Chapter 53. The First and Last Insertion
The First and Last Insertion
Nancy lay on her back, her hips raised, gazing up at the Count with dazed eyes.
"Haa... Your legs are so beautiful. Your ankles are so slender, I can wrap my hand around them completely."
He gripped her ankles tightly, admiring them as if appraising a work of art.
"And these white calves—perfect. Not a single stray hair. You must take care of them every day?"
"...Yes, since you dislike... hair there..."
Though he had seen her body countless times, the Count always acted as if it were his first, lavishing praise whenever he pleased.
Nancy secretly adored his little rituals of admiration.
The Count flicked his tongue against the delicate bones of her ankles, then dragged it slowly up and down the length of her Achilles tendon.
Nancy shivered as his rough tongue traced wet paths along her skin, leaving trails of saliva that made her legs glisten. The sensation was ticklish yet electrifying, sending waves of heat through her body.
"Hng... Nngh..."
Lucian took her foot in his hand.
It was small, perfectly proportioned—the pale arch dotted with faint blue veins, the delicate bones beneath her skin lending an alluring elegance. Her toes were plump and adorable, her nails polished with clear lacquer that caught the light.
With reverence, he pressed a kiss to the top of her foot.
Then he brought it to his lips.
Lick.
"Eek!!"
His tongue swiped along the sensitive hollow of her sole.
Nerves clustered there—Nancy's toes curled and flexed uncontrollably.
"Ah! Ah! No! My feet are... ngh! Too ticklish!"
"Bear with it. I'll clean them thoroughly."
But her feet, already immaculate from Cleaning Magic, were only being dirtied by his saliva now.
Lucian took her big toe into his mouth.
Sluurp. Schlick. Schlick.
As if savoring candy, he sucked on each joint, his tongue swirling around the delicate digits before pulling away with wet, obscene sounds.
He pried between her toes with his tongue, seeking out every hidden crevice, indulging in the scent and texture of her skin.
"Ah! Nngh... It's weird... my toes... inside your mouth..."
Nancy was losing her mind.
Ticklishness, shame, and a prickling arousal creeping up from her feet tangled together until her head spun.
Lucian worked diligently—index toe, middle toe, ring toe... even the smallest pinky toe received his devoted attention.
The heat of his mouth, the slick glide of his tongue—Nancy felt like her toes might melt from the sheer intensity.
Sluuuurp—Pop!
"Ahhk!"
Each time he released a toe, it came free with a lewd, wet sound.
Her foot was drenched now, glistening with his spit.
"Hahh! Please... enough... nngh!"
Unable to take it anymore, Nancy tried to yank her leg free.
But Lucian's grip was unyielding.
He seized both her ankles in one hand, pinning her effortlessly.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He lifted her foot again and dragged his tongue flat across the sole.
Sschlllck—Schlap.
"Ahhk! Ngh! Ngh!"
Trapped, Nancy had nowhere to escape.
She clutched the headboard, twisting her upper body while her hips squirmed helplessly.
Each thrash sent her pale backside bouncing—rising into the air before slapping back down against the bed like a mermaid's tail flailing on land.
"Yes. Keep shaking that ass. It's a lovely sight."
Lucian bit down lightly on her toes, watching as her rear swayed obscenely before his eyes.
The stimulation that had started at her feet now climbed up her thighs, making her soaked pussy twitch eagerly.
When he finally released her foot and stroked the smooth curve of her calf, Nancy panted, staring at her own saliva-slicked toes.
'Why is he taking so long with the foreplay today...?'
Normally, Lucian was a man of fire—rough, relentless, driving into her without mercy. But tonight was different.
Even during the first two insertions, though fierce, he had spent an unusually long time worshiping her with his mouth.
And now, this meticulous attention—licking every inch of her, even her toes—felt almost obsessive.
Like a master tending to a treasured possession one last time.
"Haa... I'm almost ready for round three..."
Nancy's body was limp, molten with heat.
Her pussy dripped endlessly, not in gushing spurts but in a slow, steady leak—like a crack in a dam.
