''s body. As Isabe was trembling, Lucian pulled his cock out of Celine''s ass with a loud "slurp". He positioned himself above Isabe''s mouth and shoved his still hard cock into her throat. Thrust... gagh...Thrust... gukh...Thrust... mphh... He grabbed her face, and fucked hard and fast, thrusting his hips as he buried himself in her mouth. Celine watched, mesmerized, as her daughter gagged on her son''s cock. Her eyes watered, and her tears ran down her cheeks, but she didn''t stop sucking him off. Isabe tasted her mother''s ass on Lucian''s cock and couldn''t help but feel turned on by the lewdness of it all. She felt his cock twitching in her mouth, signaling his impending orgasm. "Ugh... Huh... ohh... sis... I''m... mm cuuuming... inside your mouth... ahh... so good... sis take it allllll..." Thruuusttt~~~ With onest thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in her mouth, spilling his hot milk down her throat. Gulp~ swallow~ glup~ He pulled out, and she sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air as his seed spilled from her lips. As Lucian caught his breath, Celine leaned forward and began to lick his cock clean. She licked up every drop of his c*m and Isabe''s spit, savoring the saltiness, sweetness and stickiness that coated her tongue. The three of themy together, basking in the afterglow of their intense morning fuckfest. "We need to have a shower before we head out," Celine said panting. Three of them looked at each other, and startedughing. In the bathroom they had another round of fucking, this time Celine got fucked in her c*nt while Isabe got fucked in her ass. Chapter 100 Azure Sword Mountain As Lucian, Celine, and Isabe emerged after cleaning the traces of their sexual indulgences from the previous night and this morning, the same guard who had assisted them earlier was already waiting for them. Upon seeing Lucian''s party of three, he said in a neutral tone, "Senior brother Xander asked me bring you three to the teleportation room. Follow me." The guard then turned and began walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. The trio exchanged nces, a mix of excitement and apprehension in their eyes as they silently followed. Even Lucian was a bit tense. Although he had already reached 8th Layer of the Body Strengthening Realm, he still felt Xander was extremely strong. If he suddenly attacked, perhaps he might be able to save himself, but what about Isabe and Celine? Not to mention, there was other sect disciples here as well. Wouldn''t they attack him too? They would surely listen to Xander given his statuspared to them. But did he have any choice? This was the only way out of here! ... Lucian was now dressed in a simple dark blue robe, its fabric smooth against his skin. His long white hair fell down his back like strands of silver, with a ck band holding it in a loose tie. Isabe was wearing a light azure dress that reached just below her knees, hugging her curveceous body to show her curvaceous figure. The dress sparkled softly as she moved, making her look stunning. Her long deep blue hair was braided and pinned up with silver pins. Celine wore a high-necked crimson gown that fell to her ankles. Though not revealing, the dress clung to her curves, showing her voluptuous figure beneath. A gold chain wrapped around her neck, drawing attention to her delicious corbones. They were only carrying bags on their shoulder as they followed the guard. After passing through a few corridors, the guard led them to a heavily guarded section of the pce. Here, Xander was already waiting, and the few outer diciples were busy ttering him. At this moment, seeing that Isabe and Celine had finally arrived, Xander shed a dazzling smile, his eyes glinting with barely concealed lust as he examined their bodies. But he quickly hid it. "Let''s go," He said, opening the door behind him. The door was made of an unknown material ¡ª though not too thick, it was cold to the touch and had no design whatsoever. The room was simple, with no windows, and a few glowing pearls suspended from the ceiling, casting a soft light across the space. In the middle of the room, a circr tform was erected with weird symbols etched into its surface. Strangely the symbols pulsed with a faint light. Beside it, Dorian stood, his face concentrated as he activated the teleportation array. As he plugged thest low-grade spirit stone into a specific node of the array, it began to pulse. Xander and Isabe''s group now stopped in front of the array formation, and his eyes immediately moved toward Celine and Isabe, and Dorian couldn''t help but draw in a sharp breath. "Cough! Junior brother Dorian, is everything ready?" Xander''s sharp voice cut through Dorian''s inner thoughts. In his mind, he was already nning to have "fun" with Isabe''s mother, Celine! Even though he couldn''t touch Isabe for now, but her mother was apletely different story. And now, seeing his asshole ogling "his woman", he was furious. If it hadn''t been for the fact that he needed to report to Marcus today, he would''ve stayed to kill this bastard! "G-greetings, Senior Brother Xander," Dorian said with a slight bow, "And wee to the sect, junior sister." But seeing herck of response, he couldn''t help but feel angry inwardly. Yet, he didn''t dare show any reaction, especially with senior brother Xander present. Instead, he forced a polite smile and continued, "The array is fully prepared, Senior Brother. It''s ready to transport you to the sect." As the array was fully activated, the circr tform began to emit faint light that soon intensified, bathing the room in a blue glow. Xander turned around and spoke to Isabe with a warm smile, "Junior sister, this is a teleportation array that you''ll also use frequently in the future. You just need to step onto the tform and remain still. The array will do the rest." Although Isabe felt ufortable, she still maintained herposure. After all, as a princess, her ability to mask her true feelings was well-honed. She nodded politely, her eyes flickering briefly to Lucian before returning to Xander. "Thank you for the exnation, Senior Brother," She replied, her voice steady despite her inner disgust. Xander''s smile widened, pleased by her response. He gestured towards the glowing tform, "Ladies first¡­" Isabe hesitated for a moment, then she and Celine stepped forward onto the array. They felt a strange as if a tingling sensation spread from their toes to the top of their heads, and for a brief moment, they felt weightless, as if floating in a vast sea of nothingness. Then without waiting for Lucian, Xander entered the formation, "Don''t worry junior sister, as this is your first time, you may feel a bit of a headache. But it''spletely safe." "Mmm," Isabe only nodded. As Lucian also stepped onto the tform, the blue glow intensified, enveloping them all in a cocoon of shimmering light. The world around them began to blur and distort, colors swirling together like paint on a canvas. A sensation of weightlessness overcame them, as if they were floating in a vast ocean. The light grew brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding! Lucian instinctively closed his eyes, feeling a strange tingling sensation spread throughout his body. It wasn''t painful, but it was certainly disorienting. Just as the sensation began to overwhelm him, everything snapped back into focus. The azure light faded, and Lucian blinked rapidly, his crimson eyes adjusting to the sudden change. When his vision cleared, even with his strong mentality, Lucian was stunned by sudden change. He was no longer in the small teleportation room, but at the foot of a vast mountain! As Lucian looked up, he couldn''t see the peak of the mountain. It was covered in white clouds. The sky here was clear of clouds, so as the sunlight touched the mountain''s slopes, it created a breathtaking sight. The towering mountain resembled a celestial sword, as if it were trying to break free from the earth and pierce the heavens above. From this distance, Lucian could only see some tall pavilions, but he was sure many smaller structures were hidden among the lush greenery that nketed the mountain. Isabe and Celine gasped, their eyes wide as they looked around at the new surroundings. Lucian felt the refreshing air around him, and as someone who had already experienced the unique sensation of Spiritual Energy before, he could sense its presence everywhere in this ce. However, the concentration was not as strong as that of a low-grade spirit stone. As Lucian''s heart raced, both from the beauty of thendscape and the sudden fear that still clung to him like a shadow, he couldn''t shake off the feeling of being scanned. But as soon as the sudden feeling arrived, it also quickly vanished! "Cough!" After getting their attention, Xander arrogantly spoke, "This mountain is called Azure Sword Mountain. And right now we''re at Azure Sword city." Xander continued, "For today, junior sister, you can find an inn and stay there. Oh! By the way, you can''t use your mortal gold here. So, here!" Xander threw 5 low-grade spirit stones toward Isabe, "You can use this." Isabe caught the spirit stones, their cool surfaces pulsing faintly against her palm. Even for him, this many spirit stones was valuable, but to maintain his image in front of Isabe, Xander had no choice but to give them away. After all, these low-grade spirit stones were nothingpared to what he could gain in the future. Isabe''s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected generosity. She bowed her head slightly, her voice soft as she replied, "Thank you, S-senior Brother." Xander''s eyes glimmered with satisfaction at "her gratitude". He waved his hand dismissively, as if the spirit stones were mere trifles, "Think nothing of it, Junior Sister. Consider it a wee gift." Then Xander turned toward Lucian, who was looking at him without any emotion. However, seeing his extremely handsome face, Xander couldn''t help but feel annoyance. Still, he remained calm and said, "You cane to the foot of the mountain tomorrow morning. The recruitment process will begin at dawn." Lucian nodded quietly, his red eyes hiding his true thoughts. Xander''s gaze lingered on Lucian for a moment longer, as if trying to read the young man''s reaction. Finding nothing, he turned away with a barely perceptible frown. "Well then, I''ll take my leave. Junior sister Isabe, I look forward to seeing you at the sect tomorrow," Xander said with a charming smile, his eyes briefly flickering to Celine before he turned and strode away, his azure robes billowing in the gentle breeze. Chapter 101 Azure Sword City A vast city streched before them at the foot of the towering sword-like mountain, the peak of which was always hidden by thick clouds. Although the city structure was simple, it exuded an ancient aura. This vast city was called Azure Sword City! The city was divided into two parts: outer and inner. The outer part of the city was mainly popted by mortal residents who ran various shops and stores in the inner city. As for the inner city, only the family members of the Azure Sword sect''s disciples and cultivators were allowed to reside there. But, of course, there was a limit to how many family members each disciple could bring. ¡­ As Xander disappeared into the bustling crowd, Lucian, Isabe, and Celine turned their attention to their surroundings. Right now, they were in the teleportation array area of the Azure Sword sect. This array formation was muchrger than the one they had just left, spanning an area of nearly fifty meters. It was situated in the outer part of the city to prevent any unauthorized direct ess to the inner sanctum of the city. As they exited the formation area, they were immediately engulfed by the vibrant atmosphere of Azure Sword City. Although most of the mortals were now working in the inner city, the outer city was also bustling with activities. The road was nearly two meters vast and paved with smooth stone. On both sides of the road, as they walked, they could see that most of the buildings were made using wood that, although looked like bamboo, emanated a calming aroma that soothed their senses. The structures were rising two to three stories high, with gently sloping roofs. Delicate papernterns hung from the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze. As they ventured further into the city, the trio was met with a mix of loud sounds and bright colors. Mortals, dressed in simple yet colorful robes, bustled about their daily lives, creating a lively atmosphere that was both foreign and exciting to Celine and Isabe. Although Lucian was used to a modern lifestyle, he gradually adapted to the changes in this new world, which he found far more interesting. Along both sides of the wide stone road, aside from therge shops, countless vendors had set up makeshift stalls. Many had simply spread woven bamboo mats on the ground, disying their wares in a disorganized