Chapter 48. The Warrior's Throat
The Warrior's Throat
[Outside the Goblin Lair]
Lucian and his party returned to the site where they had been ambushed by the Kurkan soldiers and orcs. They found one usable carriage still intact and gathered the scattered warhorses, preparing for their journey back.
Just then, the bushes rustled, and Lucian's prized steed, Angus, emerged on its own. The moment the horse spotted Lucian, it whinnied excitedly and trotted over, nuzzling its head against him.
"Ah, Angus! You came looking for your master, didn't you? Truly, a noble steed is different."
As the soldiers marveled in admiration, Lucian smirked and stroked the horse's mane.
"Angus loves me. She's a mare, after all."
"..."
The soldiers—and Kara—were stunned into silence once again.
Inside the carriage on their way back.
Lucian had dissuaded Kara from riding on horseback as an escort and forcibly seated her inside the carriage instead.
"You must be exhausted from the battle with the goblins. Rest a little."
But it had been less of a battle and more of a slaughter, so Kara still had plenty of strength left.
Lucian tried to ease the awkward atmosphere with small talk.
"Ghk—!"
Suddenly, Lucian clutched his chest in pain. Having gone too long without properly embracing a woman, the symptoms of Mana Overload Syndrome began stabbing at his heart once more.
Sweating coldly and writhing in agony, he caught Kara's urgent gaze.
"My lord! Are you alright?"
"Kara... I'm sorry. Could you... lend me your hand again?"
As if she had expected this, Kara didn't refuse this time. After witnessing the staggering amount of semen he had spilled the last time in the tent—and how his complexion had immediately improved—she had no choice but to acknowledge that this was indeed a form of treatment.
With a hint of embarrassment, she lifted the hem of her tunic, exposing her pale breasts, then pulled down Lucian's trousers and took his soft cock in her hand.
Schlick, schlack, schlick, schlack.
By now, Kara seemed to have picked up some technique on her own. Though her movements were rough and unrefined, she adjusted the pressure and tempo skillfully.
Her hands, always gripping a sword, now held his shaft like a hilt and shook it vigorously.
One hand, then two—sometimes she pushed the foreskin all the way up to the glans before gently kneading it with her fingers, as if developing her own unique technique to pleasure him with care.
'What a capable adjutant.'
But...
Five minutes, ten minutes... fifteen minutes passed, and Lucian showed no signs of climaxing.
His towering erection stood firm, veins bulging as if ready to burst, and drops of clear pre-cum beaded at the tip before trickling down—yet the decisive release refused to come.
"What's... wrong with it? Did it break or something?"
Kara frowned, flexing her numb fingers as she asked. Lucian exhaled roughly, his expression troubled.
"Hah... Well... I think just the chest isn't enough anymore."
"But it worked yesterday, didn't it?"
"That's... Your hands are a swordsman's, so they're a bit rough... And my body's already gotten used to that stimulation..."
"So, you're saying only Lady Sophia's soft hands can make you cum now?"
Kara arched an eyebrow.
"No, that's not it... It's just that after doing it a few times, the body becomes desensitized..."
"We've only done this once before, though?"
"..."
Lucian wilted. The continent's greatest Alpha Male, reduced to such a pitiful state in front of his subordinate. But the pain threatening to burst his heart was all too real.
"Um... Could you use your mouth?"
"Ugh, seriously!"
Kara was exasperated. Fellatio—for her lord?
But she had seen it in the Goblin Lair—the destructive mana explosion Lucian unleashed. If left like this, she feared that explosion might happen inside the carriage.
"Fine... But... make it quick."
As if steeling herself, Kara widened her eyes, knelt down, and brought her face between Lucian's legs.
Before her loomed a monstrous, grotesque pillar.
Bulging veins and a glistening sheen of pre-cum made it look more threatening than any weapon. The thick, reddish-pink flesh was no different from her sword—something that could mercilessly pierce through enemies with brutal force.
With a trembling exhale, she parted her lips.
Schluurp—
"Ngh... Ah..."
Warm, wet heat enveloped him.
Kara's lips wrapped around Lucian's glans. Unlike her rough, calloused palms, the inside of her mouth was as soft and warm as any woman's, tenderly sheathing his cock.
Her teeth occasionally grazed him, and she fumbled awkwardly with her tongue, unsure where to place it.
But the sensation of the warrior's soft mouth around his glans was more satisfying than he had expected.
Slurp, schlup...
After suckling at just the tip for a while, Lucian groaned.
"Nngh... Kara, use your tongue... your tongue."
