Chapter 149 - - 149 - Untamed Desires ll [R18]

Chapter 149: Chapter - 149 - Untamed Desires ll [R18]

Lucien knelt beside the bed, his breathing steady and heavy in the dim room. Beside him, Zaria looked down, her gaze locked onto his fully erect shaft, thick and curved slightly upward, throbbing with a dark, heavy pulse. The Princess of Veylcrest leaned closer, her fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around his length, tracing the hard, swollen veins. She began sliding her hand up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm, slicking his skin with the pre-ejaculation gathering at the tip.

She brought her face closer, her warm, ragged breath brushing over his head before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against it. Opening her mouth wide, she took him in, though his width made it impossible to swallow more than a small fraction at first. Her hot tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, teasing and wetting him before she pushed her head forward with a firm, determined motion. Her throat stretched to accommodate the intrusion, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she began bobbing her head in and out, establishing a wet, rhythmic cadence.

Her saliva slicked his entire shaft, dripping down to his base. Driven by desire, she attempted to force him deeper, a wet, choked sound echoing from her throat as she forced her jaw open further to take more of his length down her gullet.

Lucien reached down, his fingers weaving firmly through her hair to control her pace, matching her wet suction with shallow, steady thrusts directly into her mouth. She adapted quickly, working her jaw and tongue continuously to engulf as much of him as her throat could manage. At the same time, Lucien reached between her spread thighs, his fingers sliding down through her drenched folds. She was completely overflowing, her natural fluids coating his palm as he stroked her swollen center, proving how thoroughly her body had surrendered to the moment.

Shifting his weight onto the bed, Lucien spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening, swollen entrance completely. Zaria made no attempt to cover herself; her eyes were glossy and wide, fixed entirely on him and the thick length hovering just inches above her dripping heat.

The head of his shaft brushed along her folds, sliding back and forth through the pool of moisture gathered at her slit. A violent shudder ran through her entire frame, her hands reaching down to grab the backs of her thighs, pulling her knees further toward her chest to open herself up completely.

"Are you ready, future queen of Veylcrest?" Lucien asked, his voice low, deep, and commanding.

"Yes, my lord... take me, mark me, make me yours," Zaria gasped, completely unconcerned with how loud her voice echoed inside the safe house.

Lucien rested its broad head directly against her opening, teasing the tight rim by pressing against it without breaking through, sliding the slick head up and down over her ultrasensitive flesh.

"I’ll do anything... I just want it inside me!" she screamed, her hips twitching upward helplessly.

Without holding back any longer, Lucien aligned his shaft and pushed forward with heavy pressure. He hit immediate resistance—the tight, unyielding barrier of her purity. Pulling back just an inch to gain leverage, he drove his hips forward in a single, brutal surge, shattering the seal and burying his thick length entirely inside her scorching, tight warmth.

"Ahhhhh... ahh, ahh, it’s so good! I can’t... my essence is coming out!" Zaria screamed aloud, her back arching off the mattress as an overwhelming wave of pleasure ripped through her core.

The moment he broke through her depths, a fresh deluge of her warm fluids flooded out, completely slicking his shaft and coating the skin between her thighs. Lucien held still buried deep within her for several long seconds, savoring the intense squeeze of her tight walls pulsing violently around him. He felt every vein of his length squeezed by her inner heat, while Zaria panted frantically beneath him, stretched completely full and overwhelmed by the sheer mass filling her body.

Once the initial shock of her climax subsided, Lucien began to move, pulling back until only his tip remained inside before driving hard into her once again.

"Ahhhhh... faster, Lucien! Don’t care about my body... break me, fill me, spread me, make me yours!" Zaria pleaded, her fingernails digging deep into the bedsheets.

Hearing her words, Lucien abandoned all restraint. He increased his speed to a punishing, relentless pace, pounding his heavy hips into her again and again, hitting the absolute limit of her internal passage with every stroke. Each impact forced raw, loud moans from her chest, her thighs trembling as he pushed her body past its natural limits.

"Ahhhhh... I love you, Lucien... I love you... destroy me!" she gasped out, lost entirely to the physical sensation.

He thrust continuously, lifting her hips slightly to alter the angle and penetrate even deeper than before. Settling his upper body directly over hers, he slammed his mouth down onto hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth to swallow her cries while his lower body maintained a relentless rhythm below.

She clung to him in absolute bliss, completely consumed by the heat generated between their bodies. Lucien shifted his attention down to her chest, taking one erect nipple into his mouth, licking and biting the hard peak while continuing his heavy, rhythmic pounding down below.

After a long, continuous bout of deep thrusting, Lucien rolled onto his back. Zaria immediately scrambled on top of him, leaning down to lick his chest and collarbone before sliding her tongue back down his length. Taking him into her mouth once more, she swallowed the mixture of her own slickness and his heavy pre-cum, savoring the taste before pulling up and positioning herself over his tip.

Guiding his thick shaft to her dripping entrance, she sank down with all her weight, taking the entire length back inside her body. Gripping his broad hips with both hands, she began to ride him vigorously, moving up and down with rapid, heavy thrusts. Her plump hips slammed down against his pelvis with every descent, driving his shaft as deep into her belly as physically possible.

As Lucien neared his release, his shaft swelled even thicker within her narrow passage. Zaria, feeling the sudden expansion inside her, accelerated her pace, her own lower body twitching uncontrollably as another violent orgasm tore through her, releasing even more slick fluids. With a final, massive thrust from beneath, Lucien released his hot, concentrated essence deep inside her, filling her completely to the brim.

