Chapter 123. Princess Catherine's Daring Tryst
The scorching midday sun. A virgin princess sharing an illicit rendezvous with a married man in the open palace gardens. The thrill of their forbidden situation made their mingling saliva taste even sweeter.
"Gerard, have you lost your mind?!"
Just then, a furious woman's voice rang out from beyond the neatly trimmed ivy-covered fence.
Lucian and Catherine flinched in shock, quickly ducking beneath the bench behind the ivy wall.
"How could you throw your own wife to another man? You're truly out of your senses!"
It was the voice of Rimeyer, Captain of the Royal Knights.
"No, Rimeyer. Hear me out to the end. It was an unavoidable necessity to sustain the Blanc family's military might."
Gerard's excuse followed. A chill ran down Lucian's spine.
You madman, why the hell are you talking about this here?!
"You were born as a legend of the Blanc family, something that only appears once every few centuries. But you've remained unmarried, meaning you have no intention of producing an heir. Who knows when another force like yours will be born again?"
"That's..."
"You're still in your prime, but we must prepare for the future. The reason I'm telling you this is to ask you in advance to properly train the child that will be born—the child between my wife and Lucian. So that they may grow into a warrior surpassing even you."
Gerard was asking Rimeyer to provide early training for a child that hadn't even been born yet (though the seed might already have been planted)—a child between his wife and Lucian.
That obsessive, almost fanatical fixation on bloodline. Even Rimeyer, a fellow member of the Blanc family, shook her head in disbelief.
"Even so... Lucian? That Lucian...?!"
Rimeyer's voice trembled, as though she still couldn't process the shock.
Lucian was on the verge of losing his mind.
Right now, Princess Catherine was nestled in his arms. What if she pieced together the meaning of this conversation? The fact that a Count had impregnated his friend's wife could spread to the royal court or beyond. And even if the princess figured it out, it was nothing but trouble.
Lucian hastily ducked his head.
Catherine had pulled away from their kiss, her eyes wide as she pricked up her ears, intently listening to the two's conversation.
This won't do.
Lucian pinned Catherine down onto the grass, covering her completely.
To keep her from hearing anything else, he pressed another suffocating, sticky kiss upon her lips.
At the same time, his large, rough hand slid beneath the hem of her extravagant dress.
"Hng—!"
Catherine's eyes widened. Lucian's hand boldly groped over her silk panties, kneading and rubbing her most intimate place without hesitation.
She flinched at the sudden, brazen touch but didn't push him away. Instead, a lewd moan escaped her lips as pleasure coursed through her.
"Mmmn..."
Feeling the soft, damp sensation beneath his fingertips, Lucian's mind was flooded with the reckless urge to see the princess's bare chest—even in the middle of this.
An excuse to push her further into delirium.
What would breasts worthy of such pure, noble beauty look like?
Without breaking the kiss, Lucian's skilled fingers undid the corset strings at the back of her dress.
Srrrk.
The luxurious red silk bodice slipped down helplessly, revealing her chest.
He then tugged aside the white bra that had been tightly constricting her, peeling it away.
"Ah..."
A deep sigh escaped Lucian's lips.
Catherine's breasts, unveiled under the sunlight, were breathtakingly beautiful.
White as freshly fallen snow, plump and sweet like perfectly ripe white peaches.
Round and perfectly shaped, just enough to spill slightly over his palm when cupped.
Upon that flawless skin rested pale, delicate areolas, untouched by blemish or discoloration.
And at their very center—perky, vividly crimson nipples, standing proudly like the freshest cherries atop a cake of whipped cream. Still small and adorable from lack of experience, they stiffened eagerly in the cool air, trembling as they hardened.
Lucian began ravaging her upper body like a beast.
He dragged his tongue down the slender curve of her neck, lapping at the hollow of her collarbone before sliding further down into the valley between her breasts.
"Hahh... ngh..."