Following his advice, Kara hesitantly flicked her tongue against the tip. A salty, slightly bitter taste spread.
She swirled her tongue around the glans, licking every crevice before pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit at the very end.
"Hyahk!"
Lucian's hips jerked forward in surprise.
As a result, half of his shaft plunged deep into Kara's mouth.
"Ghk—! Kgh! Kghk!"
"Don't just—suddenly shove it in like that—!"
She pulled her mouth off, glaring up at him with teary eyes.
"That hole at the end is really sensitive. You can't just stick something in there. It hurts like hell..."
"Is that so? I didn't know."
Kara took him back into her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head forward and back.
Schlup, schlup, schlup, schlup.
"Khh... Yeah... That's it."
Her lips tightly sealed around his shaft as she sucked upward, tilting her head to take him deeper—but she could only swallow a little past halfway.
Lucian rested a hand on Kara's head and looked down.
The battlefield's war maiden, sucking on his cock with hollowed cheeks.
Her sharp eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling, and her small hands braced against his thighs for support.
The sheer contrast sent a rush of dominance straight to Lucian's brain.
Schlup! Schlup! Schlup! Schlup!
Immediately, he grabbed Kara's head with both hands and began thrusting his hips violently.
"Kghk! Kgh! Ghhk—!"
Startled by the sudden intrusion deep into her throat, Kara tried to push against Lucian's thighs—but he didn't budge an inch.
Instead, he pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth with rapid, forceful strokes, as if fucking a pussy.
Schlup! Schlup! Schlup! Schlup!
"Ughk! Kgh! Kghk! Kgh!"
As his shaft plunged deeper into her throat, Kara gagged. Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
With every snap of his hips, his pelvis slammed against her lips.
His cock, buried to the hilt, filled her mouth and throat completely, relentlessly attacking and retreating without pause.
"Ghk! Ughk! Kgh! Kghk!"
At first, she tried to push him away—but she never spat him out.
She believed this torment was necessary to save her lord's life. And, strangely, a shameful excitement began to rise within her, making her hesitate.
'Ngh... ngh... How much longer... do I have to do this...?'
Tears spilled freely, but the warrior's endurance allowed her to bear it all. Her eyes and mouth were a mess of tears, drool, and Lucian's pre-cum—yet her gaze remained as sharp as ever.
Even as she cried, she opened her throat to take in Lucian's massive rod.
"Hah... Kara... You're really... so soft and pliant..."
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
Kghk! Ughk! Ngh!
Amid the carriage's rocking, Lucian's cock ravaged Kara's mouth relentlessly—until finally:
"I'm coming!"
Splurt! Gulp! Gulp!
"Nnghh!! Kghk! Ughk!"
Lucian's semen gushed deep into Kara's throat.
Gulping reflexively, she swallowed the hot liquid without even realizing it.
"Pwah!"
The moment she pulled her mouth off, she shoved Lucian's hips away with force.
She spat, but having already swallowed all of his cum, only her sticky saliva splattered onto the carriage floor.
White foam and strands of semen clung to the corners of her mouth.
Lucian, now calm, gently stroked Kara's head.
"Thank you... You saved me."
Kara wiped her mouth roughly with the back of her hand, her face flushed and breath ragged as she stared out the window.
Her mouth tasted bitter, but the cool breeze against her skin told her they had already passed through Kurkan.
And so, with Kara extending Lucian's lifeline, the party raced northward without rest.
One day, two days—several days later, the carriage finally arrived at the territory of House Richard, where Rachel awaited.
[The Gardens of House Richard]
Rachel had prepared the finest tea set for Sophia.
"The tea is quite delicious, Lady Rachel. Thank you for your hospitality."
Sophia set down her cup with a serene smile.
Her pristine white dress, flawless posture, and the sacred aura that put others at ease—she exuded an untouchable grace that made her former title as Priestess seem fitting.
But Rachel couldn't bring herself to smile back.
Every time she saw those refined lips, the memory she had glimpsed in Lucian's office resurfaced vividly.
'Schlurp... schlup... nghh...'
The lewd sight of Sophia, clinging to Lucian's trousers as she took his massive cock deep into her mouth.
Those lips, now sipping tea so elegantly, had once sucked greedily at a man's shaft, cheeks hollowed in ecstasy.
'How... can she act so unbothered?..'
Rachel tightened her grip on her teacup.
For Lucian's sake, Sophia had cast aside even her noble status as a Priestess. She had willingly degraded herself, becoming a tool to sate a man's lust—even if it meant defiling the body that once served the gods.
