Chapter 52. Dizziness in Midair
Dizziness in Midair
[Late at night, the Count's chamber]
"Tch, I'm coming."
Lucian dug his nails deep into Nancy's plump buttocks, gripping hard enough to leave marks, and delivered the final thrust straight toward her cervix.
Squelch! Glug! Glug!
"Ahhhnnn!!"
At the same time, Nancy reached her climax, burying her face into the sheets as she let out a scream-like moan.
Hot semen gushed into her womb, forcing the menstrual blood and love juices that had been trickling out to surge back in. The mixed fluids swirled violently inside her.
A long moment later, Lucian pulled out his cock with ragged breaths.
Drip.
"Haa... haa..."
Gasping for air, Nancy rolled onto her back—only to freeze in horror at the sight of the bedsheets.
"Oh my god!!"
The center of the white sheets was completely stained a pale pink.
But the Count had definitely used Clean Magic—hadn't he?
This grotesque, obscene puddle was the result of the bright crimson menstrual blood from Nancy's pussy mixing with the white semen Lucian had poured into her.
When she spread her legs, more pinkish fluid gushed out between them.
"My Lord...! Wh-what is this?!"
Only now did Nancy realize.
When the Count had pressed his lips to her pussy earlier, slid his tongue inside, and made those wet, sucking sounds—
Her blood had already been flowing then.
Did he... drink all of it? My blood?
"M-My Lord... you pervert!!"
Her face burned as red as a virgin experiencing her first time, and she instinctively covered herself with both hands.
This man had licked and savored the most filthy, shameful part of her, then gotten so aroused by it that he fucked her like an animal. It was enough to leave her speechless.
"Clean Magic... Are you sure you actually cast it?"
When Nancy shot him an accusatory glare, Lucian licked the red smear from the corner of his lips and smirked.
"Hmm. Maybe I just skipped that part—for us."
"For us?!"
She was furious, but she couldn't push him away.
As cruel and perverted as he was, the way he had accepted even her blood without hesitation made something in her chest ache.
Clenching her throbbing lower half, she cursed herself for yielding to the Count's desires yet again. But the lingering pleasure was too deep, too intoxicating.
As she caught her breath and glanced at Lucian lying beside her, she hoped that once he regained his senses, he'd say the words she longed to hear.
But this wasn't a moment of respite—it was merely the prelude to an even greater storm.
His crimson eyes raked over her disheveled form. The mana that hadn't settled even after his first release was already boiling in his veins again.
"Still... not enough."
Lucian's hand grabbed the hem of Nancy's maid skirt, which had been barely clinging to her waist.
Riiip—!
With the sound of buttons popping off, the sweat-and-fluid-soaked garment was tossed to the floor.
Now, nothing remained on Nancy's body.
Except for one thing—the white lace stockings still wrapped around her legs.
"Ah... My Lord... didn't we just finish?"
Ashamed of her exposed, flushed sex, Nancy tried to curl in on herself, but Lucian pulled her upright.
Standing on the semen-and-blood-stained sheets, Nancy was now completely naked save for her white stockings. From between her thighs, the freshly deposited semen and diluted blood trickled down, staining the stockings' bands red.
"Come here."
Lucian gripped Nancy's waist with both hands and effortlessly lifted her into the air.
"Eeek!"
Her feet left the bed. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her legs tightly around his firm waist.
[Lift and Carry]
The most primal, passive position—one where she had to rely entirely on his strength.
Lucian supported her ass with one arm while using his free hand to grip his raging erection.
Still rock-hard, veins pulsing, the monstrous thing showed no signs of exhaustion.
He pressed the swollen head against her slick, reddened entrance.
"Once just isn't enough, Nancy."
Thrust—! Slam!
"Ahhk!!"
Gravity aided him as his cock brutally scraped her inner walls, driving straight into her cervix.
Nancy's head snapped back, her hair swaying wildly as her maid headpiece tumbled to the floor.
"Nghhh—!"
"Haa... haa..."
She buried her face into Lucian's shoulder. He could feel her cold, sticky tears and saliva dampening his skin.
Her legs, still clad in white stockings, crossed behind his back as he moved. The delicate lace brushed against his bare skin with every thrust.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Ahh! Ah! Ah!
