Chapter 52

At that moment, Dion pressed his lips to her cl*toris and began to s*ck deeply. The intense pleasure, like a harpoon striking her most sensitive spot, shook Lisbeth’s lower body. Her hips moved on their own, and her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her thighs kept squeezing together but were held firmly apart by Dion’s broad shoulders, leaving her unable to move. Squelch, slurp, slurp—Dion pressed Lisbeth’s thighs down, spreading her open, and continued to s*ck at her relentlessly.

“Ah! Mmm, ah, ah! Hng, ah…!”

“A little more, more….”

Each time her cl*toris was sucked, stars seemed to burst before her eyes. It felt as if something deep inside her belly was being squeezed tight and then released again and again. Suddenly, she felt hot fl*id rush out from within. Dion, as if he had been waiting, lapped up her essence.

The pleasure was so intense that it felt almost violent, and her body instinctively tried to escape. Dion’s hands pressed her down even more firmly.

“Don’t run away.”

“I’m not, mmm, no, but it’s too much, ah!”

“Just a little more, give me more.”

Okay, Miss? 

Dion sounded as if he was asking, but he didn’t seem to expect an answer as he buried himself even deeper. His tongue, now firm and pointed, pushed inside her entrance. He scooped out the moisture within, drinking it down. The greedy movement of his tongue as it explored and tasted her left Lisbeth utterly overwhelmed. Even as her hands gripped his hair tightly, Dion paid it no mind.

Lisbeth pressed the back of her head into the bed, gasping and shaking her head. Then, suddenly, her eyes flew wide open. Something—a huge wave—was rushing toward her, ready to swallow her whole.

“No, I—”

The wave crashed over her in an instant. Violent pleasure swept through her entire body, making Lisbeth tremble all over. Her toes curled and then stretched out again. Her breath caught in her throat, coming in ragged gasps. And at the peak of that cl*max, a rush of fl*id burst forth from below.

Dion wiped the liquid that had soaked his lips and nose with his hand, then licked it up with his tongue. He continued to lap up every drop of her essence, as if he wouldn’t leave a single drop behind. As the stimulation continued even after her cl*max, Lisbeth felt herself nearly losing consciousness.

With a faint, broken sound, Lisbeth’s body finally collapsed limply. Her lightly trembling body was flushed a soft, peachy pink. At last, Dion, satisfied after drinking his fill of Lisbeth’s essence, slowly raised himself up. Looking at Lisbeth lying weakly, Dion gave a gentle smile.

“You’re so beautiful, Beth.”

Then, with his fingertip, he parted her outer lips and pinched her cl*toris.

“Ah!”

A powerless m*an escaped her. Lisbeth shuddered once more and then relaxed. Dion climbed over her, gently stroking her sweat-dampened forehead.

“Was it too much for you…?”

“…No, I… I liked it….”

“If you’re pleased, then so am I.”

And it was so sweet, it nearly drove him mad. In Dion’s low whisper, there was a desire he couldn’t hide. Lisbeth, lightly panting, reached out to Dion. He took her hand and pressed it to his cheek. His lips, glistening with her essence, looked redder than ever.

Dion lowered himself and hugged Lisbeth tightly. Her body, covered in a light sheen of sweat, was warmer than usual. She could feel, through his trousers, that his member was already hard. When she reached down and took hold of him, he let out a sigh and arched his back.

“Miss, wait—”

“I want to touch you, too.”

“Ah, mmm… Miss, Beth, ah…!”

As her hand slipped inside his trousers and grasped his hardened length, Dion groaned, pressing his forehead to Lisbeth’s shoulder. Ignoring Dion’s whispered plea to wait a moment, Lisbeth gripped him tightly and began to move her hand up and down. Soon, a sign of his excitement leaked from the tip, wetting her hand. Dion’s own hand covered hers, and, brow furrowed deeply, he spoke.

“At this rate, I might finish. Please, ah…”

“Is that not allowed?”

Though she looked at him with clear, innocent eyes, Dion thought her gaze was more bewitching than any succubus. Just her eyes, just her touch, made him feel as if he might lose himself right then and there.

With her other hand, Lisbeth pulled off his trousers. Dion moved his hips and legs to help her undress him. At last, the two of them were completely n*ked, facing each other. Lisbeth took his heated length and guided it between her legs. But Dion tensed his arms and waist, holding himself steady.

When she looked at him questioningly, Dion bit his lip and whispered,

“Just a moment, please… just a moment…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I… I didn’t bring any medicine for contraception…”

“Oh.”

Lisbeth, caught up in the moment, had almost forgotten. It was because they had been swept away by pleasure and forgotten contraception before that Diana had come into their lives, and now she was letting herself get carried away again. But Dion, it seemed, had remembered. Blushing, he continued.

“It’s not that I don’t want a child. But to have one without planning… that would be too much for you, Beth. I don’t want to repeat the same mistake.”

“Oh, Dion…”

She knew that saying this would hurt Dion—he might even cry. But Lisbeth decided to tell the truth. There was no point in hiding it; he would find out eventually.

“Actually, I… can’t have children anymore.”

“…What?”

The color drained from Dion’s face. He stared at Lisbeth in shock. She gave a small, awkward smile.

“The process of giving birth to Diana was… difficult. It was a hard labor, and they told me that unless I gave up the child, I wouldn’t be able to have more in the future. But how could I give her up?”

“Ah, ah…”

“So, well, it’s a bit strange to say this now, but contraception isn’t necessary anymore… ah!”

Lisbeth couldn’t finish her sentence. Dion had suddenly hugged her tightly. From his lips came a sound like a wounded animal.

“Hng, ah… Miss, Miss, why… how can you say that with a smile…”

“Don’t cry, Dion. I don’t regret any of it.”

Meeting Dion, falling in love again, having his child, leaving the capital and giving birth alone, not being able to have more children—she didn’t regret a single thing. Lisbeth had given her all at every moment, and so she couldn’t have regrets. She was happy with the results she held in her hands.