42. In Lilia's Palace (2)
Their tongues entwined.
Lilia's taste flooded his mouth—sweet saliva, the alcoholic tang already banished. Her moist, sticky tongue ravished his own.
"Chuuup... slurp... chuup..."
Lilia teased without pause.
A deep, intense kiss. It had only been a week since they'd last met, but this one carried an even richer flavor than before.
As if she wanted to savor every corner of his mouth, her soft tongue slipped inside, brushing and exploring every nook.
"Hng... haa..."
Lilia withdrew her tongue first.
His followed, and in mid-air, they twisted together again. Their tongues rubbed wildly, merging as one.
A moment later, as they parted, a thick strand of saliva stretched and snapped in the air.
Lilia swallowed, then called his name in a voice thick with moisture.
"Nng... Yulian... ♡"
In that instant, Lilia's blue eyes met his, brimming with sultry allure.
The devout holy priestess and pure princess—anyone who only knew her gentle gaze would be shocked by the lust burning in her eyes now.
His own tyrant had already swelled from that passion-filled kiss alone. He wanted to pin her down right then and there.
But Lilia seemed to have something to say.
"Would you mind lying down here for a bit? You must be tired too, Yulian."
He followed her lead, laying his head on her thigh.
No luxury pillow could compare.
Soft yet plump with just the right fat, the perfect thigh pillow. And above him, a pair of nurturing breasts overflowing with maternal warmth.
Veiled by her dress, but even gazing at them brought a contented smile to his face. Massive, magnificent mammaries.
Lilia stroked his hair tenderly. He nearly blurted out "Lilia-mama" without thinking.
"I was so happy, Your Majesty... I mean, oraboni. To think you'd prepare such a precious tribute yourself. If it hadn't been the statue you crafted by hand, tonight's banquet would have gone exactly as Cardinal Grious wanted."
She was right. He'd turned Archbishop Murriol's intervention against them, landing a solid blow on Grious's faction.
"The high nobles always act so arrogant, but they're useless. Cowards who can't utter a word without peeking at Cardinal Grious's mood. But you stood so boldly—it moved me deeply."
"Just doing what needed to be done. All for you, Lilia. I can't stand seeing sycophants disrupt the palace either."
It was for everyone, but it benefited her too—no lie there.
"Yulian! How can you think of me so much...?"
Her face lit up with joy. She lifted his head slightly, burying it beneath those voluptuous breasts.
The overwhelming volume pressed against his face.
A supreme softness that could send him to heaven even if it smothered him. He nearly suffocated, but he never wanted it to move.
"And Yulian... oraboni, the reward you asked for surprised me too. You could've demanded something grander from His Majesty. Yet all you wanted was to study with me. How could you say something so sweet?"
That reward was the real prize.
"Too many eyes at the Pantheon or elsewhere. I just wanted some quiet time alone with you, Princess Lilia."
"Oh! You felt the same as me! It was a brilliant idea. The Imperial Central Library—even its special imperial-only section means no interruptions. Just the two of us studying."
The Imperial Central Library: the Holy Empire's grandest repository, established by the palace.
By imperial law, every book published in the empire must deposit a copy there.
They couldn't catch every bootleg, of course—but getting caught meant potential heresy trials if deemed forbidden.
All the empire's books are there. Including secret manuals only imperial blood can access.
Studying with Lilia meant entry to that exclusive imperial zone.
The emperor, elated by his tribute, granted it without hesitation. No prior relationship would've allowed it—worth the effort.
Plan's on track. Now I can access the Reinhardt and Orhain secret manuals.
Vassals had offered family sword arts and mana cultivation texts as loyalty proofs.
With the empire weakened, they'd hide the latest upgrades—but he didn't care.
He needed the originals, closer to the source.
Reinhardt manuals are easy enough...
The key was Lucia's father: Pedro de Orhain. The Orhain house's secrets.
For his and Lucia's rapid growth, new mana cultivation methods were essential.
Lilia stroked his hair repeatedly.
"Anyway, I can't wait for that study day with you... Ha-ut..."
The brief talk ended, but their position didn't change. A thigh pillow perfect for instant sleep.
His cock was erect, yet languid comfort melted his body. The dress fabric against his head was impossibly smooth.
But Lilia's gaze burned hot.
"The West Palace is like my home. Just the two of us here—it's wonderful, isn't it?"
He'd come solely for this private time.
The West Palace's indoor garden: her personal space, perfectly secure. Following the kiss, Lilia indulged her desires.
She gripped his hand tight.
"Huu-t... Yulian's hand... so handsome...!"
True to her hand fetish, her excitement built. She pulled his face closer to her chest.
