“Ah!”

A soft moan escaped her as he leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly against her parted ones before pulling away with a slight smile.

“I was considering more training, but it seems a different kind of training might be far more intriguing.”

Arios reached out and gently brushed her hair aside with his fingers. A few strands of her pale platinum blonde drifted to the floor, catching the light as they fell.

“Lie down.”

There was no further explanation. Cyrene quietly complied, gripping the back of the sofa and arching her hips as instructed. The moment she followed his command, a tingling sensation coursed through her abdomen.

Even before he touched her, she could feel the wet heat pooling between her legs. The realisation filled her with a wave of self-loathing she couldn’t suppress.

“Hmm.”

The hem of her dress was lifted, exposing her bare bottom, which trembled slightly as her underwear was boldly pulled down. Areos fingers trailed slowly along the sensitive crease between her legs. Her already soaked p*ssy wept a sticky liquid, coating his fingers with its wetness.

“You’re worse than a dog in heat, Cyrene.”

“Ugh… … .”

Her whole body trembled at the touch that rubbed her slightly aroused cl*t. Cyrene’s hand gripped the back of the sofa tightly. As if to tease her, he prodded and pressed around the twitching hole, but the rubbing fingers did not go all the way in.

Cyrene’s waist trembled. The inside tightened as if it wanted something else. Each time the wet, sticky inner walls contracted, a faint pleasure travelled up her spine to the top of her head.

“Ugh…… .”

An involuntary moan escaped her lips as her body shuddered uncontrollably with each touch. Areos’s fingertips glided over her vaginal opening, drawing out a deep, lingering, sticky sensation that left her breathless.

“Haaa…”

How long was he going to keep teasing her? Cyrene glanced back slightly, but she couldn’t see Areos clearly. Was he waiting for her to beg him to put it in, or was there something else? Reluctantly, Cyrene hesitated and opened her mouth.

“Please… please put your p*nis in.”

At her words, accompanied by his cheerful laugh, she felt a slap on her butt.

“Ah!”

“Now you’re begging for it.”

A large hand kneaded her butt. Cyrene gasped and swallowed a moan. Was that not the right answer? His fingers slid in slowly, as if oozing. The curved fingertips pressed firmly against her inner walls, stimulating them.

“Ugh, yeah… … Ah…… .”

Her waist trembled. Her v*gina, used to being penetrated deeply and relentlessly, wasn’t satisfied. As if begging for more, the inside of her v*gina tightened. Areos, already well aware of Cyrene’s reactions, withdrew his wet, sticky fingers.

He lowered his head and kissed her butt. It felt ticklish and made her uncomfortable. What would happen next? Just as the insides of her thighs trembled, he gently pushed his fingertip into the rear entrance.

“Ugh! Your Majesty, ah.”

At the unexpected touch in a place she had never anticipated, Cyrene instinctively tried to pull away. As she struggled, a strong hand gripped her waist firmly, holding her in place.

“You need to be able to use this side as well, Cyrene.”

“No, no, ah. Ugh…… !”

His finger pressed into the tightly closed hole and her whole body froze in shock. She could feel it clearly, prying open the tightly closed folds. Perhaps because it wasn’t a place meant to be touched in this way, the sensation of intrusion felt intensely strange and overwhelming.

“Relax.”

“Your Highness, Your Highness, ah.”

Cyrene pleaded desperately, her voice shaking as she struggled for breath. The more she struggled, the deeper the fingers pressed, intensifying the penetration. The overwhelming sensation of a narrow opening being forcibly widened made her dizzy, her mind reeling from the dizzying discomfort.

“Good.”

Areos’s chest pressed against her back. Her entire body was firmly pinned down, unable to move, as her legs were spread apart. Her slick, wet core made contact with his thigh as it pushed between hers.

“Ah, ah… … .”

The firm pressure of his strong thigh brought a faint sense of pleasure. As tears welled in her eyes, a hot tongue trailed along the edges, licking gently.

“Ugh, ah…… .”

As Cyrene let out a shaky breath and relaxed her tense body slightly, another finger slipped deeper inside her.

“Your Highness, ah, Your Highness…”

“It’s okay.”

There was a hint of amusement in his voice. All that escaped her lips were desperate pleas. Against her fervent wishes for it to stop, his fingers slowly began to pry the opening apart.

“Ugh, ah, no. Uggggh… please…”

“After getting yourself this wet, do you truly dislike your back hole?”

Areos whispered mockingly, his voice tinged with amusement as he pressed against her thighs, now slick with her arousal. The added pressure heightened the overwhelming mixture of pleasure and humiliation that coursed through her. His fingers pushed hard, forcing the tightly closed hole to separate even further, leaving her breathless and exposed.

