3.5

As he buried his face into her skin, licking like a child, Iliana wrapped her arms around Lucian’s head. He chuckled softly, nestling into her embrace, and resumed caressing her chest.  

The teasing continued, slow and deliberate. While savoring her escaping moans, his hand roamed her skin before slipping into her mouth. The taste of faint wine lingered on the fingers—his index and middle—that explored her tongue.  

The sensation clouded her already hazy mind. His hand, which had been moving as if to stir her thoughts, gradually slid lower, and her suppressed moans grew thicker.  

“Mm… ngh… ah… ah!”  

The hand that had been playing in her mouth finally ventured lower. With her dress bunched up around her waist, she couldn’t see what he intended to do. Tension built in her abdomen, and her muscles tightened instinctively. Feeling her contracting inner walls, Lucian adjusted the angle of his hand and bit her neck as he rose.  

“There’s no need to worry about making this part red, Lana. Your skin clings to me so tightly.”  

“Hah… ah… ngh!”  

“See? Like this… It won’t let go.”  

Lucian chuckled as he moved his fingers relentlessly. His muttered words—“So lewd”—were accompanied by his persistent effort to stretch her insides. Her moans flowed freely, making her feel as though she might lose her mind.  

When she bit her lip, he deliberately kissed her, his fingers twisting aggressively. No matter how much she wanted to hold back, her messy cries, spilling into his mouth, sounded foreign to her own ears.  

His fingers pressed against her most sensitive spot, pushing further. By the time his fourth finger slipped inside,  

“Ah… ngh!”  

Iliana, overwhelmed by the rising pleasure, threw her head back and trembled. She was gone—completely undone. The overwhelming sensation left her body tingling, and as she twisted in response, his fingers finally withdrew.  

“Hah… hah…”  

“Standing like this really is uncomfortable, isn’t it?”  

Lucian grinned as he watched Iliana catch her breath. The sensation of liquid dripping down her legs filled her with unbearable shame, but Lucian, lifting one of her trembling legs, bent down provocatively.  

Iliana nodded slowly, feeling as though her legs might give out at any moment.  

Perhaps he had heard her faint murmur, for Lucian dragged a chair over at a leisurely pace. 

Was he telling me to sit? 

As she followed his lead and perched on the chair, Lucian casually lifted her dress. Meeting her curious gaze, he brought the fabric close to her face.  

“Bite this, Lana.”  

“What? Wait, mmph…!”  

Before she could protest, Lucian forced the dress into her mouth. Bending his knees, he buried his head beneath her skirt. Iliana let out a high-pitched cry as his tongue slid over her thighs, slick with *rousal, and pressed against her swollen flesh.  

“Ah… ngh… no, don’t… it’s dirty… ah!”  

Her heart pounded as Lucian’s face disappeared beneath her dress, leaving her unable to see him. The obscene sounds that followed were enough to bring tears to her eyes from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. She tried to push against the armrests of the chair, but his nose, pressed firmly against her sensitive spot, only heightened the sensation.  

Lucian is licking me. He’s licking that dirty place!  

The mix of shame and *rousal whispered to Iliana to run away. But where? Where could she possibly go when her body wouldn’t move?  

Her feet shuffled helplessly as she gripped Lucian’s shoulders beneath the dress, her body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn’t help but resent him for being so unyielding.  

“Hah… ah… mm… ah… ngh!”  

Lucian’s tongue swirled inside her as he teased her cl*toris. Iliana couldn’t suppress the erotic moans that spilled from her lips. The lewd sounds were so shameful she didn’t want to admit they were her own.  

Perhaps annoyed by her attempts to push him away, Lucian’s gentle tongue movements became more aggressive.  

It feels like something that shouldn’t be inside is inside.  

Her lips quivered. The sensation of being stripped bare, even though she wasn’t fully undressed, made her feel as though her mind might shatter. Iliana threw her head back, overwhelmed.  

A sudden urge to urinate made her legs thrash, but Lucian, refusing to let go, held her firmly in place. Iliana couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a rush of liquid.  

“Hah… ah… ah…!”  