manner atop them, while a few had even erected small wooden stands. "Fresh fruits! Picked this morning from the Azure Orchards!" A rotund man with a bushy beard shouted, gesturing to a pile of shimmering, red fruits. Nearby, a middle-aged woman in a revealing dress with a kind face had spread out a simple bamboo mat, disying an array of intricately carved yellow-colored papers. "1st grade Illusion Talismans!" She called out in a surprisingly strong voice, "Trap the husband in a dream while you f*ck his wife!" Her direct way of advertising drew the attention of many men, who quietly bought her wares. As they walked the bustling streets, the people passing by couldn''t help but steal another nce at the trio, thinking whose family they might belong to. After all, these days, because of the Azure Sword sect''s recruitment process, many extraordinary young talents had been flooding into the city. Most of them couldn''t enter the inner city, so the outer area became heavily crowded. Lucian''s crimson eyes were drawn to the strange, shimmering fruits. They were unlike anything he had ever seen before. As he pondered whether these fruits might possess some unique properties, a sudden sound broke his concentration. "Growl~~" The noise came from beside him, and Lucian turned to see Isabe''s beautiful face flushed a deep crimson. She quickly averted her gaze, her longshes fluttering as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "I-I¡­," Isabe stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Celine chuckled softly, cing aforting hand on her daughter''s shoulder, "There''s no need to be embarrassed, dear." Lucian also chuckled, his crimson eyes softening as he gazed at Isabe. "We should find some lunch before looking for an inn," He suggested, his voice gentle, "After all, we''ve had quite the journey." As if in agreement, Isabe''s stomach growled once more, causing her blush to deepen. Celineughed softly, linking her arm with her daughter''s, "Come, let''s see what delicacies this city has to offer." They continued down the bustling street, their senses overwhelmed by the myriad of sights, sounds, and smells. Soon, they spotted a bustling two-story restaurant, its entrance marked by a wooden sign bearing the name "Golden Bamboo Restaurant" in flowing calligraphy. The scent of aromatic spices and sizzling meats wafted from the open door and windows, making their mouths water. As soon as they entered, a young waiter came rushing over. He bowed deeply, his voice respectful as he greeted them, "Wee, honored guests, to the Golden Bamboo Restaurant. Would you prefer to dine on our Spirit Rise dishes and Spirit Beast meats, or would you like our regr dishes?" Lucian''s crimson eyes flickered with interest at the unfamiliar terms. "Spirit Rise dishes? Spirit Beast meats? What''s the difference between these and normal food?" He inquired, his curiosity piqued. The waiter''s eyes lit up, clearly pleased to exin. He straightened his posture, adopting a more knowledgeable air as he spoke, "Spirit Rise dishes are prepared using ingredients grown in areas rich with spiritual energy." The waiter continued, "As for Spirit Beast meats, theye from creatures that have absorbed Spiritual Energy from their environment. Eating them regrly can enhance the body." Compared to normal foods that could be bought with mortal gold, spiritual-infused foods were really expensive. Two tes of Spirit Rise cost one low-grade Spirit Stone, and one te of low-grade beast meat cost one Spirit Stone. Although Celine and Isabe didn''t order after hearing the prices, Lucian couldn''t help but notice their eager faces. And he was also curious about these foods. Just as Lucian was about to order, two young men rushed into the restaurant and bumped into him. "Who the f¨C" They were about to reprimand the group for blocking the way, but as soon as they saw Isabe''s beautiful face and Celine''s mature body, their words died in their throats. The taller of the two, a handsome youth with sharp features and eyes, quicklyposed himself. He stepped forward, a charming smile gracing his lips as he addressed Isabe directly. "My apologies for our rudeness," He said, his voice smooth as silk, "I am Arden, May I have the honor of knowing your name?" Isabe, caught off guard by the sudden attention, hesitated for a moment. Her deep blue eyes flickered with annoyance. But suddenly, she noticed that the other young man was holding a small pouch from which she could see some Spirit Stones! Earlier, they were counting the stones, so they didn''t notice Lucian and bumped into him. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as she turned to face the two young men. Her cherry lips curled into a coy smile, and she fluttered her longshes demurely. "Oh my, how kind of you to ask," She said, her voice as sweet as honey, "I''m Isabe, and these are my brother and mother." For her, behaving like a weak woman was as easy as breathing. The taller youth, Arden, bowed slightly, his eyes never leaving Isabe''s face. "It''s a pleasure to meet you all. This is my friend, Rex," He said, indicating the shorter youth beside him. Rex stepped forward, his gaze darting between Isabe and Celine appreciatively, "Forgive me for asking, but you three don''t seem familiar. Are you new to Azure Sword City?" Isabe''s eyes widened with feigned excitement, her lips parting in a dazzling smile. "Oh yes, we''ve just arrived in this magnificent city!" She eximed, her voice filled with excitement, "Everything here is so new and fascinating. I feel like I''ve stepped into a dream!" Arden and Rex exchanged pleased nces, clearly delighted by Isabe''s enthusiasm. Arden stepped forward. "Well then, allow us to wee you properly to Azure Sword City," He said, his voice smooth as silk, "Perhaps you''d honor us by joining us for lunch? We''d be more than happy to share some of the city''s finest delicacies with you." Isabe''s "hesitated", "The food here is so expensive, so I don''t think¡­" Arden''s eyes lit up, seeing an opportunity. He waved his hand dismissively, "Please, don''t worry about the cost. It would be our pleasure to treat you and your family to a proper Azure Sword City wee." Rex nodded eagerly, "Indeed! We insist. Allow us to show you the best this restaurant has to offer." Isabe nced at Lucian and Celine, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Oh, that''s so kind of you! What do you think, brother? Mother?" Celine, catching on to her daughter''s game, smiled warmly, "That''s very generous of you, young men. We''d be delighted to ept." Lucian quickly understood his sister''s n, having already spotted the bag full of spirit stones. He was slightly surprised to see this side of Isabe. Your next journey awaits at empire A hint of amusement flickered in his crimson eyes as he watched what happened next. Chapter 102 Crimson Butterfly Powder Unlike the open first floor, where tables were ced without much thought, the second floor had small private booths, each divided by wooden walls. As the group settled into their seats in a room on the second floor of the Golden Bamboo Restaurant, Lucian''s crimson eyes swept over the two young men who had so eagerly invited them to lunch. His lips curled into a smirk, hidden behind the teacup as he took a sip of the fragrant jasmine tea. Earlier, when Arden had bumped into him, Lucian had somewhat felt the young man''s cultivation. It was pathetically weak, most likely in the 3rd or 4thyer of Body Strengthening Realm. Compared to Lucian''s 8thyer, they were like ants trying to shake a mountain. So Lucian didn''t stop Isabe from epting the invitation to lunch with Arden and Rex. An old waiter approached their room, bowing deeply, "Honored guests, what would you like to order?" Stay tuned to empire Arden leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We must introduce our new friends to the delicacies of Azure Sword City," He dered, "Waiter, bring us your finest Spirit Rise dishes and a selection of your most exquisite Spirit Beast meats!" The old waiter nodded eagerly, "Excellent choice, honored guest. I''ll bring our chef''s specialties right away." As the waiter hurried off, Isabe turned to Arden and Rex with a dazzling smile, "You''re both so kind. Tell me, are you here for the Azure Sword Sect recruitment as well?" Rex puffed out his chest proudly, "Indeed we are! Arden and I have been training arduously for this opportunity. With our talents, we''re sure to be epted." Arden nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Isabe''s beautiful face, "What about you? Are you also here to participate in thepitition?" Isabe''s eyes widened in feigned awe, "Oh my, you must be incredibly talented! I''m afraid I''m not here to participate myself. My brother Lucian is the one hoping to join the sect." Arden and Rex''s eyes shifted to Lucian, their expressions a mix of curiosity and hidden contempt. "Is that so?" Arden said, his tone slightly condescending, "And what level of cultivation have you achieved, Lucian?" But before Lucian could respond, the waiter returned with several steaming dishes. The aroma that wafted from the tes was intoxicating, unlike anything they had ever smelled before. "Please enjoy our chef''s specialties," The waiter announced, "We have Spirit Rise bamboo shoots, cloud mushrooms, and jade leaf soup. For Spirit Beast meats, we''ve prepared seared azure pheasant, a specialty of the Azure Sword city." Seeing so much spirit-infused food, Arden and Rex were stunned. They hadn''t expected the waiter to bring out such expensive dishes without confirming their order first. As Arden hesitated, wondering if he should ask the waiter to take these back and bring cheaper spirit rice and beast meat instead, the waiter winked with a lewd smile, showcasing his yellow teeth. He was clearly trying to encourage the "young masters" to impress their beautifulpanions. The table was a feast for both the eyes and nose. The Spirit Rise bamboo shoots glistened with an beautiful sheen, their emerald hue more vibrant than any mortal vegetable. The cloud mushrooms floated delicately atop the jade leaf soup. The aroma wafting from the beast meat was truly intoxicating. Rex''s eyes widened as he mentally calcted the cost of such avish meal. Each dish alone would cost at least 5 spirit stones, and there were several dishes on the table. The total bill would easily exceed 30 spirit stones! Sweat began to form on his brow as he realized they needed nearly half of their spirit stones to cover such an extravagant meal. He nced nervously at Arden, who seemed equally taken aback. Isabe, noticing their difort, chuckled inwardly and decided to push a little further. She pped her hands in delight, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, "Oh my! This all looks so good! You two sirs are so generous. I can''t wait to try everything!" Celine nodded in agreement, her mature face lit up with a warm smile, "Indeed, such hospitality is rare." Isabe''s words seemed to snap Arden and Rex out of their stunned silence. They exchanged a quick, panicked nce before Rex leaned in close to Arden, whispering urgently to him. Rex''s eyes widened in panic as he whispered to Arden, "Arden, if we spend this much here, we won''t have enough spirit stones left to bribe the Elder for both of us to enter the sect! What should we do?" Arden nodded, "I know, I know! But we can''t back out now. We''ll lose face in front of these beauties!" Arden''s face darkened for a moment before a cruel smirk twisted his lips. He leaned in close, his voice barely audible even to Rex. "Don''t worry, brother. Have you forgotten? My father didn''t raise weaklings," Arden''s eyes glinted with a malevolent light, "Remember the Crimson Butterfly Powder he gave me? We''ll use it on these country bumpkins. Once they''re under its influence, we can take them to the Hidden Willow Brothel. Old Man Liu will pay handsomely for fresh merchandise, especially for one as beautiful as that Isabe girl." Rex''s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and intrigue shing through them. He leaned in even closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Brother Arden, you mean... we could enjoy these delicate flowers ourselves before selling them, right?" His gaze flickered to Isabe and Celine, a hunger growing in his eyes that had nothing to do with the feastid before them. Arden''s lips curled into a lecherous grin, his voice husky with barely contained desire. "Indeed, little brother. Why should we let Old Man Liu have all the fun?" He paused, his eyes roaming over Isabe''s delicate features and Celine''s mature curves, "These jade-like beauties are too exquisite to simply hand over without... proper appreciation. And we can also sell this pretty boy as a sex ve! Hehe!!" At this moment, Isabe and Celine had already started eating, their eyes widened in astonishment. The vors that burst across their tongues were unlike anything they had ever experienced