Areo’s soft chuckle sounded distant, almost unattainable, as her consciousness flickered and began to fade.

Was her body really as sinful as he claimed?

Her thoughts tangled in a messy knot before quickly dissipating, leaving her unable to think of anything at all. The mixture of shock and pleasure completely overwhelmed her.

She could feel the warm c*m trickling down, a tangible reminder of what had just happened. Resting her forehead against the backrest, Cyrene closed her eyes – but just then Areos grabbed her hips again.

Before she could fully recover, the blunt tip was pushed firmly against her still gaping hole. This time it slid in effortlessly, meeting no resistance as it filled her again.

“Hmmmm… ah.”

“You’ll have to get used to this, Cyrene.”

There was a hint of amusement in his soft whisper in her ear. The soft tones lingered as the sofa creaked and shifted under her movements.

***

As the days passed, Areos’ behaviour became more intense. What had once been discreet was no longer so; now, even in the middle of the corridor, he would lift the hem of Cyrene’s dress without hesitation.

“Ugghhh, ah…”

Her back scraped against the intricately carved wall as she clung desperately to Areos’ neck, stifling her moans. Each deep thrust that tore at her insides made her legs, wrapped around his waist, tremble. The sound of a shoe, hanging precariously from her foot, clattering loudly on the floor echoed through the corridor.

“Ugghhh…hmmmm…”

The noise was unusually loud. Cyrene could clearly see the reactions of the guards, who quickly averted their eyes and pretended they hadn’t noticed, and the servants, who hurried past as if to escape the scene. The whole spectacle unfolded vividly before her.

Pressing her face against Areos’ shoulder, she stifled her voice as best she could. Perhaps she should be grateful that he hadn’t stripped her completely. Her now exposed foot swayed idly in the air.

“Ah… hmmmmm… Your Highness… aaaahhhh…”

The more she bit her lips to hold back her voice, the more Areos moved his hips. It was as if he was daring her to scream in the middle of the corridor. The harder Cyrene tried to hold back her moans, the more pleasure seemed to build inside her.

Every time his large, slick p*nis moved in and out of her, lewd sounds echoed through the corridor. Her hands clung desperately to Areos clothes, wrinkling them in their grip.

“Haahhhh… ahh. Ugghh…”

She could feel eyes searching her body. With the Crown Prince’s back turned, the guards who had initially feigned indifference began to let their eyes linger more boldly, openly taking in Cyrene. Her face, contorted with pleasure, seemed to ignite a spark of desire in their expressions.

Her fingertips tightened, clutching his rumpled clothes even more firmly.

“Ha…aahhhh… ugghhh…!”

The delicate self-control Cyrene had desperately clung to was finally shattered. Gasping for breath, she squeezed her eyes shut. Tilting her head back in a desperate attempt to stifle her moans, she shuddered as Areos sank his teeth firmly into her neck.

Her body tightened involuntarily as a wave of intense pleasure coursed through her. She could feel her inner walls tightening around his p*nis buried deep inside her, as if instinctively pulling him closer, pulling him deeper.

“Ahhh… ahhhh…”

Her lips parted in a dazed gasp as she gasped helplessly, unable to catch her breath. Areos seemed to enjoy the sight as he drove into her with relentless intensity. Each deep thrust hit her most sensitive spot, sending shivers through her body and causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

“Hmmm…!”

As Cyrene bit her lip in a vain attempt to stifle her voice, Areos forced her mouth open, leaving her powerless to contain the sounds. Her uninhibited moans echoed down the corridor, raw and uninhibited.

“Mmmmm… ugh… hahh…”

As his climax approached, Areos let out a heated breath. He lowered his head and bit down hard on her soft, rounded br*ast, the fabric of her dress barely muffling the intensity of his touch.

“Ow…!”

The sharp pain was quickly followed by another wave of ecstasy that overwhelmed her. Cyrene’s legs tightened desperately around his waist, pulling him closer and holding onto him with all her strength. The excess release, unable to be contained, dripped steadily down and pooled beneath them.

“Haah… hah…”

As Areos gently set her down, he touched her flushed, heat-radiating cheek. Her legs trembled so much she could barely stand, forcing her to lean against the wall for support. Slowly, the dress that had been pulled up to her waist slipped back down and cascaded to her feet.

