As long as he seemed to be in a good mood, she had nothing to worry about. His calloused hand traced her face slowly. Her straight eyebrows, the smooth line of her forehead down to the bridge of her nose. As his fingertips brushed her lashes, her eyelids quivered slightly.

He touched her lips, pressing down hard to part her soft, plump lips.

“You’ve gotten used to kissing by now, haven’t you?”

Cyrené extended her tongue and lightly licked the tip of his finger. Lifting her head slightly, she pressed her lips to Areo’s. When she placed her hands on his shoulders and opened her mouth, his tongue slipped between her teeth.

“Haa… ah…”

Cyrené’s hands trembled slightly. At first she had thought it was nothing more than a strange exchange of tongues, but the more they did it, the stranger the sensation became. Instead of avoiding Areo’s tongue, she hesitantly intertwined hers with his. His hand ran down her back, sending shivers through her body.

“Ah… mm…”

The strings of the dress she had just put on were untied one by one. The fabric parted quickly revealing her br*ast, barely concealed by a thin layer of cloth. As their lips parted, Cyrené gasped for air, her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.

“Take it off.”

“But… it’s morning.”

They had never done this in the morning before. As Cyrené hesitated, Areo’s forehead twitched slightly. Instinctively, her shoulders straightened.

“It’s your birthday today, so I’d rather not get angry. Cyrené.”

With a forgiving smile, as if giving her permission, he patted Cyrené lightly on the cheek. She finished undressing and clutched the hem of her chemise nervously. Her n*pples, already slightly *rect, were clearly visible through the thin sheer fabric.

“Take that off too. Everything.”

Cyrené’s cheeks flushed. He had always been the one to dishevel her clothes, so undressing herself was far more embarrassing than she had expected. Her trembling fingers hesitated before she finally managed to undress completely, her shoulders slumping in embarrassment.

“Come here.”

Her knees touched the carpet again. She moved between Areo’s legs and looked up at him with a clear, innocent gaze.

“Take off my shirt.”

“…What?”

His hand brushed through her platinum hair, a silent warning that he would not repeat himself. Cyrene hesitated before slowly extending her hands. Having rarely buttoned or unbuttoned herself, her clumsy fingers kept slipping as she struggled with the task.

After what seemed like an eternity of struggling, Cyrene finally managed to unbutton Areo’s shirt and carefully pushed it open. As his body came into view, she couldn’t help but stare blankly, her lips parted slightly in silent awe.

It was the first time she had seen a man’s body. It was completely different from her own, which she had only ever seen reflected in a mirror. She had felt the breadth of Areos’ shoulders and the firmness of his muscles through his clothes before, but to see him n*ked in front of her was a completely different experience – shocking in its vividness.

“Do you want to touch it?”

Areos smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on her. Cyrene didn’t know how to react and just stared at him, her thoughts a tangled mess. Should she say it was fascinating? Or new? Confused and unsure, she chose silence.

He took her hand firmly and guided it to his chest, pressing her palm against his skin. She could feel the muscle under her hand, soft at first, but quickly hardening as he flexed. The sensation was strange and made her fingers twitch involuntarily. But Areo’s grip only tightened, holding her hand in place.

His hand guided hers lower, sliding from his chest to his tight, toned abdomen. As her fingers brushed the ridges of his muscles, her touch gradually became more curious, more exploratory. Almost unconsciously, she traced the furrows between the muscles, following the dips and rises with a mixture of apprehension and fascination.

“That’s it. Slowly.”

Arios laughed slightly, as if to say she was doing well, and stroked her hair. His hand guided hers over his trousers, pressing against the firm flesh beneath.

“Ugh.”

Without realising it, Cyrene tried to pull her body back. A large hand gripped her neck and pulled her closer. The heat between Arios’ legs became more palpable as they drew closer.

” Stroke it.”

“Y-Your Highness…”

Cyrene slowly touched the thick and long p*nis with trembling hands.

“Haah…”

A lazy sigh escaped Areos. The more she touched it, the more it seemed to grow on his thigh. Cyrene fumbled awkwardly with it several times. The tip was blunt and she could feel its pulse.

” So this is a p*nis.”

Areos’ words rang out clearly, as if urging her to repeat them. Cyrene winced, but repeated his words exactly.

“Pe-p*nis.”

“That’s right. You’ll be sucking and licking it a lot, so you might as well get used to it.”

He laughed heartily, as if genuinely amused. Cyrene joined in awkwardly, her own laughter forced and hesitant as she tried to mimic the Crown Prince’s reaction.