T-Too... deep...!"
With each powerful bounce from the bed, Nancy's ass rose higher before being impaled again.
The lack of ground beneath her feet, the dizzying sensation of being suspended midair—it all made her head spin.
"Ngh! Ngh!
M-My Lord! I'm... dizzy!"
"Then hold on tighter."
Lucian stepped off the bed, still buried inside her, for better leverage.
Nancy clung to him with all her strength, arms and legs locked around him as if she'd never let go.
Huff.
Now standing, Lucian took a moment to adjust before rolling his hips, grinding his cock deep inside her.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ahh... nngh..."
As his muscular ass moved in slow circles, Nancy's swollen pussy clenched tightly, resisting the intrusion.
His thick, rigid shaft and her engorged meiki battled for dominance, each pressing against the other with relentless friction.
"Ngh... My Lord... why... today...?"
Nancy's eyes were already half-lidded.
Now holding her firmly, Lucian bent his knees slightly before thrusting upward with force.
Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound!
"Ah! Ah! Ngh!... My Lord... my brain... it's still shaking..."
Each powerful lift sent her body jolting in midair, forcing him to tighten his grip to keep her steady.
As he lowered into a squat, he angled his cock diagonally, driving even deeper.
With every sway of her body, her full breasts brushed against his firm pectorals, while her stocking-clad calves fluttered helplessly in the air.
Squelch, squelch. Squelch, squelch.
"Ahhk! Ah! Ahh!! Nghhh!"
Lucian's relentless pace reduced the slapping of flesh to nothing but slick, obscene friction.
Pinkish froth—a mix of blood and semen—splattered onto his abs from where they were joined.
"Haa... Nancy, these white stockings... seeing them like this is even filthier. Soaked in blood... reminds me of when I took your virginity."
"...Ngh..."
Lucian gripped her ass firmly, lifting her higher before dropping her back onto his cock.
Thud!
"Ahhk!"
Nancy's eyes rolled back. The depth was unbearable—like he was piercing straight through her womb. The pressure forced her insides upward.
Gurgle, splurt, splurt.
"Aaahhh!!! Nghhh...!"
With a long, drawn-out moan, she clung to his neck desperately,
accepting another flood of his cum deep inside her.
Resistance was futile. No—her entire body was screaming for more, begging for this pleasure to never end.
Her legs tightened around his waist even harder, as if she'd never let him go.
"Haa... haa..."
After the intense second round in midair, Lucian carefully lowered Nancy onto the bed.
She collapsed like a limp, wet ragdoll, utterly drained. The white lace stockings around her thighs and calves were now ruined—stained with blood, semen, and sweat.
"Now... let me make you comfortable."
Lucian grabbed Nancy's ankle.
Then, he hooked his fingers under the stocking's band at her thigh and slowly—agonizingly slowly—peeled it downward.
Sllllide—
The faint sound of nylon sliding against skin.
The taut flesh of her legs relaxed as the stockings came off, revealing smooth, milky skin. Down past her knees, her calves, her ankles—until finally, they slipped off her toes.
Lucian discarded them like shed skin.
"Ah..."
Perfectly bare legs.
Her calves, as pristine as if they'd never been used, and the soft curves of her thighs glowed against the bedsheets. Was this what they meant by "legs that shone"?
Lucian bent down between her legs, pressing his face against her pelvis.
Nancy, still panting from her recent climax, jolted in surprise.
"Ngh! My Lord... again?"
"Stay still. I need to leave my mark."
He licked the prominent curve of her hip bone. The salty tang of sweat.
Pursing his lips, he sucked at the tender flesh.
Schlop! Schloooop!
"Ah! That hurts!"
A vivid red hickey bloomed on her skin. Satisfied, Lucian smirked before dragging his tongue lower.
The plush inner thighs, glistening with her juices—he licked a broad stripe upward, then nipped lightly with his teeth.
"Ngh... ah... ticklish..."
"Your skin's like marshmallow. I could eat you up."
He left more red marks and kisses as he moved down.
He pressed his lips to her rounded knee, circling the bone with his tongue.
Then her calves. Smooth, toned, flawless—he kneaded the firm muscle before licking the sweat beading along her shin.
"Ah... nghhh..."
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