***

“Ah, no, stop…”

Cyrene’s voice trembled as she pressed weakly against Areos’ shoulders, her face a picture of despair, as if on the verge of tears. But he didn’t move – not an inch.

“Ah… ngh… ahh, no…!”

His fingers moved deftly under her dress, making her slender back tremble pitifully with each movement. The wet, sticky sounds echoed beyond the fabric, and thick droplets of liquid dripped down to pool on the floor below.

“Ah… haa… ahh…”

Unsure of what to do, Kirene clung desperately to his arm. Her cheeks, flushed with pleasure, were streaked with sweat, and beads of perspiration glistened on her exposed neck and chest.

The corridor amplified her breathy moans, the sound echoing more vividly in the quiet room. Areos hands explored the warm, slick area between her legs with practiced ease, as if he could navigate her body with his eyes closed. The flowing fabric of her dress posed no obstacle.

“Ah… Your Highness… ah…!”

Tears welled up in her eyes, their shimmer only adding to the flush of excitement on her face. The front of Areos clothing, already heavy with tension, swelled as if it were about to burst. He leaned down and licked away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes, his tongue trailing over her delicate skin.

“Show me your expression.”

He turned her over and pulled her into his embrace from behind. Each movement of his fingers elicited a wet, lascivious sound as her swollen cl*t, already sensitive, throbbed against his touch. As Areos pressed down hard on the tender nub, her slender body trembled uncontrollably and collapsed into his arms.

“Ah… ugh….”

Areos could feel the other men’s eyes roaming over Cyrene, their gaze tracing every inch of her. It only fuelled his possessiveness. He cupped her small face, lifting it gently to make sure she couldn’t lower her head. Her tear streaked face, contorted with pleasure, was on full display.

Soft whimpering escaped her parted lips and her flushed shoulders trembled slightly.

“Haa…”

The temptation was almost unbearable. Brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her sweat-soaked shoulders and neck, Areos leaned forward to press his lips to the soft curve of her throat. The salty scent of her sweat carried an intoxicating whiff of ecstasy, heightening his own desire.

Slowly, he unzipped the front of his trousers. Without hesitation, he thrust his hard p*nis deep into her already soaked and trembling p*ssy, teetering on the brink of release.

“Ahh! Ugh… ah…!”

It seemed that the deep thrusting inside her was enough to bring Cyrene to her climax. Her lips parted as a broken, trembling moan escaped, her voice quivering with pleasure. The tight clenching of her inner walls sent a rush of release through him.

Her body, as if moulded to fit him perfectly, wrapped around him with a gentle, almost tugging motion, pulling him deeper. The intense heat emanating from her seeped into him, making his heart pound wildly.

“Lift your head.”

Half crying and gasping for air, Cyrene obeyed, her breath hitching as waves of tingling pleasure coursed from her lower back to the top of her head. Each time Areos moved his hips, soft, breathy moans escaped her parted lips, a sound he found utterly satisfying.

She belonged to him, to Areos alone, untouchable by anyone else. 

Gripping his arm, Cyrene gasped for breath, but his firm hand clamped around her jaw, holding her still. No matter how hard she struggled, escape was impossible. What lay between her legs belonged to him alone – only he had the right to claim her there.

“Ah… Your Highness… Your Highness…”

Cyrene’s entire body tensed as she tightened around him. Each hard thrust sent her body jerking upwards, her delicate frame bouncing with the movement. Standing precariously on tiptoe, Cyrene struggled, her soft flesh giving way as he plunged deeper into her.

“Ahh… ugh…!”

Her small head tilted back, exposing her neck completely. The slender curve of her throat quivered as breathy moans escaped her lips. She pressed her face into Areo’s chest, leaning into him with all her weight, the intimacy of her surrender adding to his satisfaction.

Cyrene’s trembling fingers gripped his arm tightly, and the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls told him she had once again reached her climax. The sensation sent a deep, primal thrill through him.

Around them, male eyes glittered with unspoken thoughts. They pretended not to look, their eyes roaming over Cyrene’s trembling body as if licking every inch of her skin. They pretended not to hear the sound of her moans, but their attention was riveted.

