Saving My Childhood Friend Through... Questionable Means... - Chapter 39
“Ah! Wait, Lucas, at least let’s move to the bed first!”
Inside the Loren family’s townhouse in the capital, Seria, her silver hair damp from her bath, found herself trapped between Lucas and the wall, unable to escape. Lucas’s unsteady breaths filled the space between them as he buried his nose into the crown of her head.
“My body feels strange. I can’t stand it—I want to devour you right now.”
“Ah, ugh…”
Lucas’s large hands tugged impatiently at the robe she was wearing, nearly tearing it off. With just one motion, her fair, alluring chest was exposed, bouncing slightly as it escaped the fabric.
His gaze locked onto her chest, as if mesmerized, before he bent down and latched onto it with his mouth. The warm, moist sensation of his lips enveloped her sensitive skin, drawing a soft moan from Seria. His strong arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist, pulling her even closer.
He toyed with her chest as if savoring a treat, biting lightly at the rosy peaks. His tongue, pointed and deliberate, flicked, swirled, and teased, playing with her until the delicate tips reddened under the constant stimulation.
As he indulged himself, his free hand, not busy holding her waist, hastily untied the belt of her robe. When the robe slipped completely off, revealing Seria’s soft body clad in just a single piece of undergarment, Lucas pressed her firmly against the wall and slid his hand down to her covered mound.
Having indulged in such acts repeatedly over the past three nights, his touch had become startlingly adept. His voice dropped to a mischievous whisper as his fingers explored her.
“Still wearing these today? Next time, come without them.”
“What! That’s so embarrassing—ah, ngh, huh!”
Before Seria could finish protesting, his fingers slipped beneath her underwear, finding the wet folds of her most private place. His touch quickly became slick with the dampness there. Lucas’s voice, husky with desire, tickled her ear as he pressed his fingers deeply inside her.
“What’s this, Seria? You’re already so wet. You’ve been like this since I touched you on the horse earlier, haven’t you? You’re so naughty.”
“Why do you… ngh, why do you say it like that?”
“What? Don’t you like hearing me talk like this?”
As Seria’s breathy voice responded to him, Lucas’s lips trailed to her ear, nibbling softly as he murmured.
She couldn’t help but think he was acting completely different from the friend she knew—this wasn’t the Lucas she had grown up with. Had an incubus already taken over his body? Was that why he had become so lustful and audacious?
“You’re acting strange today. Kind of like… a pervert—ah, hnngh.”
“You’re right. I think I have become a bit of a pervert.”
Letting out a low chuckle, Lucas suddenly yanked her underwear down to her knees in one swift motion. The center of the fabric, stained and damp, clung to her thighs as it fell. His hand, rough and insistent, slid between her legs as he spoke in a commanding tone.
“Seria, spread your legs more. I want to touch here.”
“Ah, you’re acting so strange today. Hah, ngh…”
Earlier on the horse and now here, Lucas was acting completely out of character. Was it because of the curse?
Seria hesitated, but then slowly parted her legs. Between her soft, pale thighs, Lucas’s snake-like hand slipped in, wasting no time in cupping her entire mound. His calloused hand brushed against her soft curls.
Turning his palm over, Lucas spread the soft folds with his index finger, using his middle finger to rub the now slick and swollen nub. His fingers quickly moved between her entrance and her sensitive spot, eliciting wet, lewd noises from below.
“Hah, ngh… Ah, stop… too strong, ahh!”
“Wow, this is incredible. You’re dripping so much. I could probably go in right now.”
Lucas’s fingers were soaked from the fluid spilling from her. As he rapidly rubbed her sensitive nub, his fingers soon pushed into her soft, moist walls.
He held her close, his fingers moving inside her with quick, deliberate thrusts as if scooping out her arousal. Her warm, textured inner walls clenched around his fingers, trembling as though welcoming him.
“Turn around for me.”
Lucas abruptly withdrew his fingers and spun Seria around. He quickly tore off his robe. Though it had only been two days since they last had done this, it felt like an eternity to him.
His body ached with need, and his breath came in shallow gasps. The sight of her pale, peach-like bottom made him want to thrust himself inside her and c*m all at once.
With his flushed face and reddened eyes, Lucas hurriedly pulled down his briefs. His member, already stiff with anticipation since before Seria entered the room, now dripped with clear, sticky fluid from its tip. The throbbing s***t looked as if it were protesting, demanding to be buried in the soft curves before him.
“Ah, wait, Lucas, let’s go to the bed first!”
“I’m in a hurry. Doing it here sounds like a good idea.”
Leaning against the wall for support, Seria glanced back nervously. It was her first time doing this while standing, and she worried it might hurt. On top of that, Lucas seemed completely out of his mind today, and she feared he might be rough.
With his flushed face and wild behavior, Lucas looked almost possessed. If someone had told her a demon was controlling him, she might have believed it. As the blunt tip of his member rubbed against her wet entrance, Seria let out a soft moan and managed to speak.
“Lucas, ngh, ah… you’re still Lucas, right?”
“Yeah, of course. Your friend—the one who’s having s*x with you right now.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Lucas pushed his hardened length through her slick folds and entered her roughly. His thick, veiny s***t plunged deep inside her in one swift motion, stretching her inner walls to their limit. The sudden, overwhelming sensation made her gasp and her mouth fall open.
“Ah! Wait, ngh!”
“Hah, this feels… amazing.”
Their sweat-soaked bodies pressed tightly together. Lucas bent down to embrace her fully, breathing heavily into her ear.
His strong hands gripped her rounded hips tightly as he thrust himself deeper, grinding against her to the base. The rough golden hairs at his base scratched against her soft skin as he moved, making Seria shudder and release soft, stifled moans.
