Chapter 130: Chapter 130
Her eyes widened in surprise, not knowing where to place her lost gaze.
The Crown Prince had appeared unpredictably in her presence, in a tousled demeanour, with his hands and hair dyed on a red paint she could somehow recognise its source’s essence.
However, it was his painful expression, almost imploring her to not let her gorgeous true self fade from his visions that took her utmost attention.
’Fade...’ — She repeated inwardly, shocked at his choice of words.
The foreign soul pondered about the word for a moment and then blinked in confusion, noticing as she struggled to pull herself together the red colours invading his beautiful hair.
’... What happened?’ — She thought. Forgetting the personality she had previously known about the Prince and spontaneously giving freedom to her innate kindness, one of her hands lifted to touch the loose strands of hair leaning onto her, feeling sad for its beautiful shade being stained by an unbecoming hue.
Zeleskiaz lowered his head to watch her hand cautiously approaching and waited yearningly for it to catch a strand of his... Then, carefully shifting his head to reach her closing skin, the man placed a soft kiss on her delicate hand and rolled his feverish gaze to meet hers again.
’Ah... He’s... He’s doing it again... The seduction...’ — Completely aware of what he was doing, the Lady calmly stated in her thoughts, looking deeply into the interesting hues lurking his round pupils.
The way he kept his countenance close to her touch, hopelessly desiring its warmth, caused the Lady adorable amusement by his attitude which easily displayed in her visage with a gentle demeanour.
Witnessing her enchanting change he became short of breath, delighted by the sweetness of her being.
Zeleskiaz looked at her dreamy, happily abdicating before her eyes and spoke softly but sensually.
"Oh, Lady Marianne..... This time... Please..... Do not forfeit this kiss..."
Leaning closer as he said out loud his sincere request, the last word was only followed by the lull of their lips connecting, softly at first, to then transform in desperate devour.
It wasn’t necessary for him to ask or help the Lady open her plump petals.
The Lady synchronised with his motion and slightly separated them, prepared to receive him as he had desperately asked earlier at his bureau.
’You’re fortunate, naughty Prince... I’m feeling quite... Soft-hearted right now, to let you do this much.’
"Ahhh..... Hah... Lady..." — Ecstatic at her permission, his breath came out like a sensitive low moan before guiding his tongue to meet hers.
The moist sound of the meeting and the sweet hot flavour of the slick inside of her mouth made him shiver even stronger than the first time.
All of the Prince’s body was reacting to the exchange, incredibly aware of any detail he could notice to their touch.
The slowly heating up and pronounced cheekbones, the adorable attempts of her unaccustomed jaw to follow the pace of his kisses as she leaned backwards, resting her weight on the railing behind her as he pressured himself forward to entangle deeper in their kiss...
Her fidgeting hands placed restless on his bulking chest, devoid of any intention to push him away... Excited him with the thrilling shape of her fingertips sinking on it.
Zeleskiaz was drowning in pleasure. Even the tiny shifts of his head to get bigger bites of her lips were reluctant to separate, desperate to keep feeling their grace.
His hands holding her visage started to develop impatience, suffering from the beliefs of their proximity not being enough.
One started to travel until reaching her nape, ensuring she wouldn’t distance herself from him, and the other... went down her neck, caressing her uncovered skin and enticing clavicle as it continued to stroke the Lady’s shoulder... to then, merely guided by the touch, reach one of her hands resting on him and grab it to wrap it around his collar.
"Hahh... Grab onto me, Lady..." — Out of breath, he managed to whisper, linking their gazes in a fugacious blink before sucking on her now moist chops.
"...nh..."
It was then that the lady emitted a sweet sound, overwhelmed by how strongly he was displaying his craves.
’Hn..ng... I can’t breathe...’
The foreign one thought, complying with his request to hold onto him as her hand clenched the frilly back of his shirt’s collar and the other one tried to climb up his muscular chest, neck and finally his jaw, to get the lustful Prince to grant her a resting second.
The thin fingers faintly tapped on his countenance, close to the area they were fixed together.
Aware of her intention with the dim force the Mystic Lady placed on her hands, Zeleskiaz responded to her attempts passing from meticulously lacing their tongues together... To nibbling on her lower lip scantly separating from her as her crown tilted to separate, giving her the chance to recover as a sensual hushed gasp left her.
