Huh?

She felt a little less afraid than usual. His golden eyes still glowed like those of a predator, but they didn’t send shivers down her spine. Surprised, Cyrene blinked and he nodded slightly with his hand.

“Come here.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she cautiously sat down next to Areos. His fingers gently brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen. Cyrene’s reflection was clearly visible in his golden eyes.

“Cyrene.”

“Yes.”

“Cyrene.”

He called her name again without saying anything. Not knowing what it meant, she hesitated, then stretched her neck and kissed his lips. Areos smiled. Slowly he stroked her hair, then grabbed her long platinum hair and kissed it.

Beneath slightly lowered black lashes, his golden eyes glowed with a complex light. As if about to say something, he parted his lips, then closed his eyes tightly, unable to guess what it meant.

“No. It’s fine.”

What did he mean by “it’s fine”?

Cyrene just nodded. His fingertips touched her lips again before pulling away. The slow touch along her jawline was ticklish.

Slowly he ran his hand down her neck, then very slowly pulled on the strap of her dress, tightening it. In an instant, the loosened fabric slipped off her shoulder.

“Ahhh.”

Areos, who had gently picked her up and placed her on his lap, lowered his head over her br*ast. His lips touched her soft br*ast.

“Ugh…”

His tongue quickly found the *rect n*pple, as if pushing up thin fabric, and sucked it in. Soon a tingling sensation was felt throughout her body. Though she tried to hide the moans from the sound of hooves and the gentle rocking of the carriage, it was not easy.

“Ha… … Yes… … …”

Areos, who had come in familiarly, lifted the hem of her dress and dug into her underwear. His fingers stroked her v*gina intimately. The lewd liquid that had quickly leaked out made a wet, sloppy sound.

“Ugh…… !”

“You should be quiet, Cyrene. Everyone else can hear.”

Cyrene, who had been leaning on his shoulder, jumped and shivered. Although she had shown them having s*x several times, it had always been in front of the people who worked in the Crown Prince’s palace. But here, the place was full of people she didn’t even know, people she’d never seen before.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

Cyrene buried her head in his shoulder. As the sloshing sound grew louder, so did her moans. Her v*gina twitched and swallowed her fingers, dripping with salacious fluid.

Cyrene’s cheeks flushed a deep red. As she looked up at him, Areos lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

“If you want me to put it in, take it out.”

“Haa…… ha…… .”

He felt his p*nis, which was already hard. He unbuttoned his trousers and barely managed to pull his stiff c*ck out. As Cyrene climbed onto his thighs, Areos grabbed her hips.

“Shut up.”

With a voice that seemed to whisper, her waist was suddenly pressed down.

“Ugh…!”

She gritted her teeth but couldn’t hide the moan that escaped. Cyrene’s whole body shook. The sensation of something suddenly sliding all the way in was something she could never get used to, no matter how many times she experienced it.

Her inner walls twitched and she clenched her c*ck tightly, then bit down on it as if to squeeze it.

“Haa…… .”

Areo’s sigh was mixed with excited heat. Cyrene’s hips began to move slowly. Every time the carriage shook slightly, the sensation stirring inside her made her bite her lips hard.

“Ugh… hmm. Ha…”

As she pressed her lips together hard enough to hurt, his fingers forced her mouth open. A deep kiss followed. The kiss swallowed her heavy breathing and the pounding of her heart, making it hard to breathe.

“Huh, ah, yes……”

“Ha…… .”

She felt something strange today. He was a little nicer than usual. The ride he had never allowed her to take before, and the kiss that swallowed her moans – it was a first for both of them.

Cyrene held Areos’ back. Her whole body tingled. The great sensation that seemed to be invading her felt different than usual. Was it an illusion that she felt soft and gentle?

“Ugh, yes… …”

The touch that ran down her back amplified every sensation in her body, heightening her awareness. Cyrene’s lower abdomen tightened as heat pooled inside her. She could feel the intense warmth of his p*nis as it penetrated deep, its throbbing pulse echoing through her inner walls.

The sticky sound echoed through the carriage. A soft moan escaped between their lips in time with the turning of the wheels.

“Ughhhhh… Ahhhhhh”

His hands gently caressed her br*ast, lightly nipping at the n*pple, while his fingers slowly trailed down her stomach, tickling her concave navel.

“Huh. Ah…”

Her whole body tingled, a sensation that made her feel as if everything – even her thoughts – were slowly melting away, sticky and hot. Was it because they were outside? Or was it because Areos seemed unusually tender today?

Cyrene squeezed her eyes shut, her senses heightened by the vivid sensations coursing through her. The gentle pressure of Areos lips against her cheek and forehead was surprisingly comforting, almost pleasant.

