Chapter 11.3

“You’re so wet. My mouth can’t keep up.”

It seemed Firenze’s beastly side had taken over, as he continued to say things that made her blush. Her spread legs kept moving as if splashing in water.

“Slurp… smooch. As expected, My Lady, your body is sweet. I’ll make sure this lewd place is clean.”

Her fl*ids dripped onto Firenze’s face, making it glisten. Yet he gladly drank up her juices, sucking and licking as if they were sacred. His Adam’s apple bobbed with every gulp.

“Hnnnn…!”

As Syria shuddered, Firenze thr*st his hips upward from the ground. With each upward motion, she swallowed him to the root, and with each downward movement, he withdrew.

But only halfway, then plunged back in. Each forceful thr*st made Syria’s lips drool along his length.

The pressure was almost unbearable, so Syria reached for Firenze’s hips. With nothing else to hold, she gripped and squeezed his toned glutes, kneading them desperately.

Their entwined bodies, exploring each other’s secret places with lips, was intensely obscene.

“My Lady, your mouth is so warm.”

With each slick thr*st into her mouth, Firenze sucked her lower body even more fiercely. His saliva-coated tongue pressed deep inside her, making Syria tremble.

“Stop… please…”

With both his size filling her mouth and his lips working below, Syria’s strength drained away, replaced by pleasure.

“My Lady, your upper mouth is good, but I really need to put it in.”

His grip loosened from her waist, and the thing in her mouth withdrew. Syria’s body, sprawled on the ground, was suddenly lifted.

Firenze raised her, wrapped his arms around her belly, and pushed her against a nearby pillar. The cold surface touched her face, and as her belly was pulled back, Firenze’s member entered her.

“Hnn… haa…!”

In an instant, Firenze thr*st inside and began moving his hips.

“The lower mouth is even tastier.”

As she grabbed the cold, square pillar with both hands, Firenze thr*st upward as if to pierce through her. The force lifted her feet off the ground.

“Hnn… no… Someone will see.”

“How much did you take before coming here?”

As the pressure eased, Firenze frowned.

“Hnn… That’s not it…”

“Looks like you’re obsessed with the Emperor’s c*ck.”

It sounded like he realized she’d been intimate with the Emperor earlier.

“That’s not… it…”

Syria pressed her forehead against the pillar, moving with his rhythm. Thanks to all the earlier stimulation, there was no pain—Firenze slid smoothly inside her.

“If you act so lewdly, I can’t hold back.”

With that, his thr*sts grew stronger, and Syria’s toes barely touched the ground. Firenze vented his anger, swinging himself mercilessly because she’d been with another man. He didn’t like how things felt inside.

“Say my name.”

“Haaa… haa…! Fi… Fi…”

Firenze demanded she call his name, wanting to hear her cry out, but she could barely speak.

“Properly!”

He thr*st up hard as soon as he finished speaking.

“Haaang…! Fi… Firenze…!”

At last, Firenze smiled contentedly under the moonlight.

As he pressed her back and pulled her hips, it happened.

“Miss Melanie, that’s not what I meant. Please listen to me.”

“No! How could you—hic—how could you do that?”

Voices could be heard in the distance. It was Mule and Melanie.

‘Oh no… They came back.’

Apparently, Mule and Melanie had returned, and their voices were getting closer.

“Eek… Pull out! Firenze.”

If they saw this scene, it would be a disaster. For a noble lady to be caught with a knight outdoors—and if Melanie found out, her loose lips would spread it throughout the mansion in no time.

Desperate, Syria wiggled her hips and spoke, and the thick pillar slowly withdrew.

‘Thank goodness. Firenze wouldn’t want to get caught either.’

No matter how wild he became, he was still human and wouldn’t continue in this situation. Syria felt relieved and started to lift her upper body.

Thud!

Just when she thought he was pulling out, the solid thing slammed back in hard, with a loud splash.

“Didn’t you hear something?”

“Huh? What sound?”

Apparently, the two had heard the loud noise and stopped walking. They looked around and talked.

“I heard something splashing.”

“…It must have come from the lake! Why are you changing the subject?”

Luckily, even though Melanie listened carefully, she didn’t hear anything else and shouted. She thought it was a typical distraction.

“Hnnn…”

Syria covered her mouth and whimpered.

‘Just go… Please, just go.’

She prayed to the gods that the two wouldn’t find them. Syria turned her head sharply, asking with her eyes what Firenze was doing, but he only smiled silently with his eyes and mouth.

“They won’t come this far. Besides…”

Without warning, the thing that had entered her was about to leave, but then rammed back in. The force was enough to bend her waist.

