Chapter 11. Princess Catherine (2)
Princess Catherine (2)
Lucian nibbled on the princess's earlobe with a mischievous grin.
"Mmm..."
"Would you be willing to show my member some love with your mouth?"
"W-with my mouth?! That's—!"
Catherine gasped in shock, but Lucian was already hiking up the hem of her dress.
"Ah, that's... I don't think I can..."
The princess placed her delicate hand over Lucian's large, rough knuckles.
Between her pale thighs, her silk panties were already soaked through, transparent enough to reveal her excitement beneath.
"You say you don't want it in your mouth, yet down here is already weeping for me."
"N-no, Count... please..."
Lucian pushed her dress up completely, sliding the white silk panties down to her ankles in one smooth motion.
The cramped boat floor forced Catherine to lie back, covering her flushed face with both arms in embarrassment.
"Exquisite."
Lucian's admiration was genuine.
This was no hardened warrior's body, nor the work-worn frame of a common maid. This was royal flesh—skin that had known only the finest silks, milk baths, and meticulous avoidance of sunlight.
Her thighs were so soft they seemed to melt under his touch, like cotton candy made of flawless jade. The delicate inner flesh was nearly translucent, veins faintly visible beneath skin so tender it might dissolve at any moment.
And there, between those dazzling white thighs, lay the princess's most guarded secret—now laid bare before Lucian's hungry gaze.
Like a freshly bloomed lily bud.
Her flawless mound bore no blemishes, not even visible pores. Plump labia majora shyly pursed together beneath, their hue a pristine apricot pink without a trace of dullness.
As Lucian's gaze lingered, the nervous folds parted slightly, revealing the delicate rose-pink petals of her inner lips within. Between them, clear, sticky nectar seeped out like honey, coating the petals with a glistening sheen—betraying her hesitation, her arousal, her anticipation.
"Hah... So pristine. Even your scent is sweet."
It was cleanliness perfected—not even requiring a [Cleaning Spell].
"Mmm... This isn't right..."
Without hesitation, Lucian buried his face between her thighs.
Lick!
"Hyahk?!"
Catherine's back arched violently.
His rough, scorching tongue dragged upward in one merciless stroke—over her sensitive inner lips and the pea-sized clitoris hidden above.
A lightning bolt of sensation. Where only the softest fabrics had ever touched, now a man's coarse tongue ridges ravaged her.
"Aah, I—what do I...?!"
Lucian slowly spread her outer lips apart with both hands, exposing the pink valley within.
With broad, flat strokes, he laved his tongue over every shimmering fold, coating her thoroughly.
Lap, slurp, suck—
"Ngh, ah—ahh—!"
What had only glistened before now grew slick with his saliva, turning viscous under his ministrations. The princess's moans echoed across the silent lake, confined within the small boat.
Catherine's virgin pussy was already whispering its desire, wet from their shared kisses.
Sunlight filtered through the branches, the gentle waves and cool breeze unchanged—yet this moment felt surreal. Lying dazed, unable to suppress her trembling moans, she could scarcely believe this was reality.
'How did it come to this...?'
Lick, suck, nibble—
"Hnn, ah—ahh—ngh..."
That the Count she adored was now sucking on her most intimate place felt like a dream.
Yet Catherine didn't push him away. She believed this was simply what lovers did.
Suck, slurp, lick—
"Hhng—ah! Nngh—!"
Lucian drank every drop of her nectar, then sharpened his tongue to a point.
After teasing the fluttering entrance, he wedged past the tight slit, thrusting deep inside.
Squelch—thrust!
"Aah! Count... your tongue... inside...!"
His hot tongue scraped along her inner walls, licking between every fold as if cleaning her thoroughly. The tickling sensation deep in her belly was unbearable.
Though her hymen still barred the deepest reaches, the assault on her entrance alone was overwhelming.
"It's... too much! Nngh!"
Catherine clutched Lucian's head, crying out.
Truthfully, while pleasurable, the stimulation hadn't yet brought her to climax. But she exaggerated her reactions.
My beloved Lucian. He desires me. He delights in tasting me.
The need to satisfy him, to be the woman he adored, made her moan louder, writhe more obscenely.
'If I... make more noise, will he like it more?'
She deliberately arched her hips, grinding her soaked pussy against his face. Instinctively, she knew her performance was turning him feral.
As Catherine twisted in feigned ecstasy, Lucian shifted, climbing toward her head.
The [69 Position]—their genitals now facing each other's mouths.
When he freed his cock, it sprang forth with a heavy thump.
Catherine's eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
What loomed before her resembled a weapon more than human anatomy.
As thick as a child's forearm, veins pulsing like writhing worms beneath the skin, crowned by a mushroom-like purple glans.
Its overwhelming majesty made her gasp.
Disgusting. Awe-inspiring.
"Nngh... It's... too big. Count... this... goes in my mouth?"
"For a princess like you? Of course. Now, open up."
At his urging, Catherine parted her trembling lips, tentatively taking just the tip between them.
Scalding heat seared her mouth. The musky scent assaulted her nose.
Unsure what to do, she timidly licked the glans, as if tasting candy.
Slurp... lick...
Lucian shuddered.
"Not like that. Wrap your lips tight and suck properly."
Obediently, she opened wider, sealing her lips around him and drawing inward.
"Aahn~"
Suck, slurp—
Transparent, sticky fluid bubbled from his slit, coating her tongue.
