Chapter 60: Something to remember you...
A suffocating crimson flush rushed up Lyrielle’s neck, instantly staining her pale cheeks. Her emerald eyes darted frantically from Vince’s naked, muscular form to her mother, who was draped shamelessly over him, her chest proudly displaying the glowing purple mark of the Sovereign Crest.
The absolute shock of seeing the untouchable Queen of the Canopy looking so thoroughly conquered, dazed, and covered in another man’s scent shattered the young princess’s mind.
"I... I am so sorry! I didn’t—I will excuse myself!"
Lyrielle stammered, her voice squeaking in absolute mortification.
She spun on her heel, her long yellowish hair whipping behind her as she practically scrambled out of the chamber, slamming the heavy silver-leaved doors shut behind her. The echo of her hasty retreat rang loudly through the quiet room.
Vince watched the door close, a dry, amused chuckle escaping his throat. He looked down at the woman still clinging to his chest.
"Well. That certainly ruined the morning mood."
Moriele let out a soft, embarrassed sigh, burying her face into the crook of his neck for a brief moment before looking up at him with soft, worshipful eyes.
"That... that was Lyrielle. My daughter."
Vince’s eyebrows shot up. He had known the girl from their brief prior encounter possessed high-tier noble blood, but he hadn’t expected her to be this noble. The crown princess of the entire elven empire. A slow, calculating smirk spread across his face.
Interesting,
He thought.
This makes things much easier.
With the passionate atmosphere thoroughly broken, Vince gently nudged Moriele aside and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
He reached for his discarded trousers on the floor, preparing to dress.
Moriele’s heart clenched at his sudden withdrawal. The absolute devotion surging through her veins made her hyper-sensitive to his every movement. She sat up quickly, the silk sheets pooling around her voluptuous hips, her amber eyes wide with sudden, anxious insecurity.
"Did..."
She whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"Did I... did I do something wrong? Please tell me. I only wish to please you."
Vince paused, looking over his shoulder at the naked, anxious Queen. The sight of her looking so desperately eager to please him was incredibly satisfying.
He tossed his clothes back onto the floor, turning to wrap his hands around her waist. He pulled her flush against him, his large hands immediately capturing and firmly fondling her heavy, soft breasts, squeezing the yielding flesh with possessive hunger.
"You did nothing wrong, my beautiful pet,"
Vince murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, bruising kiss that left her breathless and whimpering.
He pulled away slowly, his thumb rubbing her swollen nipple.
"But I have to leave soon."
Moriele’s eyes widened, a look of pure distress washing over her features. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tight.
"Leave? No... please, Master, don’t go. Stay here. With me. The Canopy is ours now. Why must you leave so soon?"
"There is a storm coming, Moriele,"
Vince said, his voice dropping into a dark, serious tone.
"A conflict is brewing, and I need to prepare myself and my forces for what lies ahead. I cannot afford to be idle."
The Queen didn’t understand what kind of storm could possibly threaten a man of his terrifying power, but she knew she couldn’t change his mind.
Still, she couldn’t bear the thought of him vanishing just after she had completely surrendered her soul to him.
"Then at least... stay until dinner,"
She begged softly, her eyes glassy as she looked up at him.
"Please. Spend the day with me, and leave immediately after dinner. Just promise me you will return once you have taken care of your business."
Vince looked down at her pleading face, feeling the absolute sincerity of her plea.
"Fine. I will stay until dinner. But the moment it’s done, I’m leaving."
A soft, relieved sigh escaped her lips, but her amber eyes suddenly flared with a desperate, sultry hunger.
"If that is the case,"
Moriele murmured, her voice dripping with velvet seduction as she slid her hands down his chest, her fingers tracing his abs,
"then I should have something to hold on to while I wait for my Master to return."
Vince raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning.
"And what would that be?"
"A memory,"
She whispered.
Before Vince could reply, Moriele surged forward, capturing his mouth in a deep, wet, and incredibly dominant kiss.
She used her body weight to drag him back down onto the tangled silk sheets. Shifting her voluptuous hips, she climbed on top of him, her knees pinning his thighs as she positioned herself directly over his rock-hard, throbbing cock.
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Moriele hovered above him for a heartbeat, her amber eyes locked on Vince’s with pure, hazy devotion. Her silver hair cascaded around her shoulders as she reached down, wrapping her elegant fingers around his thick cock. She gave it a slow, reverent stroke, feeling it pulse hot and heavy in her grip, then guided the swollen head to her slick, welcoming pussy.
"Master..."
She breathed, voice thick with need. Without another word she sank down, taking him in one smooth, greedy motion.
A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as her tight, velvety walls stretched around his girth, swallowing every inch until her ass rested flush against his hips. The Sovereign Crest on her chest flared brighter, sending ripples of pleasure through her body that made her inner muscles flutter and squeeze him rhythmically.
She didn’t wait.
Bracing her hands on his muscular chest, Moriele began to ride him with urgent, rolling movements.
Her heavy breasts swayed hypnotically with each rise and fall, nipples stiff and begging for attention. She moved faster, hips grinding in tight circles on the downstroke, savoring the way his cock dragged against that sensitive spot deep inside her.
Vince’s hands gripped her plush thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he thrust up to meet her.
The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the royal bedchamber—skin slapping against skin, her slick arousal coating his cock and dripping down his balls with every bounce.
"Ah—Master... so deep,"
She whimpered, voice breaking into breathy gasps.
Her pace turned frantic, riding him harder, chasing her pleasure with shameless abandon.
The voluptuous Queen looked utterly lost in ecstasy, silver hair sticking to her flushed skin, amber eyes half-lidded and glassy.
She leaned forward, pressing her bouncing tits against his chest as her hips kept working in short, powerful strokes.
Her inner walls clenched greedily around him, milking his cock with every desperate movement.
Vince groaned, one hand sliding up to squeeze her ass, guiding her faster.
Moriele’s moans grew louder, needier.
"Please... fill me,"
She begged between gasps, never slowing her cowgirl rhythm.
A few more frantic bounces and her whole body tensed, pussy spasming hard around him as a sharp, shuddering orgasm tore through her.
The intense contractions pushed Vince over the edge right after—his cock throbbed violently, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching pussy.
They stayed locked together for a few breathless seconds, her body trembling atop his as the last waves of pleasure faded.
Moriele pressed a soft, adoring kiss to his lips, whispering against them,
"Thank you... Master."
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Hours later, the golden hue of dawn had long since transitioned into the cool, dark purple of dusk. True to his word, Vince had dined with the Queen in her private dining hall before quietly slipping away into the shadows of the palace.
He made his way back down the winding, vine-draped corridors toward his assigned guest chambers, his body relaxed and his mind fully focused on his next strategic moves.
He reached the door to his quarters, pressing his palm against the wooden seal to unlock it.
The door creaked open.
Vince stepped inside, only to pause mid-stride.
The room was dimly lit by a single mana-lamp.
Sitting quietly on the very edge of his bed, her hands clenched tightly in her lap and her head bowed, it was Lyrielle.
As the door clicked shut behind him, the young princess slowly raised her head. Her face was incredibly flushed, a chaotic mix of deep shame, confusion, and burning curiosity swirling in her emerald-green eyes.
She looked up at Vince, her lips parting as she prepared to demand the answers she had been agonizing over all day.
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