The familiar sensation of something trickling down the inside of her thighs made her all too aware of the situation. Areos chuckled softly and slid his thumb into the corner of her mouth.

“You must clean this, Cyrene.”

Her gaze dropped instinctively downwards. His p*nis, still slick and glistening, stood stiffly *rect, carrying the distinct scent of their union.

“B-but…”

This was the corridor, and people nearby might notice. 

But she already knew that excuses like that wouldn’t sway him. Her lips quivered slightly as she hesitated. 

“You don’t want to?”

He smiled faintly, a gesture that sent a shiver of unease down her spine. Trembling, Cyrene shook her head and slowly lowered herself to her knees. The mixture of fluids seeping from her formed a small pool around her knees, dampening them.

“Mmmm…”

She hesitantly stuck out her tongue as the warm, thick p*nis brushed against her face. Despite the imposing act, his hand gently stroked her hair as if offering comfort.

Cyrene began to lick it slowly, tasting its salty, lingering essence. The strong, musky scent filled her nostrils as each movement left sticky traces on her cheeks and forehead. She took it into her mouth, struggling to get used to its size.

“Mmmmm… ugghhhh…”

“You’re getting quite good at this now.”

He laughed softly, brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her cheek. Slowly, he pushed himself deeper into her throat. What had once been unbearably painful now felt strangely manageable, as if her body had reluctantly adapted. She could take all of him now, though the sensation of her throat tightening around him still felt strange.

“Mmmmm… ugh…”

Her breath was ragged as she struggled for air. Her trembling hands rested on his firm thighs and with deliberate movements she licked his p*nis as she slowly pulled it out. Above her, she could hear his languid sigh of pleasure.

“Haah…”

With a tone of satisfaction, his fingers lightly traced her cheek, as if in silent praise. He ran his hand through her hair, gently stroking it several times before leaning down slightly.

“Finish it properly.”

At the sound of his whisper, Cyrene looked up at him with pleading eyes. His half-hardened p*nis was already hardening again and she knew exactly what he wanted. Here, again.

“Spread your legs.”

Cyrene shook her head, the thought of panting and moaning in the open was unbearable. She would rather continue with her mouth shut than suffer the humiliation of the guards’ watchful eyes.

As she parted her lips again, hoping to avoid further confrontation, Areos gripped her jaw tightly and tilted her head upwards.

“Cyrene.”

“Your Highness, please… no, I don’t want to.”

Areos gave her a slight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He slowly ran his hand through her hair, his touch deceptively soft. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. It was painfully clear that he wasn’t pleased with her resistance.

She couldn’t understand why he seemed so intent on making others see.

“Ahh!”

His hand grabbed her ankle and her body tilted abruptly, sending her sprawling on her back against the soft carpet. Despite her desperate attempts to pull down the hem of her dress, she couldn’t stop her legs being forcibly separated.

“Mmmmm…!”

Before she could protest further, he was inside her, sliding easily between her already wet thighs. Instinctively, she looked around at the others, her face flushing with shame as she quickly turned her head away. She could feel their eyes on her and the humiliation burned hot.

“Do you feel embarrassed?”

His soft chuckle rang in her ears. As she tried to cover her face with her hands, Areos grabbed both of her wrists and held them above her head.

“Ugghhh… haah…”

She closed her eyes tightly, her back dragging against the carpet with every rough move. The deeper he pushed, the harder she bit down on her lips, desperately trying to stifle any sound.

“Open your eyes.”

Cyrene obeyed reluctantly, her gaze meeting Areos face, curled into a mischievous smile. He cupped her cheek and turned her head towards the guards, forcing her to face them.

“No… please, no. Hmmm… ugh…!”

Her legs, wrapped around his hips, trembled with each rough thrust.

“Look closely, they’re all aroused because of you.

Areos laughed softly, clearly enjoying himself. Every time Cyrene twisted her body in resistance, his excitement only seemed to increase, his firm p*nis inside her twitching and swelling. Noticing the lingering stares of the men nearby, he casually loosened the tie holding her dress together.

“Ahhhh!”

In an instant, the fabric fell away to reveal her br*asts. With every movement of her trembling body, her pale br*asts swayed, drawing every eye to her flushed, hardened n*pples as they rose and fell through the air. It was as if the weight of their eyes alone consumed her, as if they were ready to devour her completely.

“Please… stop…”