“Ah, ah!”

Cyrene’s moan filled the room. Each thrust of Areos hips caused the desk to shake and rattle violently.

“Hnngh, ah… uh…”

She bit her lip at the unusually loud noises, but it only made his movements rougher. Wet, lewd noises echoed around the room. The papers on the desk had long since become a chaotic mess.

Breathing heavily, Cyrene struggled to brace herself against the desk. As she lifted her upper body slightly, a large hand cupped her br*ast, almost in anticipation.

“Ah, hnngh… Your Highness, ahh, ugh… ah!”

The sensation of something large and hot thrusting deep inside her made Cyrene’s entire body tremble. Every day, every time she spread her legs, Areo learned more about her body, discovering every inch of it. He knew exactly where and at what angle to move to please her and exactly how to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.

Cyrene’s hands clenched the scattered papers on the desk. Areo’s tongue traced the beads of sweat on her shoulders and br*asts.

“Ah, ah…!”

It was far too easy to feel pleasure – her body had long been conditioned to Areos’ touch. As Cyrene gasped and tilted her head back, he withdrew abruptly from deep inside her.

“…Ha, ah…”

Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, unable to reach climax. Her twitching hole seemed to be longing for something bigger, while sticky fluid trickled from her inner walls and dripped down between her legs.

Cyrene turned her head towards him. His long fingers teased along her jawline before pressing firmly against her lips. She knew what he wanted – he had made her say it endlessly not so long ago.

“Please… put it in.”

A hint of amusement crossed Areo’s face at her plea, his expression revealing his satisfaction. One of his eyebrows lifted slightly.

“What?”

His fingers traced her twitching hole slowly, teasingly, before slipping inside with ease.

“Ah…”

Cyrene’s inner walls tightened. She knew only too well that this wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She longed for something thicker, hotter, bigger. Her eyes fell on the glistening p*nis, slick and wet.

“Your… c*ck…”

“Say it properly.”

His fingers moved inside her, swirling deliberately as if to tease her further. He traced the slick, sensitive folds, sending shivers through her body. The lewd, wet sounds from below seemed to grow louder, as if he was making sure she could hear every obscene detail.

“Ah… your c*ck… please, put it in.”

Cyrene gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had to repeat herself several times before she could speak properly. Her repeated, pleading words seemed to amuse Areo, who smiled faintly and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Good girl.”

“Ahh…!”

He pulled her hips tightly against him, thrusting deep in one swift motion. Cyrene’s entire body tensed and the pleasure that had been teetering on the brink suddenly spilled over, overwhelming her completely.

Her inner thighs trembled uncontrollably and the sticky fluid dripping from her hit the floor with an audible splash.

Squish, squelch.

Each thrust stirred her insides, sending waves of pleasure through her body and leaving her shamelessly trembling.

Breathless, trembling gasps escaped between Cyrene’s parted lips. Her br*asts bounced wildly with each of Areos powerful thrusts behind her. Her toes curled and scraped weakly against the floor, as if trying to find a foothold.

“Ahh… ah… ngh…”

Then, in the midst of it all, there was a knock at the door.

“Knock, knock.”

“Ah…!”

Cyrene bit down hard on her lips, trying to stifle any sound. The more she struggled to pull away, the stronger Areos hands gripped her waist, pulling her back with force. The feeling of him going deeper made her instinctively let out a soft moan.

“Ah… ugh…”

“Come in.”

Cyrene froze for a moment. The door opened and a man stepped in, bowing his head slightly. As his eyes fell on the two of them, he froze, his body stiffening in shock.

“Ah…!”

Cyrene’s entire body went rigid, paralyzed by the situation.

As if enjoying her reaction, Areos slowly withdrew before thrusting roughly into her once more, his movements deliberate and bold, shattering her composure.

“Ahh…!”

She tried to suppress it, but the moans escaping her lips were beyond her control. She hurriedly covered her mouth, but once the sound slipped out, stopping it became impossible.

“Hnngh… ah… haah…”

Desperately, she bit her lips together and put her hand over her mouth. The sound of the desk rattling echoed across the room. Despite the rough movements of his hips, Areos gently brushed Cyrene’s hair back with surprising tenderness.

She could feel the other man’s unfamiliar gaze on her flushed cheek. His eyes lingered over her face, tracing the hand that covered her mouth, her neck and lower down, as if licking her skin with his gaze. Her whole body shook with the weight of it.

