V2 Chapter 43
The warmth of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, waking Cian with a languid stretch. Cozy under the covers, his body still buzzed with kinetic energy from the playfulness and entertainment of the night before. Some part of his body still ached but most injuries are already started healing. Fortunately, though, most of his injuries were his internal organs and hardly seen on his outer shell. And so, all the small cuts and wounds on his body were slowly healing in a rapid state—I guess, it’s what you call, the advantage of being a Royal Blood Demon… his resilience and recovery is inhuman.
However, suddenly—
The sun is up. The air is quite heavy. But for some unknown reason, his center feels oddly electrified, what happened…?
As if a certain, highly alert part of his body had been awake all night. But that shouldn’t be possible as he was completely exhausted last night and groggy due to his wounds and injuries from the battle. A Morning ‘thing’? No, it’s more than that—the intensity of his lower half seemed to be incongruent with his foggy morning mind.
Why does it feel so different this morning?
He wonders why.
Was it because I couldn’t do ‘it’ last night and his body are having a rebellion…?
Just how strong is his appetite…anyway…? Just because he skips one meal, he was being defiant and wanted to express himself to be noticed…?
Rolling over, Cian shook his morning ‘sickness’ thoughts away as he expected to find his adorable servant next to him, but unexpectedly, she was already up and dressed, carrying a tray of imitation coffee and pastries into the room. “Good morning, master…!” Seeing her, setting the tray on the bedside table, Cian smiled faintly and extend his hand towards her. Ruka smiled and kissed his sleepy face—just like every morning. Her new routine.
“Mmm… that coffee smells delicious,” Cian murmured. “However, I’m afraid that’ll have to wait,” his smile turning into that of a naughty imp, somewhat vulgar but for some reason, for a handsome face, it was nothing but an attractive naughtiness. Is this what they call, the privilege of those handsome people...? No matter what they do, vulgar or not, they are always attractive and somewhat tempting...makes you feel as if the world is really unfair~
“Heh?” Ruka was startled upon hearing Cian's sudden words. Then, realizing what he wanted after seeing his expression, Ruka bit her lips and giggled in amusement as she let him pulled her towards him. “Mmhm,” His lips and tongue grazed her earlobe, making her shudder with delight. “I’m hungry for something else first.”Sliding his hand under her clothes, his caress made its way down the length of her body, from her breasts to her waist past her hips…
She leaned over her beloved master and crawled over to him, holding herself above his body until her lips were just barely brushing against his cheek. “But master, isn’t your body still hurt?” she asked, worried. “Nope, this is this and that is that…” his sexy, gruff words hit her like a tool aimed at stoking her fire. Tilting her head to gauge his reaction, she saw his eyes were half-closed and his face slack with lust.
“Can’t have you freezing to death on me. This land is just too cold even in the morning,” his voice rumbled, traveling more through his chest than his throat. He pulled the blanket over her while she scooted forward, seating herself firmly onto his lap. “There we—” Cian started to say, interrupted by a deep moan as her teeth found his earlobe.
“Mhhm?” she asked, letting her tongue and teeth walk their way along the outer shell of his ear. This girl had learned how to take the initiative... Cian smirked. His grip tightened on her waist and their hips met with sudden urgency as he lifted himself up beneath her. She then sat up and unbuttons her clothes, now not noticing, or at least not caring about, the coldness of the buttons against her bare chest. As she let her weight fall onto him, Cian could feel that she was aroused as much as Ruka to Cian. He was practically about to burst through his shorts. His erection trapped in there must be downright painful, she thought, and she actually imagined it tearing through his shorts; it was a bit rude and impolite for a servant like her and she nearly laughed, but the image of its sudden entrance into the space between them, its dramatic thrust into her mind’s eye, was also sexy as hell and she felt herself getting wet.
His other hand was up against her shirt now, enjoying her skin and the lines her ribs drew to her breasts. His fingers traced the barrier that was a silk known as brassiere which was unconventional to someone like her if not for her master’s orders, which she actually surprisingly found comfortable and convenient. Then, his first hand pulled her closer to him. He slid his palms up along her body to cup her breast and ran his thumb across her nipple gently.
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She let her fingers dance on his belly. It was flat and firm and, only naturally, her fingers found their way under his short. He liked it, she surmised, because he was growing inches below her hand.
She giggled, flustered with the effort to help him slide down his pants. His cock tented the thick flannel ‘boxers’ or what his master calls it, reserved for cold seasons. Cian was a bit speechless as Ruka kisses his hardness through his shorts. This girl becoming aggressive is certainly a pleasant surprise. He’s completely still as Ruka starts to lower them. He watches in silent anticipation and lust, eagerly waiting for her to start worshiping him. She kisses his erection through his boxers and he shudders in response. Then, taking it out for her to see all of its glory, its hardness almost slapped her face.
