Chapter 128. Princess Catherine's First Experience (1)
"Huh?"
Catherine's eyes widened as she let out a startled breath. Disbelieving, she cautiously reached out and took a step forward into empty space.
Then, from within the seemingly transparent air, an icy, unyielding wall of magical energy abruptly stopped her delicate fingertips.
Just to be sure, she flattened her palm and pushed with all her might, but the invisible barrier—like a pane of glass—didn't budge an inch.
Outside the door, she could see Isabel sitting at the desk chair, sighing so clearly it was as if she could reach out and touch her. Yet it was only now that Catherine truly realized Isabel couldn't see her at all.
Slowly, Catherine turned around. Along with relief came the realization that the terror and shame she had felt until now had all been part of the Count's cruel game, played out within the palm of his hand.
"Count! This is too much!"
Catherine's lips trembled before tears of frustration and anger finally spilled over, dripping down her cheeks.
The humiliation of having her lower half ravaged just moments ago—too terrified to even breathe properly, fearing discovery by her maid—exploded all at once.
"Waaah! Sniff... sob!"
Any pretense of noble dignity or royal grace was gone. Catherine crumpled to the floor, crying like a lost child who had finally found her parents.
In that instant, Lucian felt a chill run down his spine, snapping him to his senses.
'Ah... I pushed too hard.'
He had grown too accustomed to handling women roughly, the same way he treated his maids.
But the woman weeping before him—though her body was mature—was still an untouched maiden in heart, a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse.
He had made the tender princess, who used to cling to his knees and cry when she fell as a child, weep because of his excessive lust and perverse cruelty.
Overcome with guilt, Lucian approached and pulled Catherine tightly into his broad chest.
Then, with the utmost care and tenderness, he stroked her trembling back and tangled black hair—just as he had when comforting her as a child.
"Princess, I'm sorry. I made a terrible mistake..."
His warm embrace and the soft voice murmuring in her ear only made Catherine feel more aggrieved. She buried her face against his chest, sniffling.
"Sniff... I-I hate you, Count! How could you do this to me? I thought my heart would burst from fear of being caught... Hic."
"The feeling of your body against mine was so intoxicating that I... I must have lost my senses. I should have told you about this magic beforehand. I was an animal. I'm truly sorry."
"Hic... sob..."
Though Catherine's sobs gradually subsided at Lucian's sincere apology, she still clung to him, whimpering.
Lucian deeply regretted his actions. He should have given this noblewoman—who idolized and adored him—nothing but pure love and pleasure, not fear.
"Princess, shh. I just adore our beautiful princess too much, that's all. I got too excited. I promise I won't do anything you dislike from now on."
Lucian whispered these words softly against her ear.
"Sniff... R-really? You promise?"
Catherine lifted her tear-streaked face, pouting as she spoke.
"Yes, of course. I promise."
Lucian smiled faintly and held out his pinky. After hesitating for a moment, Catherine's pout twitched before she finally hooked her small, pale pinky around his. The childish gesture of pressing their thumbs together to seal the promise somehow broke down the wall between them.
"Princess, from now on, I'll only make you feel good."
At Lucian's tender vow, Catherine blushed crimson and whispered in a tiny voice.
"Sniff... Actually, earlier... it did feel good. I was just scared Isabel would find out..."
Her honest—and lewd—confession made Lucian smile brightly, unbearably charmed.
Now fully calmed, Catherine even squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together as she recalled the electrifying friction from before.
Still holding the princess to his chest, Lucian gently lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her.
At first, it was just light pecks—mwah, mwah, mwah—planting brief, affectionate kisses on her tear-stained cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. Catherine relaxed, eyelids fluttering shut as she accepted his lips.
As the mood deepened, Lucian nipped lightly at her lower lip, parting them to slide his hot tongue inside.
"Mmph..."
"Princess, stick out your tongue. As far as you can."
Obedient to his hushed request, Catherine opened her mouth.
"Aah—"
With her face still a mess of tears and snot, she stuck out her red tongue toward him—a defenseless, erotic sight that stirred his sadistic urges.
Lucian gently wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb before bringing his mouth to her outstretched tongue, sucking on it greedily as if savoring sweet jelly.