She felt so pliant, so open, that no matter how rough he was, she knew she could take it all.
"Turn over."
Lucian gripped her hips and guided her onto her stomach.
Dazed, Nancy obeyed, stretching her legs out behind her and hugging the pillow above her head—like a client at a massage parlor.
But her naked body, glazed with saliva, love juice, and dried semen, was anything but innocent.
Wherever the fluids had touched, her skin flushed a delicate pink, heightening the depravity.
Lucian pressed his lips to the plush curve of her ass.
Sluurp. Schlick.
"Nngh..."
His tongue lapped at the rounded flesh before his lips latched on, sucking marks into the pale skin until red blossoms bloomed.
"Ahhk..."
His hands spread her cheeks apart.
Hidden between them, her tight little anus peeked out—a delicate pink bud, its many folds clenched shut.
Lucian almost regretted not tasting it sooner.
Well-maintained, with no stray hair in sight, the tiny entrance pulsed faintly, as if nervous.
He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over the wrinkled flesh.
"Eek!"
Nancy flinched, clenching instinctively.
"M-My Lord! Not there! Last time... last time I said no!"
"I know. But..."
Lucian's whisper brushed against her ear.
"Just once... as a farewell?"
Farewell.
The word struck Nancy like a blow.
So it was true. He was saying goodbye—with his body.
Once this burning night ended...
"Hic... H-hic..."
Tears welled in her eyes. The words she had dreaded yet somehow longed to hear—now that they were here, her chest felt like it was being torn apart.
She buried her face in the pillow and snapped,
"You'd do it even if I said no!! I'd just run away again!"
Her usual tone—bratty, yet resigned.
Lucian chuckled.
"I'll enjoy my meal, then."
Lick.
"Ah!"
His tongue lashed against her puckered hole.
The rough texture dragged over her sensitive rim, and Nancy's back arched like a fish out of water.
Sluurp, schlick, sluurp.
He flattened his tongue, coating her entire entrance with saliva.
He licked between the folds, counting each wrinkle with his tongue, savoring the tight little pucker before sealing his lips around it and sucking hard.
Thanks to Clean Magic, there wasn't a trace of impurity—but the sheer shame of it burned through Nancy.
"Ah! Ah! It's weird! That's... dirty... why are you... hng!"
Her ass burned, the heat unbearable.
This was supposed to be filthy, humiliating—yet the moment his tongue touched her, it sent sharper sparks of pleasure than any other erogenous zone.
Lucian sharpened his tongue, pressing the tip firmly against her center.
Then—poke.
"Hyahk?!"
His tongue breached her.
Warm, slick muscle wriggled inside, violating her deepest crevice.
The unfamiliar, degrading pleasure made Nancy clench down involuntarily, trapping his tongue in a tight grip.
"Nngh...!"
Lucian groaned, savoring the pressure as he pistoned his tongue in and out.
Schllp, schlick, schllp.
"Ahhk... ngh... your tongue... there..."
Sluurp, sluurp, sluurp.
"Nnngh..."
Nancy's mouth fell open, drool soaking the pillow beneath her.
Lucian added a thumb, circling gently before sliding a finger deep, pressing against the thin wall between her rectum and pussy—stimulating her G-spot from behind.
"Ahhn... ahh... there... feels... good..."
Even as her backside was ravaged, her pussy gushed anew, drenching her thighs.
Over ten minutes passed like this.
Lucian knelt behind her, devoting his tongue, lips, and fingers to her ass.
He stretched her open, used her own juices as lube, massaged the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed.
He could have used Grease Magic for lubrication—but he wanted to coax her open naturally.
"Haa... I think you're ready now."
Nancy was utterly boneless, her body limp.
Her anus, flushed red from his attentions, pulsed hungrily, as if begging for something thicker to fill it.
Lucian wiped his glistening face and rose.
Then he pressed his rock-hard cock against her waiting entrance.
"A first and final gift, Nancy."
Tears streaming down her face, Nancy pushed her hips back in silent invitation.
[Images: Five illustrations depicting the described scene.]