Chapter 704: [Chance Encounter (2)]

Suddenly, Allen and Lucy found themselves standing alone.

Then, suddenly Lucy saw Allen stepped forward, slowly advancing towards her.

She could feel the alcohol running in her bloodstream. Her heart accelerated at a rate she couldn't understand and the only way she could do any good is to sway her hips from side to side through the beat of the music. Though it only highlighted the incredible curve of her body and the temptation she was giving to those who were watching her.

Lucy felt her heart vibrate along with the music, everyone around her felt what she felt. She swayed with her eyes closed, an empty drink in hand when Allen arrived in front of her, took her arms, and placed them on his shoulders.

"…care for a dance?"

He starts with a faint grin.

"Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me that question"

She giggled. Then, without hesitation, she wraps both arms around Allen’s neck, swaying her hips from side to side. Dipping from side to side until he caught her drift. Her body ached to continue she felt so alive with his grin at her ear and sweat on her skin. Lucy felt as if she could go on like this forever.

Her eyes tightened. She moved in closer to Allen, her ample chest pressing into his, and curled her left hand around the back of his neck. She leaned her head in so that they were cheek-to-cheek. Since her heels made them nearly eye-to-eye, it was easy for Allen to tilt his head down slightly, so that his breath was brushing her neck.

Allen concentrated on the feeling of her body against his, the smell of her hair and perfume, the luscious womanly curves underneath his hands. She must have been feeling something similar, as any trace of awkwardness was gone, and their bodies gradually came closer and closer together.

A small flicker of movement to his right caught his eye. When he turned his gaze, he could see Asmodeus standing not so far away from them, watching them with a playful smirk. Around her were two to three dark-skinned women with different appearance giggling and Allen could see her hand was already on each of their behinds, stroking and kneading what's needed to knead. And he couldn’t help but laugh in his mind.

Asmodeus winked at him and then led the girls around him, the opposite of their cabin.

She looks somewhat proud of her bounty, Allen mused, then his hands started moving slightly, lightly rubbing Lucy's hips. The feeling of the satin lining of her dress sliding against her nylons made his hands move a little more as each minute passed. Her hand tightened on the back of her neck as his lips brushed the curve of her neck and Allen could hear her breath start to pant in his ear.

Lucy smiled and laughed as Allen swept her into his arms and began to dance with her. Soon after, his hands were gently squeezing her hips, her arms were around his waist, and their bodies were pressed together. As before, Allen gradually moved his hands around to her rear, enjoying the sliding action of her skirt under his fingers. His breath was warm on her neck as he brushed his cheek against the side of her face.

Allen grinned as he noticed Lucy’s drunk appearance. He then takes a bolder step. He extended his fingers, resting them on the helm of her dress, then curled them into his palm, gathering the fabric in his hands. He brushed his lips softly against her neck, and again, softly kissing along the curve of her neck.

Allen heard an intake of breath next to his ear, and her right hand moved up to cup the back of his head. Her breath began to return to the near-pant from before. Encouraged, Allen slipped his hands onto her silky nylon ass, letting the helm of her dress rest on his wrists. Her only response was to gently thrust her pelvis into his, where they began to softly grind together.

She's quite responsive...

Allen could certainly see that her increasing need for intimate contact was becoming clearer and clearer. And so, he didn’t dally anymore as he started softly kissing up along her jawline, until they were face-to-face, lips nearly touching. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes half-open.

Allen saw her eyes look up towards his, then down to his mouth, and immediately closed the slight remaining difference between them.

The kiss was long, slow, and sensual, and when their tongues delicately touched for the first time, Allen’s passion and desire for this woman grew exponentially.

The kiss grew more intense, the hand cupping the back of his head pushing him forward, any pretense of dancing completely forgotten. When the kiss broke, her eyes again looked into his but widened this time. She stepped back, the helm of her dress sliding back down over her hips, with a look of confusion on her face.

“I…”

… …

“How is it…? Do you really not want to…?”

His tempting scent surrounds her, overloading her senses as Allen leans in to shout into her ear so that she can hear him over the pounding music.

Right now, Lucy’s mind was already far too focused on his close proximity, the fact that his chest is practically crushed against hers, that his lips brush against the shell of her ear with every word he speaks, the way his minty fresh breath fans across her neck, sending a tingle straight down to the pit of her stomach. If she turns her head a few inches, and lean in, just a little bit more… No.

Tell yourself no, and stick to it. The words of her other self ring in her ears, and reluctantly, Lucy force every dirty fantasy out of her mind, instead of searching for something else in the dingy passionate night of this cruise party to concentrate on so that she won't break her dry spell and fuck this hot piece of stallion senseless right here in front of everybody.