Lovingly admiring it to the fullest, she slowly lowered her face until her mouth met her master’s penis. She then started licking the shaft of his cock. Her tongue flicked the tip as she tasted his pre-cum. Her mouth engulfed the head as it slid down her throat. Cian’s shaft glistened with her saliva. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft and she massaged his balls with her tongue as her nose touched his pubis. Cian can’t help but moaned as they made eye contact. She wrapped her hand around the outside of their flap to bring it her mouth. With a flat tongue, she circled the tip, moving wider around the head as she slowly and rhythmically engulfed him completely. His moans seemed to echo in the room, silent of the usual hum of electricity.
He clasped her hands around the base of his cock and thrust upward toward her face. She extricated her hands from his and used her thumbs to put pressure on either side of his pelvis, pointer fingers tucked behind his balls to find his sensitive spot. His hands went to her head, and he lifted off the bed to meet her mouth.
After she had swirled her tongue on his erection, she peeked at her beloved master. His head rested on the railings of the bed, and he appeared gratified. His moans of pleasure got louder as he neared his climax and, sensing this, she sped up her movements. He put both hands on her head as he came down her throat. Cian then heard gulping sounds as he looks down, and saw his length buried deep down her throat—though she was gasping for air, she stilled seemed to know what she should do as she gulped the thick essence he was spurting all while feeling the moist tongue cleaning the ‘head’ of his member.
After feeling that his ejaculation had ended, Cian pulled Ruka’s face away from his genitals and “Come, sit on my lap.” he pulled her up from her knees, and she straddled his lap, a male gearshift between them. “Stroke me again.”Ruka nodded shyly as she took his somewhat softened ‘member’ in hand and found a rhythm. When Cian moaned, Ruka leaned in and nipped his earlobe. “I want it…master,” she whispered.
Cian captured her face in his hands and kissed her long and hard, tasting something indistinct within her saliva, which he completely ignored. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled them close, the base of his erection rubbed against her ‘bean’.
Nose to nose, he skimmed his hands down her neck, across her shoulders and down to her ass. He then yanked her harder against his cock, and she gasped.
“That would depend on my mood?” he replied, meanly. He cupped each cheek, kneading her skin as he inched his fingers closer to her wetness. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and held her still. His words ignited her. Her juices flowed and she knows that she was ready. Cian saw this and grinned evilly. He lifted her and his tip nudged her wet opening and hovered there. Staring into her eyes, he lightly dropped her on his cock.
She waited.
His eyes widened, then screwed shut in frustration. “Please?” he muttered with a mean smile. Ruka bit her lips in shame. Tightening her grip against the sides of his throat she started to lower herself onto him, then gasped sharply as he entered with more urgency than she had anticipated. She flexed her thighs against his hip bones in an effort to slow him down but he bucked in response, throwing the blanket off her shoulders.
“M, master?!” she exclaimed, giving him a sharp smack on the cheek. He smiled indulgently and wrapped his arms around her back and shoulders, pulling her head close to his chest with her arms pinned to her side. “Cold?” he whispered, not slowing. “A, a bit,” She wriggled ineffectively against his tight grip holding her captive against her body, and subconsciously dug her nails into his ass.
Cian’s fingertips melded into her skin. His cock throbbed inside her. He knew she waivered, contemplating what to do. Teeth landed on that tendon on her shoulder—her spot of ecstasy. Adding his tongue to his exploration, Ruka dropped her head back, only for him to nibble on her neck as he gripped her ass. With a cry of mixed pleasure and pain his grip loosened momentarily, but only to flip her underneath him.
“Happy?” Needing to see him, Ruke lifted her head. His intensity nailed her as his raw desire seared her. Biting her lips, she pushed his mouth onto her nipple and pushed against the warm mattress beneath her. With her other hand, she circled her clit.
“Almost.” Having completely abandoned any cover, Cian straddled her, using one leg to push against the bed as they panted in synchronous. The desire spread through her core and down her extremities. He seemed to fill all the places that the desire touched. His moans that she’d come to know so well became loud and desperate and she loved his crying out to her. She herself cried out as he pumped. And then, everything became indistinct in the flickering glow of the candle and the heady rush of sensation as their pulses raced one another’s…and then sudden convulsions as control was finally wrested from both of them by orgasm. Cian’s moan erupted as his orgasm did. With frenzied hammering, he took her with him.
Their ragged breaths bled into sighs as they lay there intertwined, taking in the scent of sweat quickly cooling and the creamy fragrance of a candle, now low in its holder. The snow would never stop, and no doubt the cold would be never-ending. However, the warmth shared by both people was never been satisfying…!
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