Chapter 57: 57. I Didn’t Know That I Would Do It With A Marshal**
Kyratiel’s eyes grew wide as Lucian’s lips suddenly touched hers with a lot of force. She was surprised by the rougher approach and froze for a moment because she wasn’t ready for the lack of hesitation or the confident exploration of her mouth.
But then something changed in her. The shock turned into curiosity, then into a heat that spread through her chest and lower.
She opened her mouth and let him in with a soft gasp that made his mouth vibrate.
"Mmh..." she breathed out against him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as her knees gave way a little. This wasn’t the soft, hesitant kiss she had in mind, but this was demanding, full of information that showed experience—not just with Glacielle, but with women in general.
Her hands went from his shoulders to his dark hair, pulling him closer as she forgot about her own lack of experience. She instinctively answered, matching his intensity with her own growing passion.
She opened her lips wider so he could kiss her more deeply. One of her hands slid down to grab the fabric of his shirt.
"Fuck..." she whispered against his mouth when they finally broke apart, both of them panting. Her purple eyes were dark with desire, and her pupils were wide open as they stared at his face. "I didn’t... I didn’t think..."
His voice was rough from his own arousal, and his breath was still coming in short pants.
"What?" he asked.
She admitted, "That you’d be so... good at this," and her cheeks turned darker.
"I thought you might be nervous or—" She stopped herself because she knew how dumb that sounded. "Never mind..."
"Glacielle did a good job of training you, didn’t she?" Kyratiel’s breath caught when the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.
"She did," he said, putting one hand on her jaw possessively and the other on her lower back to pull her close to him. "But I’m learning that practice makes perfect, and I’m excited to find out what else you like."
Kyratiel’s breath caught when he touched her. The way his hand on her jaw made her feel seen and wanted in a way she hadn’t felt in hundreds of years.
"We should... we should take this encounter somewhere more comfortable," she said, even though her body was telling her to let him keep going.
Kyratiel’s lips parted from Lucian’s, and a surprised, strangled scream came out of her mouth. With surprising confidence, his fingers found her most sensitive spot and pressed against her through the fabric of her underwear with firm, deliberate pressure.
"Ah—!" The sound was sharp and unplanned.
Before she could stop herself, her hips jerked forward into his touch. Her body showed how badly it had been waiting for this moment.
"Lucian, wait—" she gasped, but she was holding on to his shirt tighter, not pushing him away.
She couldn’t believe how well he moved his fingers. He wasn’t gentle; he was focused, using what he knew to find the exact spots that made her shudder and her thighs shake.
The rough, practiced touch sent waves of pleasure through her that built up faster than she had thought they would.
"Fuck, fuck..." she said, her golden eyes closing as her breathing got heavy.
He kept his other hand on her jaw, keeping her face still even though her whole body was shaking. "I didn’t think... you’d be so... oh god..."
His thumb moved in circles around her clit through the fabric, and his other fingers pressed down hard. The two sensations were too much for her.
Kyratiel’s knees gave way a little, but his arm around her waist kept her standing. His strength held her up as pleasure built up in her core like a spring that was getting tighter.
"Lucian... I’m... I’m going to..." she couldn’t finish the sentence.
"Ohh~!" Her back arched against him, and her body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"Nnnh—!" She screamed, her thighs tightening around his hand and her body shaking in his grip.
SQUIIRRRT~!
When the orgasm finally stopped, she fell against him, breathless and limp, with her face buried in his neck.
"Goddamn," she said in a hoarse voice. "You weren’t joking when you said you wanted to learn, were you?"
Kyratiel was on her knees before she could fully understand what was going on. The position was familiar to her; she’d seen it a lot in her hundreds of years of life, but the fact that Lucian’s hands were already in her hair and pushing her head forward made her skin tingle with excitement.
His cock was already hard, sticking out from his body in a way that made her lips part slightly. She had seen him naked before. His body was a work of art, with lean muscle and a strong sense of power, but seeing him like this, wanting her mouth on him, made her heart race.