“Haah… Cyrene. Do you like it that much?”

Areos’s voice cut through the tension.

Her inner walls tightened in response. She could feel his gaze on her almost n*ked br*ast, the heat of it almost palpable. If his eyes could touch her, it would be as if he were kneading her br*asts right now.

Areos whispered question sent a shiver down her entire body. Pleasure and shame intertwined, overwhelming her senses. Never before had anything like this happened in front of someone else. Not even once.

Their encounters had always taken place in the privacy of his bedroom or office. The maids would come in afterwards to dress her, but only after everything was done. But now, to have to expose herself, panting and moaning like that, for someone else to see – it was unbearable. Cyrene’s eyes met the man’s inadvertently.

“Haah…”

Grasping at anything to ground herself in this unbearable situation, she clutched the scattered pieces of paper in her hands and crumpled them up tightly. Her face, contorted with pleasure, was exposed to the man’s unblinking eyes.

He stared at her as if he had forgotten how to blink, his large dark pupils completely reflecting her image. Every ragged breath she took made her br*asts rise and fall visibly, and as if in sync, his own chest seemed to swell with hers.

“Ah… uhn…”

Her head spun, a dizzying haze clouding her thoughts. Areos hot breath scattered down her sweat-soaked back, mingling with the relentless rattling of the desk beneath them.

As if to show his dominance, he gripped Cyrene’s face tightly and bit down hard on her ear. Her insides clenched in response and her breathing became ragged.

“You’ve make me angry, Cyrene.”

His fingers slipped between her parted lips, where uncontrollable moans escaped, and tugged firmly on her soft tongue. A drop of saliva fell from the tip, glistening as it landed.

“Ah… haah… ah…”

The man watching from nearby drew in ragged breaths, his *rousal unmistakable as the bulge in his trousers became more pronounced. Areos chuckled softly, twisting Cyrene’s supple tongue between his fingers to elicit more unrestrained moans from her.

“Shall I put it in your mouth?”

As if thinking of some amusing game, he suddenly asked the question. Cyrene couldn’t even turn her head. The gaze fixed on the exposed red flesh in her open mouth was filled with palpable excitement.

“H-how could you even…?”

The man managed to respond between his ragged breaths. Areos’s low chuckle echoed in the room.

“Ah… ah…!”

Areos movements intensified, signalling that he was close to release. He thrust deep without hesitation as his wet fingers continued to explore the inside of her mouth. Cyrene squeezed her eyes shut.

The thick p*nis thrusting inside her hit her deepest point with rough precision, causing her toes to tremble uncontrollably. The now familiar sensation of climax began to spread throughout her body, building rapidly.

“Ahh…!”

His lips brushed over her trembling shoulders again and again, leaving soft kisses. Even the sensation of his tongue licking and biting her sweat-soaked nape became a twisted form of pleasure.

“Ah… mm…”

Her whole body shook uncontrollably. The feeling of her inner walls tightening around him, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop, sent lingering waves of pleasure through her.

As he *jaculated deep inside her, a sticky warmth filled her core. As he withdrew slowly, his flesh left a trail of thick fluid dripping onto the floor. The strong, salty scent of it wafted through the air.

“Ha… haah…”

When the hand gripping her chin finally let go, Cyrene collapsed forward onto the desk like a lifeless doll, completely spent. There was no strength left in her body. The sensation of the liquid running down her thighs sent faint, lingering shivers through her skin.

The rattling of the desk, the moaning and the wet, obscene sounds were now replaced by the sound of Cyrene’s ragged breathing echoing through the room. Areos let out a soft, amused laugh as he gently draped the fabric of her dress over her exposed hips.

“Ah…”

As he forced her upright, Cyrene barely managed to put any strength into her legs, though her knees buckled weakly beneath her. The front of her dress, completely undone, left her br*ast partially exposed. She thought she should cover up, but her body wouldn’t obey, not even enough to lift a finger.

She could feel the man’s blatant gaze travelling down her body, lingering on every inch of her exposed skin.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

Areos spoke as if showing off a precious doll, tilting Cyrene’s chin to show her from one angle to another. Her face still burned with shame, her dishevelled hair brushing against her flushed cheeks. Her chest heaved unevenly with each erratic breath.

Cyrene was painfully aware of the lust in the man’s gaze. Though not as piercing as Areos golden eyes, it carried the same disturbing, predatory intensity that sent shivers down her spine.