Free Web NovelChapter 94: But Your Woman I [R18]
The moment those words left her lips, Luka’s eyes slowly opened without any confusion as he placed his hands behind his head with a smile. He watched Galatea quietly. A focused hunger lurked in the depths of his crimson irises.
Her fingers froze around his swelling shaft, and the faint courage burning in her chest almost scattered. Yet before she could retreat, Luka’s leg slipped from beneath the blanket and pushed between her thighs and sank into her crotch.
Shlick~
The slow shift of his leg rubbed along her wet crevice.
"My beloved little Galatea, is that what you came to tell me in the dark hours of the night?"
His raspy voice vibrated sensually but lacked his usual softness. The rough edge made Galatea’s thighs press together, gripping his leg in place and trapping him beneath her as the heat between her legs pulsed wetly against his knee.
She swallowed the pleasure and snorted, forcing the hot air through her nose.
"Haa... Lord Luka... I came because I hate it."
"What do you hate, Lala?"
"T-The way they touch you... look at you and how you smile whenever other women show you a bit of kindness while I stand behind you like some loyal dog..."
"Oho?"
Luka shifted his leg faster, her thick love juices smearing across his knee as they spread her soft petals apart with a wet squish.
"And right now, do they still matter?"
Galatea looked down at him, her loose blonde hair falling around her face as candlelight painted the scars and faint wounds across her body.
She had spent her life hiding those marks behind armour, duty and discipline, yet now she straddled him with her breasts bare, her breathing shallow, and his cock growing harder in her trembling hand.
"Now I want to know if you look at me the same way."
Luka traced her body with a slow, clinging gaze.
His cock throbbed the more he glanced at her muscular thighs, her tight abs covered in faint scars and then to her heavy, drooping tits with a slight tan line from her constant training.
Her voice became stifled as his gaze, full of sexual desire and lust, overwrote the kind and gentle Luka, as it blurred the commanding and masterful image of Lucifer... as his crimson eyes, reminiscent of blood, stared at her crotch and tits.
Unlike Cedric, this felt good.
A heat swelled from deep within her abdomen.
Her pussy oozed more thick translucent fluids as she glided against his knee faster.
His eyes lingered on every scar, every trained curve, every hard-earned line of muscle and softness that war had failed to ruin.
The longer he looked, the more Galatea felt her shame twist into heat.
"You think I don’t see you like them, did you never think you were the most important of all women in my eyes?"
"W-What!?"
The words felt too convenient, and she almost believed this was another of her daydreams as she parted her lips while lost in a panic.
"I don’t know."
That was the most honest thing she had said all night.
Luka sat up suddenly.
Galatea gasped as his free arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her down beneath him, forcing the hardening length in her hand to press between their bodies. His mouth stopped a mere breath from hers.
"Then learn properly."
He kissed her before she could answer.
The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle, but rough and ravenous.
Galatea had imagined many things, especially during those shameful moments after battle when her mind wandered, and her body grew hot despite herself. She imagined a soft confession, a restrained touch, the kind of delicate kiss sung about by noble ladies and foolish maids.
This was nothing like that.
Luka’s mouth devoured hers with bruising force, his tongue pushing between her lips as his fingers sank into the bare flesh of her waist, squeezing and pulling her hips closer.
The hot length of his cock pushed between her thighs, slowly pulling the soft lips of her sticky cleft. Galatea’s back curved from the shock, and a low sound escaped her throat as his taste filled her mouth.
Wine, warmth and something bitter.
"Mmmmph.... Nnn.... Wha..."
The taste filled her mouth as Luka kissed her deeper, rougher, until Galatea forgot the shame of being half-naked and the world outside his bed.
His cock remained trapped between her thighs, sliding through her wet cleft each time he dragged her hips closer, the swollen length grinding against her soft petals without entering. The obscene friction made her gasp into his mouth, and every shallow thrust smeared more of her viscous fluids across his shaft.
"Luka..." she moaned against his lips, struggling to hold her breaking voice whenever the thick head brushed her clit.
He smirked down at her, one hand gripping her waist while the other sank into her ass, spreading her just enough to make the pressure between her thighs increase enough to tightly squeeze his cock.
"So wet already, Lala. Were you this jealous?"
"Shut up... w-who is Lalaaaah~"
"What a lovely singing voice, my dear Lala... It’s because you were clearly jealous of Vivi."
He rolled his hips upward, dragging his cock through her slit with a wet, sticky squelch that made her eyes flutter.
Galatea’s thighs clenched around him, not letting him escape, and she forgot shame as she started moving with him, rubbing herself against the hot shaft like her body had forgotten every ounce of pride she owned.
