Seeing Seren’s expression soften, a faint hint of bashfulness creeping in, Lucien kept his own face composed. In truth, he felt a bit awkward too, but he held onto a calm exterior, hoping it would help steady her as well.
She really does feel like one of those kuudere characters… he thought. Stoic on the surface, but clearly not built for this kind of situation.
"When you say the next step…” Seren started, her gaze dropping to Lucien's crotch before she could look away. Despite his attempt at a composed stance, his erection was impossible to ignore, a thick, hard ridge straining visibly against the fabric of his trousers. “…do you mean going straight to intercourse?”
A faint flush crept up her neck.
Even from the outside… it already looks big…
The thought alone made her uneasy, a mix of nervousness and embarrassment tightening her chest.
Lucien exhaled quietly, then leaned back a little, rubbing the back of his head. “Well, if you don’t mind doing a bit of foreplay for me, I wouldn’t either,” he said, tone casual but measured. “I just figured you might not be comfortable with that, so I thought we could skip ahead.”
"I…"
Seren hesitated, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of her shift. She couldn’t just stay on the receiving end the entire time.
After a moment, she gave a small, awkward nod. “I just… need to do what you did to me, right?”
She paused, recalling the blunt, shameless advice her Inferni colleague had once given her.
“L-Like… making it wet first… or something like that,” she added, her voice quieter now, eyes shifting away as if avoiding his reaction.
Seeing how nervous she was, Lucien couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. "Yeah, that's basically it."
"In that case… I don't mind."
Seren slid off the bed and knelt between his legs. The proximity brought an unfamiliar scent—the musk of his arousal—that made her pulse race. Her hands shook slightly as she reached for his waist. "I-I’ll start taking it off..."
She fumbled with his waistband, her fingers working to undo his trousers. As she pulled them down, followed by his underwear, the fabric gave way entirely—
“Ah—”
She flinched, her breath catching in a sharp gasp as his penis sprang free, fully erect and throbbing. What the... it's even bigger than I thought. It was a massive, heavy length, at least eight inches and far too thick for her to easily handle. She froze for a moment, trying to steady her racing heart. When she finally reached out, her hands could barely wrap around the girth of him, her fingers barely meeting on the other side of his shaft.
Swallowing softly, she leaned in, her lips barely grazed the sensitive head. She tried to be cautious, but the sensation of him was overwhelming. She began to lick him, her tongue tracing a slow, uncertain path along the vein that ran up his underside, testing his reaction before attempting anything more substantial.
Lucien exhaled a heavy, ragged breath, his gaze fixed on her face. "Nnh..."
Noticing his reaction, a small spark of courage lit something inside her. Seren pushed further, her movements becoming sharper. She focused her attention on the tip, her tongue swirling around the slit where a bead of clear precum had already surfaced. Slurp... lick... She wouldn't stop there; she ran her tongue all the way down the shaft, making sure no part of his skin was left untouched. The taste of him was strange—salty, musky—but not unpleasant.
One hand kept up a slow, steady stroke along his length, her grip firm but not crushing. Her other hand drifted lower, settling around his heavy, drawn-up balls. She cupped them carefully, learning their weight and texture, before her fingers began to massage them in small, circular motions.
"Nngh..."
Lucien's groan vibrated through the air, and Seren felt a spike of satisfaction. She was doing something right. Emboldened, she took his balls into her mouth, suckling them gently as her tongue worked against the smooth skin. Slurp... mmm... She released them with a wet sound before moving back to his shaft, her lips brushing against it in teasing, open-mouthed kisses.
Even with her stoic expression, the slight tremble in her hands and the intense focus in her eyes betrayed just how much this was affecting her. She was lost in the heat, the scent, and the incredible, pulsing weight of him in her hands and mouth.
As she continued to explore his body, a new wave of boldness washed over her. She leaned in, her lips parting to surround his length, and in one swift motion, she took him fully into her mouth.
“Ugh,” Lucien groaned, caught off guard.
The head of his cock hit the back of her throat as she sucked, her tongue probing the sensitive ridges and veins that ran along the underside of his shaft. Glk... glk... The sounds of her mouth filled the air, echoing off the walls as she worked him deeper with each slow descent. Her lips pressed tight around him, she dragged her tongue up his shaft, tracing every inch of his length, before sinking back down again. A thin strand of saliva connected her lower lip to his tip when she pulled back, glistening in the low light.
Schlck.
“Seren…”
Lucien's fingers tangled in her hair, not forcing but guiding, feeling the silk of it slide between his fingers. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his thighs tensing as she picked up her pace. Her free hand cradled his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, her fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath with surprising tenderness.