"Ahhhh... it’s so warm, Lucien... ahhhh, I want more! I can feel my strength increasing... my cultivation... fill me more!" Zaria panted, collapsing onto his chest with ragged breaths.

Lucien kissed her deeply before flipping her over flat onto her stomach. Positioning himself over her prone form, he lined up his sticky, dripping shaft—still thick and hard, slicked with his earlier release—and drove back inside her from behind, resuming a steady, deep pounding against her flattened body.

Reaching down, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. From this dog position, Lucien drove into her with unchecked power, his hands gripping her hips tightly to pull her back into every strike. The loud, wet sound of flesh slamming against flesh filled the room, leaving her thighs and cheeks flushed red from the force of his hips. With a final series of heavy thrusts, he released another full surge of essence deep inside her body.

"Ahhhh... my cultivation... it’s rising so fast!" Zaria cried out, her face buried in the pillows.

Without allowing him to pull out, she immediately rolled back onto her spine, spreading her legs wide once more. Lucien pushed forward instantly, sealing his essence inside her and filling her tight interior even further. As he worked his hips back and forth, Zaria reached down, placing her hands over his hips to force him deeper with every strike, locking her ankles tightly around his lower back to trap his shaft inside her as he released yet again, filling her womb to capacity.

During the height of their union, Lucien suddenly paused for a fraction of a second, sensing a faint presence nearby. Turning his head toward the shadowed corner of the safe house, he caught sight of Vex standing near the cracked doorway, silently watching them.

Vex stood frozen in the dark. One of her hands was slipped deep beneath her inner robes, working rapidly between her legs, while her other hand squeezed her own bare breast through her open collar. When Lucien looked directly into her eyes, she did not pull back. Her breathing hitched, her fingers moving faster and harder inside her own heat.

Lucien let out a dark smile and maintained unbroken eye contact with Vex, driving his hips faster and harder inside Zaria. As Zaria screamed out in another intense climax, her fluids spraying over the sheets, Vex hit her own breaking point in the doorway. Her body trembled violently as her essence gushed out, soaking through her lower robes and dripping onto the wooden floorboards. Unable to stop herself, Vex kept stroking her own wet center in the shadows, completely fixated on the sight of Lucien and Zaria.

Hours later, the violent movement in the room finally subsided, leaving Lucien and Zaria lying tangled together in the dark. Zaria lay flat on her stomach, her breathing slowly returning to normal while her core twitched involuntarily, slowly leaking the excess fluid that filled her inside.

"I feel significantly stronger now," Zaria murmured playfully, tracing a finger along Lucien’s chest. "Is this why you did all of that?"

"No," Lucien replied evenly, staring up at the ceiling. "That was just a bonus."

Zaria let out a soft laugh. "You’re impossible." She paused, her expression turning serious as she looked at him. "What happens after the Council? After I am crowned Queen?"

"You rule. I advise. The kingdom prospers," Lucien said calmly. He turned his head slightly toward her. "And I take what I want from the royal vaults."

"And after that?"

"And after that, I leave. There are other treasures in this realm, and other opportunities to pursue."

Silence fell between them for a moment before Zaria spoke again, her voice lower. "Will you ever come back?"

"I always come back," Lucien said. Reaching down, he rested his palm over her lower abdomen, his fingers brushing against her entrance. "Don’t worry. I will certainly return for this."

Zaria smiled slightly, resting her head against his chest. "It seems you enjoyed yourself just as much as I did. I’m glad... I was beginning to think I was the only one entirely consumed by it."

On the other side of the city, inside the inner sanctum of the royal palace, Queen Veyra sat in near darkness, calculating her next move.

Despite the strict security surrounding the safe house and the precautions taken by the princess’s faction, information had still leaked through her network of informants. The reports were clear: the King was no longer comatose. He was awake, coherent, and had already spoken directly with Princess Zaria. Further reports indicated that the unknown cultivator had been spotted entering the palace grounds shortly before the event.

While Veyra did not know the exact details of what had transpired inside the King’s chambers, the implications were obvious.

She sat at her desk, a cup of herbal tea sitting cold and untouched before her, her expression unreadable as she weighed her choices.

The King’s recovery posed an immediate threat to her authority. If he officially named Zaria as his sole heir, her political power would evaporate overnight. Worse, he could override her decrees and launch a formal investigation into the origins of his sudden illness, exposing her involvement with the poison. Time was no longer on her side.

She raised her hand and gestured to the guard standing by the door. "Bring my son here immediately."

Within an hour, Prince Varen entered the room, his face pale and his movements tense. "Mother? What has happened? Why did you call for me at this hour?"

"The King is awake," Veyra said, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. "The princess is making her move to secure the throne, and our window of opportunity is closing."

Varen swallowed hard, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "What are we going to do?"

"Tonight, you will go directly to the King’s private chambers," Veyra instructed coldly. "You will fall to your knees, beg for his forgiveness, and tell him that you were manipulated. Tell him that I forced you to comply with everything against your will."

Varen stared at her in utter disbelief. "You... you want me to betray you to the King?"

"I want you to survive," Veyra replied, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him. "If the King believes you were merely a puppet and a victim of my ambition, he may spare your life and retain your status. If he believes you were a co-conspirator, he will execute you alongside the rest of our faction."

Varen’s throat worked as he struggled to process her words. "And what about you, Mother? What happens to you if I say those things?"

"Do not concern yourself with my fate," Veyra said, standing up from her chair and turning toward the window overlooking the capital. "I have already made the necessary preparations for my own path."