Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 414

414: A Natural Slut (1) ** 414: A Natural Slut (1) ** Third Person’s POV But before her racing heart could settle, Ethan’s firm hand cupped her chin, and his thumb parted her lips once more.

Her eyes flew open wide and met his smoldering crimson gaze in response.

But before she could ask, he moved without explaining himself and guided his rigid cock back into her warm and waiting mouth.

Shock rendered her still for a moment, but this time, Ethan showed no mercy as he set a slow, deep, rhythmic pace, with each of his strokes fucking her mouth with a purposeful, claiming pressure.

“Ummm~~Mmphh~~!!” Her muffled moans leaked out around the intrusion with each one vibrating along his shaft while the pleasure coiling in her belly became an unbearable itch between her legs.

Driven by an instinct she didn’t recognize, her right hand trembled slightly and slipped down from his thigh and pressed against the soaked fabric of her panties, as she started to rub in frantic up and down motions over her aching clit.

Ethan noticed her desperate ministrations, and a dark thrill went through him.

In response, he tightened his grip in her hair and used the new leverage to speed up his pace, as his hips pistoned inside her mouth with more force, as he went deeper into her throat.

“Gllucckk~~Mmmphh~~!” Lustful and dirty moans ripped from her throat, tears welled in her sapphire eyes and streamed down her flushed cheeks as she looked up at him, forming a perfect picture of desperate, submissive pleasure in his eyes.

Her actions formed a template in his mind that she was a young, untouchable fairy, but now she was on her knees, rubbing her virgin pussy through her panties like a possessed woman, as her young, unblemished body writhed between the overwhelming sensation in her mouth and the building pressure in her core.

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of some unknown precipice, Ethan came to a sudden, jarring halt.

The absence of his movement was a torture in itself, as it halted her rising momentum and left her suspended in a void of need.

A confused frown creased her brow.

But Ethan simply stroked her tear-streaked cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle even as he held his cock fully sheathed within her warm, tight mouth.

“Now,” he whispered, his voice a husky, commanding rasp, “It is your turn to do the moving, girl…” Understanding dawned on her face, and washed away the initial confusion.

With her left hand that was sweaty and trembling and her right hand that had become sticky with her pussy’s juices, she gripped his thigh for support, she began.

Her movement was tentative at first, but she gradually got into a pace as she pulled her head back and then slid forward, taking him deep inside her mouth.

Surprisingly, she was a natural, and Ethan sensed that clearly as a primal instinct seemed to take over her and within moments, she had found a rhythm.

One of her small hands wrapped around the base of his thick shaft and guided him as she moved her head with increasing confidence.

Meanwhile, when her eyes met his, they held a new fire, a mix of carnal excitement of doing something forbidden, which she was indeed doing as the daughter of a respected noble family.

But the girl had sidelined that as she was ensnared in the throes of love with a fierce desire to please her man.

“Scchllik~~Gllucck~~Chhuuu~” The air filled with the continuous, lewd, and beautifully sexy sounds of her efforts that included the wet suction of her mouth on his cock’s head, the soft, slick sounds of her hand working its length, and her own breathy, eager whimpers.

It was a symphony of lust, and for Ethan, the pleasurable feeling was absolutely exquisite as it pushed him toward his own inevitable, roaring climax.

Lucy worked diligently on his dick, and her head bobbed gently as she serviced his thick, rigid cock.

It was now slick and gleaming with her own saliva, mixed with the faint, salty traces of his earlier cum release that still lingered in her mouth.

She was such a natural that, without him teaching her anything about sucking a dick, she had already avoided touching the shaft with her teeth, especially those sharp incisors that she had, as she was of the demon race.

Ethan noticed this acutely and nodded inwardly as he had to teach Virelle about not grinding her teeth on his dick, but this girl was such a natural slut and an S-grade woman from any angle that any man would like to have as a wife.

As Ethan thought this, Lucy, on the other hand, could feel his powerful dick begin to pulse aggressively against the roof of her mouth, which she knew now was a sure sign of his building climax.

But before he could tip over the edge, his hands came up to cradle her head and stopping her in her movements.

“Suck my balls, baby…” he commanded, his voice a low, gentle rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

This time, Lucy needed no further guidance.

A deep, crimson blush spread across her fair cheeks and down her neck, the heat of it a stark contrast to her pale skin as the thought of his request was profoundly intimate to her.

She was about to worship the very proof of his manliness, the heavy sack that held his virility.

In her mind, this act was more than just pleasure.

Instead, it was a sacred tending to the source of his manhood, a guarantee of her future as his wife, and the fact that she would bear his children in her womb one day.

The thought sent a fresh wave of warmth pooling low in her own belly.

With an audibly lewd, wet pop, her plush, glossy lips slid from his shaft, but instead of moving directly to his scrotum as he expected, she paused, and a look of tender love graced her face.

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