Chapter 148 - - 148 - Untamed Desires l [R18]

Chapter 148: Chapter - 148 - Untamed Desires l [R18]

The King agreed to all of Lucien’s terms without a single argument.

He would publicly endorse Zaria at the upcoming Council of Succession, grant her the absolute right to choose her own personal advisors, and bestow upon Lucien full access to the royal vaults alongside an elevated position at court. Lucien had no intention of occupying that position for very long, but for the immediate future, the authority and freedom of movement it provided were essential.

"There is still a severe problem," the King said, his voice heavy with concern as he looked between them. "The Council convenes in three days, and the Queen has already used her gold to buy off the majority of the high officials."

"Leave the officials to me," Lucien replied calmly. "Your only task is to focus on staying alive until the Council meets. Who knows what the Queen might attempt if she discovers you have suddenly returned to full health."

The King frowned, studying Lucien’s unbothered expression. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. Just focus on yourself," Lucien said, his tone entirely casual, speaking to the sovereign as though they were absolute equals.

Without waiting for a dismissal, Lucien turned and walked toward the heavy wooden door of the chamber. Zaria lingered for a moment, looking back at her father. Her chest tight with relief and a profound sense of gratitude. Lucien had felt like an unexpected miracle arriving at her darkest hour, lifting her from powerlessness and transforming her into someone who could stand tall. He had even healed her dying father, bringing him back from the brink when all hope had been exhausted.

"Father..." she whispered softly.

The King’s stern expression softened completely as he looked at his daughter. "Don’t worry, Zaria. You have grown remarkably strong. I am proud of you."

Zaria nodded, her jaw tightening as she fought back her emotions, and turned to follow Lucien out into the corridor.

When Lucien, Zaria, and Vex returned to the quiet safety of their hidden safe house, Zaria immediately turned to her loyal servant. "Vex, go and keep a close eye on the nobles and council members. Who knows what arrangements they are making in secret."

Vex bowed deeply without hesitation. "Yes, my lady. I will gather every piece of intelligence I can find."

As Zaria turned and began walking toward the inner sleeping quarters, Vex lingered for a fraction of a second, biting her lower lip as she looked at Lucien. She knew precisely what was about to unfold between the two of them, and Lucien merely offered her a slow, faint smile.

Step by step, Vex moved closer to Lucien before he could follow Zaria. While Zaria’s back was turned, Vex reached out with a subtle, deliberate movement, her fingers sliding down between his legs to trace the hard, heavy shape pressing firmly against his trousers. She bit her lip again, leaning in until her breath was hot against his ear.

"It seems you are going to put this massive thing to work today," she whispered in a low, raspy tone, making sure her voice didn’t carry across the room. "It’s even bigger than I imagined. Break her completely, Lucien. Ruin my lady tonight."

Lucien raised his hand without a word, sliding his fingers down between Vex’s thighs. Even through the fabric of her fitted clothes, he could feel the intense heat radiating from her body.

"Don’t worry," Lucien murmured against her cheek, his fingers pressing firmly against her wet slit through her garments, gripping her tightly. "After I finish with her, you’re next."

Vex let out a faint, shaky breath, her eyes heavy with heat and desire as her body trembled under his touch. "Oh, you’re already soaked," Lucien added with a quiet chuckle. "I wonder if you’ll stay hidden somewhere nearby, watching your mistress surrender to me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her."

"Ah... I-I really should go," Vex gasped softly, pulling back just enough to break his hold. She turned toward the exit, swaying her hips deliberately with every step in an open invitation. Lucien reached out, delivering a sharp, satisfying slap across her rear before giving the soft flesh a firm squeeze. Vex glanced back over her shoulder with a breathless flush, then darted out into the shadows of the evening, leaving them entirely alone for the first time since the festival.

Inside the bedroom, the heavy silence settled quickly. Zaria sat on the edge of the low bed, her eyes fixed blankly on the stone wall across from her. Her hands were trembling visibly in her lap as her mind raced back to her father’s bedside, consumed by the terrifying thought of how close she had come to losing everything.

