Chapter 130. Princess Catherine's First Experience (3)
"Hyaaahng! Aaah! No, this is strange! Doing that... nghh!"
The countless nerve endings around her anus were mercilessly ravaged by Lucian's lips and tongue.
As his tongue meticulously traced every crevice, the overwhelming shame she felt had already transformed into explosive pleasure, boiling through her mind.
Lick, lick, slurp, suck.
"Ahh, nghh, ugh, aaah..."
Lucian pressed the tip of his tongue against the slick entrance of her anus, now glistening with saliva. Then, with deliberate precision, he forced his tongue through the tightly clenched ring of muscle.
Squelch—!
"Hiiiieek—!! A-Aah! Your tongue... your tongue is inside! Ngaaah!"
Catherine buried her face into her dress and let out an animalistic cry. His tongue, slithering like a snake into the warm, tight passage of her rectum, began swirling relentlessly against her most sensitive spots.
Schlurp! Slurp! Sllt!
"Haaah! Haaaah! M-More... nghh!"
Unaware of the words spilling from her lips, Catherine instinctively arched her hips back, pressing her hole deeper into Lucian's mouth.
At her front, transparent arousal dripped uncontrollably from her virgin pussy, thoroughly soaking the inside of her thighs.
Slurp! Slurp! Schluuup!
"Haaah! Nghh...! Ugh! A-Aah!"
The thought of violating the most sacred place of Eldonia's noble princess with his tongue made Lucian's cock throb violently, pre-cum oozing in thick strands as he groaned in satisfaction.
Then—
Catherine's anus, burning with pleasure, instinctively clenched down with terrifying force.
As if determined to sever the intruder, the tight muscles squeezed around Lucian's tongue, refusing to let go.
"Ngh...!"
Trapped inside that impossibly tight ring, Lucian could no longer move his tongue. If this continued, it might even tear off.
Experienced women sometimes clenched down like this, refusing to release a tongue or cock once they had it trapped. There was no doubt—Catherine's backdoor was a meiki, exquisitely sensitive and skilled at gripping.
He had no choice but to surrender.
SMACK—!
Lucian raised a hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to Catherine's taut, pale buttocks.
"Ahhk!"
The sudden pain jolted her, making her ass tremble violently before finally relaxing. His tongue slipped free with a wet pop.
"Haaah..."
Lucian exhaled heavily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A vivid red handprint now adorned her plump cheeks, creating a lewd contrast against her milky skin.
"Haaah... How was that, Princess? Did it feel good?"
"Hiiing... I-I don't know!"
As if forgetting how she had just been shaking her hips and screaming, Catherine covered her face with both hands, feigning ignorance.
"Princess, you're exceptionally sensitive back there. With a little more training, you'll become a true meiki."
"Aahh, what's that?! I don't know! I don't want to hear such things...!"
Catherine couldn't gather her thoughts—torn between the shame of having her most filthy place worshipped by the man she loved and the unfamiliar, electric pleasure surging through her.
Lucian smirked before flipping her onto her back.
Hup.
"Nghh..."
This time, he spread her legs over his shoulders, lifting her hips until her dripping sex was right before his mouth.
Catherine's upper body lay flat against the floor while her lower half was hoisted into the air.
Lucian dragged his tongue slowly up the smooth path between her freshly ravaged anus and her glistening pussy—her perineum.
Sschliiick— Lick.
"Aahhn...!"
Then, moving past her now spotless anus (thanks to a quick Clean Magic), he pressed his lips against her soaked, trembling folds.
Schlup, slup, slup.
"Ah! Aah, Count... Aaah...!"
Lucian flattened his tongue and licked upward in one swift motion, parting her plump labia majora.
Lick! Schluuurp!
Already inflamed from the anal play, Catherine's pussy gushed the moment his tongue touched her.
Lucian gently sucked her pink labia minora between his lips before flicking his tongue rapidly against her swollen clitoris.
Flick! Flick-flick! Slurp! Slurp!
"Hyaaahng! Ah! There! It's too much! Aaah! Count!"
Catherine's cries filled the dressing room like cannon fire.
Lucian swallowed every drop of her honey-like arousal before curling his tongue and thrusting it into her tight virgin entrance.
Squelch, squelch, schluuup.
"Aaaah! ...Nghhh... Too much... uuugh...!"
The walls of shame had completely crumbled. Between the electric pleasure from behind and the overwhelming stimulation in front, Catherine's body and mind had fully surrendered to Lucian.
She arched her hips wantonly, offering herself completely as his tongue ravaged her petals without restraint.
"AAAAAH!!!"
Splurt! Splurt-splurt! SPLASH!
Catherine's last thread of sanity snapped under Lucian's relentless tongue and the suction of his lips around her throbbing clit.
A tidal wave of pleasure—unlike anything she had ever known—erupted from her core, sending a fountain of clear fluid gushing over Lucian's face before he could even react.
The luxurious silk dress and plush wool coat beneath her were now thoroughly drenched, darkened by her abundant release.
Trembling uncontrollably, Catherine couldn't even close her legs. She covered her flushed face with both hands and sobbed.
"Hiiing... I-I think I... peed myself. Sniff..."
The overwhelming pleasure had blurred the lines between ecstasy and bodily functions for the innocent princess.
Lucian licked the sticky nectar from his lips and sat up. Gently, he wiped the tears from her eyes and soothed her.
"You didn't pee, Princess. This is just what happens when a woman feels really good. It's proof that you're healthy and beautiful, so don't worry."
Whispering reassuringly, he lowered her legs from his shoulders and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
"Mmph..."
For a moment, Catherine hesitated—those were the same lips that had just been buried between her thighs. But she didn't push him away.
No, she couldn't. No matter the circumstances, no matter the scent, she could never refuse the lips of the man who loved her.
If anything, the musky mix of her own arousal and Lucian's masculine scent only stoked the flames inside her hotter.
Parting her lips shyly, she sucked his probing tongue into her mouth. Their saliva mingled thickly as the kiss deepened, slow and intoxicating.
When their lips finally parted, the air inside the hidden dressing room barrier was thick with tension and heat.
Now, the real preparation was complete.
"Princess... May I take your first time now?"
Lucian stroked Catherine's cheek as he asked—not with the hunger of a beast about to claim its prey, but with the gentle reverence of a knight requesting a dance at a grand ball.
"Yes, Count. I've been ready for so long... Please, take my first time..."
Catherine gazed up at him through damp lashes, her long black hair splayed in disarray, her eyes filled with love and shy anticipation.
With her permission granted, Lucian could hold back no longer. He aligned his throbbing, vein-lined cock against her dripping entrance.
"Hnngh..."
A low, rough groan escaped him.
The thick, burning head of his cock parted her slick folds, pressing against her delicate inner flesh. Catherine took a deep, shuddering breath.
'Ah... At last... The Count is finally entering me.'
Her heart pounded wildly—not with fear, but with breathless excitement.
Eager to feel him inside her completely, Catherine wrapped her arms around Lucian's broad back and pulled him closer.
But Lucian hesitated.
Normally, taking a virgin was best done in one swift thrust—prolonging the agony only made it worse.
Yet he had promised Catherine he would not hurt her.
How was he supposed to push this monstrous thing inside her without pain?
Going slowly might lessen the intensity, but it would only drag out the excruciating sensation of flesh tearing.
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