Chapter 139 - - 139 - Warmth in a Distant Land - ll [R18]

Chapter 139: Chapter - 139 - Warmth in a Distant Land - ll [R18]

Lucien reached up, gently cupping her warm face in his hands, and looked into her eyes with endless patience.

"Do whatever you feel is right," Lucien murmured softly.

At his words, whatever lingering hesitation remained in Maisy vanished. She lowered her head and pressed her lips softly against his neck. Her breath hit his skin in short, hot puffs as she began trailing slow, deliberate kisses lower—mapping the tense column of his throat, tracing the strong slope of his chest, and working her way down the carved lines of his abs until she reached his weapon.

Pausing just above him, she kissed it tenderly, tracing every vein before opening her mouth to take him inside. She tried her absolute best to give Lucien pleasure, but his massive size made it impossible for her to swallow him completely. Lucien was far from disappointed. Maisy was giving him everything she had. Her mouth was extraordinarily tight, her warm tongue wrapping completely around his length as she established a steady, rhythmic motion—sucking him in and out, over and over again.

As Lucien neared his peak, Maisy felt his weapon pulse and swell even thicker against her tongue. Gathering her breath, she relaxed her throat and managed to take him almost all the way down. When she finally pulled back, gasping softly, she trailed hot, wet kisses back up his pelvis, stomach, and chest.

Her usually stoic face was making expressions Lucien had never seen before. To the outside world, she was a cold, unyielding woman, serving dutifully as Lucien’s personal maid. But here, in front of him, she had stripped away every layer of defense. She was hiding nothing from him—neither physically nor emotionally. She felt as though she had finally found the place where she truly belonged.

Maisy kissed him once more before Lucien took hold of her, pulling her against his chest and hugging her tightly from behind. His hard length pressed directly against her rear as he positioned himself over the entrance of her core, bending her forward in the warm bath until her delicate core was fully exposed.

"Maisy, are you ready?" Lucien asked, his voice low and steady against her ear.

"Yes," she whispered without hesitation.

Lucien eased the tip inside her a little, testing her tightness, and then pushed a fraction deeper.

"Are you okay, Maisy?" he asked softly, keeping his movements controlled.

"Yesss..." She let out a soft breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the tub. "I want to take it completely. I want to become one with you."

Lucien thrusted forward with a firm, deliberate motion. She was exceptionally tight, her inner core completely wrapping around him like a burning sheath. With another deep push, Lucien buried his weapon inside her completely. For a long moment, he held still within her depth, letting her body adapt to his size, fully aware that this was her very first time.

"I’m going to move now," Lucien whispered against her ear.

He took hold of her hips and began thrusting into her cute, narrow entrance. Every stroke was impossibly snug, her inner walls clinging to him as if actively sucking his weapon deeper into her core. As he thrusted again and again, Lucien leaned forward, capturing her lips and kissing her passionately.

"Lucien, faster... I can handle it," Maisy gasped out between kisses.

Hearing her request, Lucien immediately grabbed her hand and drove himself even deeper. His movements accelerated into a blistering pace. The intensity of each strike made her legs tremble violently, and her breasts bounced with every forceful impact against her back.

"Ahhhh! Lucien, it’s becoming even thicker... I can feel it!" Maisy cried out, her voice echoing over the water. "My core is spreading... ahhhhh!"

Her female essence began to pour out as her core clamped down even tighter around him. Lucien didn’t stop. His own essence had not yet reached its peak, so he reached out, grabbed her hair gently to tilt her head back, and thrusted with even greater force. Maisy’s mouth remained open, gasping in pure pleasure.

"Lucien... ahhhh!" Maisy moaned loudly. Her core had opened up to accommodate him in a way she never knew was possible, stretched to its absolute limit around his thick shaft.

Wanting to see her face, Lucien paused and turned her around to face him. A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over Maisy’s features, but Lucien immediately leaned in and claimed her lips in a deep, reassuring kiss. He lifted her easily into his arms. Maisy responded instinctively, locking her legs tightly around his waist. Her wet core pressed directly against Lucien’s stomach, opening, closing, and twitching with overwhelming sensitivity.