before. The Spirit Rise bamboo shoots were crisp and refreshing, with a subtle sweetness. While the cloud mushrooms melted in their mouths, their texture impossibly light. And the jade leaf soup was sweet and spicy, yet packed with a depth of vor that seemed to change with each sip. But it was the seared azure pheasant that truly took their breath away. The meat was incredibly tender, practically falling off the bone. Lucian pretended not to notice the two of them taking, as his crimson eyes widened imperceptibly as he ate the exquisite dishes before him. Though he had tasted many delicacies in his previous life, nothing couldpare to the burst of vors. However, he was disappointed to find that these spirit foods contained too little spiritual energy to have any direct effect. Only after eating regrly, it might be helpful. As he savored the extraordinary meal, Lucian''s hand stealthily found its way to Celine''s smooth thigh beneath the table, starling her. As he began to massage her soft skin through the dress, he could sense her stiffening slightly at his touch. His eyes met hers, as Lucian hand began to moved toward her pussy, which was hidden beneath her dress. So he slowly lifted her gown, revealing more and more of her smooth thighs. Celine''s face flushed with embarrassment, but she didn''t try to stop him. Instead, she raised her fat ass, so that he could more easily pull up her dress. She simply continued eating as if nothing were happening, trying her best to ignore the heat that was beginning to pool between her plump thighs. As Lucian''s fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her panties, he was surprised to find that they were already slightly damp with arousal. He smirked inwardly, his lips curling into a devious grin. It seemed that his mother was enjoying herself more than she was letting on. With a quick nce around the table, Lucian slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Celine''s panties, his fingertips grazing the fat lips of her pussy. He gently parted them, exposing her slick inner folds to the cool air. Celine gasped softly, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. Her ocean eyes darted nervously around the table, but no one seemed to be paying attention to what Lucian was doing. thrust~ squelch~ thruuust! squelch!! squelchhh~~ squeeze~ As Lucian began to softly fingering her, Celine''s hand also found its way to his thigh, lightly rubbing his cock through his pants. Her touch was electric, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. Their subtle movements were hidden by the tablecloth, but Lucian couldn''t help but wonder if anyone had noticed what they were doing. However, as he nced at the two young men across from him, Lucian realized that Arden and Rex werepletely oblivious. Lucian had enough confidence that even if these two assholes tried to do what they just discussed, he would be fast enough to protect Celine and Isabe. So Lucian silently pulled out his already hard dick and let his mother strock it as he continued fingering her wet hole, all while eating the delicious food. Meanwhile, Arden and Rex exchanged a meaningful nce, their earlier panic reced by a sinister anticipation. Chapter 103 Im Lyra The sunlight streamed in, bringing the sound of the bustling street below. In a room on the second floor of the Golden Bamboo Restaurant, Arden cleared his throat, catching the attention of the group. With a charming smile, he raised his hand to signal the waiter. "The only thing missing now is fine wine," he suddenly announced in a smooth and confident voice, "Waiter, bring us your best spirit wine!" Although the spirit wine was even more expensive than the spirit rice, Arden had no choice if he wanted his n to seed. After all, the Crimson Butterfly Powder, a sleeping drug that even early-stage Qi Gathering realm cultivators could barely resist, worked best when mixed with liquids than with food. And right now, wine was the best choice. The old waiter''s eyes lit up at the request. He bowed deeply, a smile ying on his wrinkled lips, "An excellent choice, young master. I have just the thing." As the waiter shuffled away, Arden leaned back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "You''re in for a treat," he said, his eyes lingering on Isabe, "The spirit wines of Azure Sword City are unlike anything you''ve ever tasted." Momentster, the waiter returned, carefully bncing a tray with an exquisite jade bottle. "This, esteemed guests, is our Azure Cloud Spirit Wine," The waiter proimed proudly, "It''s made using spirit fruits grown on the slopes of the Azure Sword Mountain." Before the waiter could praise the wine further and Arden could react, Lucian pulled his fingers out of Celine''s wet hole and decisively took the jade bottle from the tray. "As guests, allow me to assist with the pouring," His crimson eyes glinted with amusement as he spoke. The jade bottle was cool to the touch, its surface etched with intricate patterns of swirling clouds. The waiter, momentarily taken aback, quickly regained hisposure and bowed deeply, "Of course, of course, young master. Your generosity knows no bounds." Saying that, he turned and quietly departed, gently shutting the door behind him¡­ As Lucian uncorked it, a sweet, intoxicating aroma filled the air, simr to morning mountain mists and ripe peaches. Soon he began to pour the spirit wine into the porcin cups before each person. The aroma that filled the air was abination of ripe peaches and apples, with a hint of mountain mist. The color of the wine was a pale blue. The aroma intensified as the wine was poured, filling the private dining room with a mouth-watering fragrance. Arden and Rex watched with barely concealed frustration as Lucian took control of the pouring. Their n to secretly add the Crimson Butterfly Powder to the drinks had been thwarted before it could even begin. Lucian''s crimson eyes flickered with amusement as he noticed their difort, a smirk ying at the corners of his lips. He didn''t want to act now cause first, he needed to confirm the consequences of critically injuring or identally killing someone in Azure Sword city. He also had to consider the possibility of this restaurant belonging to a powerful person and whether they would retaliate against him directly. Even if they only demandedpensation, he didn''t have enough spirit stones to cover it. And the second reason, he really wanted to taste the spirit wine. However, just as Lucian was about to raise his cup to his lips, eager to taste the spirit wine of Azure Sword city, a sudden knock echoed through the private dining room. "Arden, are you in there?" A melodious feminine voice called out from behind the closed door, its tone tinged with a hint of concern and urgency. Arden''s face paled visibly all of a sudden, his eyes widening in recognition. He nearly knocked over his wine cup as he jerked upright, his earlier bravery now gone. "M-mother?" he spoke aloud, his voice shaky. Explore more stories at empire Before anyone could react, the door slid open with a soft rustle, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman in her early forties. The woman''s curvaceous figure was entuated by her tight-fitting ck robe, which hugged her curves in all the right ces. Her waist was slim, contrasting with her full, rounded hips and ample breasts. Her long, raven-ck hair was intricately coiled atop her head, revealing her slender neck, which was adorned with jade hairpins that tinkled softly as she moved. Her face was beautiful ¡ª almond-shaped eyes the color of honey, high cheekbones, and plump rosy lips painted a shade of pink. There was a beauty spot under her left eye. Despite her age, her skin was wless. As she gracefully entered the room, herrge breasts swayed gently with each step, drawing Lucian''s eyes. Her gaze settled on Arden, who seemed to shrink under her scrutiny. "Finally found you! Arden, what are you doing here? You suddenly went out without telling me," she said, her voice stern yet melodious. As she spoke, she moved further into the room, her fat hips swaying with each step. She sat into an empty seat at the table, her movements graceful. As she sat down next to Arden, her robe shifted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her long, shapely legs. Celine and Isabe exchanged nces, surprise reflected in their eyes as they looked at the stunning woman who had just joined them. Celine also quickly pulled up her panties. Arden''s heart raced as he struggled to find words, his earlier confidence shattered by his mother''s sudden appearance. "I¨CI was just catching up with some new friends," he stammered, trying to sound casual. The mature woman raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Lucian, Isabe, and Celine, who remained seated with curious expressions painted on their faces. "And these must be your new ''friends''?" she asked. "Y-yes, mother," Arden replied, his voice strained as he gestured towards the others, "This is Isabe, her brother Lucian, and their mother Celine. They''re new to Azure Sword City." The woman''s honey-colored eyes swept over the group, lingering for a moment on Lucian. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw his handsome face, from his striking crimson eyes to the strong line of his jaw. A hint of appreciation flickered in her honey-colored eyes. Her lips curved into a smile as she introduced herself. "I am Lyra, Arden''s mother," she said, her voice smooth as silk, "It''s a pleasure to meet you all." As she spoke, she shifted her chubby ass in her seat, her robe rustling softly. The movement caused a spoon to fall off the table, ttering to the wooden floor. "Ah! Sorry about that!" Lyra eximed, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She quickly leaned down to retrieve the fallen spoon, her ample bosom pressing against the edge of the table. As she bent over, her robe gaped open slightly, offering Lucian an unintended view down her tits. Her full, round breasts were barely contained by her ck bra, threatening to spill out at any moment. As Lyra reached for the spoon, her honey-colored eyes abruptly widened in shock. There, beneath the table, she caught sight of something that made her breath catch in her throat. With his foreskin peeling back, Lucian''s thick cock stood erect beneath the table. The crimson head glistened with a bead of precum as Lucian noticing, internationally shifted his hips, angling his penis towards Lyra. As their eyes met, Lucian''s lips curled into a knowing smirk. He saw Lyra''s honey-colored eyes widen, her lips parting slightly in a gasp as she saw the sight before her. Lyra''s beautiful face flushed a deep crimson. She quickly averted her gaze, straightening up with the retrieved spoon clutched tightly in her trembling hand. Lyra blushed, but she quickly regained herposure. Clearing her throat, she said, "W-well, it''s a pleasure to meet you all." Although Lucian didn''t expect such a beautiful women to suddenly appear, he didn''t mind "eating such a delicious meal". "The pleasure is ours, Lady Lyra," he replied. "Allow me to properly introduce ourselves. This is my sister, Isabe," he gestured towards her, and Lyra''s gaze momentarily flickered to Celine, "And this is our mother, Celine." "So, um... what brings you to Azure Sword City?" Lyra asked nodding, her voice slightly unsteady as she addressed Lucian''s group. Lucian''s crimson eyes gleamed with mischief as he replied, "We''re here for the Azure Sword Sect recruitment. In fact, my sister, Isabe is already an inner sect disciple. So it''s basically me, trying to enter." At these words, Arden and Rex''s faces drained of color, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief. "I-Inner sect disciple?" Arden stammered, his earlier bravadopletely evaporated, "IMPOSSIBLE! She isn''t a Qi Gathering realm cultivator, so h-how can she be? Don''t lie!" Lucian smiled as he calmly took out an an identity token with the symbol of a silver azure sword, signifying the status of an inner sect disciple. It was actually Xander who left this for "extra security". And now, using this identity token, Lucian would pound this woman senseless! After all, wasn''t it a mother''s duty to ept the punishment on behalf of her son? Chapter 104 Im Not This Kind Of Doctor! [Mild R18] At this moment, Lucian, Celine and Isabe were settled into a spacious room on the third floor of the Azure Mist Inn. The room wasvishly furnished, with carved wooden furniture. Large windows overlooked the bustling streets of Azure Sword City below. Earlier, after confirming Isabe was indeed an inner sect disciple, Arden''s attitude had changed dramatically. His previous bravado vanished, reced by an eagerness to please. He had practically begged to stay with them, revealing his "desire to learn" more about the sect and perhaps gain some insights that might help him in the uing recruitment. Lucian didn''t exin further either. He exactly wanted this to