"I almost lost him," she whispered into the quiet room, her voice small and fragile. "My father... I almost lost him today."

"But you didn’t," Lucien said quietly.

He poured two small glasses of dark wine, walked over, and handed one to her before taking a seat right beside her on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped under his weight, bringing his physical presence close enough for her to feel the radiant warmth of his skin.

"He is alive, he is clear-headed, and in three days, he will stand before the kingdom and name you his rightful heir," Lucien continued.

Zaria turned her head, her gaze locking onto his face. "Because of you," she said softly, her voice filled with raw emotion. "Everything that happened today is because of you. If you hadn’t been there... I don’t even want to imagine what my life would look like right now."

Lucien reached out, resting his heavy hand on her bare thigh, his fingers pressing gently into her soft skin. "It was your own resolve that saved him, Zaria. Your strength brought you this far, and it’s what made you strong enough to survive. But... I certainly don’t mind being useful."

A short, breathless laugh escaped her lips—a helpless, broken sound born from overwhelming relief. She lowered her own hand onto his leg, her fingers sliding up his thigh with a sudden, restless hunger. Setting her wine glass aside onto the nightstand, she slid closer and pulled him in, closing her mouth over his in a deep, reckless kiss.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss, nor was it soft or sweet. It was desperate, fierce, and demanding—the kiss of a woman who had carried the heavy burden of isolation for far too long and was finally letting go. Lucien responded instantly, wrapping one arm around her slender waist while his other hand tangled firmly into the back of her long hair, pulling her tight against his chest.

Shifted by the sudden rush of passion, Lucien leaned back against the headboard, and Zaria immediately climbed onto his lap, straddling him completely. Her hands gripped his shoulders as their bodies aligned, leaving nothing but thin layers of cloth pressed flush against each other. She could feel every inch of his hard frame beneath her, especially the thick, throbbing length resting beneath his trousers, growing harder with every second they pressed together.

She knew he wanted her just as badly. Lucien broke the kiss for a split second, taking hold of her waist, and rolled her over onto her back across the wide bed.

Zaria lay panting against the sheets, her cheeks flushed red and her chest heaving as she caught her breath, but Lucien gave her no time to recover. He leaned down immediately, claiming her lips once again in a rough, intoxicating kiss that consumed her entirely.

Her hands moved down his stomach, her fingers reaching blindly between his legs until she wrapped her hand around the thick bulge trapped inside his trousers. Even through the fabric, the heat radiating from him was incredible. Driven by a sudden surge of heat pooling low in her stomach, Zaria pulled at his belt and unfastened his clothes, pushing the fabric down until he was completely exposed to her.

When her eyes fell upon his naked manhood, her breath hitched sharply. She had never seen a man stripped bare like this before; she had heard whispered rumors, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer size and commanding presence of what lay before her. It was long, impossibly thick, and heavily veined, throbbing with a dark, rhythmically pulsing heat.

Before she could process the sight, Lucien captured her mouth once more, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth. Zaria’s hand reached out instinctively, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. She tried to stroke him, but her hand could barely wrap all the way around his enormous girth.

As the kiss turned deeper and hotter, Lucien reached down and pulled her heavy robes free, stripping her until she lay exposed before him in nothing but her thin lace underwear. His large hand immediately covered one of her full, bare breasts, his warm fingers molding firmly over the soft, round flesh. He squeezed her breast with a steady, commanding rhythm, making the plump peak harden instantly under his palm.

Zaria arches her back off the mattress, a high, needy moan escaping her throat with every squeeze he delivered. The sharp bursts of pleasure sent electricity straight down to the center of her body. Looking up at him through heavy eyelids, she saw the dark, predatory hunger burning in Lucien’s eyes—a hunger that matched the desperate ache stirring inside her own hips. She wanted him inside her. She wanted that massive, throbbing heat filling her completely. Just the image of him driving into her was enough to send a wet warmth slicking down her innermost thighs.