But no one would ever know.

Her mind is in cahoots with her body, ramping her urges up to the point that she can practically taste them, and once again, her body leans into white-haired youth that was like a true devil sending whispers of temptation on her ears, showing him through her actions that she was more than interested.

"…I’m happy to oblige."

Allen's words finally make an imprint in her brain as he straightens up and smiles down at her from his impressive height.

“…if you are not worried that the Zagan Clan would be after you,” she warned.

But anyone could see that her tone was not the least bit threatening.

Allen's smile widens, revealing a set of perfect, bright white teeth, set in a mouth that looks as wicked as sin. Lucy’s urges growl once again at the sight of his full lips, her mind already conjuring up dirty images of how he could put them to good use. He obviously hasn't heard what she said- or probably, he was pretending he didn’t, because he bends down, lowering his ear to her mouth and motioning for Lucy to repeat herself.

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Lucy takes advantage of the opportunity and makes sure to over-exaggerate her movements, leaning forwards so that he gets a generous view of her ample cleavage while pressing her chest against his arm lightly as she said those words once again. His cheeks darkened slightly at her boldness and his breath hitches, but when he looks up to meet her eyes, his gaze has darkened with an emotion Lucy was glad to see.

Lust.

He was on…!

Lucy grinned as she already received his answer. It's been a month already, and her body is desperately craving the attention of something, or someone other than her fingers or her female friends. And this handsome warrior is just what she needs. One that didn’t fear the people behind her. And guess what… she wants sex, and Lucy is going to get it.

What the man wanted from her...she would give it to him without hesitation!

As she too enjoys sex.

Lots of it.

Every day.

Allen smiled at her, satisfied.

The music felt amazing.

Allen, placed both hands on her hips once again, capturing her back to him. Lucy doesn't know where this was going but he grinds at her. It nearly took a second to do the same until one of them, Lucy decided that facing the opposite direction was a better idea, which in fact, it was.

They had a certain pattern, they both followed. It can only take one moment until one of them thought that they reached a certain limit. Lucy felt it. The shiver down her spine and the odd sensation underneath her belly, she almost wanted the need to, until she felt a different kind of shiver that goosebumps went underneath her skin.

"…do you really still want to dance?"

Lucy felt hotter. Sweat, alcohol, and dancing. Wearing clothes made her uncomfortable. She was about to turn around when Allen firmly placed his hands on her hips.

"…but if that’s what you want," She heard his grin, his nose touching just above her ear. His hips grinding just from behind her.

“…I want to see the place where you are staying, can I…?” she grinned.

“You most certainly can…!”

Allen laughs and shakes his head.

“Lead the place, then,”

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Lucy was still giggling as she turned around the corridor, and Allen couldn't help but stare at her body in the dim light.

The lacy cups of her maroon bra barely covered her nipples and pressed her breasts together, creating the tantalizing cleavage she'd been showing all night. Her long legs were gorgeous in her hose and heels, and the light wasn't dim enough to hide the dark patch of trimmed hair between her legs. Her hips were round and curvy, creating a perfect hourglass that Allen prized above any skinny model's figure.

“That way…”

Allen pointed the way.

Seeing the cabin area, Lucy nodded in satisfaction.

“As expected of the Child of Lilith, the Cabin of Hades, third circle… quite an expensive way to stay…”

Allen shrugs without care as it was really not him who had prepared for it, but his, well, should be—daughter from Lilith.

She started to walk past him to Allen’s room, eyes mostly shut, hand on her forehead, saying something about needing to lie down. Allen fell into step behind her, watching her ass as it bunched and rolled with each step, mesmerized by the sway of her hips.

They walked into his room and then sat down on the bed.

“You have a very nice cabin…” she muttered, impressed at the sight of a large and luxuriously designed cabin that surrounded her. Its interior walls were painted in a soft melon, but in a tone so pale, it was almost sand, and the canvas awnings shading the windows were of a deeper melon, partnered with shutters of pristine white.

The room was filled with red-dyed sunlight and furnished with simple yet distinctive elegance. Charming old French provincial pieces made of dark woods or bleached oak were mingled with vast sofas, comfortable chairs, chaises, and ottomans. Floors of highly polished parquet and were covered by an old yet still elegant Aubusson.

Spilling vivid color into this monochromatic-toned room were romantic, lyrical paintings. And for some reason, Lucy fell in love with it.

"Thanks," Allen closed the door, without locking it as he knows that Asmodeus would return at any hour. Then, he faced Lucy, “However, I am not being forward, am I?” he asked suddenly. His eyes full of mirth and his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“About what?”

