The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 31
His tongue circled her n*pple, stimulating it. She’d never been caressed so carefully before, and she couldn’t help but feel aroused. His foreplay was like a slow, approaching wave. It seemed so gentle, but it was knocking at her door, inch by inch, like a wave.
Ethan exhaled hot breath. She could feel it on her sensitive flesh.
His other hand was now slowly stroking her waist, his callused, hot fingers sending shivers down her spine wherever they passed. His slow strokes were now concentrating on the places that gave her the most pleasure, and she shuddered, trying to hold back a cry.
The huge door was about to open, and he slid down from on top of her.
She lifted her tear-filled eyes and watched him slide down from the table. He was bleary-eyed, but his knight’s uniform was unblemished. She felt an odd sense of regret. Just a little more…, and I could go, not as violently as before, but with greater pleasure.
It was a shame, but it couldn’t be helped. Ethan was the knight who had said he would not violate her in the first place. Perhaps the joke was over.
That was when she gave up. Suddenly, something hot and moist touched her p*ssy.
“Hmph……!”
Her hips naturally jerked back slightly, but the moist tongue pursued her relentlessly. She felt the same rough fingers on her thighs that she had felt earlier. Hands that hadn’t grabbed her, hadn’t forced her, but somehow she didn’t want to pull away from him.
Ethan licked her p*ssy, nibbling, lightly. The area beneath, which had been pleasured by his fingers only moments before, was tingling and dripping wet. Ethan licked his lips with his tongue, sucked lightly on her cl*t, and slid his finger inside her again.
She’d had both her cl*t and her insides stimulated at the same time before, but never so slowly and for so long. She shuddered involuntarily as he stroked her cl*t and her insides at the same time. It was pleasure.
The finger slid in and out of her, regularly tapping the peak of pleasure she’d found earlier. She felt a duller sensation, as if he had increased the number of fingers from two to three. A hot sensation rushed to her lower belly.
She shuddered at the unfamiliar pleasure. Whether he knew she was reacting that way or not, Ethan moved the tip of his tongue to stimulate her cl*t. It wasn’t urgent or fast, just a steady, slow stroke.
And yet, she felt a great wave of pleasure wash over her like a nodo. It was a tickling sensation, a tingling sensation that built up, layer by layer, until it became uncontrollable. Her toes curled and her whole body tensed. Suddenly, just as the high peaked, it exploded.
The tongue and fingers that had been licking her in a steady rhythm stopped, waiting for her to purr and savor the full afterglow, and soon slid slowly out of her.
She floundered for a moment in the wake of the huge wave that had rushed over her. It was the first time she’d ever been able to properly reflect on the sensation after a climax like this. She was drained and stretched out on the table.
Ethan silently gazed at the breathtaking sight before him. His p***s, already swollen and throbbing, demanded to be released. It urged him to tear into the soft flesh of the woman before him, to ravish her. Or rather, that was Ethan’s own thought. He wanted her to look only at him, to be undone by him, to cry out only for him.
In that moment, he realized, he was already captivated by the woman before him, and he held her with a life-sustaining intensity he had never felt in his life, never thought he would feel.
He shielded his eyes with one hand.
‘Damn it.’
He had already betrayed the Imperial Crown Prince long ago.