Lucien guided his weapon back to her entrance and pushed inside once more, completely disappearing within her depth.

"Ahhhhhh... I’m still not used to it!" Maisy screamed, clinging tightly to his shoulders. "It’s throbbing inside me, Lucien... ahhh! I can feel your veins... I can feel everything deep inside my core! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Lucien resumed a rhythmic, powerful thrusting. Before Maisy even realized what she was doing, she began taking the initiative herself, pulling his face closer and kissing him passionately on her own.

"Lucien... suck my breast," Maisy pleaded, her eyes hazy with desire.

Lucien immediately lowered his head, burying his face in her chest. He began licking her before taking the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking and gently biting down with his teeth like a hungry beast. The moment his mouth latched onto her breast, her core instantly constricted around his shaft.

"So that’s your weak point," Lucien murmured against her skin.

He began playing with her breasts wildly, squeezing and pulling them while continuing his steady rhythm. Before Maisy fully registered the movement, Lucien was lifting her completely out of the bathwater. He carried her out and walked straight toward the bed without ever pulling out. His weapon remained buried deep inside her, allowing her to feel the pulsing veins and the heavy rush of blood within him with every step he took.

She hugged his neck even tighter, the motion forcing his length to sink even deeper into her depths.

Lucien laid her down onto the bed, and Maisy immediately adjusted her position. Bending forward toward him, she raised her hips high, presenting herself to him completely. Lucien grabbed hold of her soft flesh and began thrusting into her once again. The power behind his movements was so immense that the wooden frame of the bed started to creak and break beneath them.

"Ahhhhh, Lucien! Tell me I belong to you!" Maisy cried out, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"You belong to me, Maisy... only me," Lucien declared, his voice filled with absolute dominance. "Your body, your soul, your very being is mine."

Any lingering shyness vanished from Maisy’s heart. She knew that Lucien had seen everything—her true heart, her raw body, her deepest vulnerability—and he had accepted every bit of her.

Lucien’s weapon was now throbbing heavily, reaching its limit and begging to release its essence. His thrusts grew exponentially harder and faster. Maisy moaned so loudly that her voice threatened to wake everyone in the surrounding area, but neither of them cared about the world outside.

"Shoot your essence inside, Lucien! I want to feel it!" Maisy begged, her body trembling on the verge of release.

The moment Lucien unleashed his fiery essence deep inside her core, a sudden, powerful surge of energy erupted within Maisy’s body. Her meridians flared, and her aura surged dramatically.

"Ahhhhhhh! Lucien, I’m having a breakthrough!" she gasped out in shock and pleasure.

Lucien pumped every single drop of his potent essence deep into her womb, refusing to pull his weapon out of her core for more than a minute as the intense energy circulated through her system.

"Ahhhh... ahhhh, it felt so good," Maisy panted, her body still quivering beneath him. "I feel like I’m becoming one with you, my lord..."

As the initial wave settled, she sat up and crawled down toward his length, taking his weapon back into her mouth to suck it clean. Even after releasing his essence, he remained fully erect, her warm throat causing him to swell even tighter.

"This tastes like our mixed juices of essence," Maisy whispered, looking up at him with clear, devoted eyes. She licked her lips teasingly. "Lucien, I want to taste your essence directly... please shoot it in my mouth."

Lucien reached down, taking hold of her head, and began thrusting his shaft deep inside her throat.

For ten full minutes, Maisy’s mouth was completely filled with Lucien’s thick weapon. He thrusted rhythmically into her throat until he reached his second peak, shooting his hot essence directly into her mouth. Pump after pump, the dense energy flowed down her throat and directly into her stomach. When he finally pulled his weapon back, he painted her mouth and face with the last few shots, leaving her covered in his white essence.

Maisy gathered every drop, swallowing hungrily before licking her fingers clean.

"Tasty..." Maisy breathed out, resting her hands on her knees. "Lucien, this is how I truly am. But only in front of you... only for you. Tell me... do you hate it? Do you hate seeing me like this?"