Luka watched her face closely, his crimson eyes drinking every little reaction, every quiver or moan.
"Look at you, my proud knight, sneaking into my bed, dripping all over my sheets and cock, desperate for it before I even touched you properly."
Her cheeks dyed bright red as she lowered her head and bit his shoulder.
Luka hissed, then laughed under his breath.
"What a fierce woman you are."
"Shut up!"
"Then silence me."
Before she could understand, his hands tightened around her hips and lifted her off the sheets, turning her body with ease.
Galatea yelped as the room spun, her body twisting until she found herself kneeling over him in the opposite direction, her thighs spread around his face, while his fat, heavy cock slapped against her cheek, sinking into the soft flesh.
Her mind blanked.
"L-Luka...? It’s dirty down there... I haven’t wiped yet...."
"Oh my~ is my knight lacking hygienic care?"
"W-What do you mean... Hnnnn!?"
His breath brushed against her soaked folds, and her whole body trembled.
The position was vulgar beyond anything she had imagined. Her naked pussy hovered above his mouth, wet and exposed, while his cock twitched inches from her face, the dark, swollen head glossy from rubbing between her thighs.
She barely had time to feel embarrassed before Luka pulled her hips down and slid his tongue along her crevice.
His tongue slithered like a snake, curling from left to right, until reaching her clit, as her warm, tangy fluids filled his mouth, pooling stickily on his tongue.
Then he flicked the soft bud, circling the delicate hood still covering it, and slowly peeled it back with a wet slurp.
Galatea cried out, one hand slapping against the bed as pleasure speared up her spine. His tongue was hot and slow, licking from her entrance to her clit, gathering the slimy mess she had made before circling the swollen bud with cruel patience.
"Luka, wait...!"
He ignored her completely.
His thumbs spread her folds wider, exposing her twitching hole to his mouth as he licked her again, deeper this time, almost as if he wanted to taste every drop she leaked. The lewd sound of his tongue against her wet pussy filled the room, and Galatea’s thighs shook around his head.
Then his cock brushed her lips.
The movement snapped her attention downward.
It was heavy, with dense veins bulging from the tip to the base, thick enough to make her swallow the saliva gathering in her throat. The thought of sucking it again surfaced as a bead of precum gathered at the tip, sliding down the dark glans, and the memory of Luvia’s smug face that morning surged through her mind.
’That bitch already had this huge thing inside her!’
Jealousy burned away her hesitation.
Galatea leaned down and ran her tongue over the tip, slowly curling around the bulging glans with a soft suction as she copied what Luka did to her... what made her feel good, she copied. Her drool leaked profusely as she soaked his shaft.
Luka’s mouth paused against her pussy.
"Ngh...!"
His sudden groan gave her courage.
She licked again, slowing the movement of her tongue to enjoy the taste of his body, savouring the salty bitterness of his precum before wrapping her plump lips around the bulbous cockhead.
It stretched her mouth immediately, forcing her jaw wider than expected, but the low groan he released into her folds made her body throb with satisfaction.
"So this is how you react..." she murmured, voice muffled around him. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Luka answered by sucking her clit between his lips.
The rapid movement of his tongue flicking the surface, while he gently sucked, turned her words into broken moans as she swallowed his cock.
"Uuurp.... Gluck..... Gluuub...."
The vibration made him twitch in her mouth, and his hips lifted slightly, pushing another inch past her lips.
She gagged softly, eyes watering, but refused to pull back.
Her pride would not allow it. Her jealousy would not allow it. So she wrapped one hand around the base and began moving her mouth, clumsy but desperate, using her tongue along the underside whenever she remembered how to breathe.
Below her, Luka became merciless.
His tongue pushed into her entrance, then dragged back to her clit, licking and sucking until her hips started grinding against his face on their own.
The shame of it only made the heat worse. Lala was riding his mouth while struggling to suck his cock, thighs trembling, breasts swaying, her voice breaking around the thick length stretching her lips.
"Luka... ngh... I can’t..."
He held her hips tighter and sucked harder.
"No... Nhaa.... Haaa.... No.... Luka... Luka.... Luka!"
Galatea’s mouth slipped off him with a wet gasp, saliva trailing from her lips to his cock as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Her thighs clamped around his head, and her body shook violently as her first climax overwhelmed her when a hot and humiliating torrent sprayed his tongue and face while she cried his name into the sheets.
It was exhilarating and confusing.
"What a premature woman... did you already finish?" Luka chuckled as he eased his grip, face soaked with her slightly pungent fluids.
Her blue eyes narrowed weakly as she gathered the rest of her strength, gently grasping his throbbing cock and kissing the leaking tip.
"Not until you do."
