Saving My Childhood Friend Through... Questionable Means... - Chapter 12
Seria found herself at a loss for words as Lucas’s long fingers gently parted her sensitive flesh. The warmth of his touch followed, pressing against the slick skin that had already grown damp with arousal.
“Ah! Stop, don’t—hnng!”
“Stop?”
Lucas’s hand paused as he looked at her with a flushed face, his blue eyes meeting hers. It was a genuine question, seeking her opinion.
When he sat up slightly, the sight of his e***t member, standing tall like a weapon, came into view. Seria’s mind raced. If he doesn’t prepare properly, will I die trying to take that thing? She hesitated before responding.
“No… you can keep going, but… it’s just so exposed…”
“Don’t worry. Just bear with it for a little while. If we rush, it’ll hurt too much.”
Though it was Seria receiving the attention, Lucas’s breathing grew heavier, betraying his growing excitement. His large hands effortlessly pinned her wriggling thighs in place, his palm pressing against her most sensitive area. He bent his thumb downward and began to rub the slick folds below, his fingers exploring the tender, slippery flesh.
Even though he was only touching her with his fingers, Lucas’s body burned hot with desire, and he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust himself inside her. He felt as though he might lose his mind. Is this the curse’s effect? he wondered. After all, it was an incubus’s curse, so it was only natural that he’d feel aroused seeing his friend like this—or so he told himself, trying to justify his state.
His body temperature rose, his breaths coming faster and heavier, and his eyes dropped to watch her intimately. Every movement of his hand produced obscene, wet noises, the sight and sound driving his arousal to new heights.
Lucas’s blunt thumb teased her swollen c******s, now fully e***t from arousal. Each pass of his fingers sent her sensitive flesh quivering, and her narrow entrance overflowed with clear fluids. Unable to resist the relentless stimulation, Seria’s moans grew louder and more frequent.
“Ah, hngh, haa… ugh!”
“You’re so wet now. Can I put it in? I want to be inside you already.”
“…Hnnng.”
Hearing Lucas’s almost pleading tone, Seria felt a laugh bubble up, but she swallowed it quickly, clearing her throat to stop it from escaping. If she laughed now, it might ruin the mood and cause Lucas’s arousal to subside—and they couldn’t afford that.
Was this really the same Lucas who had once prayed fervently to avoid this situation, declaring he’d rather die than sleep with a stranger? He had shown such disdain for the idea of being with a woman, and now he was desperately begging to enter her. It was absurd. The strength of the incubus’s curse was undeniable.
But her faint smile quickly disappeared when Lucas pushed a finger into her entrance.
“Ah, nngh!”
“Does it hurt?”
Of course it hurts, Seria thought, clenching the sheets and shutting her eyes tightly as his thick finger stretched her tight walls. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and ache spreading through her lower body. If just his finger felt like this, how much worse would it be with his full size?
“Seria, Seria? Does it hurt? Tell me!”
“Ah, stop asking! Just—just do it already!”
Why did he keep asking? Embarrassed, Seria covered her face with her hands. Lucas stared at her for a moment before leaning forward, as if he had finally decided to proceed.
Seria tensed, her entire body stiffening with anxiety.
‘It’s going to hurt so much.’
Just as she braced herself for him to enter her, Lucas did something entirely unexpected. Instead of positioning himself, he lowered his head between her legs and buried his face in her most intimate place.
“What are you—ah! Hnng, don’t! Ah, stop it, please!”
Seria was shocked and struggled against him, but her resistance wasn’t enough to stop Lucas, who was fully consumed by his arousal. He held her trembling thighs firmly in place with his strong arms, keeping her open as he pressed his lips against her sensitive flesh.
Lucas’s mouth moved hungrily, his lips parting to suck on her tender skin. His thick, slightly rough tongue darted out, licking her folds with increasing speed and intensity, as though savoring a sweet treat.
“Ahh, hnng! No, stop…!”
Seria wanted to protest, but the relentless movements of his tongue left her completely disoriented. A surge of electricity seemed to shoot through her entire body, and all she could do was gasp and moan.
The heat that began between her legs spread upward, consuming her from head to toe. Lucas’s muscular arms held her firmly in place, his tongue exploring every inch of her sensitive core without missing a spot.
“Hnngh, ahh, mm… I-I’m going crazy… Ahh, haa!”