happen, to stay in the same inn because only this way would he able to "eat" Lyra. Although Lyra didn''t understand why her son was behaving this way, she attributed it to his nervousness after meeting an inner sect disciple. For him to be "friends" with an inner sect disciple would naturally help him once he got into the sect. The Azure Sword Sect was naturallypetitive, and having allies in high ces could mean the difference between sess and failure. So, even though the cost was almost two months of her pharmacist family''s ie, she didn''t stop Arden from paying for the food and wine. ... By the time they arrived, it was almost evening. So, at this moment, Lucian was having a pleasurable bath with his mother and sister. The spacious bathroom was filled with fragrant steam, rising from therge tub made from smooth marble. Flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the wooden walls, creating an intimate and calm atmosphere. The warm water was infused with herbs, their aroma mingling with the steam. Lucian reclined against the edge of the tub, his muscr body half-submerged in the warm water. To his left, Celine''s voluptuous body pressed against him, her full breasts brushing his arm. While Isabe''s curveceous body was moving up and down, bobbing his dick in and out of her wet pussy. Thrust! Squelch!! Thrust! Squelch! As she rode his thick cock, Isabe''s face flushed with pleasure, her plump lips parted slightly as she moaned softly. "Ahh... ohh... pussy... fucking... so good... umhh... already cuuumming... again..." p... Squeeze~ thrust~~ She leaned forward, allowing Lucian to cup her firm asscheeks as she continued to ride him. Her wide hips pped against the water, shing it. Her juicy breasts bounced as she moved, their full, round tits glistening with water droplets. "Son, do you want to fuck that woman Lyra?" Celine suddenly asked as she pressed her tits to Lucian mouth. Lucian smirked as he squeezed Isabe''s ass while biting Celine''s hard nipples, "Yeah, I definitely want to fuck that woman. She''s a beautiful mature women with huge tits. Her son, Arden is an asshole, but I think I''ll have fun with her." "Also isn''t it just right to punish a mother when her son makes a mistake?" Celine smiled as she licked her son''s ear, "Do you want me to help you seduce her?" "No need mother, I''ve already got a n in mind," Lucian said. Lucian then began to thrust harder into Isabe''s tight hole, causing her to cry out in pleasure. sluch~! sluch~ sluch~ "Yesss... fuckkk... more brotherr... fuuuck your sister''s c*nt more harder... umhh..." Her ocean eyes were zed over, lost in the sensations of his thick cock filling her tight crack. "Don''t overdo it! You''ve to save some energy for tomorrow," Celine scolded. But Lucian ignored her, continuing to thrust his hips, his cock buried deep inside Isabe''s wet hole. He reached around, squeezing her soft ass cheeks before spanking them hard, "Move your ass more sis!" Squelch! p! Ahh! Squelch! The sound of flesh pping together echoed through the steamy bathroom as Lucian fucked his sister. "Mo-mother... why are you encouraging him to fk an-anothet woman?" Isabe asked, her voice breathless with pleasure. Celine''s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she didn''t respond. Instead, she leaned in closer, pressing her full breasts against Lucian''s chest. She brushed her lips against his lips, whispering softly, "Son, if you want to fuck that woman, your mother will help you in any way I can. But before you go, fuck your mother''s c*nt too!" Lucian grinned as he continued to thrust into Isabe''s slit, his crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation. He couldn''t wait to fuck that beautiful mature woman. "Thene and sit on my face, mother!" Celine''s face flushed as she nodded, slowly standing up. She stepped over Lucian''s chest and lowered her fat ass onto his face, using her fingers to spread her hole''s fat lips open so her son could see her inside fully. Her ass was plump, and her pussy lips were dark pink and glistening with arousal. As she sat on his face, Lucian grabbed her chubby ass cheeks and squeezing them hard, pressing herself against his face. Squeeze! Squeeze~ shlurp~ slurp~ ... The moon was beautiful tonight, casting a silver light over Azure Sword City. Lucian now wearing a loose white robe, stood on the balcony of his room, his crimson eyes scanning the bustling streets below. He had just finished fucking Celine''s ass, and his body was still tingling with pleasure. Right now, Celine and Isabe was sleeping in the bed naked, their bodies pressed together. "I guess it''s time to visit that busty milf," he said to himself as he walked towards the door of his room. ... Unlike them sharing a same room, Lyra had a separate room. Right now, Lyra was sitting in a chair, brushing her long ck hair, her honey-colored eyes gazing into the mirror. She had just finished her bath, her motherly body wrapped in a thin towel that barely covered upto her plump thighs. As shebed her hair, she couldn''t help but think about Lucian. Why did that young man let his dick out under the table? Was he trying to show off? Or, is it just a weird hobby?! But his thing... it''s so fat and girthy... Wait, what am I thinking!? She shook her head, trying to push the thought from her mind. It waste, and she needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for her son. But as she prepared to stand up and get ready for bed, a soft knock echoed through the room. "Who''s there?" she called out, her voice tinged with surprise. Knock! There was no reply. Instead, another soft knock came from the door. Thinking it might be her son, Lyra slowly approached the door, barefoot on the wooden floor. She carefully turned the doorknob, pulling the door open with a creak. And as she peered into the hallway, she saw Lucian standing before her. His crimson eyes met hers, a smile ying on his lips. "W-what are you doing here?" Lyra asked, her voice shaky with disbelief. "I wanted to talk," he said simply. "It''ste now. We can t-talk tomorrow," she stammered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, cause seeing Lucian''s face made her think of his thick penis. "It''s important." Lyra hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should let him in or not. But as she stared at his handsome face and muscr body, she suddenly felt herself growing wet unknowingly. What am I thinking again!? He''s the same age as my son! She slowly stepped back, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in," she said, trying to sound casual. Lucian smiled as he walked into the room, as Lyra closed the door behind him. "So, wh-what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice unsteady. "I heard you''re a pharmacist?" Lyra nodded, "Yes, I am a pharmacist." Lucian grinned as he slowly began to approach her, "Then, can you look here? It''s been hurting a lot." Saying he abruptly took off his robe, revealing his toned, muscr body. His blood-red cock was already semi-hard, its size monstrous. "Wha-What are you doing?" Lyra stammered, her honey-colored eyes widening in shock. "To let a doctor see it," Lucian replied simply. "N-no... I''m not this kind of doctor!" Lyra eximed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Continue reading at empire "But you''re a pharmacist, so you can still check it, right?" Lucian replied as he grabbed her hand and pulled it towards his penis. "No! Y-you can''t just..." she started to protest, but her words trailed off as she felt her fingers brush against the smooth foreskin of Lucian''s hardening dick. Lucian smiled as he gently rubbed her hand against his cock, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. Rub! Ruuubb~ "Earlier, your son wanted to drug us and sell my sister and mother! What do you would happen if I were to let the sect know?" Lucian said sharply. Lyra''s honey-colored eyes widened in disbelief, "W-what are you talking about?" "You didn''t know? Well, your son, Arden is a piece of shit. He nned to drug our wine and take us to the Hidden Willow Brothel." Lucian didn''t say anything else as he watched Lyra''s expression change from shock to disbelief. Chapter 105 If You Say So... [R18] Lyra''s honey-colored eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the handsome, yet sinister, young man standing before her. Her heart raced as the implications of his words sank in. "W-wait... I... I don''t believe it. Arden... he would never do such a thing!" She stammered, as Lucian guided her hands to rub his cock slowly. Lucian''s crimson eyes narrowed, his grip on her hand tightening slightly, making her gasp, "Do you really want to test that theory? Or would you rather be... more ''cooperative''?" Lyra''s breath caught in her throat as she realized the gravity of the situation. Fear rose in her heart as she thought how much she could lose if the Azure Sword Sect were to find out. "What¡­ what evidence do you have?" she still persisted. "Evidence?! Does someone in a high position even need such a thing? And if you really want it, just search your son. He has a powder called Crimson Butterfly Powder. I don''t know what it''s used for, but given his nature, it can''t be anything good, right?" Lucian replied slowly, locking eyes with Lyra. Lyra bit her rosy lip, her honey-colored eyes welling with unshed tears. Being a pharmacist, she was well aware of the effects of that drug. She muttered, her voice trembling, "Just because he has such powder, doesn''t mean he will use it? My son wouldn''t do such a thing!" Lucian arched an eyebrow, "Do you really want to take that chance? You see, I''m not forcing you. So you can choose whether to corporate or not?" Whether it was real or not, she couldn''t take any chances. Her heart raced as she stared at Lucian''s crimson eyes. Slowly, reluctantly, she nodded, "Ok... I... I''ll be cooperative. Just... please... don''t tell anyone about this. And promise me that it''ll a one time thing!" Lucian smirked, his grip on her hand loosening slightly. "That''s a smart choice, Lyra," he said, "Now, I want you to stroke it. Show me how much you appreciate my silence." Lyra slowly sank to her knees on the smooth wooden floor, her thin towel slipping down to bunch around her inner thighs. She wasn''t wearing any panties under the tower, so the movement revealed her p*ssy, which was adorned with a dark, curly hair. Her long ck wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, entuating the conflicted look in her honey-colored eyes. As she knelt before Lucian, her chubby breasts swayed gently, their fullness barely contained by the loosening towel. Her nipples, visible through the thin fabric, had hardened from a mixture of the cool air and her unwanted lust. The candlelight cast flickering shadows across her soft, milky-white skin, highlighting the curves of her voluptuous body. With trembling hands, Lyra''s reached out to grasp Lucian''s thick dick. Her slender fingers could barely wrap around his penis. Strokeee~ ruubbb~ Squeeze~ As she began to peel Lucian''s fore-skin up and down, she couldn''t help but think: ''Why is it... blood red? I didn''t noticed it before but it''s... even bigger than my husband¡­'' Lucian grinned as he noticed how Lyra''s breathing was bing hurried and her eyes only focusing on his fucktool, "Are you thinking about how it''s so much bigger than your husband''s?" Lyra''s cheeks flushed, her honey-colored eyes widening in shock at his blunt question. She quickly averted her gaze, but her hands continued their movements, stroking his cock gently. "N-no, I wasn''t..." she stammered unconvincingly, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucian chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. He reached down, gently grasping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "There''s no need to lie, Lyra. I can see it in your eyes. I can see you''re a cock-hungry bitch! See~" As he said Lucian used his right big toe to enter between her legs and directly rubbed her curly pubes, "See¡­ it''s already quite wet!" "Ah~!" Lyra moaned as his foot brushed against her sensitive clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. Her hole twitched, growing wetter by the second. She gasped, her honey-colored eyes wide with shock at her own reaction. "No... it''s... not what you think!" "Is that so? Then why don''t you exin yourself?" Lucian replied, his crimson eyes glinting with lust. Lyra hesitated, her heart racing. "I... I..." She couldn''t think of a good excuse, her mind gradually bing clouded with lust. "I thought so," Lucian said, grinning. "Just admit it. You are a sl*t who likes to y with young cocks. Have you also yed with your son''s?" Lyra shook her head vehemently, her face flushed with shame, Continue your journey on empire "No... I haven''t! Stop saying such things... I... I just need to cooperate, okay?! So don''t ask me wierd questions!" "Hmmm, but it seems like you are enjoying yourself