The weight nearly stole his breath. Lust ignited, she went beyond stroking—sliding his hand into her mouth.
"Chuu-rup... ♡ lick... ha-ut... hand... ♡ Yulian's hand feels so good...!!"
As if it were his cock, she gave it a handjob—er, hand fellatio. Then, regaining herself, she lifted her pressing breasts.
"Oh my! What was I doing...? I haven't seen you so long, Yulian. I must've lost my mind."
Her right hand reached for his crotch.
"It's so angry like this. I should soothe you first."
She clasped her hands over her breasts, loosening her dress top and pulling it down.
***
The white dress was already revealing, but not fully nude.
As she lowered the top, a breast cover appeared to preserve modesty. Lilia removed it without hesitation.
"You like my breasts too, right, Yulian?"
Her bare tits emerged. Jiggling unevenly, top and bottom—a massive, beautiful teardrop shape.
From this angle, the underside looked even more abundant.
"Feel free... to use them as you like ♡"
The swaying mammaries, topped with cute, soft pink nipples. He ached to suck and ravage them.
But lying on her thigh made it tricky.
"Oh dear, look at me. I didn't think how hard this is for you. Let me help! Relax completely now..."
She spoke like tending a child. Unwed virgin, yet her maternal charm suited her perfectly.
One hand cradled his head; the other lifted a heavy breast, pressing the nipple to his lips.
A nursing position. Her pink lips parted slightly, sweet words spilling out.
"Lilia's mammaries... drink them all in... ♡"
He couldn't hold back. He latched onto her nipple.
Not yet erect, it felt like soft jelly in his mouth—delightful.
His tongue swirled busily. Lilia, aroused, let out lewd moans.
"Haaah... that stimulation... tickles... haaang... ♡"
Her upper body glowed pale green. The warm, slick nipple hardened quickly under his tongue.
Holy milk began to flow.
"Mama's coming out... ♡ Suck and drink like that!!"
Her sacred milk: purely sweet, no bitterness. His saliva mixed stickily with it, heightening her pleasure.
"Haaang!! Hau-t... good... Yulian... hubby loving Lilia's mama so much... feels so good... ♡"
Her reactions were perfect. As he suckled nipple and milk, her hips twitched wildly.
With gentler motions, she squeezed her breast, coaxing more milk. He drank greedily.
Better than Chloe's aphrodisiac.
Vitality surged through him; blood rushed madly to his cock. Sensing it, Lilia urged:
"Don't hold back! Pants and underwear—quickly..."
He yanked them down. His massively swollen tyrant sprang free.
"Oh no!! So angry like that... it'll hurt! I need to milk the baby juice fast!!"
His crotch was a bit low even for her reach, but the upward-thrusting length let her caress the tip easily.
Her right hand shimmered, producing sticky holy fluid like primordial slime mucus.
Thus began the nursing handjob. The up-and-down sensation burned his brain with ecstasy.
***
Squish-squish—
Lilia, ever practicing via Medica tomes, played his cock like an instrument.
That secretary must've been a palace library exclusive for imperial eyes. Her handiwork, honed there, outclassed any other woman.
Holy power turned to lubricant. She wrapped his glans in her palm, then released lightly.
To heighten the tip's sensitivity, her index finger circled the urethra. Slick pre-cum soiled her hand.
"Hau-t... good... ♡ so good...!! Using Lilia so much... tasting me so much... feels this amazing!!"
Words unfit for a princess echoed through the garden.
"Aha-t... ♡ hu-t... ♡ No pesky interrupters here... just me and hubby... enjoying our happy time freely!"
Pesky interrupter: surely Eirin. Lilia thrilled at monopolizing him.
Her thigh pillow quivered. Her dress below must be soaked.
"Don't hold back...!! Drink all the milk... mama... and cum loads in Lilia's hand... ♡ Haa-ut... huaaang!!"
So aroused, she moaned nonstop despite only nipple play. Her grip tightened rhythmically.
Holy milk boosting pleasure, lubricant amplifying, her exquisite technique—it built to climax fast.
And here, deep in the palace, receiving a titjob from the pure princess—that pushed him over.
"Cum!! Yulian's baby seed... ♡"
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
He erupted in thick white ropes. Lilia milked him through it, elevating the peak.
"Haa... haa... Good job, Yulian. I'll clean up here."
Holy spell tidied the aftermath. She removed her breast from his mouth.
"Huu-ng... The garden's nice, but we rarely come to the West Palace together. Let's go to my room now, hubby... ♡ I mean, Yulian."
Like a temptress, her sticky voice lured him. He nodded.