Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 410

Chapter 410: A Slow But Exciting Ritual of Pleasure**

Third Person’s POV

“This is for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Will you wear them for me?”

In response, an even increased wave of shyness overcame her as she thought he was giving her a gift, though it was indeed true in a way.

She looked down and brought her hands behind her back in a gesture that unconsciously led to her large, heavy breasts jutting a bit forward towards his direction.

The sudden movement made them sway enticingly as her red, and painfully erect nipples stood out against the pale, white skin of her breasts.

She started to twist slightly back and forth on her bare feet in a nervous, adorable motion, before giving a slight, hesitant nod, but she didn’t know that this sight of hers was unbearably sexy in Ethan’s eyes.

Seeing her sway in such a sexy manner, a sudden and raw violent urge to hoist her leg on his shoulder, move her wet panties to the side, and fuck her pussy then and there roared through Ethan.

In his fantasy, he could almost feel her tight and virgin pink pussy clenching around his penis, but he mastered the impulse as she was to be one of his future wives, not some common whore, and this was her first true initiation into any sort of lustful activity.

He had to cherish it and build this pleasurable moment slowly with respect.

As this thought solidified in his mind, she suddenly reached out, intending to take the shoes from him, but he gently stopped her hand as his smile turned intimate.

“Let me do this for you,” he insisted.

She nodded as a flicker of youthful excitement now mingled with the shyness in her cerulean blue eyes, and seeing this, Ethan’s heart swelled with a possessive joy.

He bent low before her, and as he descended, he deliberately brought his face close to the thin, red fabric of her panties, where a few stray, blonde pubic hairs could be seen curling enticingly at the edges.

Seeing this, he inhaled deeply and filled his lungs with her intimate, musky scent that was the proof of her arousal.

“Aaahh~~!” she yelped and made a cute, startled sound at his brazen act that embarrassed her to no end.

But he, on the other hand, was savoring the unique fragrance that was a natural, heady perfume of a young girl and her budding passion.

As for her, the sensation of his warm breath and the nearness of his nose so close to her most private place sent a jolt of shame and anxious thrill through her.

She placed her pale, trembling palms on his head and whispered in a breathless and anxious voice between soft gasps.

“E-Ethan… i-it’s dirty there… please…”

But he completely ignored her meek protest.

Instead, he pressed his mouth firmly against the damp, warm depression of her panties, which was right over the delicate slit of her pussy, and gave a wet, sloppy kiss through the fabric, which quickly intensified into a powerful, sucking motion that sent vibrations straight to her sensitive core.

“Aaaahnnn~~~! Haaa…!”

In response, a loud and unfiltered moan was ripped from her throat.

It was a sound of pure, shocked pleasure, and she hastily brought a hand to her own mouth to stifle the next cry, as her eyes went wide.

But her pleasurable torment was cut short as Ethan pulled his mouth away, leaving behind a damp, marked spot on the red silk and the flushed, sensitive pink skin beneath that now tingled with the memory of his kiss.

She gazed down at him with her eyes hazy and shimmering with unshed tears as they reflected a storm of feeling she could scarcely comprehend.

An immense and untamed passion warred with an innocent, overflowing love within her, a torrent of emotion with no outlet.

He was her first crush, and the first man to make her feel this way, but the dizzying speed of the events that had now happened between them left her reeling.

She could never have imagined that such intimacy could blossom in such a short time, and one that would be so consuming and complete in just a few days with the future husband she had dreamed of.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Ethan never broke their intense eye contact.

His gaze contained a dominant will as his rough hands slid possessively over the impossibly smooth skin of her white thighs.

The contrast was electric as he dipped his head, and she felt the hot, damp press of his mouth against her core through the thin fabric of her panties again.

Even though it made her even more embarrassed, she didn’t protest much this time while he lingered there with his breath searing her pussy, before he continued his slow, deliberate descent of planting open-mouthed kisses along the tender skin of her inner thighs, each one a brand that made her muscles quiver.

To any unseen observer, the scene would have been one of devout reverence where Ethan would have seemed like a devout worshipper at the altar of a newfound deity, paying homage to the naked young girl with a focus that was both tender and ravenous.

Meanwhile, Lucy’s legs trembled uncontrollably with a continuous shudder born from a confusing, intoxicating cocktail of deep seated shame and an increasing level of the forbidden pleasure she was feeling.

Two warring voices were clashing in her mind currently, and she would have surely collapsed were it not for Ethan’s strong hands supporting her, holding her steady as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her inexperienced, virgin body.

One voice was pure and angelic as it whispered that she was being selfish with her parents and her family and that she shouldn’t allow a foreign man she barely knew to lower himself to kiss and adore her in such a base, carnal way.

While the other was a devilish siren call slithering from the depths of her heart, that urged her to surrender and to embrace the depravity that he brought with him and let it consume her while explaining that it promised untold, boundless pleasure in return.

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