Lucy asked, of course knowing what he meant. After all, she could still remember what she said a while ago.

“Bringing you here,” he said his hand sweeping the room. “I will be troubled if you change your mind, Lucy. Especially at this moment,"

“No, I will not change my mind.” she grinned.

Lucy looks at him as he walks toward her.

“I’m never sure of a person’s feelings. But before you change your mind, I have to make sure I imprint myself on you thoroughly.”

Lucy felt like she was prey before the youth before her. Soon, he was already in front of her. His hand stroked her cheek gently and Lucy leaned into his touch, unconsciously closing her eyes. He drew her closer and kissed her. Because her eyes were closed, it felt like all her senses were concentrated on the entwining of his tongue with hers. It made Lucy aroused in the blink of an eye.

"Did that feel good?"

Allen asked with a wolfish grin, feeling somewhat satisfied as he saw Lucy starting to breathe rapidly.

“Better…!”

A triumphant smile passes across Lucy’s lips as she slinks towards him—her hands already tugging at the knotted strings at the side of her dress so they can get down to business. "

After a while, Lucy grin at the fact that the knot finally comes undone, and let her white long dress fall to the floor. His breath catches as he sees what she wearing underneath.

“What a delicious body you have,”

Allen caressed her body like an artist, appreciating his art.

“How is it?” she asked but his eyes didn’t leave her body, and Lucy didn’t blame him. She knows that her body is quite voluptuous, curvy in all the right places—the ultimate hourglass figure. Coupled with her appearance, she was something that could invoke lust to any man, much less him.

The breasts contained in her maroon-colored laced bra were overflowing with youthful vigor. They stuck out from her sexy frame and seemed even larger than they actually were. And the fact that on her collarbone and her waist were bushes of feathers stuck together, gave this an oddly raw sexuality.

Her slightly plump body was bursting with healthy beauty, but she was not fat. Her stomach was taut, but her body was blessed with many ins and outs. This may have been a wild beauty. She had none of the eroticism used to seduce a man. Still, this was the body of a young woman. Her body looked like it was made to be violated by a man.

When Lucy saw Allen’s expression, she couldn’t help but feel elated. She was wearing a peephole laced bra, that's more slithers of pink ribbon and sheer maroon lace than anything, with a matching crotchless thong. It's sexy and eye-catching and seems to have had the desired effect on Allen. More so, when she saw his eyes grow wide and his hands twitch, as if he wants to reach out and touch her, but can't quite bring himself to do it yet.

“Your turn,”

Lucy grinned as her hands reach out and make quick work of his shirt, encouraging him to tug it overhead to reveal the muscled glory hidden underneath.

Allen’s body is that of a God, all rippling muscles – defined abs, firm pecs and bulging biceps were perfect. Yet he was not fat at all, in fact, quite slender for a man, but the ripped muscles on his body say otherwise. A perfect and ideal body of a man—!

As expected of the son of the Demon of Lust. His body can be said to be the manifestation of women's desire itself.

Lucy felt her knees go weak as his muscles ripple as he moves, tossing the shirt to the floor. Her jaw drops open as her hands reach out of their own accord to trace his chest muscles and he shivers, a lingering moan escaping his mouth as she lightly pinches at his nipples.

"Do you like that, my love? Does it feel good?"

Lucy was slipping back into a familiar rhythm—her voice practically a purr as her hands splayed out across his chest down the middle of his abs and into the front of his trousers. His breath hitches and Lucy grin brightly.

"Look what I found. Someone's very happy to see me."

Her free hand fumbles with the buttons to his jeans as the other keeps a firm hold of his erection.

His hand envelope Lucy’s struggling one, smoothly undoing the buttons and fly so that his jeans can drop to the floor. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, his boxers drop too, revealing his hard length. Lucy’s hand drops as she licks her lips in anticipation, only for her eyes to widen and her jaw to drop.

Allen. Is. Big.

Lucy had expected it, seeing as he's practically the son of the Great Lilith, the personification of Lust, but she didn't expect him to be so long, or wide. He has to have the most perfect dick that she has ever come across in her long sexual life. Not even her husband can hold a candle to it.

"Lucy?"

She realizes that she had been staring and hastily glance up to meet his eyes. A slight smile touches his lips, and pride seems to be the prominent emotion as he stares at her.

"Are you sure that you still want to do this?" he asked, provoking.

A predatory grin covers Lucy’s lips as her eyes rake over him, taking in each one of his hard muscles, and the bulging erection he's sporting. Just imagining him fucking her senseless makes her knees tremble and she nod eagerly.

"…no one is backing out, not me… not you…!!"

“…as you wish,” Allen grinned.

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