Schlurp... Slurp... Sssuck.
The wet sounds of him lapping at and devouring Catherine's tongue filled the transparent barrier.
As he relished the taste of her sweet saliva and the texture of her tongue, Lucian used his free hand to fully push down the top of her dress past her waist.
Her corset and bra were already undone or torn off in their earlier frenzy.
Catherine's pale, pert breasts fit perfectly into Lucian's large, rough hands.
"Nngh... mm..."
When he cupped the soft mounds and rolled her sensitive nipples between his thumbs, sweet moans spilled from Catherine's lips.
After focusing for a while on deep kisses and fondling her chest, the chilling fear that had gripped Catherine's body began to melt away, replaced by stifling heat. Her heartbeat pounded so violently against Lucian's chest that he could feel every throb.
"Haah..."
When they finally broke apart for air, Catherine's face—still streaked with tears—was flushed a deep red, like a perfectly ripened peach.
"Princess, one moment."
Lucian glanced around. He couldn't lay the noble princess's bare skin on this hard, cold dressing room floor.
Fortunately, piled in a corner inside the transparent barrier were winter coats. He pulled out the thickest, plushest-looking one—made of premium wool—and spread it across the floor to create a makeshift bed.
"Princess, I'm going to remove the rest of your clothes now."
"Ah..."
Though Catherine ducked her head shyly, she obediently yielded to his touch, now fully trusting him.
Lucian peeled away the heavy dress and petticoats from her waist, layering them softly atop the wool coat. Then he removed her panties as well.
Once Catherine was completely naked, Lucian swiftly stripped off his own shirt and pants.
Beyond the open dressing room door, the bright pink lighting of the princess's lavish bedroom filtered through the transparent barrier, spilling over Catherine's bare body.
Bathed in that light, the princess's snow-white skin glowed like the finest pearl or white jade, shimmering with its own radiance.
Embarrassed by the dazzling brightness and Lucian's blatant stare—as if he wanted to devour her—Catherine quickly covered her chest and intimate area with both hands while lying on the plush makeshift bed.
"Don't hide, Catherine."
Lucian murmured in a low, thick voice as he approached, gently grasping her wrists and pinning them to either side of the bed.
Now unobstructed, the flawless nude body of the woman hailed as Eldonia Kingdom's greatest beauty was fully displayed before Lucian. Like a starving beast—yet also like an aesthete admiring art—he began studying every inch of her.
First, his gaze was drawn to her slender, elegant neckline and deeply carved collarbones. Her thin skin trembled faintly from tension, so translucent that the faint blue veins beneath were visible.
Below that lay breasts that could only be described as divine masterpieces. Not overly large but perfectly rounded to fill a hand, they remained pert and buoyant even as she lay down, defying gravity. At the center of those dazzling white mounds
were pristine, pale pink areolas, untainted by any discoloration, with nipples that protruded like newly bloomed cherry blossoms. Hardened from his earlier attentions, they begged to be rolled beneath his tongue.
His gaze slid over smooth ribs to a narrow waist devoid of any excess flesh. Thin enough to be encircled by one hand, it flared dramatically into the lush, feminine curves of her hips, creating a perfect silhouette.
And finally, Lucian's heated stare settled on the most secret sanctuary between her thighs.
True to her noble upbringing, the area was neatly groomed, with only the faintest, softest down shyly covering her mound. Below, her plump pussy lips were tightly closed, the inner labia peeking through the parted outer folds in an immaculate shade of crimson.
Perhaps due to the intense friction and tension from earlier—or the strange mix of relief and excitement now—translucent, sweet nectar seeped from the virgin entrance that had never known a man's touch, slicking the pink mucosa with sticky wetness. Like a flower bud glistening with morning dew, it was both ethereal and obscene.
The thighs framing that delicate flower were as white and soft as rice cakes, trembling faintly with her knees slightly raised in tension.
"Haah... Catherine... From head to toe, you're unbearably beautiful."
At Lucian's awed praise, Catherine's entire body flushed pink with rising heat.
Though she turned her head shyly, every nerve in her body was alight, waiting for the scorching warmth of Lucian's approaching touch.