The Lustforged Hero-Chapter 45: Alone with Princess Isabella 2 (R18)

The small room buzzed with heat, the air heavy with the perfume of lavender and sweat—Liam's lips clamped onto Isabella's, her moan humming quietly against his mouth as their tongues intertwined. Her golden hair poured on the table where they had ended up—his hands grasped her ass through the silk of her dress, fingers sinking into delicate flesh—while torchlight leaked under the door, sending a dim, flickering glow across the dusty shelves. His breath became hard, a deep yearning clawing at his chest, and he slid his hands up her thighs, bunching the cloth higher, intent evident in the way his lips broke free, following down her neck, eager to descend and taste her.

Her skin flushed under his touch—her gasp came sharp—blue eyes sparkled with wild hunger—then her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling tight to stop him in his tracks.

"Not yet," she whispered, voice husky and breathless—golden strands clung to her sweat-damp cheeks—she slid off the table, feet hitting the wood floor with a soft thud, her eyes locked on his—bold and certain.

Liam stood there, chest heaving as he watched her—his pulse thudded hard—her fingers moved quick, reaching behind to tug at the ropes lacing her dress. The silk loosened—slipping down her shoulders—slow at first, teasing the dim light—then faster as she let it fall completely—fabric pooling around her feet on the dusty floor.

Nothing lay underneath—just bare skin glowing soft and warm—curves bold and unhidden—golden hair brushing the tops of her breasts—blue eyes daring him to look—his throat tightened—cock twitching hard in his trousers—her nakedness struck him like a spark—raw and fearless—she stepped free of the dress, leaving it crumpled behind, and pushed him back—hands firm on his chest—guiding him as he stumbled toward the bed—his calves hit the edge—furs soft beneath him.

With each measured step, her hips swayed in an alluring manner, and she propelled herself forward with a graceful and unhurried posture. Her soft golden hair ran into her blue eyes, which locked on his and gave off an intensity that made him shiver. As she moved closer, he sat back, resting his elbows on the bed, and watched her climb him. Her golden hair flowed softly, and her blue eyes locked onto his, radiating an intensity that sent shivers across his skin. He leaned back, resting on his elbows, gazing as she climbed closer. Her knees pressed into the mattress as she inched toward him, the warmth of her brushing against his trousers. She slid upward, leaving a trail of damp heat over his groin, his abdomen, and his chest—teasing him with every move. His breath hitched, his hands tensing, as her musky, sweet aroma enveloped him, overwhelming and alluring.

Then she reached his face—turning smoothly—spinning until her ass faced him—legs straddling his head—her pussy hovered above, glistening—before she shoved it down hard—sealing his mouth—leaving no air—just her—wet and hot—smothering him completely—his world narrowed to her taste—her weight—her want.

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His hands clamped onto her thighs, digits pressing into yielding skin, drawing her nearer. His tongue shot forward, tracing her smooth, salty contours, her taste rising through him, strong and all-consuming. Her loud moan echoed, throbbing through her body as her hips moved, pushing more into him. His nose cuddled close, savoring her essence, his lungs straining, while his constrained arousal pulsed painfully within his trousers, seeking for release.

Her hands moved, trembling slightly as they worked at his waist, tugging the zipper down until the fabric split apart. A rush of cool air grazed his skin, and his dick sprang free—rigid and full, veins thrumming with need. Her fingers encircled it, delivering a single, steady stroke before her lips descended, enveloping it in a slow, warm suction. His groan rumbled low, stifled against her as waves of pleasure twisted through him, sharp and untamed. The bed groaned beneath their shifting weight, the room blurring into a dizzy whirl, caught in the relentless rhythm of their entwined bodies.

She sucked deeper—her tongue twirling around the length of his cock as it throbbed—her lips stretching wide to accommodate him—her saliva coated him, slick and warm. His hips jolted upward, raw instinct urging him deeper into her mouth—her moan buzzed against him, sending shivers through his core. His tongue darted out—flicking her clit with quick, steady strokes—her thighs trembled, clamping around his head. Her flavor intensified—sweeter, wetter—spilling over his lips in a rush.

His hands glided upward—clutching her ass, parting her—his tongue diving deeper, exploring her fully. Her body stiffened, then bucked sharply—a sensitive spot struck—her mouth released him with a wet pop, her loud gasp slicing the air. His hand moved up—fingers tangling in her golden hair, twisting tight—guiding her head back down until her lips locked around him again—sucking, yielding. His growl vibrated low as he devoured her, unyielding—the bed swayed beneath them, furs bunching up, sweat glistening on his skin.

Her pace wavered—his tongue hit its mark again—her clit pulsed, tender and swollen—her body jolted, charged with sparks. A choked moan escaped her—his cock slipped free, her lips quivering, spit trailing down. His grip tightened—pulling her hair—pressing her down firmly until her mouth engulfed him again—deeper, wet and scorching—sucking with force, her tongue flattening against him. His hips rocked—shallow thrusts teasing her—his teeth grazed lightly—her pussy tightened, flooding once more, drenching his face. Her thighs quaked—muscles straining—his hands dug in, anchoring her as his tongue circled, relentless and swift.

Her shudder grew fiercer—her entire frame shaking—her cry muffled around him, sucking and moaning as pleasure surged, teetering on the brink. The room hung heavy with sweat, musk, and heat—breaths ragged, pulses hammering—neither relenting in their fervor.

She pressed herself down with fervor, her warmth enveloping him completely, his tongue dancing tirelessly beneath her. Her pulse quickened under his touch, his lips alternating between tender caresses and firm tugs, coaxing a melody from her—a high, fractured moan that echoed through the air. Her form stiffened, quivering with tension, as his own excitement surged in response. Her lips moved over his dick, messy and fervent, a glistening trail marking her path. His hand thrust forward, fingers threading through her hair, anchoring her in place as he continued, unrelenting.

Then, the crescendo struck—her thighs tightened around him, her body curving in a graceful arc. A sudden rush of fluid burst forth, overwhelming and vivid, cascading over his face in a torrent that soaked him entirely. Her cry ripped through the silence, primal and untamed, while his own muffled growl hummed beneath, savoring every drop, her essence painting his senses in its entirety.

Her lips trembled and stilled, caught mid-motion, while his own longing pulsed beneath her, untouched yet insistent. Her trembling gradually eased, the bed settling into quiet, her breaths coming in uneven gasps. The room felt thick with their presence, the faint glow of torchlight casting soft shadows around them—just the two of them, exhausted yet hovering on the brink. Desire lingered in the air, a quiet ache still burning, unspoken and unresolved.