Lucien dragged his mouth down from her lips, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across the sensitive curve of her jaw, sliding down the length of her neck, and lingering over the heavy swells of her bouncing chest. He took her peak into his mouth, sucking firmly while his hand slid lower, gliding across her smooth belly until his fingertips brushed against the damp fabric of her underwear.

The lace was completely drenched.

"Look at you," Lucien murmured against her skin, a low, teasing smile playing on his lips. "Someone is more than ready."

A sudden wave of heat rushed to Zaria’s face, a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming desire. "It... it just happened," she stammered softly, her hands clutching at the bedsheets. "It’s not my fault..."

Lucien chuckled softly, leaning down to press a warm kiss right over the wet lace before hooking his fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulling the delicate fabric down her legs, stripping her completely bare.

He gently pushed her knees apart, opening her thighs wide until her softest, most delicate entrance was fully displayed to him, glistening and wet with her own body’s natural heat. Zaria watched him with a pounding heart, her cheeks burning with bashfulness, yet she didn’t attempt to cover herself or pull away. She stared at the imposing length of his shaft, which throbbed noticeably closer to her thighs.

Lucien lowered his head between her parted legs. Opening his mouth wide, he pressed his warm lips directly over her swollen, sensitive slit, sweeping his broad, hot tongue upward in one long, firm stroke.

The sheer intensity of the feeling made Zaria gasp loudly. A sharp shiver ran straight through her spine, and her hands flew up to clutch her own full breasts, her fingers digging into her soft skin as she stared down at him in disbelief.

Lucien didn’t slow down. He licked her deeply, his broad tongue working over her soft, delicate flesh with practiced power, opening her up with wet, deliberate strokes. Reaching up with one hand, he used two fingers to gently part her outer folds, exposing the sensitive heart of her desire before laying a deep, hot lick directly against her innermost entrance.

A violent jolt tore through Zaria’s entire body. The sensation hit her so hard her toes curled, feeling an overwhelming rush of pressure building fast deep inside her belly.

Lucien shifted his gaze upward, locking his dark eyes directly onto hers as he slowly pushed his long index finger straight inside her wet, narrow passage.

"Ahh... ahh! Lucien!" Zaria cried out, her back arching wildly off the bed.

While his finger glided smoothly in and out of her tight, clinging heat, Lucien lowered his mouth back down, continuing to stroke her sensitive pleasure point with his tongue in a relentless rhythm.

Zaria let her legs fall wider apart, completely helpless to the sensations drowning her mind. Lucien’s free hand moved up to cup her full breast, squeezing the soft, plump mound firmly, teasing the hard peak while his mouth and fingers devoured her lower half without mercy. She made soft, frantic sounds she never imagined she was capable of uttering, her mind completely cleared of all fear, all politics, and all stress. There was nothing left in her world except the intense, intoxicating pleasure of being taken by Lucien.

The inner coils tight inside her belly snapped suddenly. The pleasure spiraled far beyond what her body could handle, and with a soft, breathy scream, Zaria’s thighs clamped tightly around Lucien’s head. Her body jerked in intense spasms as a wave of hot, sweet release burst from her delicate core, flooding into his waiting mouth.

Lucien took every drop, swallowing her sweet nectar with clear satisfaction as her body trembled through the lingering aftershocks of her climax.

Slowly, Lucien sat back on his knees over the bed, his dark eyes gleaming with quiet dominance. Zaria, still panting heavily with her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, pulled herself up onto her hands and knees, sliding close to him.

His massive manhood stood fully erect before her face, throbbing with a subtle upward curve and heavy veins pulsing along its thick length. Zaria looked from the massive shaft up to his confident face. Slowly, timidly, she reached out her soft hand, her fingers wrapping around his hot length, gently stroking the smooth skin up and down as she prepared herself for what was to come next.