She looked up at his face and said, "Fuck..." Her breath washed over him.
His face showed no doubt, only confidence and desire because it was very exciting for him to see the woman he once feared became like this.
She slowly leaned forward, letting her tongue touch the bottom of his shaft first so she could taste the salt in his sweat. She looked up at him through her lashes, and her golden eyes were dark with hunger.
"You want me to?" she asked in a voice that was barely above a whisper, even though her actions had already answered the question.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and stroked it slowly while she waited for permission she didn’t really need.
She opened her mouth and took him in when he nodded or made any sound of encouragement. At first, she didn’t take him all the way in; she only took enough to feel how heavy and hot he was on her tongue.
She sucked in her cheeks and started to suck harder, her head slowly bobbing as she got used to the size.
"Mmh..." The vibrations went through him, and she felt his fingers tighten a little in her hair.
She got more confident and took him deeper, her throat working around his length until he hit the back of her mouth.
She kept stroking what she couldn’t fit, and the sound of her sucking and his breathing getting heavier filled the room. She could feel him getting harder, which made her even more turned on.
Her other hand moved between her own thighs, pressing against her through her still-damp underwear.
He tasted like salt, musk, and pure manliness. She made her cheeks even more hollow, which made the suction stronger, and her tongue swirled around him as she learned what he liked, just like Glacielle had taught him and she had taught him.
"Kyratiel," he groaned, his voice sounding strained. "Don’t stop..."
"Please don’t stop by one bit."
His hips started to push against her mouth more and more urgently. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue and the blood rushing through the veins along his shaft.
Her own hand moved faster between her legs, rubbing her in time with how she was taking care of him.
She was getting dizzy from the taste of him. She took him deeper, and tears of pleasure and effort filled her eyes as her throat worked around his length.
She bobbed her head faster and held onto his thigh with her free hand for support. The wet sounds of her sucking got louder.
GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!
His grip on her hair got tighter, and his fingers got stuck in the dark strands as he started to fuck her mouth harder. "God, you’re good at this," he said, panting. "Better than I thought..."
The praise made her feel hot all over. She moaned around him, and the vibration went through his shaft.
That was all it took.
He groaned low and guttural as he came, and his whole body tensed. His cock got even bigger in her mouth. "FUCK! I’M CUMMINNGGG!!!"
SPLUUUUUUURRRRRTTTTTTTTT~!
She swallowed every drop, and her throat worked hard to take everything he gave her as her own orgasm hit her. As she came hard, her back arched and her fingers dug into her own clit.
Lucian pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop when it was over. His cock was still twitching and leaking.
Kyratiel stayed on her knees, breathing hard and shaking, with a thin line of his release connecting her swollen lips.
"That was..." she said, her voice hoarse. "Wow, that was..."
Kyratiel’s legs felt like jelly as she crawled onto the bed. Her body was still shaking from what had just happened.
She lay on her back, her thighs wide open in invitation, and her breathing was short and fast.
Her pussy was shining in the candlelight, swollen and red with desire, almost begging him to come. She could feel the wetness soaking through her underwear, which showed how badly her body wanted him.
"Come here," she said, her voice full of need as she reached out with shaking hands to bring him closer.
Her golden eyes were dark with desire, and her pupils were wide open. "I want you to be inside me right now."
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and pulled his face down to her core. "First, taste me," she said, her usual calmness gone, replaced by raw, desperate need.
"Be ready for me, because I won’t last long once you’re inside."
She held his hair tightly and pushed his face against her pussy. Her hips moved a little against his mouth. "Fuck, yes... that’s it," she said, her whole body shaking with excitement.
He started to lick her sensitive folds right away, and she cried out in pain, arching her back off the bed. "Oh god, yes... don’t stop," she gasped, pulling his hair tighter.
"I love the taste of your pussy..."