Lucian's large hands cradled her soft mounds from below, squeezing gently.
Her delicate pink areolas swelled, her nipples stiffening as if begging to be sucked.
He circled them slowly with the flat of his tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh.
The ticklish, electric sensation made Catherine's back arch off the grass.
Slurp. Schlick.
"Nngh... Count Lucian..."
After teasing the areola for a long while, Lucian finally took the pert crimson bud into his mouth, sucking greedily.
Like a child nursing at the breast—persistent, yet sweet as melting candy, his tongue rolled over the stiff peak.
Schlurp. Slurp. Schlick.
"Ahh, ah... Lucian... it's too much... right there... nghh..."
"Shh, Princess. You're being too loud."
Catherine covered her face with both hands, lost in ecstasy as she let out breathy moans.
Her entire body felt like it was melting from pleasure. But at the same time, a sliver of worry crept into the back of her mind.
What if... like that time on the lake, he teases me like this and then leaves me again?
That fear planted a poisonous obsession in her heart.
This time, she wanted to finish things completely with Lucian.
If she could take all of him—his massive, burning body—deep inside her and become pregnant with his child... No matter how stubborn he was, his strong sense of responsibility would prevent him from abandoning her.
It didn't matter that he already had a wife named Rachel.
I'm the princess of Eldonia. If I bear his child, I can use Father's influence to push Rachel aside and take my place as his rightful wife.
As that brazen, dangerous fantasy took hold, she wrapped her arms tightly around Lucian's neck, rocking her hips against him in blatant invitation.
But Catherine's desperate calculations were unnecessary—Lucian had long since abandoned reason.
He was utterly intoxicated by the sweet scent of her skin, by the way her perfect body yielded so eagerly to his hands and mouth.
Like a child finally unwrapping the most delicious candy they had saved for years.
Now, Lucian began licking and sucking every inch of her body.
His tongue dipped into her navel, his lips traced the delicate curve of her waist.
Under Lucian's rough touch, Catherine was already half-naked.
Her discarded bra and panties lay tossed carelessly over the bushes beside the ivy.
On the green grass, between the princess's spread legs, Lucian's face descended like a beast circling its prey.
"Hah... Princess. I can't hold back any longer."
Lucian's voice was ragged, hoarse with desire.
His hot breath brushed against the sensitive curls between her thighs, and Catherine squeezed her eyes shut, pleading.
"Lucian... it's alright. Today... right now, you can have all of me."
Her explicit permission.
The moment those words reached him, an explosive roar erupted inside Lucian, like a volcano detonating.
Blood rushed violently to his lower body, his overwhelming excitement sending his mana spiraling out of control.
Beyond the ivy fence, Rimeyer and Gerard, still reeling from their confrontation, had already left the garden. The surroundings were now dead silent.
Only the two of them remained. With Catherine's consent, Lucian's restraint—already hanging by a thread—snapped completely. His massive desire surged toward her dripping entrance—
"My, my. What do we have here? A pair of lust-crazed cats mating in broad daylight?"
"!!—"
A lazy, teasing voice rang out from behind them.
Lucian and Catherine froze mid-action, as if struck by lightning.
A cold sweat ran down Lucian's spine as he slowly turned his head to look up.
But the intruder's face wasn't visible.
Blocking his view were two unrealistically massive breasts, threatening to spill from the loose robe draped over them. Even without seeing her face, that violently voluptuous size and the overpowering herbal scent stinging his nose made her identity unmistakable.
The royal archmage, Violetta.
"Haha, well, well. If it isn't our lovely princess and Count Lucian? What a delightful surprise."
Violetta giggled like a girl who had stumbled upon an amusing toy. Even with one of the kingdom's princesses lying half-naked before her, not a trace of fear or awkwardness colored her tone.
"Ah, no... You see, the princess and I were taking a stroll in the garden when she tripped, and I—"
The Count, too flustered to think, blurted out the first excuse that came to mind.
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