Areos pulled at the strings of her dress and the fabric gave way, exposing her tightly bound br*asts. Her exposed skin trembled gently, catching the light with each movement.

“Ah… ah…”

Her body, drenched in sweat that glistened on her flushed skin, trembled as she tried to cover her chest with her arms. Areos, however, gripped her slender arms tightly and prevented her from doing so.

“Let me take a good look.”

Every movement of his hips made her delicate br*asts sway tantalisingly. His eyes followed the sharp points of her hardened n*pples, then traced the blush spreading across her cheeks and parted lips. Everyone around them seemed to hold their breath at the sight.

“Ahh… ugh… please… stop…”

Inside, her walls, clenching and pulsing rhythmically, seemed to plead as they tightened around him. Areos leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her golden hair, his scent mingling with the sweet musk of her sweat and *rousal.

“Ah… ugh…!”

As always, he drove deep into her, reaching the depths of her core before releasing himself. His warmth flooded her, and as he withdrew slowly, his c*m dripped steadily from her still-clenching hole. Overwhelmed by the sensations, Cyrene’s body shook and swayed, barely able to stay upright.

Eventually she collapsed to the floor, her legs unable to support her. No doubt the space beneath her hips was already a sticky mess of his c*m mixed with her own. The mere thought of it sent a new tension through his lower body.

Areos gently lifted Cyrene’s chin, her dazed expression betraying her exhaustion. Her shimmering blue eyes tried to regain focus, only to lose it again.

“Cyrene.”

As he leaned closer, she obediently stuck out her tongue and licked his lips like a well-trained puppy. Areos slowly stroked her hair, his touch gentle at first before suddenly gripping her tightly.

Their lips were pressed tightly together. He nibbled at her tiny tongue, tasting it deeply, as if stirring it from the inside out.

“Mmm… ugh…”

Her slender fingers gripped his clothes tightly, and her short, gasping breaths sounded intensely erotic. Only after biting and teasing her glistening lips did he finally pull away, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Her lips, swollen from the rough kiss, appeared an even deeper shade of red. Areos pressed his thumb firmly against Cyrene’s plump lips, claiming them as his own. Everything about her – this and that – was his.

She was his and his alone. No one else could dare touch her. He noticed the faint tremble in her blue eyes and the way her tongue flicked out to lightly lick her lips.

Part of him wanted to show her to everyone, to show that she was his. But at the same time, there was an unfamiliar desire to keep her hidden. Without a word, he lifted Cyrene effortlessly into his arms.

“Your Highness…”

Where she had sat, a visible stain of white liquid marked the surface. Areos stepped over it, pressing it under his feet as he carried her into the room. His mind swirled with primal emotions he couldn’t suppress, no matter how hard he tried to push them away. With deliberate care, he placed Cyrene gently on the bed.

***

Areos frowned. How many times had he heard this? While he could somewhat understand the nobles’ arguments, he had no intention of getting married – at least not yet.

“Enough.”

At Areo’s irritated voice, the murmurs in the room immediately ceased. The nobles, knowing that appealing to his father would be futile, had turned their efforts to pressuring Areos directly.

The position of Crown Princess – what a tempting prospect. If all went well, she would eventually become Empress. There were countless nobles who tried to secure power by pushing their daughters into that role, hoping to gain influence through marriage.

In the now silent conference room, someone suddenly broke the silence.

“You wouldn’t consider making that woman the Crown Princess, would you?”

“That woman?”

“I mean Cyrene.”

The very sound of Cyrene’s name, spoken cautiously as if it were forbidden, sent a wave of irritation through Areos. He couldn’t tell if it was the fact that her name had been mentioned or the timing that had provoked him. 

As Areos’ expression darkened and he remained silent, another noble seized the moment to raise his voice.

“This is absolutely unacceptable, Your Highness.”

“She is the Emperor’s bastard child.”

“It’s time to let her go.”

As if his opinion carried no weight, they all began to talk over each other, their voices filling the room with heated arguments. Areos, his chin resting on his hand, remained silent, listening without a word. 

They weren’t entirely wrong. Though unacknowledged, she was the Emperor’s illegitimate daughter. Technically, that made her his sibling.

Sibling? Don’t make me laugh.