Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Cumming Into Her ****
Third Person’s POV

Her free hand, as if with a will of its own, flew to the back of his head, and her fingers started tangling in his hair to push him deeper into her chest with a silent plea for more.

Ethan groaned in approval, and the resulting vibration against the tender flesh of her breast made her toes curl while he focused his entire world on the perfect, soft weight of her breast in his hand and the taste of her on his tongue.

It was then that, between her escalating gasps and helpless moans, her hesitant, adorable voice trembled in the air.

“Haah~… Nh… W-Why…” she panted as her chest heaved against his mouth,

“Why do y-you suck…..m-my breasts so much…? There… There is no milk inside them…”

Her face was stained a deep, crimson blush as this lewd curiosity seemed to cost her all her courage.

Hearing this, Ethan finally released her nipple with a lewd, wet, popping sound.

As her pink bud glistened and became painfully erect, he looked into her deeply embarrassed blue eyes with his own crimson ones with a mixture of lust and something fonder.

“I just love to do it,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with lust.

He lowered his head again, giving the other neglected peak a long, slow lick before he continued.

“The feel of them… so soft and full in my mouth and the way you gasp…”

He stopped speaking and started to suckle her right nipple again for a brief moment, making her cry out, before releasing it once more.

“It reminds me of my mother… I mean, when I was a baby and would her tits to suckle for milk.”

His eyes burned into hers as his raw desire was laid completely bare.

“It makes me desperate to see your belly swell with my child, Lucy. I want to get you pregnant, to feel you grow round with our baby.

I want to be here when your milk comes in, so I can taste it, so I can suck them again and drink every last drop of it…”

The explicit, lewd, and detailed confession, especially the word ‘babies’, made the young demon girl blush all the way down her chest.

While the poor girl tried to process the enormity of his words, she broke their gaze, and a small, overwhelmed whimper escaped her throat as her hand flew to cover her mouth in an attempt to physically block the sounds of her own arousal.

Even though he had said something so major, Ethan remained undeterred as he descended upon her breasts with renewed fervor.

He was more adamant now as he alternated between laving one peaked nipple with broad, wet strokes and suckling greedily on the other, as if he could will his desires into reality through the force of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Lucy was reeling as her mind turned dizzy with a chaotic mix of shyness and a strange, deep-seated thrill.

The vivid, future scenario of her body changing, her stomach rounding with his progeny, played out in her mind and made her want to both hide from the world, have his babies, and press herself even closer to the man causing such delicious, wicked fantasies.

Lost in a haze of future dreams comprising a shared life of the two of them and the children she would bear for him, Lucy barely registered the shift until Ethan released the soft weight of her breasts.

His hands were firm and deliberate as they slid down to grasp her smooth, porcelain forearm and lifted it gently above her head.

She gasped as the fantasy like scene shattered and her gaze flew to his face, searching for an explanation for his action.

But Ethan offered none as his crimson eyes held hers with a dark, unwavering intent that made her pulse stutter and her voice die in her throat.

Slowly, his attention drifted to the delicate, flawless hollow of her underarm.

The skin there was paler still and was untouched and sensitive.

Just looking at it, he seemed to salivate, so he lowered his mouth, and she trembled as his lips pressed a soft, loving kiss against that intimate, hidden place, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through her.

“D-Don’t… Eryndor, please…” she stammered as her voice registered a thin whisper of protest.

“It’s… It’s dirty there…”

She managed a small sentence of resistance, but he ignored her flustered plea as his hot tongue followed the path his lips had taken and gave a long, firm, wet lick from the crease down to the tender skin along her ribs.

The sensation was wildly improper and intensely lewd.

In response, her back arched off the bed, and a violent shudder wracked her beautiful, thin frame.

Deep inside, her slick, tight pussy also started to clench very tightly around his thick, embedded cock in a sudden, rhythmic spasm of pleasure.

It was so sharp that his thrusts slowed for a bit, and it drew a guttural groan from him, pushing him dangerously close to the edge of orgasm.

But he was undeterred as he began to suckle at the soft flesh of her armpit.

His mouth worked hungrily while his hips resumed a relentless, driving rhythm of pounding into her soaked pussy from the side.

The dual assault was overwhelming, and within moments, he could feel her body tightening toward its peak.

Her pussy seemed to cry around him as it started to drench his cock and their connected groins in her hot juices.

Her pussy’s inner muscles seemed to flutter and tremble with a life of their own as it breathed in frantic, rhythmic pulses against his shaft.

As a result, his own climax also became imminent with a heavy and urgent feeling.

With a final, lingering lick, he abandoned her armpit and moved over her, his body positioning itself above hers.

He hooked his hands behind her knees and pushed them up and apart once more, spreading her wide and folding her nearly in half.