quite a bit," Lucian remarked, his foot still rubbing her clit. Squish... Squish... Rubbb~ "Ahhh~! I''m not... Ahhh~!" Lyra moaned as his foot pressed down harder, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. As she struggled to keep herposure, she felt herself slowly losing control. "Tell me, when was thest time you''d sex with your husband?" Lucian asked, his voice low and husky. Lyra gasped, her honey-colored eyes widening, but she still answered honestly, "It''s... been years..." "Oh! He''s been neglecting such a busty wife... Does he not get hard anymore or something?" Lucian asked, chuckling. "No... it''s just... his... doesn''t fit anymore after having Arden..." Lyra replied weakly, her honey-colored eyes downcast, as she unknowingly spat on his penis ¡ª Ptooey ¡ª to let her hands travel back and forth, up and down his hardening cock. "Well, if that''s the case, then you should let loose and enjoy yourself!" Lucian said, smiling. "Ehh!!" With that, Lucian pushed her back onto the ground, tearing off her towelpletely. He straddled her plump chest, his cock pressing against her lips. "Suck it," hemanded, his crimson eyes gleaming with lust. Lyra hesitated, her heart racing as she realized this young man wasn''t going to let go easily, "I can''t cheat on my hu-husband... I can use my hands... but not mouth... it''s... it''s cheating..." "Oh? That''s quite an interesting philosophy..." Lucian replied, smirking, "But do you really think I''ll let you off that easy? No... you will suck it. And you''ll like it. Don''t you want to avoid trouble with the Azure Sword Sect?" "But..." "Your husband doesn''t care about you anymore, so why should you?" Lucian taunted, his words like a spear piercing into Lyra''s heart. She felt her body heating up, and her nipples began to tingle, hardening under his gaze. "I can make you feel than your husband ever could... make you feel like a woman again..." Before Lyra could protest further, Lucian pressed his cock into her mouth, cutting off her words. Thruuuuust¨C!!! Her eyes widened in shock, as she felt his thick cock sliding down her throat. She gagged, her honey-colored eyes welling with water. "Mmmhhh~!! Ohogg~! Gaggh~!" Lucian chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with lust, "That''s right... just like that... suck it... suck my cock... fuckkk... your mouth is so fuckingg tighttt...." Lyra could barely breathe, her airwaypletely blocked by his throbbing cock. She gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks ¡ª tears of pleasure. "Hggghhhh~! N-noo... it''s... too big..." Lucian ignored her protests, his hands gripping her hair tightly. He thrust his hips, fucking her mouth-p*ssy mercilessly. Thrust... Thrust.... p... Thrust... With each thrust, his balls kissed her chin. ''Why... why does it feel so good? This... this is so wrong!'' Lyra thought, as she felt her pussy growing wetter with each thrust. "Ohhh shiitt... Lyra... use your tongue more... yess... like that.... fuukk..." She unconsciously gripped Lucian butt, pushing him deeper inside her mouth, and did exactly what he asked. "That''s it... take it all in... let me fuck that tight little throat of yours..." Lucian murmured, his crimson eyes zed over with lust. Squelch~ Squelch~ Guhk~ ohggh~ thrust~ Lyra moaned muffledly, her honey-colored eyes rolling back in pleasure as Lucian continued to pump his cock in and out of her throat. Pah! Puh! Slurp~ slurppp~ sluuuurp...! Suddenly, Lucian pulled out, his cock slick with her spit. He grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. He didn''t c*m because he wanted to make this Milf willingly spread her hole''s lips to take his cock. He would make her desperate, but wouldn''t let her c*m untill she begged for. "You liked that, didn''t you? I saw how you were practically drooling over my cock..." Lucian remarked, chuckling. Lyra shook her head vehemently, her cheeks flushed with shame, "No... I didn''t... I''m... I''m not a sl*t..." Lucian grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement, "If you say so..." He then stood up and knelt between her legs, his hands gripping her creamy thighs. His hand brushed against her wet pubes making her gasp. "What... what are you doing?!" Lyra asked, her honey-colored eyes widening in shock. Lucian smirked, his crimson eyes glinting with lust, "isn''t it only right that I also lick you?" "Ehh! But... that''s... no... it''s cheating... there''s no need..." "Then, why are you spreading your legs?" Ignoring her fake protests, Lucian buried his face between her legs, his tongue brushing against her dark hair. "Ahhh~! wait... I''ve not cleaned it... it''s dirty... mphh..." Chapter 106 The Milf Cant Resist [R18] Lyra was a beautiful, mature woman. She was really voluptuous in every sense. Her breasts, with inverted nipples, were not fully perky, were sagging and extremely soft. Her asscheeks were plump ¨C even the slightest spanking would leave a red mark. Unlike Celine, she didn''t have a slim belly but had fat that was soft to touch. With her beautiful face and motherly body, she truly was the epitome of Milf. As Lucian was parting her curly ck pubes to reveal her cheating pussy, his forearm pressed against her chubby thighs, while his other hand rubbed her fatty belly. "Wh-why are you keep rubbing me there?" She struggled to pushed Lucian''s hand away from her belly which caused tingling all over her body. "Because I like the way your fat shakes!" Lucian replied, grinning. Lyra couldn''t believe how vulgar this young man was. He was practically devouring her pussy as if it were thest meal he''d ever have. "Mhhh~! No... wait... don''t do that... don''t lick there... it''s... it''s..." Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes rolling back in pleasure. Lucian ignored her pleas, his tongue tracing circles around her clit. Squelch~ lickkk~ flick~ schlurp~~ He could feel her wetness growing by the second, her sweet juices dripping onto his tongue. "Is this where Arden came out?" Lucian teased as his tongue delved deeper into Lyra''s hairy mound, parting her curly ck pubic hair to reach her glistening folds. His crimson eyes glinted with mischief as he watched her reactions, savoring every twitch and gasp. "Ahhh~! No... please... don''t say such..." Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Slurp~ Lick~ Suck~ Lucian''s tongue moved along her slit, alternating between long and slow licks. "Mmmm... you taste so good, Lyra," he murmured against her flesh, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine. "Ohhhh~! Wait... it''s... it''s too much... I''m..." Just as she was about to reach her climax, Lucian pulled away, grinning. "Not yet! I''ve already said that I''m not "forcing" you, so you''ve to beg me to continue. But you haven''t begged for it. And also you''ve not thanked me for keeping my mouth shut. Discover hidden tales at empire So, I want you to beg me... to make you cum." Lyra stared at him in disbelief, her honey-colored eyes zed over with lust, "You''re... you''re cruel, Lucian." "Am I? Then beg me. Beg me to fuck you with my cock and make you cum. Otherwise, I''ll just keep teasing you like this." "No... I won''t beg... it''s... it''s... wrong..." Lyra stammered, her face flushed with shame. Lucian smirked, his crimson eyes glinting with mischief, "Heh! We''ll see about that." He lowered his head once more, his tongue darting out top at her glistening folds. His nose brushed against her swollen clit, sending shivers through Lyra''s body. As his tongue explored her depths, he slowly inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy. sluuurp... thruuust~ schlurp~~ "Ahhh~! ohhh... ngmmhh..." Lyra cried out, her back arching off the floor. Lucian''s fingers curled inside her, searching for that special spot. His tongue continued its relentless assault on her sensitive flesh, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks. Squelch~ Slurp~ lick~ His nose pressed firmly against her clit, providing constant stimtion as he devoured her c*nt. Lyra''s body trembled, her honey-colored eyes wide with frustration as Lucian pulled away once again. "Ah.. Huu... ugnmhhmm~" Her chest heaved, her ample breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. Sweat glistened on her milky skin, highlighting the curves of her voluptuous figure. However, just as she was about to reach her orgasm again, Lucian abruptly stopped ¡ª pulling his fingers out. "Why... why did you sto¨C?" she whimpered, but midway, she abruptly stopped as she suddenly remembered that she shouldn''t be enjoying this! Lucian smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief, "I told you, you need to beg for it. So say it... I want to hear you say it." Lyra bit her lower lip, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and arousal. She could feel her pussy throbbing, aching for release. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, desperately seeking that naughty tongue and fingers. "But I... I can''t..." she stammered, as she turned her eyes away, but her hands gripped Lucian''s head and tried to press against her pussy. Lucian grinned as he noticed how she was now silently asking him to continue to lick her. Her trembling fingers tangled in his white hair, gently but insistently pushing his face towards her dripping c*nt. Lucian''s grin widened, his crimson eyes glinting with triumph as he observed the internal struggle ying out on Lyra''s flushed face. The conflict was evident in her honey-colored eyes, but lust was slowly overpowering her guilt. This was what made MILFs the best and easy to conquer. Their long-neglected bodies were like dry wood, ready to ignite at the slightest spark of lust. Once aroused fully, once they tasted that forgotten pleasure, they would willingly, eagerly embrace the affairs. The thrill of the forbidden,bined with years of their pent-up desires, made them insatiable fuckholes. Lyra was no exception. Her body had already betrayed her words, her wide hips lifting slightly off the floor, seeking his touch. "Are you finally ready to beg?" Lucian asked, his voice husky, "Come on, Lyra. Just say the words and I''ll give you exactly what you need." Lyra whimpered, her honey-colored eyes clouded with lust, "I... I can''t..." "Can''t? Or won''t?" Lucian teased, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive lips through her pubes. "Mpphhhmm!" Lyra gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Just look at how wet you are," Lucian murmured, as his fingers traced circles on her inner thighs, purposefully avoiding where she needed him most. Lyra squirmed, her resolve crumbling with each passing second. "Your pussy is practically begging for it, even if you won''t." He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, licking her juices clean as Lyra watched, "Just say the word and I''ll make you feel like a virgin again." Lyra whimpered, her honey-colored eyes filled with lust as she stared at Lucian''s crimson eyes. Her heart raced as she contemted the choice before her. Betray her husband and her son, and give in to the overwhelming pleasure she felt? Or, not? But she already knew it was impossible for her to refuse now! The sinister young man in front of her had already awakened something deep within her. A desire she thought she''d buried long ago. A desire for sex... For pleasure... For the thrill of being pounded by a dick... She couldn''t hold back any longer. She wanted him to fuck her. To make her c*m. And, she no longer cared about the consequences. As Lucian''s fingers continued their teasing dance on her pubes, Lyra knew she couldn''t resist any longer. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the words that threatened to spill from her lips. "Fine... pl-please... I..." But she said, her voice came out as a whisper. "Louder," Lucian demanded, "I want to hear you beg for it." Lyra, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment but the ache between her legs overwhelming any sense of shame, reluctantly let out a shaky plea, "Please... Lucian... I... I beg you... fuck... fuck me..." Her heart raced as she said the words, words she never thought she''d say to another man besides her husband. But it only made her pussy even wetter, her throat dry. As soon as she said, Lucian stood up, towering over Lyra''s trembling body. With a swift motion, he grasped her ankles, lifting her legs high into the air. He pressed her knees towards her motherly tits, folding her body nearly in half. This position left herpletely exposed, her hairy pussy and puckered asshole on full disy. Lyra''s voluptuous body quivered, her ample breasts pressed against her thighs. "W-WHAT!!!" Lyra gasped, her honey-colored eyes widening in shock and embarrassment. She had never been in such a vulnerable position before, not even with her husband. Her curly ck pubic hair did little to hide her wet c*nt. "Wait... what kind of position...!?" Lyra began to protest, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement at how this young man seemed to be using her body like a toy. Lucian''s crimson eyes gleamed with lust as his fat cock dangled and rubbed her pussy lips with each movement. Lyra''s breath caught in her throat as she felt Lucian''s thick penis rubbing against her sensitive folds. Her honey-colored eyes met his crimson eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and burning lust. "Now use your hand to guide my cock into your hungry c*nt," Lucianmanded. Trembling, Lyra reached down between her spread legs. Her fingers brushed against her curly ck pubic hair as she grasped Lucian''s throbbing dick. She gasped at how hot and girthy it felt in her hand. Slowly, hesitantly, she guided the swollen head to her entrance. Her other hand''s fingers parted her pussy lips, so as the fat tip pressed against her entrance, Lyra let out a soft whimper, "mhhmm...!" Chapter 107 The Milf Cant Resist (2) [R18] Lyra, who was stuck in the 8th stage of the Body Strengthening Realm, found herself in a position she had never seen or tried before, using her fingers to spread her own hairy hole while also guiding Lucian''s fat cock to willinglymit an affair. Her body trembled with anticipation, something she had never expected to feel again after all this year, especially from a young man her son''s age. Lyra''s eyes widened in surprise, her plump cheeks flushing a crimson color that matched Lucian''s eyes as their eyes met. She couldn''t believe she was in this embarassing position, willingly about tomit a carnal sin with her son''s "friend". But the head of his thick cock felt so good as it teased her entrance, making her forget everything and itching to be inside her. Thruu~uuust~~!! As Lucian pressed, she felt something as girthy as a cucumber entered her crack streching her walls making her grasped, "Aaahh~! Mmm¡­!" Her honey-colored eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks as Lucian''s thick cock began to prate her wet pussy. She''d all but forgotten how it felt to be this full, this stretched. It had been too long since she''dst had sex with her husband, and even then, his dick couldn''tpare to Lucian''s girth and length. Just like he said, right now she truly felt like a virgin! Lyra''s inner walls mped down on Lucian''s dick, hindering his entry! Squelch~ Thrust~~ squeeze~ "Ohh... aahh!! it''s... too much!! W-wait Lucian... let me a-adjust... uhgmm!!" But he was relentless, his hands firmly gripping her plump thighs as he forced himself inch by inch inside her. Thrust... thrust... sluch~! smack... With each thrust, he met more resistance, but it only seemed to excite him further, "Didn''t you say your husband thinks you''re loose now? But can you feel how your pussy gripping my dick tightly! It''s your good-for-nothing husband''s thing is small that can''t satisfy a woman¡­" "N-no... don''t say such things..." she whimpered, but her body betrayed her words as her pussy clenched around his penis, drawing him even deeper. Lucian chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with lust and triumph, "Why deny it? We''ve alreadye this far! Your body already epted the truth. Look how eagerly it''s sucking me in." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, burying himself balls-deep. "Ahhh~! Ohhhh~!" Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes zing over with pleasure as she felt his thick cock stretching her pussy. She felt like she was going to explode from the pressure building within her. She had never been stretched so wide before, never felt so full. And she couldn''t help but crave more. Thrust~ thrust~ Squelch... squelch... squelch...!! Lucian began to pump his hips, driving himself deeper and harder with each thrust. His balls pped against her hairy asshole, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Squelch~ p~ Thruu~uust~~ Lyra couldn''t stop herself from moaning, her voice growing louder with each thrust. "Ahh...! It''s so big...!! So hot... ahhmm!! It''s pushing so deeeeppp! Is this... ohh... a woman''s pleasure... ugmm... I never k-knew... mpmm..." She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her thoughts clouded by lust. She didn''t care about her husband, or her son, or anything else but the thick cock buried inside her c*nt. She could feel herself slipping, her body surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. p! p! Thrust! p! With each thrust, she felt herself growing closer and closer to climax, her pussy clenching around Lucian''s cock. But just before she could reach her peak, Lucian pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. "Please... don''t stop... please... fuck my pussy..." she begged, her honey-colored eyes filled with lust and tears. But Lucian merely grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief, "Who said I''m going to stop? I just want to change positions. Come, let''s go to the bed..." And with that, he carried Lyra to her bed, tossing her on top of it. Her motherly breasts jiggled with each movement. Once she wasying on her back, Lucian straddled her waist, his throbbing cock rubbing against her belly. "Let''s try something new," he said, his crimson eyes glinting with lust. "What do you mean?" Lyra asked, her heart racing as she stared up at the young man towering over her. "This is a position where you can feel me deep in your womb," Lucian exined, "You''ll love it... I promise." "But how are we going to do that?" Lyra asked. She couldn''t help but be intrigued by his words, despite the guilt gnawing at her heart. "Just rx... and let me take control," Lucian replied, grinning. Lyra did as he instructed, her heart pounding with anticipation, as Lucian again lifted her legs up, folded her nearly in half. But this time, he turned around, his back facing her. His feet pressed against the bed as he arched his ass towards her. Holding both her ankles, their bodies formed an "X" position! Slowly, he guided his thick cock back inside her tight c*nt, her wetness helping him slip in easily. "Ahhh~! Ohhhh~! It''s... it''s even deeper this way..." Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes wide with surprise. She felt as if his penis was pressing against her womb, stretching her deeper than ever before. His balls pping her pubes were making her moan again. Squelch~ Thrust~ p~ sluch~! Squelch! With each thrust, he buried himself deeper and deeper inside her fuckhole. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him in. Her voluptuous body trembled, her ample breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her inverted nipples were now hard and sensitive, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. Lucian chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement, "See? Didn''t I tell you it would be deeper? I can feel your c*nt clenching around my cock as if it never wants me to leave!" "N-no... don''t say such things... uhh... It makes me feel like a sl*t!" Lyra replied, but her words were weak, her eyes zed over with pleasure. "I''ll fuck you so hard that you''ll beg me to fuck you in the open..." Lucian teased as he licked her ankles while his penis continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. His tongue traced circles on her soft skin, sending shivers up her spine. Lyra gasped, her honey-colored eyes widening in shock, "You can''t... Ahh~! Please don''t lick there... it''s dirty... Ahhh~!" slurp~ thrust... lick~ thrust!! She felt herself growing closer to climax again, her body tensing with each thrust. But just as she was about to reach her peak, Lucian once again abruptly pulled out. "Noooo... why did you stop...?" she whimpered, her eyes filled with frustration. Lucian chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief, "Just to fuck you again!" THRUUUUUST~!! p~ p~ squelch... squelch... Lucian said as he thrusted in one stroke to fill her pussy with his dick, making her moan louder than before, "Ohhhh~! It''s too deep... it''s too deep! I''m surryy hassbad... yr wife is getting orgasmhh fromm aaaa young cockkk... Oh.. ahh..." "That''s what you wanted, didn''t you? For me to fill you up with my seed?" Lucian teased as he gripped her legs tightly, driving himself deeper and harder with each thrust, "This is real sex, remember it with your cheating pussy... Be a pussyhole that can''t live without my dick..." Puh! Puuh! Paahhh! Thrust~~ "Yesss.... I... WANT... IT! Fill me up with your thick cum! Breed me!" Lyra screamed, her eyes zed over with lust. She was no longer able to hold back the pleasure coursing through her. She''d already given inpletely. Thrust~ smack! squeeze! Thrust!! Thruuust!! "I''m going to fill you up with my cum," Lucian growled, his crimson eyes gleaming with lust, "And you''re going to take every drop..." "Yessh... s-scrape my inside... nmmhh... scrape my pussy and erase my husband''s mark... uhmm... paint my womb with your cummm... aaahh..." With that, he pushed himself over the edge, his balls tightening as he poured his load deep inside her cunt. Squeeze~ Squelch~ Spuuurt!! Spuurrrt~~ Lyra''s inner walls clenched around his dick, milking him dry. In this position, not a single drop escaped. Squirting~~ squirt! As her orgasm hit, her body trembled, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her honey-colored eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was the most powerful orgasm she''d ever had! As thest of his seed spurted into her womb, her blunder suddenly loosen, as it had never done before, and a trickle of urine began to pour out! "Ahhhh~! No... I can''t control it... it''sing out... mmmmm~! Noooo..." PHHSSSSSS~~!! She felt her hot piss pouring out of pisshole. Find more chapters on empire And as the gravity pulled, her piss directly sprayed onto her face. She tried to close her lips but couldn''t resist it. Her lust-filled eyes widened in shock as she tasted her own piss. shlurp~ schlurp...! The taste was salty and bitter, but also strangely satisfying. She found herself drinking her own pee as Lucian continued to empty his load inside her pussy. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn''t stop herself from drinking it. "Heh! What a hopeless woman..." Lucianughed as he watched her drink her own piss, "You are truly a sl*t!" Lyra whimpered, her cheeks burning with shame. But she couldn''t deny it. She was a wh*re who enjoyed being fucked by a younger man, even drinking her own piss. She was no longer the respectable wife and mother she''d once been. She''d crossed a line that she couldn''te back from... Chapter 108 The Milf Cant Resist (3) [R18] As cultivators, their stamina was naturally many times higher than mortals. So even though, she just came, her body was craving more. As Lyra''s orgasm subsided, her body still trembled with aftershocks of pleasure. Her honey-colored eyes, once filled with shame and hesitation, now gleamed with an insatiable hunger. The taste of her own piss lingered on her tongue that constantly reminding her of just how far she''d fallen into depravity. Lucian watched in amusement as Lyra, the woman who had been begging him to stop just moments ago, now struggled to her feet. Her legs quivered like a newborn animal''s, barely able to support her voluptuous body. Her ample breasts jiggled with each breath she took. "Ohh! Look at you¡­" Lucian chuckled, his crimson eyes dancing with mirth, "ain''t you the eager one!? I thought you wanted me to stop?" Lyra''s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but she was surprised to know that she didn''t seemed to dislike it anymore. Instead, this handsome young man''s teasing and cursing seemed to ignite a fire deep within her. Struggling to her feet, her legs still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm, Lyra locked eyes with Lucian''s. Her gaze was filled with a mixture of desire and lust. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly slid her hand down her motherly body, past her ample breasts and fatty belly, until she reached her cum-dripping hairy c*nt. With trembling fingers, she parted her swollen lips, still sticky with theirbined fluids. She could feel Lucian''s hot seed slowly trickling out of her hole, proving how thoroughly he had filled her womb. She didn''t know why she was doing something she had never done before, even in front of her husband. But right now, she only wanted to please this young man, to arouse him further so that he would continue to pound an old woman like her. She craved to feel that carnal pleasure again and again. So she did something she never thought she would do... With trembling fingers, Lyra scooped up a good amount of their mixed fluids from her dripping pussy. Squelch! Squelch! Slowly, she brought her cum-coated fingers to her mouth. sluuuurp~! shlurp~~ lckk~ "Mmm..." she moaned softly as she sucked her fingers clean, savoring the salty-sweet taste of theirbined cums. With her other hand''s fingers, Lyra prated herself, scooping out more of Lucian''s thick cum from her well-fucked hole. Her honey-colored eyes never left Lucian''s crimson gaze as she brought her cum-coated fingers to her mouth once again. Slurp~ Suck~ Lick~ "L-Lucian..." she moaned softly, her voice stammering with lust, "Fill me up again... please... I need more... I can''t make excuses anymore... cumm inside mee... cum into my pussy... make me forget everything..." She said as her fingers continued to work in and out of her dripping c*nt, the lewd squelching sounds filling the room. Squelch~ Thrust~ Squelch~ Her fingers worked furiously, pushing deeper inside her cunt, desperate to clean out everyst drop of his cum. Each time she withdrew her fingers, they were coated with more of their mixed fluids. Schlick~ Squelch~ Slurp~ Without hesitation, she brought her cum-soaked fingers to her mouth, eagerly licking them clean. Lucian''s eyes darkened with lust as he watched the once-proper wife now doing something only a sl*t would do. His cock, which was semi-erect, quickly hardened again at the lewd disy before him. "Thene and ride me," Lucianmanded, lying on his back on the bed, his thick cock standing proud and erect, "Let me feel those tits bounce." Her ample breasts swayed enticingly as she straddled Lucian''s hips, positioning herself above his throbbing dick. With shaky hands, she reached down to grasp his fucktool, guiding it to her dripping entrance. She could feel her pussy lips spreading wide to amodate his girthy penis. "Ohhhh~!" she moaned as she slowly sank down, inch by inch. Thruuust~~!!! Slowly, hesitantly, she began to grind her hips, impaling herself on his thick cock. Her eyes locked with Lucian''s crimson gaze, her lust reflected back at her. Thrust! Thrust! THRUST!! puhh~ Thrust~ Lyra could feel her pussy stretching around his cock, molding itself to his shape. Squelch... Squelch... Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...! As she rode Lucian''s dick, his hands moved to cup her ample breasts, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. "Ahh... that feels good... keep going... don''t stop..." Lyra moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Do you like my dick?! Answer me!" Thrust~ p~ smack~ squeeze~! "Ahh! Ah... I like it... It''s so big... so thick... it reaches so deeeeppp... ugmm... nghmm... my husband can''tpare...!! I LOVEEE IT... mphhmm..." Pah... paahh... puhh...! She continued to ride his cock, grinding her wide hips against his thighs with each thrust. She could feel herself growing close to climax once again. But just before she reached her peak, Lucian abruptly rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. "I''m going to fuck you now," he said, his crimson eyes glinting with lust, "Your ass is moving so slowly. So I''m going to pound your pussy so hard that you''ll be begging me for more." Thrust~ Thrust~ Thrust~ Thrust~~ Lucian began to pound her melting pussy relentlessly, driving himself deeper and harder with each thrust. His balls pped against her asshole, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. "Yesss... Squeeze more... squeeze your pussy more Lyra..." Her inner walls clenched around his cock, drawing him in. Thrust~ sluch~ Thrust~~! "Ohhhh~!" Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes zed over with lust, "Fuck me... fuck me harder... ah! ah! don''t stop... ohh... please... pound me moreeee..." And Lucian did, moving his hips like a jackhammer. Thrust... Thrust... Thrust... Thrust... Thrust...! With each thrust, he buried himself deeper inside her cunt, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth open wide, her tongue lolling out like a dog''s. Lucian leaned forward, pressing their chests together, his lips meeting her own. Their tongues intertwined, exploring every inch, their saliva mingling as he continued to pound this busty Milf''s sticky pussy senseless. Slurppp~! Thrust~! Squeeze~! Slurping~~ Lucian hands moved to roughly grope her tits, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. "Nnnnghhh...!" Lyra moaned into his mouth, as he squeezed her breasts hard. Squeeze... squish... pahh! He scratched her nipples out of their hiding ce, revealing her inverted nipples. Without hesitation, Lucian sucked on them hard. lickinggg~ flick~ slurp~ shlurp~! Lyra cried out in pleasure, her back arching against him. "Y-you''re... so rough... ah! AHHHHH...!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Lucian continued to suck and lick her nipples, his tongue darting around her ares, leaving them glistening with saliva. He bit roughly, leaving red marks all over her soft, sagging breasts. "Aaaaaahhhh~~!" Lyra screamed, her voice ragged with lust and pain. Her fuckhole clenched tightly around his cock. Her handsbing through his hair, pulling him closer. As he sucked and fucked her harder and harder, Lyra felt herself losing control. Squeeze~ Squeeze~ Squeeze~ Squeeze~ She couldn''t believe how good it felt to be fucked by this young man. He was making her feel things she never thought she''d feel again. Just as she was about to reach her peak, Lucian abruptly pulled out, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. "Ahh~! No... why did you stop again...?" she whimpered, her eyes filled with frustration. Lucian grinned, his crimson eyes glinting, "I want you to beg me to finish you off. Say ''Please cum in my cheating pussy!''" Lyra bit her lower lip, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But she was desperate to cum, so she immediately agreed. "Please... please cum inside... inside my cheating pussy... fuck me again... I need it... I need you..." She was ashamed to say such things, but her lust overpowered her shame. She needed to cum. She couldn''t wait any longer. With a grin, Lucian mmed his cock back inside her hole, filling her crack up once again. Thrust~ Thrust~ Thrust~ Her honey-colored eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt him thrusting deep within her, poking her womb. She could feel herself growing close to climax once again, her body trembling with anticipation. Thrust... thrust... thrust... thrust...! "Ohh... ahhhh~! Fuck... it''s too deep... I can''t... I''m going to cummmm..." Lyra moaned. Lucian''s thrusts became faster and more erratic, his breathing ragged. With one final thrust, he pushed them both over the edge. He thrusted his dick deep inside and released his thick cum. Thrust~~ Squelch... Squelch... Squeeeeellchhhh~~! They came simultaneously, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms. Your journey continues on empire Spurt! Spurt! Squirt~~ Lucian''s hot seed poured into her pussy, filling her womb to the brim. His cum dripped out of her stretched hole, running down her thighs and onto the bed. She felt her inner walls clenching around his cock, drawing out everyst drop of his seed. Her legs wrapped around Lucian''s hips, held him tightly with her hands as her body twitched in raw pleasure. As their orgasms subsided, theyy tangled together, their bodies intertwined. Smooch... kissss... Slurp! Slurp... They kissed as if trying to devour each other''s mouths. "Mmmh... it''s not enough... I want to feel your cock again..." Lyra spoke softly as her hands roamed over Lucian''s body. Lucian smirked, "Don''t worry darling, we''ve the whole night... " Chapter 109 How About A Quick One Before I Head Out? [R18] The morning sunlight streamed in, bathing the room with a golden warm glow, highlighting Lucian and the beautiful woman sleeping naked in the bed. The bed was a mess with many ces still having dark spots of dried cum remaining from their night of sex. Luciany on the bed with his arm wrapped around Lyra''s voluptuous body. His hand cupped her plump breast, fingers sprayed across the soft flesh. Even in sleep, he seemed unwilling to let go of her bountiful tits. Lyra''s ravan-ck hair was tousled, spread across the pillow. Her rosy lips, swollen from countless kisses, were parted slightly as she breathed softly. Her body had the marks of Lucian''s bites ¡ª hickeys adorned her neck and breasts, and light bruises from his spanks on her chubby asscheeks. As the sunlight fell on his face, waking him up, Lucian stirred slowly. His crimson eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light. He soon felt a warm, soft body pressed against him, and as hepletely awaken, he felt the tight, wet heat still enveloping his morning wood. Even after their night of intense fucking, her pussy still gripped him tightly, as if reluctant to let him go even in sleep. Her inner walls pulsed gently around his penis. Lucian shifted slightly, causing his hardening cock to twitch inside Lyra. "Mmhm~" She let out a soft moan in her sleep, her body instinctively responding to the movement. Her inner muscles clenched around him, sending tingling sensation through his body. Thrust~ Thrusting slowly, Lucian began to move his hips, enjoying the tight grip of Lyra''s pussy around his morning wood. The friction was intense without any wetness, creating a sensation that sent sparks of pleasure and pain through both of their bodies. Smoooch~~ lickk! liick~ He nuzzled into Lyra''s neck, inhaling her sweet milfy scent, nibbling her skin. "Mmm... ahh..." Lyra''s soft moans grew louder as she stirred from her sleeping. Her honey-colored eyes fluttered open, widening as she realized what was happening as she felt the thick cock moving inside her crack, stretching her walls to the limit. "L-Lucian?" she gasped, her voice husky from sleep and their night of passion, "Darling, What are you- ohh!!" THRUST!! Her words were cut off by a deep thrust that made her whole body shudder. The dry friction was almost painful, yet strangely arousing, sending pleasure and difort through her body. Thrust~ puh~ thrust~ scraahhh~ The lewd sounds of their flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mixing with the soft chirping of birds outside. "Good morning, beautiful," Lucian said, his crimson eyes locked onto hers as he continued his slow thrusts, "How about a quick one before I head out?" Thrust¡­ Thrust¡­ Thrust!! Lyra''s cheeks flushed, her body already responding to his movements, "B-but... it''s so dry... let me¨C ahh!!" "Your pussy will get nice and wet soon enough," Lucian murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. True to his words, Lyra could feel her insides growing wetter with each thrust. The initial difort and pain vanished as her body responded to Lucian''s touches. "Ahh... mmm... it''s starting to feel so good... nmhh...," Lyra moaned softly, her fat hips beginning to move in sync with Lucian''s thrusts. Squelch... squelch... squelch... squeeze... Her inner walls clenched around Lucian''s long dick, drawing him deeper with each thrust. Lucian''s hands roamed over Lyra''s soft, curvaceous body, exploring every inch of her milfy figure. His fingers traced the fat of her belly, caressed her waist, and his fingers finnally found her swollen clit. He then began to gently scratch and pinch the tender nub, eliciting gasps and moans from Lyra. Rub! Rub! Flick! "Ohhh... Lucian..." Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes fluttering closed as waves of sensation washed over her. "Use your hands," Lucian said huskily, his tongue licking her neck, "Massage my balls while I y with your clit." Lyraplied eagerly, her hands reaching between their bodies to cup Lucian''s heavy sack. She gently rolled his testicles in her palm. "Ohh... Lucian... it feels so good," Lyra moaned, her honey-colored eyes half-lidded with pleasure, "Don''t stop... please don''t stop..." "Ah... Ahh... Hgmm! It''s hitting a good spot... your dick..." "Here!?" "Oooohhhhw" ... "I''m cumingggggg¡­. urghhmm..." Lucian moaned as he plugged his thick cock deep into Lyra''s mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she struggled to amodate his girth, and her lips stretched to their limits around his fucktool. Lyra''s eyes were zed over with lust as she felt Lucian''s cock twitching on her tongue as she licked, desparate to milk every drop of his seed. Squelch~ shlurp~ shlurp~ gagghh~ Her legs trembled uncontrobly, still weak from the multiple orgasms she had just experienced. Her thighs were wet with her own juices. She had lost count of how many times she''d climaxed, each one more intense than thest. Now, as Lucian''s long penis pulsed on her tongue, she felt another wave of pleasure wash over her. "Mmmph! Mmmmph!" she moaned around his thickness, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through Lucian''s body. Suddenly, Spurt! Spurt! Squirt! Lucian''s hands gripped her raven hair, holding her head in ce as he emptied himself into her narrow mouth. "That''s it, take it all, ooohhhhh¡­.." His hot seed flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat. Lyra''s eyes widened as she felt the thick, sweet fluid filling her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, gulping down Lucian''s seed as fast as she could. But there was so much, and it kepting! Spurt! Swallowing~ Spurt! Glupp~ Squuuirt~! Some of his c*m leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, streaming down her chin. Her throat worked overtime, swallowing again and again as Lucian continued to pump his seed into her eager mouth. "Mmph! Glug! Mmph!" Lyra''s muffled moans vibrated around Lucian''s throbbing cock as she struggled to swallow everyst drop. Lucian''s grip on her hair tightened more as he continued to empty himself into her mouth-pussy. His hips thrusted forward, pushing his cock deeper down her throat. Ochggh!! Gughkk! guuulpp~~ "Fuuuuck... that''s it... uhhmm swallow it all..." he groaned, his crimson eyes locked onto Lyra''s honey-colored ones. