Chapter 84
The air in the quiet room grew scalding hot. Archin, who had charged in with a fierce momentum, wrapped both arms around Nepethia's nape and pressed his lips straight to her ear.
It was a desperate bid to avoid the kiss. Yet when he drew her completely naked body against him and took that tiny earlobe between his teeth, an odd thirst surged through him all the more. Just as he had feared — once the line was crossed, there was no stopping it. He had known from the very beginning that holding Nepethia was already a mistake.
Controlling this desire, these whirlwind emotions, was impossible. Even if the old Archin tried to push his way out and scold the present Archin for his behavior, the Archin who had already tasted freedom and opened his eyes to desire could not return. He could not afford to lose even a single part of her.
He wanted to taste every soft inch of her flesh, every curve. He wanted those parts to become his alone, without exception. He sucked the tender little skin, his tongue tracing over it, while his other hand tugged her head closer, devouring the delicate earlobe as he stroked it. Meanwhile, his free hand sank deep into her hair.
He wanted to touch every part of this small body, to kiss her deeply. He wanted to claim every single one of those parts as his own.
“Ah….”
Nepethia's eyelashes fluttered beneath her closed eyes. It had only just begun. If even Archin's nose brushed her ear, her consciousness would scatter like hay.
Her hand reached out desperately, gripping Archin's shoulder. The man's body felt as hard and hot as a stone. The heavy weight pressing down on her entire lower belly was the same.
His golden hair swayed as he kissed his way downward, the motion playful. The long, thick, aroused cock swung heavily against her sensitive skin. The scorching heat spread across her entire body, stealing her breath.
Archin was relentless. He devoured her body with intense focus, pressing his lips to hers again and again, sometimes more roughly. When he sucked her cheek until it was hollow, leaving a sharp sting and a vivid red mark behind.
When he reached the spot where the cleft between her breasts began, he paused, straightened his back, and looked down at her. He silently placed his warm hand over her chest, then released it. Nepethia blushed and covered her face with the back of her hand.
He withdrew his appreciative gaze and bent over her again. Her nipples, pebbled and flushed, waited eagerly for his lips, but he avoided the peak itself. Instead, he filled his mouth with the upper curve of her breast and sucked hard. Nepethia moaned and writhed beneath him.
The brilliant prince had quickly learned how to heat a woman's body. He circled teasingly, only lightly brushing the parts she wanted, then moved on. Following the round swell of her breast, he rubbed the tip of his nose against it, licking her soft flesh repeatedly, but only skimmed the areola. He never touched the spot that hungered most for stimulation.
He waited patiently until her breath came faster, savoring and tasting her soft flesh. When Nepethia's hand reached up pleadingly, he struck the rigid peak with a sudden, sharp bite and sucked hard.
“Huuuht!”
At the same time her slender waist arched, the slow teasing gained momentum. Archin cupped her full breasts with both hands and alternated between sucking and biting her nipples. He nipped them lightly with his teeth, licked them wetly with his tongue, then nibbled with his fingertips in quick succession.
“Ah… ugh, Archin….”
A wail slipped out. Nepethia, struggling for words, wrapped her arms around his nape. Her trembling hand clutched his hair tighter as his fingers invaded between her legs.
Archin moved carefully. His long fingers stroked the slick gap of her warm, wet sex.
Whether the gods had granted her unexpected talent, or whether she and Archin were fated to be paired, or both — when he circled her entire inner folds, her tender flesh immediately grew wet and slick.
“Ungh….”
Archin gradually narrowed the range of his stimulation, listening to her delicate moans. At first he had been reckless, but now he wanted to know her properly, thoroughly.
The tender flesh was like soft, juicy fruit. When he searched for her sweet spot without hurry, his fingers brushed against something firm and round like a little bean.
“Ah, Archin, it's… weird.”
Nepethia jolted and clung to his neck, her face flushed bright red.
He delicately caressed her pleasure point. With every stroke of his fingers, the slick flesh grew wetter and more slippery. Whenever he swept over the glistening folds and brushed her sensitive spot, her waist lifted.
“Huuuung…!”
Archin whispered against her shoulder, his arm still wrapped around it.
“Nepethia, tell me. Is this it?”
There was no answer. He stared at her, eyes wide, and when she couldn't even catch her breath properly, his gaze burned. He wanted to see on her beautiful face exactly which spot made it twist in pleasure, which touch made her thick lips release those lewd cries. He never wanted to miss a single second.
“Here? Like this?”
“U-ugh… I don't know…”
From her slick sex came the sound of squelching. As she arched her waist and moaned, her face twisted more and more. Her eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, trembled, and the hand clutching him grew stronger.
“Aah!”
The moment Archin's finger slipped inside, he thrust it straight to the deepest part of her hole. Nepethia, eyes whitening, leaned her forehead against his shoulder and panted.
“Ah, Archin, ugh… huuung!”
Aware of her rising cry, Archin pulled her tightly into his arms. Despite having only inserted one finger, the soft inner walls squeezed around it, drawing his finger in like a fist. He moved his middle finger — wedged tightly inside — in a way that rubbed the hot, wet inside, while his thumb stroked her clitoris rapidly. Nepethia's wails grew louder.
The hand stimulating below grew faster and faster. Hot fluids poured out along the fingers that rammed into the narrowest space.
“Huuu, huuu, huuht…!”
Just before her scream could escape through the door, Archin's hand clapped over her mouth. The hand driving into her sex sped up mercilessly, and Nepethia writhed, trying to close her shaking legs.
“Ugh, uugh! Huuueugh!”
Archin's knee pinned her thigh, forcing her legs wide. She bit down, veins bulging on her arm as she shook his hand away, splattering fluid everywhere with the squelching sounds.
“…Huuueugh!”
From beneath the hand covering her mouth, her sobbing grew louder, and her fluids gushed out. Nepethia's body, now at the peak, continued to spurt clear, hot water several more times afterward.
“Haah… haah…”
Nepethia's exhausted body went limp. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. Archin kissed over those traces and hugged her tight with both arms, stroking her.
“How was it? Did you like it?”
“I… I don't know… I'm embarrassed.”
Nepethia buried her face in Archin's chest and answered in a voice growing weaker. She had come at him so boldly, and now she was embarrassed? Archin smiled faintly and stroked her hair a few times before rising.
Aftercare was a bit troublesome, but when he looked at the thoroughly soaked bed, a strange thrill made his heart pound as if it would burst.
Archin took his place between Nepethia's legs and glanced toward the door. There was no sound, but if it had been her cries, they would have reached the end of the corridor and even outside the building…
“Nepethia, can you hold back and not make a sound?”
He stroked his erect cock with a wet hand and asked quietly. Nepethia, staring up at him from the bed, nodded.
“Really?”
Archin aligned the tip of his cock with the entrance of her pink, flushed sex and slowly pushed in. She had said she could hold it, but soon a sigh-like moan escaped.
“Huuu, huuung….”
Despite being thoroughly wet, it was so tight she could barely take him in. Archin braced one hand and leaned his body over her, gripping her hips.
“Ha….”
He pushed his hard cock all the way to the deepest part of her tight inner walls. The warm, clinging walls squeezed him tightly. The moment he swallowed every inch down to the base, a low sigh finally escaped from Archin's lips.
Could he really not make a sound…?
When Archin's gaze met Nepethia's lips, it was then. Those lips. It was the perfect excuse. It seemed there was only one way to silence the overflowing cries that came so easily.
“…Nepethia.”
Archin gazed at her in a daze, then cupped her cheek with his hand. In the eyes drowned in heat, rationality vanished for a moment, leaving only pure, overwhelming desire toward Nepethia.