Moving past the table in Lucy’s room, I settled onto her bed, my palms flat against the sheet.
Returning to the velvet chair, Lucy sat and directed her attention my way. "What do you want?" She asked.
"Our job is to guard Lady Beatrice at the event. Why aren’t you ready?"
Lucy glanced away, her eyes settling on the mirror opposite her. "I’m not attending," she replied.
"But—."
"You can’t tell what to do!" Lucy’s head snapped up.
Retracting my hands from the bed, I shifted my position. "Lady Beatrice’s safety is in jeopardy. What’s more important than your duty?"
With exaggerated calm, Lucy slowly rose and walked to the door.
’Click.’
"Get out!" Lucy yelled, pointing at the open door.
Her lips were clenched tight, and veins pulsed on her forehead as she extended her index finger toward the door.
’Thud-thud.’
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "I can see what’s behind your mask," I leaned in, "You’re begging for to stay."
"Out!" Lucy shouted.
Extending my arm, I shut the door with a click, then turned and leaned against it, letting the wood cool against my back.
Lucy slamd her hand beside my neck, her eyes locked on mine. "What do you think you’re doing?"
"Ever since we left Devil Island, you’ve been angry with ." I pushed her hand from the door, holding it gently. "Why are you angry?"
Lucy tried to pull her hand free, but I tightened my grip. "Answer ," I said.
With her free hand, Lucy balled a fist and struck my chest. "I hate you," she said.
Lucy leaned in, her cheek finding my chest. "I fucking hate you," she murmured, the words softer than before.
With my hand wrapped around her back, I pulled her into a hug.
"Let it all out."
As Lucy pressed deeper into my chest, her loud yet soft heartbeat echoed within my body.
"Why did you lie?" she asked.
I remained silent, finding myself unable to reply.
"You said you’d enter the escape capsule with , yet Evelyn was there instead of you when I opened the hatch."
"I thought you were going to die," Lucy said softly, as she lightly punched my chest. "I kept checking my subclass-related skill, just to see if it would disappear, signaling your death."
"You’re my only disciple," Lucy said, pulling back to look up at . "You protected from Lord Henry, and you were forced into that death ga all because of ."
She glanced away. "Do you know how I’d feel if you died?"
Lowering my voice to just above a whisper, I replied.
"I am sorry."
"That’s not enough," she responded.
I adjusted my suit, smoothing out the wrinkles.
"How can I redeem myself?"
Lucy’s gaze flickered to her bed, then back to . "Well, you can fulfill that promise you made," she said.
My eyes shot wide open, pupils dilating like ink dropped into water.
Is she serious?
"Umm... the promise we made in the carriage back in Nablis?" I stamred, looking for her to confirm.
Lucy ducked her head slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks like spilled rose water.
"Yes," she replied.
Her response sent my heartbeat soaring, leaving my emotions in disorder as I struggled to process what I should feel.
I promised to make Lucy climax if we survived Lord Henry’s trial, and now she’s holding to that.
***
Lucy closed in, wrapping her hands around my neck.
"’Cum in ,’" she said.
With her hands around my neck, she pulled herself up and kissed , her tongue scraping the roof of my mouth as she drew nearer.
My hands instinctively went to her thighs, clutching the silk nightgown and pulling it upward, exposing her skin.
Lucy released my neck and lifted her hands, montarily breaking the kiss and allowing to strip her naked.
Why wasn’t she wearing any underwear?
Lucy’s naked body fell into my embrace, and she lifted her chin, biting my lower lip. I brought my middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. Lucy threw her head back.
’God, yes. Keep going.’
I did it again, this ti my fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. I parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles.
’Mmm.’
A soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible, yet electrifying.
Lucy’s body was coiled tighter, grasping at my fingers, so wet now that I could hear the slippery sounds every ti I drove back into her.
Lucy kissed my neck, moving upward until her lips reached the back of my ear.
She whispered, "Lick it."
My knees dropped onto the carpet, and my gaze went straight to Lucy’s belly button.
Gripping her thighs, I pulled my face closer to her center, and I gave a little upward lick with my tongue.
I moved up, lick, lick, lick, back and forth, moving deeper and deeper into her wet pussy.
Her moan, sweet as sin, filled the hushed room.
’Mmmmmm,’
"Are you enjoying this? Would you like to go deeper?" I asked, glancing up at Lucy.
Lucy shoved her hands into my hair, gently grasping it and pulling closer until my face t her belly.
"I am loving this." She said. "Keep going."
My tongue re-entered her wet pussy, continuing to lick her folds. Simultaneously, my hand found her clit, and I began to rub it as if playing a guitar.
A shuddering moan shook Lucy as she was consud by pleasure.
"You’re so good," Lucy murmured, her muscles tensing. "This feels amazing."
Without warning, Lucy’s dam exploded, showering with her love juices.
Lucy lifted from my kneeling position and then placed her hands on my shoulders.
"My turn," she whispered.
Lucy took gentle backsteps, pulling along as she approached the bed.
’Bam.’
She turned , pushed onto the bed, then climbed on top and unfastened my pants.
"You’re as hard as a rock," she murmured, glancing at before taking in her mouth.
Lucy’s tongue circled the tip of my penis as she took deep into her mouth, pulling back only when I reached the back of her throat.
"This should be enough."
Lucy hovered over my pole and carefully guided it into her pussy.
’Oooohhh!’
My deafening moan echoed around the room, signaling intense pleasure.
"Look at ," Lucy said.
Her whole body grew pink, and the nipples on her breasts looked hard as if they were tiny stones.
Using my thighs as an anchor, Lucy lifted herself and slid my cock deep into her pussy.
With breath held, I ran my hands along her slick, sweaty hips, letting my fingers slide down to grasp her ass.
Lifting it upward, I drove further into her until our sweat-slick bodies slid together.
Her resonant moan vibrated in the air as I took over and thrust deeper and faster, gaining a steady tempo.
Lucy was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots.
"Yes, yes, yes," she murmured.
"Things are getting closer," I said, my thrust rapidly increased, causing her skin to ripple like ocean waves.
"I’m almost there," Lucy responded, eyes shut and lost in pleasure.
I let go of Lucy’s ass and gravity pulled her back into my pole.
"Fuck!" she yelled, her face lifted toward the ceiling.
My grip on Lucy’s ass tightened as I yelled, "I’m coming!" thrusting my cum further into her.
Lucy’s body convulsed, and her tight pussy squeezed my dick, holding it and refusing to let go.
She swiftly placed two fingers over her clit and rubbed it in a frenzy. Seconds later, she ca on top of as if a pipe had burst from her pussy.
[Ding... Succubus points 200]
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