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lucian''s orgasm subsided. He slowly withdrew his softening cock from Lyra''s mouth with a wet ''pop''. As Lucian''s cock slipped from her mouth, Lyra looked up at him with teary eyes, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavy. A thin string of saliva and cum still connected her swollen lips to the tip of his penis. Her nose was running slightly from the intensity of deepthroating. Without breaking eye contact, Lyra slowly stuck out her tongue. It was coated with a thickyer of Lucian''s seeds. She leaned forward, her tongue extending towards his semi-erect dick. Gently, she then began to clean his penis, starting at the base of his red-flesh. Her tongue glided along his length, licking up every drop of cum and her own saliva. Lick... slurp... lick... lick... "Mmm," she moaned, savoring the taste of him. Her hands gently cupped his balls, massaging them as she continued her blowjob. Licking sensitive fat head, swirling her tongue around the tip, she sucked out any remaining drops from his slit. ... "We''ll see each other againter tonight," Lucian said as he exited her room and made his way to where his mother and sister were staying. As the dawn had just broken, there was no one in the corridor, so Lucian entered his original room without alerting anyone. Celine and Isabe were still asleep. "It seems they are still exhausted from yesterday''s round," Lucian chuckled as he went closer to them, seeing the two naked beauties sleeping peacefully, "I guess I shouldn''t be too rough until their bodies are strong enough." Lucian didn''t find it strange causepared to Lyra who was a strong Body Strengthening Realm cultivator, her stamina was many times higher than his mother and sister who were just about to start their cultivation journey. Also because of Celine''s unawakened physique, Lucian noticed her cultivation speed was too slow whenpared to Isabe and him. And his sister had just broken through and reached the 1st Layer. "But how can I resist?" Lucian murmured to himself, looking at the beautiful pair. With their blue hair sprayed across the pillows, mother and daughter looked strikingly simr. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on their milky-white skin. Both women exuded an irresistible beauty even in sleep. Lucian approached the bed silently, his eyes roaming over the exposed bodies of his mother and sister. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against Celine''s. Her lips were soft, tasting faintly of strawberries. As he kissed her, his hand found Isabe''s breast, cupping the soft mound and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Mmm..." Celine stirred, her ocean eyes fluttering open as Lucian''s tongue slipped between her lips. She responded instinctively, her own forked tongue wrapping around his. Isabe let out a soft moan as Lucian''s fingers found her nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud. Her back arched slightly, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. "Good morning, Mom, sis. I''m about to head out. So both of you should wake up and have some breakfast." Chapter 110 Youre Both Mine [Half R18] Celine''s ocean eyes fluttered open fully, a soft smile gracing her rosy lips as she gazed up at her son. "Good morning, darling," she said, her voice still low from sleep. Her hand reached up, fingers tangling in Lucian''s white hair as she pulled him down for another deep kiss. Smoo~ooochh~~ slurp!! Meanwhile, Isabe also stirred, her deep blue eyes opening to the sight of her brother''s hand on her breast. Kneading~ Squeeze! Squeeze~ "Ahh~" A soft moan escaped her lips as her body responded to his touch, her nipple hardening under his fingers. "Mmm... Lucian," she breathed, her cheeks flushing with arousal. Lucian broke the kiss with Celine, turning his attention to Isabe. He leaned over, capturing her lips in kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring and tasting her sweetness. schlurp~ sluuuurp~ lickkk! kissss!!!! slurppp~ Isabe responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer, devouring her brother''s mouth. "So, did you have fun yesterday, son?" Celine asked as she watched the scene unfold before her. Lucian broke the kiss with a thin bridge of saliva still connecting their tongues, as he turned to look at his mother and said, "Yes mom, that woman has a good body." "Better than ours?" Isabe asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice as she pressed her soft breasts against Lucian''s arm. "Of course not! Both of you''ve got bodies that would make even goddesses jealous," Lucian reassured, his hands roaming over their curves. "Mom''s got these perfect tits that I can''t get enough of," he said, reaching out to cup Celine''s full breasts, "And Sis, your ass is to die for." His other hand slid down to Isabe''s round asscheek, giving it a tight squeeze. Isabe blushed as she asked again, "Ummhh¡­ So a-are you going to ept her as your woman now?" Celine replied instead of Lucian, "Dear, your brother''s stamina will continue to grow as he advances in cultivation. One or two women won''t be enough to satisfy him." Isabe''s eyes widened at her mother''s words. "Are you encouraging him to have more women, mom? Then why were you so angry when father epted more women?" she asked in confusion. She still didn''t know about her father''s rtionship with her aunt Eloise, which was the real reason for Celine''s anger. And now that her mother was openly supporting Lucian, she couldn''t help but feel confused. How had her mother changed so drastically!? Celine giggled unexpectedly, causing her motherly tits to jiggle, "Perhaps we need a new metaphor saying a woman can also think from her pussy!" Isabe''s brow furrowed, trying to process her mother''s words, "So... are you telling me that I''m your sister now, mom?!" Celine was stunned, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she asked, "Where did thate from!?" Sheughed softly, reaching out to caress Isabe''s cheek, "Well, biologically you''re my daughter, but now technically..." "MOMM!!" Isabe eximed, her face flushing bright red, "It''s weird. Stop... You''ll be my mom forever..." Lucian chuckled, looking at the mother-daughter pair. He couldn''t help but feel a surge of arousal at their interaction. His hands continued to roam over their bodies, feeling the softness of their skin and the warmth of their flesh. "Now, now," he said, his voice low and husky, "There''s no need to argue. You''re both mine, after all." His words sent a shiver down both women''s spines. Celine''s eyes darkened with lust, "It''s a pity that you don''t have time right now, otherwise, we could have some morning fun!" Lucian''s voice floated over as he entered the bathroom to wash himself, "We still have some time, mom. Come, let''s wash each other, then have some breakfast before I leave." "Coming, darling," she replied immediately, ncing back at Isabe with a wink, "Care to join us, sweetheart?" Isabe blushed deeply but still nodded, following her mother''s lead. The two naked blue-haired beauties entered the bathroom, where Lucian was already standing under the shower, hot water cascading down his muscr body. "Let''s get you all clean!" "Wait, son¡­ aaahh!!" Squelch~ Squelch~ Squelch~ pahh~ *** At this moment, Lucian was standing in an open field with nearly 100 people gathered around him. A gentle breeze rustled through the grass, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers and earth. He was wearing a blood-red robe that matched his scarlet eyes, the silk fabric rippling in the breeze. A ck hairband held back his flowing white hair, entuating his handsome features, making him quite conspicuous in the crowd. Standing in this ce, as he looked up, he couldn''t help but be awestruck seeing such a tall mountain for the first time in his two lifetimes. The peak stretched impossibly high, its summit disappearing into the clouds above. ¡­ After about an hour, the gathering had surpassed 150. Suddenly, Boom¨C! Suddenly a loud of bell was heard, quieting everyone. As Lucian turned to look, he noticed a male disciple wearing the Inner Sect''s disciple''s robe striking a bronze bell. Despite being only the size of a palm, it produced a startlingly loud sound. The outer sect disciples on guard all showed reverence by bowing slightly towards this Inner Sect disciple. Having everyone''s attention, the disciple stepped forward, appearing to be in his early thirties, spoke slowly, "I''m an Inner Sect disciple of the Azure Sword Sect, Nex, and I''ll be overseeing the entrance examination today. The examination is divided into two parts: the first is to check your qualification. One by one, you''lle before me and ce your hand on this Stone. Those who can make the stone glow can immediately proceed to the next part." "As for the second part, an elder of the sect will watch over personally." The stone he was referring to was the size of a fist, shining with a soft blue glow in the morning sun. The disciple continued, "When you touch the stone, the hues of the stone will reveal your affinity with the particr element you were born with. Those who can''t make the stone glow will be deemed unfit for cultivation and asked to leave the premises." Lucian examined the faces of the gathered crowd. Most of them were young men and women in their teens and early twenties, hoping to make a name for themselves in this world of cultivation. They were all filled with anxiety, excitement, and determination. One by one, the hopefuls stepped forward, their hearts pounding in anticipation. The first to approach was a burly young man with a determined glint in his eyes. He ced his calloused hand on the stone, and after a moment of tense silence, a faint blue light emanated from within. "Water Element, Pass," Nex announced, his voice neutral, "Stand to the side." The young man''s shoulders rxed with relief as he moved away, making room for the next candidate. A petite girl with long, brown hair was next. Her delicate fingers barely grazed the stone when it suddenly burst into a brilliant purple light, illuminating the entire area. Small lightning bolts moved like snakes across the stone. Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd. Nex''s eyebrows rose slightly, "Thunder Element, Pass. Impressive potential. Stand with the others." The examination continued, the stone responding differently to each touch. "Fail," Nex said arrogantly, his eyes cold as he looked at the young man standing before him. The stone remained dull and lifeless under the young man''s trembling hand. His face, previously full of hope and determination, crumpled in despair. "No, please!" the young man cried out, his voice cracking with emotion, "There must be some mistake! I''ve trained for years for this moment!" Nex''s expression remained indifferent, unmoved by the youth''s pleas, "This Heavenly Stone does not lie. Youck the aptitude for cultivation. Leave now." But the young man refused to ept his fate. His eyes wild with desperation, he lunged forward, grasping at Nex''s robes. "You can''t do this! I won''t leave! I''ll prove myself worthy!" "Trash!" In an instant, two outer sect disciples who were standing guard stepped forward, grabbing the young man by his arms. They held him firmly, dragging him away as he struggled against their grip, his cries echoing in the silence of the crowd. "Let go of me! You don''t know what I''m capable of!" His screams faded into the distance as they dragged him out of sight. "Next!" Nex called, his tone indifferent and the line moved forward. Soon, it was Lucian''s turn. As he stepped up, Lucian took a deep breath and ced his hand gently on the stone''s smooth surface. As soon as Lucian''s hand made contact with the stone, an extraordinary phenomenon urred. The stone ignited with an intensity that startled even theposed Inner Disciple. Crimson mes abruptly erupted from within, engulfing the stone entirely and reaching skyward like a pir of fire. The heat emanating from the stone was quite intense, causing those nearby to step back instinctively. The mes danced and twisted, their color blood-red. They covered Lucian''s entire hand, yet he felt no heat or pain. Instead, he felt a resonance with the scarlet mes! 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