Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

“Nabel…!”

“Yes,” Nabel responded, as if unaware of why his name was being called.
Lorna, unable to meet his gaze, turned her eyes to the side.

Nabel gently took hold of her chin, fixing his gaze on me.
It was not a forceful touch but rather a gentle gesture, akin to persuasion.

“Do not be ashamed.
Like this,” he whispered, his hand that had been wandering over her chest gradually descending.
Slipping beneath the thin fabric, his hand found its way inside her delicate chemistry.

His fingertips brushed against a heated place.

“Hmm.”

Lorna hastily swallowed her breath.
Nabel briefly pressed his lips against hers.

“So lovely,” he murmured softly, his hand sliding down.
His fingers grazed the tender apex, encountering a moistness that differed from the drier surface above.

He sensuously trailed his fingers upwards, gathering the slickness of her arousal.
As his hand came into contact with her engorged c**toris, his movements became even more effortless.

“Mmm…”

It was evident that Lorna experienced a stronger stimulation.
Her waist subtly twisted, causing her slender legs to quiver.
The intensity that surged from her lower abdomen sent a tingling sensation that pierced through her head.

Once again, the trickling and flowing essence coated Nabel’s hand.

“You’ve become quite wet,” he remarked, a hint of concern etched upon his face, illuminated by the moonlight.
In the next instant, Lorna recognized a mischievousness intermingled within that expression.

“I cannot bear to leave you in this state, my lady.”

He lowered Lorna’s panties.
The shared bedsheet rustled beneath them, and a rush of cold air met her from below, causing her to flinch.

“…!”

Startled, Lorna grasped Nabel’s strong arm.
Her moistness now pressed against the bedsheet, leaving a distinct sensation on the previously dry fabric.

“Nabel…!”

“Yes, please continue to call me that way,” Nabel replied softly, tilting his head above her body.
The lips that had recently explored her bosom now glided downward.

It was when Lorna trembled at the touch of the cool air between her legs, combined with the softness and wetness beneath, that Nabel, with his knees planted firmly, pressed down firmly.

“Hmm!”

The direct contact between the fabric and her core felt peculiar.
From her dampened arousal, it was likely that his pants had also been stained with her essence.
However, Nabel seemed unconcerned and continued to rhythmically stimulate her with his knee.

As her c**toris became increasingly slick and slippery, he applied a steady pressure.

“Ah…”

Lorna’s breath escaped in short gasps.
Nabel chuckled softly.

“For your attire, we shall have the maids attend to it later.”

The delicate fabric had been stripped away, allowing your scent to permeate the air so strongly.
Nabel narrowed his eyes briefly before opening them again.

Reason still lingered, reminding him that he must continue to kindle the fire within her body.
Even though it seemed her lower regions had already melted and dissolved, he desired to ensure Lorna would thoroughly relish this night.

With that in mind, Nabel withdrew from atop her and buried his face between her thighs.

“……!”

The thick blanket that had been draped over his back now found itself over Lorna’s knees.
If anyone were to enter, they would assume she had simply placed the blanket over her legs.

But that wasn’t the case.
Within the folds of the blanket, Nabel lowered his head into her abundant valley.

A moist, reverberating sound resonated throughout the room.
Simultaneously, the velvety tip of his tongue parted the folds, coming into contact with her nectarous bud.

Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Lorna arched her back.

“Mmm!”

An involuntary moan escaped her lips, unable to suppress the pleasure that seized her senses.
Unbeknownst to her, her aroused body instinctively tried to close her legs.
Nabel, however, embraced her thighs and chuckled.

“I never anticipated you would resist my advances.”

Contrary to his words, Lorna was taken aback and attempted to relax her legs.
Yet Nabel did not allow her to do so.
This time, his tongue grazed the entrance of her womanhood.
As he descended further, he savoured the sweet essence that flowed, akin to indulging in delectable honey.

“Ah, ah!”

The lewd sound mingled with Lorna’s moans, resonating in the air.
Her legs involuntarily clenched once again.
Unknowingly, her hand descended, encompassing the rounded mound above her core.
It then grazed Nabel’s forehead lightly.

“Continue to caress me like that.”

Her breath, whispered softly, brushed against Nabel’s forehead.
He kissed his fingertips once more before leaning in, exploring the depths of her inner sanctum.

“Ah…!”

In response to the irregular and pleasurable sensations surging from below, Lorna’s toes curled.
Her knees trembled, and her hand, as if attempting to conceal her intimate space, barely shielded her mound.

Unconsciously, Nabel held onto that hand.

“Nabel…!”

The hand that perceives truth reads one’s thoughts.
Lorna’s pale thoughts transmitted directly, swift and powerful.

The first message conveyed to Nabel was pleasure, followed by a sense of bashfulness.

Nabel gently laid his hand on top of hers, which rested on her most intimate area.

Then, he interlaced his fingers with hers and skillfully explored her depths.
As the dense pink bush retreated, her fingertips made contact with her c**toris.

“Mmm!”

Her hand trembled with heat, making it seem even more unfamiliar and foreign to her own.
Yet, the sticky sensation she felt at her fingertips and the rising warmth from her c**toris were undeniably real.

“Ah…!”

As her moans grew louder, Lorna was taken aback.
Nabel pressed her finger once again.

“Hmm!”

Lorna’s waist jerked involuntarily.
The glistening trail of her arousal cascaded down her buttocks, shimmering under the moonlight.

“Did you miss me as much when I was gone?”

He inquired while firmly pressing down on Lorna’s hand.
Tilting his head slightly, he straddled her with his legs on either side of her shoulders.

The sheet that draped over their knees slipped down to their feet, revealing everything beneath.
Lorna’s arousal glistened, adorning Nabel’s clothes like scattered jewels.

Nabel didn’t let her averted gaze and flushed cheeks go unnoticed.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Lorna’s neck, his body inclining towards hers.

His descending hand unfastened his clothing.
Soon, his fierce desire made contact with the inner flesh of Lorna’s thigh.
It was rigid, searing hot, a stark contrast to the softness of tongue or fingers.

“Nabel.”

“Mistress.”

A low, sultry voice reverberated.

Their gazes locked.
Nabel was silently asking with his eyes, seeking permission to unleash his desires.

But he refrained from asking in explicit terms.
Instead, he inquired in a hushed voice.

“May I hold your hand?”

He didn’t seek to fulfill the fleeting sensations she had unintentionally revealed earlier.
He wanted to know her thoughts.

If I release my desires within you…

Can you accept the grown-up version of me?

“… ”

Lorna lowered the hand that was holding onto his arm.
If her feelings weren’t complex, it would be a lie.