“No… no…”

Cyrene mumbled through her tears, her voice barely audible as her body shook uncontrollably. The overwhelming sensation of her tight hole being forcibly opened consumed her, leaving her breathless. Areo’s fingers spread her wide, the unfamiliar penetration setting fire to every nerve in her body, intensifying the mix of pain and vulnerability.

“Haah…”

Contrary to her fears, an excited breath scattered across the nape of her neck. Something familiar pressed heavily between her butt—hot and unyielding. Cyrene’s entire body froze.

“Ugh, ah,”

Was he really planning to put it in?

As she struggled as if to escape, their bodies only pressed closer together. The blunt tip pressed firmly against the small hole.

“Stay still.”

“Ah, ahh…”

Cyrene’s hands, gripping the backrest, trembled uncontrollably. Her slippery and wet bum hole slowly began to open as Areo’s hard and big p*nis slowly entered.

“Huh, ah… … ah… … .”

An agonised moan escaped her parted lips. The pain that overwhelmed her was incomparable to the first time she accepted him. It felt as if her entire body was being pierced. Cyrene’s fingernails scratched his arm lightly, but Areos did not reproach her.

“Good.”

The sensation of a tongue sliding along the back of her neck, wet with cold sweat, sent an uncontrollable shudder through her entire body. The slow, widening penetration inside her felt like her whole body was being pierced.

How far had she gone? Areos body pressed tightly against her hips, his presence overwhelming. She felt as if she were filled to the brim, the sensation reaching to the top of her head. It was nothing like when she had taken him in her mouth. This was different – a mixture of pain, a deep throbbing ache and an unfamiliar sensation that seemed to completely envelop her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

“Ugh, huff…… .”

As she gasped for breath, unable even to struggle, Areos touched her cl*t as if to offer some comfort. A familiar pleasure slowly began to rise in her.

“Ahh… … huff… … .”

Her mind became a chaotic mess. Her twitching v*gina leaked lewd fluids as if it longed for something more. Her hardened n*pples were squeezed and teased under his hand.

Is it normal to feel good? Moments ago, the sensation of being stretched so tightly had felt like her whole body was going to break apart. But now she could feel the hole tightening around him.

“Ah, ugh…… .”

“You learn these things quickly.”

A voice, mocking or amused, lingered at the nape of her neck. Areos, who had been gently nibbling at her tender skin, began to slowly move his hips.

“Ugh…!”

It felt like everything in her stomach was being pulled out. Cyrene’s eyes widened in shock. What had easily slipped out was suddenly being pushed back in.

“Haah…!”

She gasped, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as if squeezed from her chest. Soft lips brushed repeatedly over her tear and sweat stained cheeks, leaving her skin tingling. Her dishevelled hair clung to her shoulders and neck like a second skin.

“Mmmm…”

A low, satisfied moan echoed near her ear. Areos movements became more intense, causing the sofa to creak with each movement.

“Huuh, ahhhh, ugh…”

With each thrust, it felt as if he was reaching deeper into her. The untouched hole gradually stretched to accommodate Areo’s p*nis, tightening around him with each movement.

Lewd fluids dripped steadily from her slick, wet v*gina, soaking the insides of her thighs.

“Ah, haah… hmmmm.”

Why did she feel pleasure so easily? Her vision blurred in a daze, overwhelmed by the confusion of sensations. Only moments ago she had felt only pain, but now eager moans spilled uncontrollably from her parted lips.

Each violent thrust sent her body rocking, the impact reverberating through her. The hand cupping her br*ast brushed against her sensitive n*pples, the friction sparking sharp, electric sensations that coursed through her trembling frame.

“Hmmm, ahhhh… Your Highness…”

“Ha…ahhhh”

The heat of his body against her back was intense. Every time her slippery, trembling v*gina clenched, as if longing for something, her other hole tightened in response. She could even feel the veins of his huge p*nis moving as he withdrew.

Her tightly gripped waist throbbed with a dull pain. Whenever he thrust into unfamiliar depths, her hole tightened involuntarily and a tingling sensation spread through her abdomen.

“Mmnh… ugh.”

“You’re doing well.”

He licked the back of her sweaty neck in a long, deliberate motion and pressed his fingertips firmly against her swollen cl*t, rubbing and teasing it. The hypersensitive nerves instantly processed a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Ah, ah…!”

Cyrene’s entire body shook violently, her vision dissolving into a blinding white haze. As her tightening muscles clenched around him, Areos ej*culated deep inside her. Gasping for breath, Cyrene slumped forward, her strength completely drained, and collapsed limply against the back of the sofa.

“You truly are a sinful little one.”