Chapter 153: Make Love To Me [III / R18]
She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling as though her lungs were desperate for air.
Everything was for him to see.
Every inch of her body, every curve and flaw, every insecurity she had carried for years was now bared before him.
Sometimes she wondered, before she ran away, if her choices had ruined her chances at ever being loved again.
Should she have waited?
Should she have saved herself for someone who truly cared for her?
Would a man still want her even after she had given birth?
The questions always haunted her, echoing in the back of her mind like a cruel whisper.
Azel’s breath ghosted against her clit, and she shuddered violently.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, nerves coiling tightly in her stomach.
The memory of her first time flashed through her mind like a bitter sting.
The Emperor had never cared for her pleasure; he had shoved himself inside her and gotten it over with, leaving her with pain and emptiness instead of warmth.
That was how her innocence had been stolen like it was meaningless.
But now... now it was different.
She could feel it in the way Azel’s crimson eyes lingered on her body, not as if she were an object, but as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
His breath carried heat and promise, and she realized this would be her true first time.
Her body betrayed her thoughts.
She was violently gushing, her juices staining the sheets beneath her thighs.
Every breath she took came out heavy, uneven, as though her body had been set on fire.
She looked at him expectantly, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
If she was already this wet, if her body was this desperate, why wouldn’t she... give back to him?
He had pleasured her already, and that thought alone made her cheeks burn.
This was only right.
"Hey, darling," she whispered, her voice trembling with both nerves and determination.
Azel’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, sharp yet tender.
"Can I... pleasure you too?" she asked, her voice softer now, almost pleading.
For a moment, there was silence.
His expression was unreadable, and her heart thumped like a drum against her ribs.
Had she overstepped?
Would he think less of her for asking something so shameless?
But then, after a long pause, his lips parted.
"Okay."
That was all he said, but it was enough.
Her heart soared, and heat pooled in her belly. That was all she needed to hear.
She rose from the bed with shaky resolve, and he stood as well.
A faint chill brushed against her lower half, the cool air hitting her wet folds and making her gasp, but she didn’t care.
Not when her focus was entirely on him.
As he stood tall before her, she lowered herself onto her knees on the bed.
From this angle, she could clearly see the shape straining against his pants.
The bulge was obvious, outlined perfectly against the fabric, and her mouth went dry at the sight.
She leaned forward, her nose brushing close enough to inhale his scent.
The musk that clung to him was intoxicating making her thighs squeeze together involuntarily.
Azel shifted slightly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as her boldness caught him off guard.
Her fingers steadied themselves at the sides of his trousers.
She hesitated for just a moment, her heart pounding, before tugging them down.
The fabric slid away, and instantly, his long member sprang free, smacking lightly against her face.
Her eyes widened.
She swallowed hard, staring at it in disbelief.
In the novels she had read, the protagonists always had obscenely long members — lengths that made the heroines moan and blush, unable to believe such a thing could exist.
And now, here it was in reality. Azel’s size put even those fictional heroes to shame.
Her lips parted as her throat tightened.
It was thick, veined, and heavy, and Edna questioned whether something like that could even fit inside her.
She imagined the stretch, the way her body would struggle to take him, and heat spread across her skin until her entire body flushed crimson.
Her mouth watered at the mere thought.
’Truly... I’m a pervert,’ she thought, ashamed yet hopelessly aroused.
But she had started this, and she would see it through.
She had to pleasure him.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip.
Her hands trembled slightly, her heart racing, but she pushed her hesitation aside.
She hadn’t done this before.
Not once in her life.
’I hope he doesn’t notice,’ she prayed silently as she parted her lips and took the swollen tip into her mouth.
The salty taste hit her tongue immediately, making her cheeks warm.
Azel’s body gave a slight shudder, and she caught the subtle twitch of his hips.
That was the sign she needed.
It was encouragement enough.
She took him deeper, slowly swallowing down his thick length until it pressed against the back of her throat.
Her eyes watered, and she gagged lightly, pulling back for a breath before trying again.
’It’s still so big,’ she thought desperately, her fingers clutching his thighs for balance.
The weight of him inside her mouth, the heat of his flesh, it made her dizzy.
He twitched again, and she could swear little hearts floated in her vision.
She began to move her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling clumsily around him.
Her hands clutched his lap tightly as she bobbed her head, determined to give him pleasure.
Occasionally, her teeth grazed against him, and she flinched every time, worried she’d hurt him.
But Azel groaned softly, his hand lowering to rest warmly on her head.
The sound of groaning voice only spurred her on.
’Her mouth... it’s so tight,’ Azel thought, biting back a groan as he stroked her hair with affection. ’At this rate, I might cum.’
He clenched his jaw, but she only pushed herself further.
Gathering her courage, she forced herself to take him even deeper, past the back of her throat.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she choked, but she pressed on, desperate to please him.
Her lips and tongue grew colder suddenly, a faint chill spreading through her mouth as if she were taking revenge for what he had done to her breasts earlier.
"Fuck..." Azel groaned aloud, his hips jerking slightly.
His voice was husky.
Edna nearly smirked around him, her pride swelling.
If he came right now, she could have her revenge for all the teasing and torment he had put her through.
But just as she thought she had him cornered, Azel pulled her off.
She gasped for air, landing with her back on the bed.
Her eyes blinked rapidly as she looked up at him, confused and uncertain.
Had she done something wrong?
Azel pushed his trousers aside completely and loomed over her, his body casting a shadow across hers.
His length, glistening with her saliva, pressed firmly against her lower lips.
"You... didn’t want to finish in my mouth?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with both arousal and insecurity.
Did she displease him?
His lips curved into a faint smile, and he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as his teeth grazed her lobe.
"It’s not that," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I just don’t want us to waste it..."
His hips pressed forward slightly, teasing her entrance. "...when I’m planning on knocking you up."
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening.
A shiver ran down her spine, every nerve in her body sparking to life.
And then, without another word, he thrusted into her.