Chapter 129. Princess Catherine's First Experience (2)
"Hiiing..."
Catherine shrank back, hurriedly covering her bare chest and most intimate parts with both hands as Lucian's scorching gaze traced every inch of her naked body. It was as if she couldn't bear the intensity of his stare.
Lucian smirked at her adorable reaction.
'We've already explored each other's most private places in the 69 position on the boat in the lake, yet she's still shy about showing her naked body?'
That very contradiction only stoked his masculine instincts and desire for conquest even further.
"Your legs are so beautiful, Princess. Like sculptures carved from the finest marble."
Slowly lowering his head, Lucian pressed his lips against her thigh, still draped over the woolen coat.
"Huuuu..."
A soft, whimpering moan escaped Catherine's lips. Lucian's tongue glided in broad strokes along the tender, milky-white flesh of her inner thigh.
As a princess, she had never engaged in anything more strenuous than walking—her legs were untouched by even the faintest trace of muscle, only soft, supple curves that melted under his touch.
His wet tongue teased the delicate roundness of her knee before delving into the sensitive hollow behind it, making her toes curl instantly.
Lucian lifted one of her slender legs onto his shoulder, then dragged his tongue slowly up her calf—licking as if savoring ice cream.
Her calf, pliant and smooth like marshmallow, yielded to his lips without resistance.
Slurp, suck, smack—
"Ehehehe, uuuhn! C-Count, ahah, it tickles...!"
Catherine writhed helplessly under the unfamiliar, sticky sensation along her legs, her body twisting uncontrollably.
With her legs spread, her arousal dripped shamelessly onto her dress, but she was far too overwhelmed to care.
Lucian's lips trailed lower, reaching her delicate, doll-like ankle—so slender it could fit snugly in his palm.
He traced the faint blue veins beneath her translucent skin with his tongue before gently placing her foot atop his broad hand.
"Hnn..."
Even her feet were a work of perfection.
Her heels were soft as a baby's, untouched by calluses, her toes aligned like pearls, and her nails trimmed neatly with a faint pink hue.
Though he had admired the aristocratic elegance of Lady Blanc's feet before, Catherine's were even more delicate, tender, and petite.
When Lucian's tongue slipped between her toes, teasing the sensitive gaps, Catherine jolted and tried to sit up in protest.
"N-No, Count! That's—that's where I walk! It's dirty!"
She tried to pull her foot back, but Lucian merely smirked and flicked his fingers lightly.
[Clean.]
"Ah!"
With a soft gasp, the faint sweat and stickiness clinging to her body evaporated instantly. She felt as fresh as if she had just stepped out of a bath.
Lucian pressed his lips to her sole again, whispering playfully.
"Now it's perfectly clean. Every inch of you. Though, to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. I wanted to taste you raw—just as you are, with your natural scent still clinging to you."
"W-What nonsense..."
Catherine turned her flushed face away, feigning annoyance.
Amused, Lucian chuckled low before dragging his tongue slowly along the arch of her foot.
"Hyaaah! Aahn! Haaaah!"
The concentrated sensation against the sensitive nerves of her sole sent Catherine arching violently, pleasure shooting straight from her toes to her spine and exploding in her brain.
Lucian pulled back slightly, shifting his attention to her perfectly aligned toes.
Starting with the smallest, he took one delicate digit into his mouth, sucking gently as if dissolving a piece of candy.
Slurp... schlick.
"Ahh...! C-Count...!"
Catherine shuddered as the heat and wetness of his mouth enveloped her toes. Unfazed, Lucian traced the tender flesh between them with slow, deliberate licks.
Lap, slurp, suck.
With each toe violated by his rough tongue and lips, faint veins rose along the top of her foot, her toes curling helplessly inside his mouth from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Haaah... ah, ngh! My toes... it feels too weird...!"
She squirmed, trying to pull away, but Lucian tightened his grip on her ankle, denying her escape.
Then, he took her round, pretty big toe deep into his mouth and sucked hard—creating a vacuum that hollowed his cheeks.
Schluuuurp—! Slurp! Schlick!
"Aaaah! Count, please...! Why are you sucking there so—nngh!"
The intense stimulation of her nerve endings sent electric jolts up her spine, forcing tears to well in her eyes as her back trembled violently.
All fear of being caught by her maids, all shame of being exposed—everything vanished without a trace.
Catherine's body and mind were now fully open, ready to accept him completely.
Lucian gently spread her legs wider, intending to lavish attention on her dripping core—
But then he paused.
"Princess, there's one place I haven't checked yet."
"Huh?"
The moment Catherine peeked at him through her fingers, he abruptly flipped her onto her stomach.
"Eek?!"
Her cheek pressed into the dress beneath her as she shuddered in surprise. Lucian gripped her hips, lifting her rear slightly.
"Count..."
Her back arched, presenting the plump, milky curves of her buttocks—so flawless they seemed sculpted from the finest cream. They looked soft enough to melt in his hands, the smooth, unblemished skin flowing seamlessly into her slender thighs and delicate ankles.
The untouched, bare backside of a virgin.
Lucian swallowed hard before carefully spreading her cheeks apart with both hands.
Squelch—
The deep valley between them parted, revealing the most forbidden place—one that had never been seen by another soul.
A tiny, peach-colored rosebud, free of any blemish, its delicate folds tightly closed like a flower yet to bloom.
"Huu... sob..."
Catherine burned with shame, her entire body stiffening like a frightened rabbit. The thought of exposing her most private, unmentionable place to the man she loved most paralyzed her with humiliation.
Just as she trembled like a leaf, she felt Lucian's hot breath against her skin—his face now hovering dangerously close.
"Eek!"
She flinched as his exhale brushed against her most intimate crevice.
"Don't worry. It's perfectly clean inside and out."
"But... that's not... for that..."
Catherine whimpered in protest, but Lucian held her hips firmly in place, whispering reassuringly.
"You just don't know yet, Princess. This place can feel just as good as the front. Trust me."
Before she could react, his hot, wet tongue dragged slowly over her tightly clenched entrance.
Lick—!
"Ahhh—! Nngh!"
The utterly foreign, overwhelming sensation made Catherine's back arch violently.
Lucian flattened his tongue, licking in broad, sticky strokes along her pink folds. Each rough pass sent electric shocks up her spine, striking her brain like lightning.
Slurp, schlick.
"Ah! Nngh...! C-Count...! T-That's... haaah!"
Then, he pursed his lips and sucked—hard.
Schluuuurp—! Schlick!
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