“Haaah…”

“You’re even more excited, like a pervert.”

His words made her blush. Syria pressed her forehead to the wooden pillar and clung tightly. The coolness on her forehead and chest was soon overtaken by the heat of her body.

“Hnnn… That’s not true…”

Even if she was obsessed with the man’s body, she didn’t want to show it to others. That would be true exhibitionism.

‘I’m just a normal pervert…’

She couldn’t deny it out loud, so she repeated it to herself. The pressure on her back pressed her upper body lower, while her hips were pulled back. Hugging the pillar awkwardly, her chest stuck to it, and her lower body was pushed away.

“How l*stful are you, My Lady? After swallowing another man, you still beg for mine.”

She felt his finger skillfully press her swollen flesh, parting her entrance so the cool air swept inside.

Matching the pressure, Firenze pushed himself deeper. Each time, her br*asts were pressed against the pillar.

“Hnnn… If this keeps up… we’ll get caught…”

With her cheeks and lips pressed, her words were broken, but she timed her speech to his movements. Even now, Firenze kept moving his hips, devouring her.

Again, the wet, splashing sound rang out. Even if Melanie was slow to notice, she couldn’t miss this sound.

“…Huh? What’s that sound?”

“See? I told you I heard something.”

The sound of water splashing. But who would be playing in the water at night? And the only place with water nearby was the vast lake—not a swimming spot.

Step. Step.

The cautious footsteps of the two people echoed around the quiet lake. The sound of grass brushing their legs was clear. Color drained from Syria’s face.

“Hurry… pull out!”

Syria wiggled her hips, demanding he stop. She felt their faces could appear at any moment.

“I think it’s this way. Is anyone there?”

“There’s no way anyone’s over there.”

The moment that voice rang out clearly, the finger that had been teasing the entrance to her body pulled away, and her lower half, stretched out behind, was pressed forward so her upper body clung to the pillar.

Firenze’s firm chest pressed tightly against her back. Yet the thick object did not withdraw, remaining inside her, holding its breath.

“Is it because it’s dark? I don’t see anyone.”

“Maybe a guard stepped in a puddle while passing by.”

The two who had come near the pavilion seemed to be scanning the area. Fortunately, there was another pillar right beside where they were standing, so Syria and Firenze, pressed against the opposite pillar, were hidden in the darkness.

Clinging to the narrow wooden pillar like a cicada, holding her breath, Syria felt Firenze’s manhood begin to move slowly inside her.

“Ah… Fi… renze…!”

Even in this situation, Firenze didn’t withdraw, moving his hips, and Syria whispered to him, but there was no stopping him now that he’d turned beastly. The slick object pushed deeper inside, slowly sliding in and out.

His thick fingers gently stroked her cheek, then covered her mouth. It wasn’t to muffle her m*ans, but to silence her protests.

“Your body keeps clinging to me, so how could I possibly stop?”

He licked her cheek, murmuring into her ear. Even with people nearby, they continued their outdoor tryst, and Syria’s face flushed bright red. Her cheeks must have been as red as carrots. The thrill of being caught, the risk, made her heart pound and secret pleasure surged.

“Hnnn…”

With her mouth covered and only her body exposed, the excitement grew. The pillar inside her, which had been moving slowly, suddenly thr*st upward.

If Firenze hadn’t been holding her waist, Syria would have collapsed. The thought of secretly doing such things made her even more excited.

“It seems you’re enjoying this too, judging by how tightly you’re squeezing…”

Firenze continued his teasing words, even though people were still nearby. Luckily, after briefly glancing around, the others decided nothing was wrong and didn’t come any closer.

“Is that so? Ah, but we haven’t finished our conversation yet.”

Melanie hesitated, her voice uncertain, but quickly changed the subject. She was, as always, a simple woman whose attention didn’t last long.

Only after hearing their footsteps fade away toward the mansion did Syria feel relieved. As soon as they were out of sight, Firenze grabbed Syria’s arms, pressing them behind her back, and thr*st his hips forcefully.

“Haaa…!”

The rough movement pushed her body against the pillar, squashing her face and chest. With her wrists firmly held and Firenze moving inside her, he soon frowned and released inside her.

The hot liquid filled her belly, and as the thick pillar withdrew, it ran down her legs. It had been a while since their last time, so even if it wasn’t as much as the Emperor, it was more than usual.

Firenze smiled gently and kissed her.

“It’s all done.”

He kissed her cheek again, smiling brightly.

Syria steadied her trembling legs and stood up, glaring at him. Even though her eyes were sharp, Firenze found her cute and kissed her other cheek.