Chapter 140. The Melted Rimeyer (3)
Underwater, Lucian gently nipped at Rimeyer's clitoris with his lips before sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner. She could feel her engorged clit swelling stiffly, filling with blood.
One of Rimeyer's hands, which had been trying to push Lucian's head away, gradually lost strength until it was unconsciously gripping his wet hair instead—an involuntary surrender to pleasure.
Schlurp, schlup, lick, slorp!
"Mmmph, nngh, hng... mmmnn...!"
Her pitiful moans were muffled against her own palm.
But Violetta, completely unaware that Rimeyer was falling apart, kept her eyes lightly closed as she hummed a tune.
"Ahhh... The water's so warm and nice. Told you one round wasn't enough. Feels like all my fatigue is melting away."
Now fully relaxed, Violetta leaned her head back against the rocks, thoroughly enjoying the hot spring.
"Aaahh—!"
When Lucian tried to spread Rimeyer's pussy open with both hands, she violently shook her hips in refusal.
His tongue, which had been tormenting her clit, now aimed for her most intimate place—the tightly clenched entrance of her virgin passage.
That soft yet rough, beastly tongue.
Lucian curled his tongue into a sharp point and forced it inside her narrow hole like a spear.
Schlllck—
His tongue pried apart the inner folds of her walls, ruthlessly ravaging her depths.
As her entrance stretched open from the intrusion, the scalding hot spring water rushed inside her dripping cunt.
Slosh, slorp, schlup, slurp, smack
"Hnngh, nngh, ahh, hhahh...!"
Between the sensation of that scorching tongue scraping her inner walls and the unfamiliar heat and pressure of the water flooding inside, Rimeyer couldn't think straight.
Underwater, Lucian's eyes flew open as he simultaneously tasted her sweet love juices mixing with the mineral-rich spring water. With his lips sealed tightly against her slit, he gulped down her essence in greedy swallows.
"Nnngh! Ngh! Ahh—!!"
Rimeyer was at her limit.
Between the tongue fucking her raw and the overwhelming pleasure threatening to burst from her core, one hand alone could no longer contain her screams.
In the end, she abandoned all attempts to push Lucian away, clamping both hands over her mouth as her entire body trembled like a leaf.
'Hahh! Aah! S-stop...! How long is he planning to stay underwater?!'
Tears welling in her eyes, she stared up at the sky.
Against the pitch-black darkness, dazzling starlight sprawled endlessly, and the Milky Way swayed elegantly like a silver veil cast aside by the goddess of night.
In this tranquil, beautiful hot spring, her lower half was being ravaged by a beast.
Lucian's lung capacity was monstrous.
As her body melted into a boneless mess, she prayed desperately inside:
Please don't let Violetta look this way.
And please let this mad beast run out of breath and surface soon.
But the predator beneath the water showed no signs of stopping his sloppy underwater feast, driving his tongue even deeper into her core.
"Whew, I dozed off for a sec. Two rounds in a row really melts you away. Can't handle more than that."
Violetta shook her head above the water's surface, wiping the drool from her mouth as she glanced around.
Her gaze landed on Rimeyer, who was curled up against the rocks with her back turned.
"Oh, you're still here. Then again, maybe if you stay underwater longer, those tiny tits of yours might finally swell up for once."
"......"
Normally, a frosty retort would've been immediate, but Rimeyer stayed silent. Both hands clamped over her mouth, she kept her head bowed.
Violetta found her lack of response odd, but dismissed it as 'probably thinking of a comeback.'
"Well, I'm heading out first."
Without hesitation, Violetta stepped out of the water.
With a snap of her fingers, she cast a [Clean] spell to dry herself off before gathering her discarded robe and clothes. Humming, she headed back to camp.
The moment her footsteps faded and silence returned to the hot spring—
"Hahh—! Lucian!!"
Rimeyer finally exhaled the breath she'd been holding, slamming Lucian's head away from between her thighs with all her strength.
Splaaash—!
"Pwah—!"
Lucian burst out of the water at last.
After holding his breath for so long—and reaching peak arousal from violating her tight, scorching depths with his tongue—his face was flushed crimson up to his forehead.
Gasping for air, his eyes still burned with lust.
"Hahh... Lucian! This is too much!"
Tears unshed, Rimeyer shouted at him.
Whether from shame, anger, or the lingering frenzy that had seized her lower half, her damp shoulders trembled violently.
"Hahh... hahh... Rimeyer, seeing your beautiful body underwater... I couldn't hold back..."
Classic Lucian.
With that husky, devastating voice, any woman would blush and forgive him—or even pull him closer.
A foolproof tactic.
SMACK!
But Rimeyer was different.
A sharp slap echoed through the quiet forest spring.
"Eh...?"
Lucian let out a dumbfounded noise without thinking.
His cheek stung. The slap had been hard enough to jerk his head sideways.
For a moment, a strange sense of déjà vu prickled at his mind. As if this had happened before.
In his entire life, this was only the second time a woman had slapped him.
The first had been his now-wife, Rachel.
Back when they were engaged, he had been unable to resist sucking on her pussy as she slept. Overcome with shame, she had slapped him that night.
"...Lucian."
"......"
Lucian cupped his cheek, speechless.
A heavy silence stretched between them. Though his cheek burned, his half-exposed cock remained undeterred, still throbbing obscenely.
"Ah... I'm sorry, Rimeyer. I pushed too far."
Lucian sighed, offering a genuine apology.
"This damn blood of mine... Once it boils over, I can't control it. When it takes over, I become nothing but a beast. My mistake."
"......"
Despite his sincerity, Rimeyer stayed silent, her cheeks flushed as she trembled.
Assuming she wanted nothing more to do with him, Lucian turned to leave the water, regret weighing on him.
"You said you'd die if you didn't cum, yet you're leaving to go die?"
"?"
Lucian paused mid-step.
"Just... come here. I'll take care of it."
When Lucian hesitantly approached, Rimeyer averted her eyes, lips pressed tight, before reaching out and gripping his massive cock firmly.
Then she began roughly jerking him up and down.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The Knight Commander's cold expression contrasted sharply with the lewd motions of her hand.
The slap had cooled his overheated brain, but now excitement slowly crept back in.
Yet no matter how mechanically Rimeyer stroked him, he couldn't reach the same explosive peak as before.
His body had already ridden one wave of extreme visual and tactile stimulation.
The arousal that had been driving him toward climax while licking her pussy had been abruptly severed by that slap.
Now, with no release, he was left painfully swollen.
Lucian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus solely on her touch.
"Does this... even work with just hands?"
After a while, Rimeyer asked irritably.
"Well... Once the excitement dies down like this... it takes stronger stimulation to get back..."
Lucian answered awkwardly. It wasn't an excuse—just male physiology.
"Sigh..."
Rimeyer exhaled deeply.
Since this monstrosity showed no signs of finishing no matter how much she jerked it, she had to make a decision. After hesitating, she finally spoke.
"Then... what if you touched my body?"
"Ah, of course that'd help!"
Lucian brightened instantly, answering without delay—his mind flashing to Kara's first handjob.
Naturally, he envisioned the ample, beautiful breasts before him. Kneading her snow-white flesh and teasing her nipples would surely push him over the edge quickly.
'The Royal Knight Commander's tits... Hell yeah.'
Just as Lucian reached out—
Sluuurp.
Rimeyer shifted in the water.
Instead of offering her chest, she leaned back against the rocks and spread her legs wide open beneath the surface.
"....?!"