Chapter 476: Nymeria Accidentally Walks In on a Night of Passion (Part 1)

Charles had no idea what was going through Nymeria’s mind. In the end, he could only sigh.

Forget it. She agreed to come to Bharata anyway. Worst case, I’ll just talk to her slowly on the road.

With that, he shook his head, turned, and left.

That night.

Over dinner, in front of all the nuns, Charles announced his upcoming plans. Naturally, some were happy, some were not, but since it was his decision, no one really objected—at most, a bit of quiet resentment in their hearts.

In the end, though, everything landed smoothly. No extra drama.

The only problem was that during the whole meal, Nymeria kept avoiding him, which worried him—but there was nothing he could do.

After dinner, he took the books from the scriptorium back to his room, changed into pajamas, stretched out on the bed, and read while resting.

He’d already bathed before dinner. Since Anno rarely came over, they’d spent the whole afternoon sparring together in the Training Grounds, both working up a serious sweat, so they’d washed and changed before eating.

Now, both of them were shower-fresh, lying lazily together on the bed, peaceful and relaxed.

He leaned against the headboard, quietly reading, while Anno lay beside him on her back, gazing up at his face. Her whole body felt restless, a hot impatience rising over and over inside her.

It was a little embarrassing to admit, but back in the bath chamber before dinner, Charles had already pulled her wet, naked body into his arms and tried to start something. She’d pushed him off with the excuse that "it’s still early, and we haven’t even eaten yet."

She’d honestly assumed that once they got back to the room, they’d get right to it. Instead, after dinner, he opened his book and started studying—with zero intention of making a move.

That left her feeling lonely and frustrated. But her skin was still thin; she really didn’t have the nerve to straight-up ask for sex. After a bit of hemming and hawing, she stretched out one pale little foot and lightly traced his toes twice. "What’re you reading?"

"Spellbook. Studying spells," Charles replied without looking up, still completely absorbed in the arcane theories in front of him.

"Oh." Anno fished for conversation. "What spell?"

"Seventh-level. Fire Storm," Charles said. "It’ll be really useful for dealing with undead."

"I see." Anno answered softly. The air turned a little awkward, and she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed herself up, leaned in close, and whispered against his shoulder, "The Last Time?"

Charles almost cracked up laughing on the spot. His procrastination tactic had worked perfectly—this girl was clearly at her limit and still had to pretend she had principles, going in circles just to ask.

He thought about teasing her a bit longer, totally steamrolling that last scrap of embarrassment. But looking at Anno’s expectant, crimson face, he reconsidered, deciding not to overdo it. "Alright. Let’s ’do the Last Time’ first."

Anno’s cheeks flared an even deeper red, but she didn’t argue. Charles rolled over, pressing her down into the mattress, and undid the pajama top wrapped around her body. In an instant, that proud pair of breasts sprang into full view before his eyes.

The rosy cherries at their peaks were already stiff and swollen, proof that their owner had long since been excited—dying for his touch.

Charles bowed his head and took one into his mouth, licking and sucking gently.

"Mmm..."

A tingling wave washed through her mind, and Anno let out a soft, pleased sound. She slapped one hand over her mouth, shy and satisfied, watching his expression as the reactions in her body grew more intense.

His free hand wasn’t idle either—it rose to cup her other breast, kneading lightly. After a while, his lips left her peaks and wandered down along the soft curve of her breasts, planting a trail of kisses across her flat but toned lower abdomen, passing over the well-groomed little triangle of hair, until his mouth finally came to rest on the sweet lips between her thighs—

"Ah—!"

Anno couldn’t hold back this time. A beautiful gasp spilled from her throat as her full thighs clamped down on his head on reflex, making it hard for him to breathe.

But Charles didn’t stop. He kept licking gently, his tongue tracing lazy circles over those vertical, tender petals before gliding up to the already-swollen nub above, sending a shock of electricity spearing straight into Anno’s mind.

The intense stimulation made her reach down and grab his hair. "Ah—"

She cried out in a long, trembling moan, shut her eyes, and braced herself to sink deeper into the pleasure. But right then, Charles suddenly pulled away from her lower body.

Anno blinked in confusion, opening her eyes just in time to see him unbutton his own pajamas and lie down beside her. "Come here," he said. "On top of me."

Anno did as she was told, climbing up to straddle him, leaning over his face, bewildered. "I’m... on top tonight?"

"Nope." Charles smiled up at her. "I’m teaching you something. Turn around, face the other way."

Anno obediently turned, facing away from him, her hips shifting forward—only to realize that his blood-engorged, massive cock couldn’t help but brush right up against her cheek.

Realizing what he wanted her to do, her face went scarlet. "No, I don’t want to... ah..."

Right then, Charles lifted his head slightly and gave her overflowing lower lips a slow, deliberate lick. His rough tongue dragged across her swollen nub and those tender, slick folds, and the sudden jolt of pleasure shattered her words, turning them into a breathy, coquettish moan.

"Just like that, sweetheart," Charles murmured from behind her. "You’ve got this. I believe in you."

"Go to hell!" Anno cursed, but the bite in it was weak. The last two times he’d pushed himself all the way into her throat had nearly made her gag, and she couldn’t help having a bit of resistance in her heart.

But looking at that thick, rigid shaft—so swollen it was almost flushed red—she couldn’t help thinking he must be suffering too, holding back like this. After a moment’s hesitation, her heart softened. She reached out a small hand and wrapped it around him, slowly pumping up and down.

Her movements were clumsy and cautious. She didn’t dare squeeze too hard, hoping at least to ease some of his tension.

Behind her, Charles didn’t mind her awkwardness in the slightest. He just went back to her dripping lips, licking and sucking with practiced skill, using his mouth to flood her with sweet, rolling waves of pleasure.

"Mmm..."

The indulgent sensations hit her mind again and again, each one stronger than the last. Anno’s breathing grew heavy, her eyes hazier by the second. Now she finally understood what was so good about this position.

There was a deep emptiness in her body, and staring at the massive thing pointed right at her face, she suddenly realized it wasn’t as unbearable as she remembered.

This time I’m the one on top. I’m not about to drive it into my throat myself.

That should be fine.

Her thoughts were already turning fuzzy, that earlier resistance fading. Her small mouth parted, and she took the huge, egg-shaped head between her lips.

"Woo..."

The lovely sensations from her lower body kept crashing through her, urging her to give Charles more in return. Her motions were still stiff, but she began to sink into it, discovering the strange thrill of toying with him like this, trying to give him an even better experience.

Feeling the gentle service of her small mouth around his lower half—even if her technique was inexperienced—Charles could tell she was hitting her stride. Out of the corner of his eye, a slow smile crept onto his lips.

Good. Progress might be slow, but it’s definitely progress.

Holding the sixty-nine position, he let his tongue move even more skillfully, sending the waves of pleasure building higher and higher inside her.

Finally, when the mounting bliss pushed past what her body could handle, Anno’s whole frame started to tremble. A small gush of molten heat slowly seeped out of her.

She let his thick cock slip from her mouth, its surface slick with her saliva. Panting hard, she weakly shoved it aside and flopped down over his thighs, her face full of replete satisfaction.

Charles sat up, then guided her to lie face-down on the bed. He was still brimming with energy—he hadn’t even released once.

He climbed over her, pressing his chest to her back, and leaned to whisper in her ear, "You did great, sweetheart."

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