"Eh? Count... there's salty water..."
"That's the lubricant love requires. Not dirty—drink it all."
"Love's... lubricant..."
Entranced, Catherine lapped up the pre-cum, sucking it into her mouth with lewd noises.
A briny yet strangely sweet taste. Forgetting her royal dignity, she greedily swallowed his essence.
As she grew accustomed to sucking, Lucian lifted his hips, slowly pushing deeper.
"Nngh—hk!"
Catherine's jaw stretched to its limit.
A noblewoman's dainty mouth, accustomed only to delicate bites of gourmet cuisine, now strained around a fist-sized intrusion. Her jaw ached; the corners of her lips threatened to tear.
"Ghk—!"
Halfway in, her mouth was already full. Her tongue pinned, her palate crushed.
Yet Catherine didn't spit him out.
Painful as it was, she believed enduring this torment was necessary for her beloved Lucian.
Tears welling, she gazed up at him, wrapping her tongue around the invading shaft as she desperately sucked.
Slurp, gulp—
Lucian found her endearing.
And he didn't relent below.
Lick! Slurp! Squelch!
His tongue ravaged her dripping pussy like a lover's kiss.
Scraping her inner walls, thrusting deep, swirling violently against her most sensitive spots.
Then seizing her swollen clit between his lips, sucking hard.
"Hhng—! Hk! Hk!"
Catherine's back arched violently.
Her mouth stuffed full, her pussy ravaged by his tongue—dual assaults left her senseless.
"Not like this."
Lucian decided to intensify things.
Driving his tongue deeper, he bucked his hips sharply.
Thrust!
"Ghk—?!"
The massive shaft filled her mouth completely, plunging straight down her throat in an instant.
Gag! Cough—cough!
Her uvula triggered her gag reflex, but mercifully, he withdrew.
Pop!
"Hah—cough! Cough!"
No time to recover—back in it went.
Thrust!
Gag! Choke—cough!
"Hhng—!"
The princess's mind blanked.
Below, his devilish tongue threatened to melt her away. Above, the crushing weight against her palate and tongue root stole her breath.
Her mouth overflowed with thick, musky flesh. With each thrust, sticky pre-cum pumped into her throat—repulsive yet irresistible.
'This... is a man's taste...'
Drool and tears streaked unchecked as Catherine, thoroughly ravaged in this tiny boat, was being remade into a woman.
Gag! Choke—cough!
Lick! Slurp! Suck!
Their 69 grew increasingly frenzied.
The boat rocked violently on the calm lake, sending ripples outward as if some great beast thrashed beneath.
As Lucian's thrusts quickened, Catherine's pain and pleasure surged toward climax.
Below, his relentless tongue tormented her clit, sending melt-inducing waves of ecstasy through her.
Above, the massive glans battered her uvula and stabbed at her esophagus, strangling her breath.
"Ngh—! Hk! Hk!!"
Catherine weakly pounded Lucian's firm thighs—a plea for air.
He only grew more aroused by her resistance.
"Princess, I'm close. Swallow every drop."
His command brooked no argument. His tongue speared her pussy ruthlessly as the cock in her mouth pistoned faster.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Gag! Choke—ngh!!
Catherine's face twisted in agonized pleasure. White flashes sparked behind her eyelids.
Her legs trembled violently; her entrance convulsed.
"Ngh—!!!!"
Squelch—!
Her pussy erupted, drenching Lucian's chin in a fountain of nectar.
Sweet peach fragrance. He drank it like a victory toast, then gripped her head, burying his cock to the hilt in her throat.
Gurk!
"Ghk—!!!"
Gush—gag! Cough!
Catherine thrashed like a hooked fish.
Scalding, viscous cum cascaded down her throat like a waterfall.
The burning flood battered her esophagus. Tears streamed; spit and semen filled her mouth.
Yet the massive shaft plugging her lips left no escape.
Gulp, gulp.
"Hhng... ngh..."
Obediently, she inhaled through her nose, swallowing every last drop of the bitter fluid.
Her convulsing throat was laid bare before Lucian—the noble princess submitting utterly to a man's desire.
Only after fully draining him did he slowly withdraw.
Pop—
Strings of saliva and white cum stretched from her lips to her chin.
"Hah... hah..."
Exhausted, Catherine collapsed onto the boat floor. Hair disheveled, face a mess.
Lucian adjusted his clothes, then gathered her into his arms, tenderly smoothing her hair.
"Good girl. Did you swallow it all?"
"Y-yes... cough... Did I... do well?"
Eyes half-lidded, she smiled like a puppy seeking praise, cheeks flushed. The earlier torment was already romanticized as a necessary step for his approval.
"Princess, you were exquisite. I never imagined you'd perform so brilliantly."
"R-really... you liked it?"
"Of course. I could do this daily—you're a natural. Your mouth grips better than most women's."
Even his crass praise delighted her. She nuzzled his chest happily.
"Hehe... But it's too exhausting for every day. Though... if the Count wishes it..."
Her body and heart were already conquered.
Royal decorum, pride—none of it mattered. She only longed to be his "plaything," to be loved by him.
Lucian embraced her tightly, satisfied.
This secured his ties to the royal family while allowing his secret indulgences to continue.
On the tranquil lake, in that small boat reeking of sex, the two embraced—each dreaming different dreams.