The fluids spilling from inside her soaked her dress completely. She was sure Lucian’s face must have been drenched as well.  

Her body, overly sensitive to every touch, reacted to the air around her as she gripped the chair’s armrests tightly, hating her own helplessness. Lucian didn’t seem to care about her feelings. Emerging from beneath her dress, he wiped the clear liquid from his face and smiled brightly.  

“You came like a child. It was hard to see in the dark, but it was sweet. Maybe it’s the same color as the wine.”  

“…Stop saying such vulgar things.”  

“Vulgar? That’s harsh, Lana.”  

Still smiling, he unbuttoned his trousers and positioned his *rect member at her entrance. Feeling its size against her, Iliana muttered, 

“No, this isn’t right.”

“Do you really think so?”

“…That’s… ah!”  

In an instant, his length filled her completely, making Iliana arch her back. Her head hit the chair’s backrest as her body tensed.  

“…Hah!”  

“Relax a little, Lana. You’re going to cut me in half…”  

Lucian’s voice was strained as he stroked her trembling body, trying to ease her. His intense gaze, filled with unrestrained desire, made her twist her hips instinctively. The movement caused the thick length inside her to press against her inner walls, growing even larger.  

“How far are you trying to go… ah… why is it… why is it getting bigger…!”  

“Endure it.”  

Before she could adjust to the pain, Lucian thrust his hips sharply, making her lose focus entirely.  

Even though she tried to steady herself by gripping the chair’s backrest, her body remained unstable. Iliana gasped for air, her mouth open as the thick length inside her brushed against her sensitive walls with every movement.  

Each forceful thrust left her body limp, her head hitting the chair’s backrest repeatedly. Thud. Thud. She couldn’t tell if the pain was from her head or the relentless pounding inside her.  

“Ah… mm… hah… ah! Lucian… Lucian…!”  

“Lana… ngh!”  

As Iliana flailed her arms, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, Lucian bit his lip and leaned over her. His deep thrusts seemed to carve a path inside her, making her squirm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he suddenly lifted her.  

“Wait… Lucian… ah! Hah!”  

Holding her close, he walked slowly, his thick length still buried deep inside her.  

Iliana panicked, feeling as though he might pierce places that should never be touched. When she tensed her body, Lucian murmured in a voice thick with *rousal, 

“Just hold on a little longer… ah. I’ll move us to the bed.”

“……”

The fingers that carefully stroked her hair felt warm. Iliana, forgetting even to breathe, let out only youthful gasps as the muscles pressed with his every movement.

……Right now, he’s covering my head, isn’t he?

As Lucian wrapped his arms around the area that had been hitting the chair every time he moved his hips and headed toward the bed, Iliana’s anticipation swelled. This kind of consideration only served to excite her even more. Embarrassed by her perverse thoughts, Iliana hastily lowered her head. Yet, the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curl upward.

The *rect member that had been stirring inside her slipped out with a pop.

Lucian, who had safely carried her to the bed, gazed at her with hazy eyes. His warm gaze seemed to ask if he could continue, and Iliana bit her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as he leaned down.

“Ah……!”

The member that filled her once again overwhelmed Iliana. Relishing the sensation, she spread her arms wide and accepted him for a long time. She worried whether her trembling, crying self beneath him might appear unsightly. However, every time she tightened her muscles inside, Lucian let out a moan and looked at her with a flushed expression. Unable to say anything, Iliana clung to him.

“Lucian, ah……! Hnng!”

“Ah, ugh……!”

Only after Iliana cl*maxed twice did he finally withdraw the long flesh and release himself.

Lucian’s bright smile shone as he mixed the thin fluid and opaque liquid that had stained her dress.

The scent of wine wafted from him as he collapsed on top of Iliana, their bodies still intertwined.

“……”

He’s fallen asleep again, hasn’t he?

Iliana covered her eyes with her arm, mocking herself for having crossed an irreversible river this time. Fearful of the cold dawn air that had settled, she moved hurriedly on trembling legs.

She had to erase everything and leave before Lucian woke up.

The thought made her feel lonely, and she regretted it as she wiped away the traces of his release.