Chapter 133. Princess Catherine's First Experience (6)
Lucian sat up and turned Catherine onto her back. The second round was about to begin.
[Doggystyle]
"Ahh! From behind... it's... Nngh!"
Her pale buttocks rose high as he pushed aside the slippery dress, leaving her sprawled over the woolen coat. Lucian aligned his cock with her slick entrance, now glistening with a mix of virgin blood and semen, then drove into her with animalistic thrusts.
Thud! Thud! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ahhk! Count! It's—it's too deep! Ngh! Ngh!"
With each powerful thrust from behind, Catherine's breasts pressed against the coat, swaying helplessly. Lucian gripped her waist tightly, leaving a trail of red kiss marks along her spine.
[Side Position]
After his rough onslaught, Lucian rolled Catherine onto her side and pressed close against her back. He lifted one of her legs over his hip and resumed his relentless pistoning—now smoother, stickier.
Swish... Thud... Thud... Thud.
"Hnngh... Count... Your back against me feels so warm... Ah! There... Nngh!"
Lucian's hand slid up to her chest, teasing her stiffened nipples. The slow, grinding thrusts made Catherine writhe, her body twisting deeper into pleasure.
[Seated Facing]
"Come here, Princess."
Lucian sat cross-legged, and Catherine climbed onto his lap, facing him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, gravity sinking his cock deep into her cervix.
"Aah... hah... It's so... full..."
He pulled her close, his tongue plunging into her mouth. As their tongues tangled wetly, Catherine instinctively began rocking her hips, riding him in desperate little bounces.
Slap! Slap!
"Good... Catherine, you're doing so well."
Unlike her initial pain, she seemed to have a natural talent for this. Watching the virgin princess learn the pleasures of sex so quickly, Lucian couldn't help but think—though he knew he shouldn't—that he wanted to take her like this more often.
[Missionary Variation]
As the heat between them intensified, Lucian laid her back down and lifted her legs high over his shoulders. The most exposed, most penetrating position.
Schlllp—!!
"AAAAH! Too deep! Ah! Aaah!"
With every brutal snap of his hips, Catherine's feet trembled in the air.
Thwack!! Thwack!! Thwack!! Thwack!!
The merciless slapping of flesh echoed through the room. Tears streamed down Catherine's face as she clutched Lucian's arms.
[Folded Position]
"Let's finish this properly."
Lucian pressed her legs down completely against her chest, folding her body in half. Her flushed, dripping pussy was now fully exposed before him.
"No! It's too embarrassing... Ah! Aaah!"
The extreme pressure made her inner walls feel like they would burst, clamping down on his shaft.
"Hah... hah... Princess... I'm close...!"
Lucian's breathing turned feral, his thrusts leaving afterimages. Catherine, too, was on the edge, biting her lip and arching like a bow, ready for the second explosion.
Then—
"Once you're done cleaning the room, tidy up the dressing room too. Her Highness left her clothes strewn about again."
It was the voice of Isabel, the head maid. She was still waiting outside Catherine's chambers.
'Dressing room cleaning?'
His pleasure-addled brain nearly missed the chilling words.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahhk! Aaah! Ngh! Ahh!"
Catherine, oblivious to the outside world, continued moaning. Despite the tension creeping up his spine, Lucian kept thrusting on instinct.
The rising pressure in his groin faltered momentarily at the interruption—only to surge back hotter, fueled by the thrill of near-discovery.
"Now, let's get this straightened up..."
The maid's footsteps entered the dressing room.
Thud!
"Ow! What the—?"
She stumbled back after bumping into Lucian's invisible barrier.
The dull impact startled Catherine, who jerked her head up—just as her eyes met the maid's, blindly groping at the empty air.
"KYAAAAH!"
Catherine screamed.
Lucian knew it was too late to stop now. If he pulled out, this pent-up desire would have no release. A male stubbornness took over—finish first, deal with the fallout later.
Squelch!! Squelch!! Squelch!! Squelch!!
"Ahh! Hnngh! C-Count! Behind us! We're—we're caught! What do we— Ahhhngh!"
Catherine wailed in panic, but Lucian only fucked her harder, trying to soothe her.
No—he needed more intensity to push himself back to the edge after the momentary scare.
"Ahhht!"
Lucian gripped Catherine's hips and lifted her clean off the floor, still impaled on him. Standing now, he pistoned into her suspended body with ruthless force.
Thwack!! Thwack!! Splorch! Splorch! Splorch!
Her folded legs dangled helplessly as his thrusts hammered her downward with brutal weight.
"Ahhk! Aaah! C-Count, s-stop! Please stop!"
Catherine clung to his neck, begging, but Lucian couldn't stop—not when he was this close.
Her pale legs swayed limply with each upward drive.
The maid returned with Isabel in tow.
"Isabel, look! Right here!"
Thud, thud.
She knocked on the invisible barrier. Isabel frowned, reaching out to touch the cold, unseen wall dividing the dressing room.
At that moment, Catherine's eyes locked with Isabel's. Even if the barrier hid them, Catherine felt the head maid's gaze piercing through—staring right at her naked, beast-mounted disgrace.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahhnngh! Count! S-stop!! Isabel is watching!"
"Your Highness? Are you in there?"
"Eeek!"
Isabel's voice, groping at the barrier, sent chills down Catherine's spine. Tears spilled anew from her shame-widened eyes.
Her own lady-in-waiting was right there, hands pressed against the invisible wall—while she lay impaled, gasping around a man's monstrous cock.
"Fetch the guards at once! Her Highness might be trapped!"
At Isabel's frantic order, the maid sprinted away.
"Ah! Count! What do we— Ngh! They'll see us! Please let me go... Hngh!"
"Princess... almost there... I'm going to cum."
Ignoring her pleas, Lucian spread her legs wider, gripping her ass as he slammed her down onto his cock.
Splat! Splat! Schluck! Schluck! Schluck!
"Ghk! Ngh! Ahhk! Ah! AAAAAH!"
Each brutal impact of his hips against her ass sent electric jolts through her cervix.
'Hngh... The Count is so composed... Maybe he has a plan...?'
In her terror and pleasure, Catherine's rationality melted. His unrelenting confidence made her desperately
want
to believe he could salvage this nightmare.
That delusional hope twisted her fear into bizarre relief—which then melted into overwhelming pleasure, drowning her senses.
"Step aside!"
Armed guards arrived, pounding the barrier with fists and weapon hilts.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The chaotic noise outside merged grotesquely with the wet slaps of Lucian's thrusts. A mad spectacle—hidden behind an invisible wall, yet exposed to all.
His cock swelled to its limit, veins bulging. Catherine, too, clenched around him, her body tensing for the impending climax.
'Ahhk... They're watching me have sex!'
The delusion consumed her—that everyone could see her legs splayed around Lucian's waist, her virgin pussy stretched obscenely around his relentless cock.
At the peak of her shame and terror, the suppressed pleasure
detonated
. Humiliation was the most potent aphrodisiac.
Splorch!! Splorch!! Splorch!! Splorch!!
The weightless, merciless pounding continued.
"Ahh! Count! I—I'm feeling it again! It's coming! Ah! AAAAAH!!"
Her inner walls convulsed wildly, milking his shaft. The overwhelming tightness shattered Lucian's last shreds of control.
[Images of the scene follow]