“Take it out.”

“…How?”

She knew it was a stupid question, but her mind couldn’t think clearly. Even through the fabric of his trousers she could feel the heat radiating from him. It was so hot, so big and so hard, how was she going to get him out?

“You need to take my trousers off, Cyrene.”

Was this why he had waited for her birthday?

With trembling hands, she pulled them over Areo’s trousers.

“Hik…”

Cyrene gasped sharply as the large p*nis suddenly popped out, as if released from tension. The dark, reddish flesh glistened at the tip and the veined sh*ft seemed almost grotesquely imposing.

She stared at it, transfixed. Stiff and *rect, it almost seemed to reach up to Areo’s stomach.

“Lick it.”

“…Pardon?”

The request became increasingly incomprehensible. When she asked again, a faint hint of irritation appeared on the crown prince’s face. Cyrene took a deep breath. A sharp, metallic scent wafted from the great mass of flesh in front of her.

She knew she shouldn’t ask again. With that firmly etched in her mind, she hesitated before tentatively sticking out her tongue.

“Don’t bite. From the bottom to the top—lick it slowly.”

Following Areo’s command, she lowered her head and ran her tongue from the base to the rounded tip. Through her tongue she could feel the steady, pounding pulse.

“Haah… Yes, just like that…”

A lazy sigh escaped from above her. Obeying his instructions, Cyrene licked the length of the sh*ft and took it into her mouth. She traced her tongue along the ridged edges of the broad head, exploring its contours before filling her mouth with the solid mass of flesh.

“Ugh, mmph… mmph…”

She struggled against the forceful hand pressing against the back of her head, but Areos did not relent.

“All the way to the back of your throat. Push it in deep.”

Her eyes welled up with tears, spilling over and streaming down her cheeks. He gently wiped them away with a seemingly tender gesture, but his grip on the back of her head only tightened further.

“Hnnngh…”

Her breath caught in her throat, the overwhelming sensation of something forcibly invading the back of her throat causing her face to turn bright red. Instinctively, Cyrene grabbed his thigh and struggled to pull away.

“Ugh… guh… ha, haa…”

It wasn’t until her head began to spin from lack of air that the hand gripping the back of her head finally released its grip. Gasping for breath, she looked up at him with blurred, tear-filled eyes.

Through the distorted world of her tears, the only thing she could see clearly was the curve of Areos’ smiling lips.

“This is your first time, but you are quite talented. Creusa was also said to be skilled in bed. You must take after her.”

He seemed thoroughly amused. As she blinked, tears streamed down her face, clearing her vision. Areo’s sh*ft was glistening, drenched in her saliva. The back of her throat, where it had entered, throbbed with a pain she hadn’t known could exist.

“You have much to learn today, Cyrene.”

Before she could react, his hand pulled her forward, dragging her body effortlessly. In an instant, she was thrown onto the bed. As her back hit the soft mattress, Areos loomed over her.

The sunlight streaming in from behind cast a deep shadow over his face, but his piercing golden eyes shone vividly in the darkness.

I’m going to be devoured. That thought came first. Cyrene drew in a sharp breath.

“Mmngh…!”

Areos’ fingers plunged between her legs without hesitation. As if to draw out the sticky fluid inside, he moved them repeatedly, letting his now damp fingers explore and shift.

“Ah… ngh…”

The familiar sensation overwhelmed her. A slow, growing heat began to build deep inside her. Panting, Cyrene gripped his arm tightly.

“Do you know what this is called?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“It’s your v*gina – the second most precious part of your body.”

He said with a chuckle, clearly amused at his own joke.

“The first, of course, is your face.”

Areos parted her legs and moved inside. V*gina. Why did that word feel so strange? Cyrene stared at the fingers making wet noises between her thighs.

Breathless sighs escaped her parted lips. His fingers, moving skilfully inside her, made her lower abdomen tremble slightly.

“You seem quite lascivious.”

“Haah, ugh…”

Her toes curled involuntarily. Each time Cyrene squirmed, his fingers scraped hard against her inner walls. When the wet sounds filled the air and even her hips were soaked, his fingers finally withdrew.

“Ha… haah…”

Cyrene looked up at him. The moment his fingers, glistening with her fluids, touched her lips, she instinctively stuck out her tongue. She licked up along Areo’s fingers, much as she had licked his sh*ft earlier, drawing them into her mouth and sucking on them. Her tongue ran between his fingers, cleaning every crevice.