"..ah...a..."
"Oh... Lady..." — As he started to kiss her chin tracing her soft jaw to also inhale her scent as he placed more intense smooches under her ear and part of her neck, the hand that had asked for her embrace slid down her torso’s side, feeling the curves and some of her insanely round breasts’ shape as it went around her waist. — "... My Lady..... Just what..."
’... Have you done to me... Lady Marianne.....’
The weight of his body laid on her, trying to feel her as much as the pose permitted, meanwhile his eyes observed the trembling lashes decorating her hidden gaze.
At that time the young woman had regained some composure and, aware of the dangers of letting this encounter continue, she pressed her hands on his wide shoulders as her eyelids slowly opened to find his intense passionate gaze fixated on her.
They stared at each other for a moment, overlooking how their breathing had become attuned with one another as their bodies shared the moving waves of their rhythmic inhalation, squeezing against each other with growing heat.
Marianne’s drowsy gaze was entrancingly beautiful and oddly made him nervous to say the next words, nearly choking the Crown Prince as they were gulped out in a rich thick voice.
".. Is... Is it alright now...?"
Troubled by the sight, Marianne trembled at the indescribable desire his ultramarine pinkish jewels did not even flinch to hide.
Astonished at his attitude, her heartbeat raced further as a realisation came to her while she pondered about it.
’Hnng..ha... Why..?. He..... He wasn’t like this in the novel...’
Frustrated at how the handsome man behaved, how his hands kept pressing in restless thirst to feel more of her shape and hypnotising mildly figure...
How her previous clench of his shirt’s collar has dishevelled his clothes... letting some of his brawny neck display little glints of stimulating sweat... Summoned a tingling sensation flooding from her very core, causing a reflexive swallow as she shyly averted her gaze.
"... So... Lady...." — Zeleskiaz saw all of her conflict in the dim expression displayed on her usually emotionless features, bursting with bliss at the adorable shrunken of her shoulders as the rosy cheeks turned redder from shying away, ultimately saying with a naughty appetite... — "May I continue now?"
’...uh..?..’
Tenderly searching for her lips, almost playfully again, he smiled as she moved away with every attempt he gave. And so, troubled by his stimulating teasing she fluttered her eyelids as short thoughts crossed her mind.
’This... Only ’cause you’re hot...’
"Mmm... Lady..."
’Only... Because... You can...’
"Please..... Don’t evade my kiss....." — He playfully continued, lightly caressing her cheek with the tip of his nose.
’Only..... For...a.. bit–’
"..m.Ore..... Haah..."
The last word of her last sentence made its way out her throat without warning, yet she did not mind it... For she was drowned in the contagious lust the Prince had led her in.
Marianne’s hoarse, dulcet and wobbly soft voice would only be able to be heard by him, Zeleskiaz, the crazed for her existence Crown Prince.
And... As expected from his nicely tuned hearing... The melodic sound of her mouthpiece summoned a sudden flinch as it resonated like an esoteric spell, turning a flaming frenzy to mesh in her flesh.
No words were to be said now as he dived into her waiting plump edges, ready to reach her every corner.
... Schlik..... Slurp....
Their dancing started to emit luscious noises bringing shame to the feeble Lady, coping with the intense raven the bold Prince had captured her in.
Squeezing her against him, the excitement only continued to multiply as her heart beats drummed strongly... Enough to be transmitted in the tight embrace he had her in.
"..nNhah... ngh.." — The young Lady softly whimpered as new absurd thoughts came over her psyche.
’... Rough...ah... No rush, kinky...ah–’
... knock... nock.. ck....
It was then, that the light sound of her recently attained chamber’s entrance was called at with polite knocks on its heavy gates, making her ear flinch to the dim noise as she was still held captive in the Crown Prince’s vigorous and sturdy arms.
"... Lady... I Paige.... Come in.....now..."
"!!!"
The Young Lady’s eyes flashed wide open. Knowing that the one maid announcing her presence would not wait for her response to enter the room, she quickly ended the kiss in a fortuitous moment when even the Prince felt oddly weak.
It was only as she stepped away... that she heard why her escape had gone so easily against such an opponent.
Marianne had only advanced a step ahead, but immediately, the Prince surpassed her, murmuring a frightening line.
"... Kill them..."