“Ah, Your Highness… Hhh… Mmm…”

“Cyrene.”

Each time he called her name, his voice softly brushing against her ear, her entire body shivered. A pleasure more intense and exquisite than ever before coursed through her.

The carriage had stopped, but neither of them got out. No, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave. The carriage rocked steadily, its movements continuing until the sky outside turned dark.

***

Something had subtly changed. Cyrene looked at Areos out of the corner of her eye. What could she say? He had seemed so different these past few days.

How many hours had passed since she had been trapped in his arms? Cyrene quietly closed her eyes as she studied Areos’ face, examining it from every angle. His perfectly shaped dark eyebrows, the long black lashes that cast shadows, his straight nose and tightly parted lips.

The arm wrapped tightly around her waist made it difficult for Cyrene to breathe freely. She wiggled her toes, feeling restless. As soon as they had arrived, Areos had called her over without much explanation and simply laid her down on the bed. 

When she had lowered her head, he had lifted her gently and pulled her into an embrace. He held her close – just that, nothing more. 

This feels strange. 

It was too cold to be considered affectionate, but too tender to be frightening. When Cyrene shifted slightly, his grip tightened. He let out a deep sigh, holding her so tightly that her waist began to ache. 

Was she supposed to stand still? Or was there something else she was expected to do? 

She hesitated for a moment before leaning in carefully, her lips brushing lightly against his tightly closed ones. 

Slowly, as if waking from a dream, his eyes fluttered open. A faint smile flickered in his golden eyes.

“Can’t sleep?”

She blinked softly, her breath caught in the silence. Areos let out a deep sigh, his large hand gently sliding the strap from her shoulder. The soft fabric slid down, revealing her br*ast.

“Mmmm…”

He let out a low moan as he moved over Cyrene and positioned himself on top of her. Her legs parted and the thin fabric of her clothing was pushed up to her waist, further exposing her.

“Ah…… .”

Her sagging br*asts emptied between his long fingers. He licked her hardened n*pples with his tongue and rubbed his already large, swollen c*ck against her belly.

Feeling the weight on her belly, Cyrene let out a gasp of excitement.

“Such a lewd thing.”

Areos, gripping Cyrene’s br*ast so tightly it hurt, lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Her already dripping, twitching p*ssy was fully exposed. Over it, his large, heated p*nis slowly began to rub against her.

“…Ahhh…!”

Without warning, the blunt tip pushed deep into her p*ssy, forcing its way inside. Cyrene’s fingertips lightly scratched his arm as her leg, draped over his shoulder, trembled uncontrollably.

The sudden sensation of being filled so deeply drew a breathless moan from Cyrene. She looked up to see Areos face contorted into a frown, his expression a complex mixture of discomfort and surrender.

His mood seemed to alternate between satisfaction and irritation. As his golden eyes, clouded with frustration, locked on hers, Cyrene flinched, her body instinctively stiffening. In response, her inner walls reflexively tightened around him.

“…Haaaaaa.”

Areos grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg down, wrapping it around his waist. Cyrene wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer with the entirety of her body. His p*nis, which had slowly withdrawn, was driven back into her with a rough and unyielding force.

Her slightly moist inner walls quickly became slick with sticky fluid, clinging to him with each deep, deliberate thrust. Each time his thickness slid against her sensitive depths, her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

The lewd squelching sounds echoed in her ears like an intimate whisper, accompanied by the slow, rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath them.

“Ahh… ugh… ahhh…”

As Areos slowly moved his hips, savouring the sensation of every crease deep inside her, Cyrene held on even tighter. Her body trembled uncontrollably, each shudder met by his fingers, which skilfully teased her hardened n*pples, flicking them with calculated precision.

“Ahh… ugh… ah!”

Each time his p*nis withdrew, her inner walls clenched tightly, gripping him as if unwilling to let go. The sudden, sharp motion of him plunging back in, filling her completely, left her breathless, gasping for air.

The sensation of his thick p*nis reaching all the way to her core was overwhelming. She could even feel its outline pressing faintly against her stomach, an intimidating and consuming presence. As she gasped and clung to his shoulders, Areos pulled her closer, wrapping her arms around his neck until he held her completely.

Their bodies pressed together, every intimate part in full contact. With each shuddering breath she exhaled, his soft lips brushed against her forehead. The unexpected tenderness felt strange, almost out of place. But as she thought about it, she realised that his touch had left a faint tingling sensation where his lips had lingered.

“Ah… ugh…”

The overwhelming excitement burrowed deep beneath her skin, spreading through her entire body. Cyrene’s fingertips kept running down his back, searching for something to hold onto. Her body was drenched in sweat, sticky and slick from the intense heat radiating between them.