Chapter 126. Secret Rendezvous in the Dressing Room (1)
Lucian firmly locked the door behind him and slowly approached her.
"You're beautiful. But... the most beautiful thing in this room is you, Princess."
Lucian's gaze was fixed on Catherine's sweet lips, shyly smiling amidst the pink dolls.
Morning sunlight filtered into Princess Catherine's bedroom. The sound of sticky, wet noises filled the air.
Lucian cupped Catherine's slender nape and explored her sweet lips. Their tongues tangled between soft, warm membranes as their saliva mixed thickly.
Pure as untouched white paper. Elegant and delicate like a lily in bloom.
Yet beneath that innocent face, the voluptuous curves of her chest and hips unmistakably belonged to a fully matured woman.
"Mmm... Nngh..."
Under Lucian's skilled and persistent tongue, Catherine's eyes had already glazed over as she panted, clinging to his broad shoulders.
Though they'd only shared a kiss, her legs weakened as if melting from the intoxicating pleasure.
Then—
Knock knock.
"Princess, may I come in?"
A clear voice accompanied the knocking at the door.
It was Isabel, Catherine's personal maid.
At the sound, Catherine's shoulders jerked up in surprise. Another interruption had arrived.
But Lucian had locked the door when he entered.
Click.
The small metallic sound reassured Catherine as she smoothed her dress.
Outside, Isabel turned the doorknob and tilted her head in confusion.
"That's odd... It's well past the time to wake Her Highness."
Catherine usually disliked locking her door, finding it stifling. The lack of response made Isabel's heart pound with worry.
In the royal palace, ladies-in-waiting were of a completely different status than commoner maids. Noble-born attendants didn't perform menial labor like cleaning, laundry, or cooking.
They were the princess's closest companions and confidantes, acting as personal secretaries who dressed her and penned letters on her behalf.
Naturally, Isabel was as close to Princess Catherine as a friend and more sensitive to her well-being than anyone.
"Princess, His Majesty is asking for you. Are you feeling unwell?"
When there was still no answer, Isabel made a decision.
"Princess, I'm worried since you're not responding. This is urgent—I'll use the emergency key to enter!"
"Gasp...!"
Lucian and Catherine startled, locking eyes.
"I-It's Isabel. That stubborn girl will really use the key to come in!"
Catherine turned pale and grabbed Lucian's large, firm hand. Then, muffling their footsteps, she led him to the dressing room in the corner.
Once inside, Catherine quickly closed the door and locked it from within.
The cramped, dim space was packed with lavish dresses and jewels.
"Hehe... She'll never find us here."
Peeking through the door crack, Catherine whispered excitedly.
More than fear of being caught, the thrill of secretly playing hide-and-seek with her beloved made her giddy.
Clank, creak.
Sure enough, Isabel had a guard fetch the emergency key and entered the princess's chambers.
"Princess? Are you in the bath?"
Watching Isabel glance around through the crack, Catherine muffled her giggles with both hands, finding the situation thrilling and amusing.
"Hee... Hahaha..."
Lucian stood behind Catherine in the darkness, gazing down at her fondly.
Though her body bore the fully matured curves of a woman, her actions—peeking through the crack while stifling giggles—and the pink-hued scenery of the room outside were unmistakably those of an innocent girl.
Perhaps natural for a princess raised with the kingdom's love.
That pure, guileless demeanor contrasted sharply with the sensual reactions she'd shown moments ago when their lips met.
It unbearably stoked Lucian's male instincts.
Simultaneously, the tense situation—with the maid just beyond the door—ignited a mischievous urge to tease her.
Silently, Lucian pressed close behind Catherine.
Then he reached out and firmly grasped her slender waist, left vulnerable as she leaned forward to peek.
"Ah...!"
At the same time, he ground his already throbbing erection against the plump curve of her bottom.
"Ngh...!"
A stifled moan escaped Catherine's lips.
Startled, she covered her mouth and turned her head.
"Count... What's poking me from behind...?"
Lucian's rough, heated breath brushed her ear as she trembled.
Catherine inhaled sharply at the unmistakable presence of that stone-hard, burning pillar against her rear.
The playful thrill of hiding from her maid vanished instantly, replaced by the reawakening of intense arousal centered in her lower belly.
Squirm—swish, swish.
As Lucian subtly rocked his hips, pressing insistently against her, Catherine's legs weakened.
"Nngh... Ah..."
Lucian pressed flush against the princess's back, burying his nose in her nape and hair.
The intoxicating, rich scent of lilies overwhelmed him.
'Haah... I'm losing it.'
Dizzy and intoxicated, he marveled at how sweet and fresh a pure maiden's scent could be—untainted by any impurity.
His senses—sight, hearing, and now smell—were utterly dominated.
The raging erection in his pants pulsed violently against her soft curves, as if ready to burst from the blissful scent and touch.
"Princess, just a moment."
In the cramped darkness of the dressing room, Lucian's low, thick voice tickled her ear.
His large hands gripped the lavish fabric of her dress and, without hesitation, hiked it up past her waist.
Before the cool air could touch her bare skin, his fingers hooked the edge of her lace panties and swiftly pulled them down to her thighs.
'Oh my, the Count took off my panties... What do I do?'
Catherine's heart pounded wildly, as if trying to break through her ribs.
"Princess~! ...Hmm, she's not here..."
Isabel's voice carried from outside. Her footsteps faded momentarily before she began snooping around the room.
"Did the Princess leave? Locking the door behind her..."
As Isabel muttered, Lucian pressed tightly against Catherine from behind.
He freed his fully erect length from his pants and began grinding it between her exposed thighs, now bare without her panties.
Squelch, squelch.
"Ngh... Uhn..."
'Ah... The Count is... between my thighs...'
Catherine, bent slightly forward with both hands gripping the door handle, flushed crimson.
The inner flesh of her thighs—never roughened by labor—was endlessly soft, like marshmallow.
Lucian's fiery, veined shaft slid between that pillowy warmth with each thrust.
The contrast of his rough, rigid heat against her delicate softness was enough to numb Catherine's reason.
Squelch, squelch.
"Eeek!"
When his cock shifted upward, grinding directly against her damp slit, Catherine let out a short, sharp cry before she could stop herself.
Her pristine, petite petals—never breached by anything but Lucian's tongue—parted slightly as his hot tip brushed against them.
Squelch, squelch. Squelch.
"Nngh, ah, ah—"
Catherine gripped the handle tightly as electric pleasure shot up her spine.
Each time that terrifyingly large, rigid symbol of masculinity pressed and rubbed against her most vulnerable flesh, her tight crevice gushed with transparent, sweet arousal, thoroughly drenching Lucian's shaft.
Squelch, squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Ah, ngh, ah, ah—"
"Princess, keep your voice down."
Lucian whispered as Catherine failed to stifle her moans.
Amid overwhelming sensation, their emotions boiled at matching intensity—yet starkly different.
Lucian was consumed by delirious conquest. The princess's warmth against his rough length was miraculously soft and hot.
Her innocent lewdness—dripping honey-like juices at the slightest friction—drove him mad.
Defiling the kingdom's noblest woman, deceiving her maid just beyond the door, pushed his male dominance and sadism to their limits.
Meanwhile, Catherine melted. Nervousness, shame, and the violent pleasure trampling them both.
Though her mind trembled at the thought of being caught, her body honestly arched back, craving deeper friction from that thick, overwhelming stimulation.
Her girlish self had already crumbled, leaving only a gasping female craving male heat.