Chapter 139. The Melting of Rimeyer (2)
Lucian was already teetering on the edge of excitement.
With his cock glistening wet and bouncing up and down, he thrust it toward Rimeyer's pale face submerged just beneath the water's surface.
"Hihk...!"
As the monstrous heat drew dangerously close to her nose, a startled Rimeyer instinctively threw up her palm, pressing firmly against Lucian's damp thigh to stop him.
"St-stay still! Don't come any closer... I-I'll... finish you off...!"
Her voice trembled faintly, devoid of its usual commanding presence.
Yet she didn't flee. After pushing his thigh away, she reached out with her free hand, grabbing his twitching cock mid-air and began stroking it vigorously.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The moment it left the water, the friction grew even more obscene and shameless.
"Haa... Nngh... Rimeyer... You're surprisingly good for a first-timer. This feels... incredible."
Lucian gazed down at the Knight Commander ravaging his lower half and let out a lewd compliment.
"Hmph..."
Rimeyer's face burned with humiliation as she snorted, making an indescribable sound through her nose.
Yet, strangely emboldened by his praise, she pulled her other hand from the water and gripped the thick shaft firmly with both hands.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick!
"Ghhh—!"
The perfect stimulation of her crossed hands.
The sticky pre-cum dripping from Lucian's swollen tip mixed with the hot spring water coating Rimeyer's palms, creating a slick, lewd sound that echoed erotically through the misty forest.
Squelch, schlick! Squelch, schlick! Schlick!
Lucian threw his head back.
The cool night air chilled his exposed torso, but his lower half, trapped in Rimeyer's grasp, burned hotter than boiling water. The extreme contrast only sharpened his pleasure.
'How long... am I supposed to keep doing this?'
Rimeyer began to doubt.
Though she pumped his cock with all her might, the monstrous thing throbbing in her hands showed no signs of release.
The moment she loosened her grip or paused even briefly, it would twitch violently, as if demanding, "Faster! Harder!"
Cowed by its beastly energy, Rimeyer couldn't even bring herself to look directly at the grotesque pillar. She turned her face away, relying solely on touch as she desperately worked her hands.
Squeeze—! Schlick! Squeeze—! Schlick!
"Nghh!! Kkh... R-Rimeyer... Too rough. If you squeeze and jerk it that hard... it hurts!"
Lucian finally broke, letting out a pained moan.
Rimeyer flinched and loosened her grip slightly. Having spent her life gripping only sword hilts, she only now fully realized that what she held wasn't cold steel—but living, sensitive flesh.
"S-sorry..."
Her voice shrank to a whisper as she apologized, her reddened ears betraying her embarrassment.
"Haa... haa..."
Lucian panted heavily as he looked down.
His gaze lingered on the back of Rimeyer's turned head.
Her silver hair, usually tied up neatly, had loosened in the steam and sweat, stray strands clinging to her delicate nape.
Under the moonlight, that pale, slender neckline was breathtakingly smooth and tragically beautiful.
'Ah...'
At that moment, something in Lucian's mind snapped.
Until now, she had only ever been a comrade-in-arms—a Knight Commander he respected, an unassailable wall of ice. Someone too much like himself to ever desire.
But now, right before him, this woman—flushed, trembling with shame, gripping his cock in both hands.
The sight of her damp hair and that vulnerable white neck unleashed a primal urge within him, a tidal wave of male conquest.
'I want to bite that nape right now.'
A terrifying impulse to force her down into the water, spread those pale legs, and mount her like a beast.
Lucian's crimson eyes gleamed like a wolf spotting prey.
This was the fateful moment when Rimeyer, the Silver Holy Knight, ceased to be anything but a woman in his eyes—no, a female he wanted to dominate and violate.
Splash, slosh!
Amid the lewd, sticky sounds, someone disturbed the water.
"My, my, we have company~"
A languid, sultry voice. Archmage Violetta.
At her voice, Rimeyer and Lucian jolted in alarm.
The superhuman reflexes of the kingdom's strongest warriors shone in this moment. Without a sound, Lucian inhaled sharply and sank his massive frame beneath the water.
Simultaneously, Rimeyer twisted her body underwater, pressing her back against a wide rock and pulling her knees to her chest—a defensive posture perfectly concealing both her front and Lucian's presence.
"It's Rimeyer."
She forced her trembling breath under control, answering in her usual cool tone.
"Oh? Melting your ice all alone?"
Through the thick steam, Violetta's voluptuous silhouette approached. Rimeyer's heart plummeted as she hastily raised a hand to stop her.
"Don't come closer. I'm... embarrassed."
"What? It's just us girls. Oh~ Could it be you're ashamed of being smaller than me? Hohoho."
"Hmph!"
Rimeyer scoffed indignantly, and Violetta, chuckling, settled onto a rock on the opposite side instead.
A brief exchange of pointed banter passed between them.
But beneath the water's surface, the situation was anything but lighthearted.
In the warm spring's depths.
Lucian, holding his breath, slowly opened his eyes.
Though his vision blurred from the rippling water and steam, an astonishingly vivid sight unfolded before him.
"....!!"
Rimeyer's lower half—leaning against the rock, knees slightly parted.
Between her snow-white thighs, glistening pink under the water, was the unmistakable, exposed virgin pussy she had kept hidden beneath armor all her life.
That sacred, secret valley.
Silver pubic hair swayed like dancing waves, and between them, the plump, tightly closed labia majora seized Lucian's gaze with their porcelain purity.
Faced with such radiance, his reason shattered completely.
Like a carp breaching the surface, he pushed his face forward underwater, aiming straight for Rimeyer's sex.
His lips, carrying his scorching breath, parted the water and met her pussy.
He unfurled his thick tongue, pressing firmly upward against her sealed labia.
Sluuurp.
"Hihk...!"
Rimeyer's shoulders jerked violently.
The sudden underwater assault. After prying open her outer lips, Lucian found the delicate, thin folds of her labia minora hidden within.
As if lavishing a lover's mouth with deep kisses, he traced every crevice with his tongue, nibbling and sucking tenderly.
Though the water muffled the sounds, the sensations were electrifyingly vivid.
The warm spring's pressure amplified his tongue's movements, ruthlessly violating her most sensitive flesh.
"What? See a bug or something?"
Violetta giggled at Rimeyer's startled reaction.
"The kingdom's strongest swordswoman, startled by something so trivial. Hohoho!"
"Or is it because Lucian's next? Or should I say second?"
Violetta's teasing continued mercilessly.
Rimeyer felt like she might lose her mind from the perverse sensations surging underwater, but she clenched her teeth and forced out a composed reply.
"Hmph... That was long ago. Nngh... If we dueled now... I might win."
Even as she retorted, her hands fought desperately underwater to shove Lucian's head away.
But the Count's thick neck didn't budge an inch.
Not only did he possess strength befitting the continent's strongest swordsman, but his lung capacity far surpassed any normal human's. Moreover, the excess mana boiling inside him allowed him to endure underwater far longer without air.
He showed no intention of surfacing anytime soon.
Lucian's tongue ventured past her inner lips, heading for an even deadlier target.
The tiny, bean-sized clitoris hidden above.
With the pointed tip of his tongue, he
flicked
the sensitive nub. Then, flattening his tongue, he covered it entirely and began rubbing it side to side rapidly.
"Ghhh—!!"
Zap!
A bolt of lightning-like pleasure shot through her lower belly, striking her brain.
Rimeyer could no longer hold back—she clapped a hand over her mouth, desperately stifling the moan threatening to escape.