She opened her arms, sitting exposed on the bed and waiting for his judgment.

Without a word, Lucien pulled her close, spreading her legs wide as they sat face-to-face. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her onto his lap so that his hardened weapon buried itself completely back inside her core.

"What do you think?" Lucien asked softly, his tone intense as he thrusted upward into her depth. "Do you really think I could ever hate you?"

"Ahhhhhhhh! No... I—I don’t think so!" Maisy gasped, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he filled her once more. "I can’t... ahhhhh! I’m having another breakthrough! Lucien, don’t stop! Don’t stop!"

Even though her core was incredibly tight and swollen from the continuous pleasure, Lucien did not slow down. He thrusted deeper and deeper into her core, driving them both toward the edge. Just as another massive surge of breakthrough energy ruptured through her meridians, Lucien unloaded his dense essence deep within her once again.

The wild night continued without pause. By the time the golden light of morning arrived, Maisy was utterly spent. Trying to keep up with Lucien’s endless stamina had tested her to her absolute limits. Her core had been filled to overflowing multiple times throughout the night, and the incredible energy from his essence had pushed her cultivation all the way into the Mid Vein Opening Realm.

When Lucien opened his eyes, Maisy was sleeping peacefully in his arms, her bare skin pressed flush against his chest. Lucien reached down, resting his hand over her breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Maisy stirred instantly, her eyes fluttering open.

"Ah! I’m sorry, Lord Lucien!" she gasped, attempting to sit up in a hurry. "I’m still sleeping... I should get to work—"

She paused, looking around the disheveled room, and the full memory of everything that had transpired during the night flooded back into her mind. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"You saw everything last night..." Maisy murmured, looking down with an embarrassed expression. "Am I... am I boring to you now?"

"Where did you learn all these stupid thoughts?" Lucien said gently.

He sat up, cupped her chin with his hand, and pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. Lifting her body easily, he repositioned her so that she was sitting directly on top of him. The moment their lips met, Lucien’s weapon snapped back to full erection, its hard tip pressing directly against the sensitive slit of her core.

"You tell me," Lucien whispered, his thumb lightly stroking her cheek. "Do you think I’ve had enough of you?"

"N-No..." Maisy whimpered softly.

She lifted her hips slightly and slowly lowered herself down onto his weapon, pushing his full length back into her core.

"Why is it still so hard to fit inside? Ahhhh... it’s only halfway in... ahhh!" Maisy gasped, her inner walls tightening around him once more.

Before either of them realized how much time was passing, they spent several more hours of the morning dual cultivating together.

The festival grounds occupied the entire central plaza. A massive stage had been erected directly before the royal palace, and thousands of eager citizens crowded around its perimeter, craning their necks for even a fleeting glimpse of their rulers.

Lucien arrived at the plaza just as the royal family stepped out onto the stage. Before leaving the inn, he had left Maisy resting safely inside the room, placing a powerful protective barrier around the area just in case.

King Kavor was notably absent from the gathering—widespread rumors claimed he had been in deep seclusion for years as his health steadily failed.

In his place stood Queen Veyra. Though in her fifties, she possessed a breathtaking, mature beauty that seemed entirely untouched by age. She wore a regal gown of deep crimson and gold that clung tightly to her hourglass silhouette, emphasizing every curve of her full bust and flared hips. Her sharp, cold eyes swept over the massive crowd with absolute command, and her rich, mature presence radiated an irresistible, dangerous allure. She wore her royal authority not just as armor, but as a intoxicating display of power that made every eye in the plaza fixate on her. Beside her stood Crown Prince Varen, a handsome young man who possessed his mother’s calculating eyes, though none of her cold patience.

The prince stepped forward to the front of the stage, basking arrogantly in the attention of the cheering crowd.

"Citizens of Veylcrest!" Prince Varen projected his voice across the central plaza, his tone booming over the thousands of onlookers. "Today, I demonstrate the blessing of heaven upon our royal line!"