Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 424

Chapter 424: When Love and Lust Mixes (1)***
Third Person’s POV

Ethan could feel that her soft gasp was a sound of surrender and trust.

So, he poured the complex, swirling cocktail of his emotions, containing the fierce, protective feeling he was feeling towards her, the waves of gentle love that accompanied it, and most importantly, he didn’t hide the burning lust he was feeling towards her.

He seemed to share his very soul through the connection of their lips, unconsciously causing a soft, silver luminescence to begin glowing within the depths of his crimson eyes.

His mysterious bloodline formed a strange and mystical connection without his knowledge after being triggered due to his overflowing emotions.

And through it, Lucy seemed to feel the torrent of his thoughts and feelings even more clearly than if he had spoken them aloud.

At that moment, she felt as if the secret in his heart was being directly whispered to hers.

This sudden and surprising profound understanding broke a fresh dam within her.

She began to cry even harder, but this time the tears were different as they were born of a soul-deep happiness that emerged due to the overwhelming feeling of being utterly treasured by someone.

She had never felt something like this, and in this intimate, world-shattering moment, she fully realized that this enigmatic, handsome man, who had been just a stranger mere days ago, was now irrevocably transitioning her from a girl into a woman.

While she was having this realization, Ethan continued to shower her with loving kisses.

His pampering adoration was woven seamlessly with his gentle, exploring kisses as he began to soothe the last remnants of the fiery pain she had felt due to his intrusion.

The way he softly and gently sucked her swollen, pink lips, and the slow but lewd kneading of her large, soft breasts, calmed the storm inside her, replacing the sharp edges of pain with a throbbing, warm anticipation that she could feel in her pussy.

As Ethan’s kisses began a slow, deliberate trail downwards, he left her mouth to trace the elegant line of her jaw, and then moved to the pristine, snow-white column of her neck.

He nuzzled the sensitive skin there and felt her pulse hammer against his lips before he sucked gently, surely leaving a pink hickey mark of his possession.

At the same time, he began to move his hips.

With an almost agonizing slowness that made him want to pound her hard, he withdrew as the friction drew a sharp, shaky gasp from her.

“Hah~~!”

He pressed forward again and pushed his dick back into her wet, tight pussy.

He started to do small, slow thrusts, matching its rhythm with the lazy, circling motions of his tongue on her neck.

In response, her head fell back and granted him greater access to her self.

Her thin, delicate fingers tangled desperately in his hair, not to pull him away, but to anchor herself.

Her breaths became a soft, rhythmic symphony of sounds as sharp intakes of air that melted into low, throaty moans of pleasure that were now unmistakably mingling with the receding echoes of pain.

“Aaahnn~~💗…Mmmph~~💕!”

Her body that had once become rigid with hurt, now began to move with his in a hesitant, instinctual dance, as she met his slow, deep thrusts with a gentle, rocking motion of her own.

Ethan’s hands were strong and demanding as they gripped her sweaty right thigh and hiked it higher around his waist as he began to push himself inside her.

He couldn’t help but groan inwardly and lodged it in his throat as he stifled it by sheer force of will to preserve his dominating and manly image in front of the girl in front of him.

Her pussy was an impossibly tight and had formed a silken vise around his throbbing dick while applying a scorching heat that threatened to undo him instantly.

He had to grit his teeth and focus all his control on maintaining a slow, deliberate rhythm as he fought the primal urge to simply spill his seed then and there in her pussy.

Her inner muscles seemed to be clenching around his dick with a mind of their own in a desperate, gripping rhythm that felt like her very body was trying to keep him captive.

It was an all encompassing force that could be described as: once he was fully sheathed inside her, her pussy seemed to suck him in deeper and keep him there permanently.

With every slow withdrawal, it clung to him and refused to let him leave its wet, gripping heat.

But once he pulled back, it refused to let him in, making him unsure about whether he should laugh or cry at this situation.

While he wryly smiled inwardly, his large hands were not free as they slid from their perch on her full, heavy breasts, his thumbs teasing her stiff, pink nipples into even tighter peaks for the last time before journeying down the quivering plane of her stomach.

And when they finally came to rest on the stark white curves of her hips, his fingers were digging into the soft, bouncy flesh.

Palming her bouncy, round ass, he adjusted his stance and got into a much deeper and more powerful angle.

The new position made her cry out in a string of continuous, sweet moans that fell from her lips like a prayer.

“Aahnn~ Mmmm~ Ohh, Eryndor~!!”

As he kneaded the soft flesh of her ripe hips, her body yielded completely and shifted from being pressed against the cold wall to leaning limply against the solid warmth of his chest.

He could feel the damp weight of her pale, magnificent breasts flattening against his chest with every one of his thrusts, which he enjoyed very much, especially those two stiff red dots of hers while each of her hot, ragged gasps fanned against the skin of his chin and neck, her breath hitching in time with his movements.

At the juncture of their joined bodies, the evidence of her lost virginity was painted on their skin.