"Nnh— damn it," he breathed, his voice cracking slightly.
Her other hand drifted down between her own thighs, slippery fingers finding her clit and circling it in slow, deliberate motions. Each touch sent a visible shiver through her shoulders. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the swollen head on every upstroke, collecting the bead of precum that gathered at his slit.
Glk glk glk glk.
The pace quickened. Her rhythm became frantic, lips and hands moving in perfect synchrony, chasing both their pleasures simultaneously. Lucien's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as pre leaked steadily now, coating her tongue with its salty warmth.
After a while, she felt his cock swelling, hardening further inside her mouth, and the veins pulsing visibly against her lips. She pulled off with a wet pop, a thick rope of saliva stretching between them. Without hesitation, she guided him between her breasts, still bare beneath her open shirt, pressing them together around his shaft. Her hands squeezed gently, stroking him in the tight channel of her cleavage.
"Shit—I'm—" Lucien's voice dropped to a guttural groan. His hips jerked forward, spilling himself across her pale skin in quick, heavy spurts. Seren worked him through it with patient pressure, milking out every last drop until he was spent and trembling.
"Ah... I'm sorry," he said again when he could speak, glancing down at the mess he'd made. But Seren just shook her head, reaching for something to clean herself up. She stood and began removing the rest of her clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. In moments, they were both completely naked, flushed and panting in the cool air of the room.
Seren returned to the bed, her movements still carrying that same unhurried grace even as her heart hammered against her ribs. She lay down on her back, letting her knees fall open in silent invitation.
Without a word, Lucien positioned himself between her thighs, aligning their bodies with practiced ease. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, already slick from her arousal and the lingering wetness from earlier.
Seren's breathing had grown a little uneven, her expression tinged with impatience as she looked up at him. Lucien wasn't much different—his jaw was tight, his muscles coiled with barely contained need.
"I'm going to put it in," he said quietly. "Tell me if it's too much."
Seren gave a small nod, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can handle it."
Gently, Lucien pushed inside her. As he reached deeper, a thin trickle of blood followed, painting the sheets beneath them in pale pink streaks.
Seren held her breath. The sharp sting that came with his entry made her eyes water slightly. Noticing it, Lucien stopped immediately, his hands moving to cup her face.
"Breathe," he murmured. "Just breathe through it."
"Okay… please go slowly for now," Seren whimpered, her voice cracking slightly. Her fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white.
"Alright." His thumb brushed her cheek, soothing. "We have all the time you need."
He pushed in deeper, slowly, inch by inch, until there was nothing left to give. Every inch of him was buried inside her, and Seren could feel the fullness as her body stretched to accommodate him. It wasn't just physical—it was a sensation that radiated outward, filling her whole being with something warm and overwhelming.
Her breath hitched at first, her fingers tightening against the sheets, but that sharp sting didn't last long. It softened, melted into something warmer and intense that spread through her body in waves.
Lucien watched her closely, making sure she was adjusting before moving. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah…" The word came out shakier than intended, but it was true.
"Good." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. "I'm going to start now."
"O-Okay…"
He drew back slightly, then pushed in again, slow and controlled, setting a steady rhythm. Schlck... schlck... The sound of his cock sliding against her wet walls filled the quiet air.
Seren's moans came more easily now, slipping past her lips without restraint.
"Hn… ah… mnh…"
To Lucien, the sensation was just as intense. The tightness of her pussy pressed in on him from every angle, making it harder to keep himself grounded. Every movement pulled a visceral response from her, and that only made his own hunger grow.
After a while, his pace began to change. What started as a slow, exploratory grind gradually picked up, his thrusts becoming more consistent and forceful.
The sound of their bodies meeting—the rhythmic clap of his hips hitting hers—grew louder and more distinct.
Seren's voice rose with it, losing its usual composure entirely.
"Ahn~! Hah… ahh~!"
Her body responded instinctively, her hips lifting to meet every thrust, chasing the friction. Her breathing broke into uneven gasps as the sensation built higher and higher, a mounting pressure that threatened to shatter her. There was no longer any restraint left in her; she was nothing but pure, unadulterated feeling.
Lucien kept his eyes on her, drinking in every detail. The rosy flush spreading across her cheeks, her lips parted and glistening, the faint sheen of sweat at the corner of her mouth, her gaze unfocused as she struggled to keep hold of reality.
Suddenly, Seren's hands moved, slipping from their grip on the sheets to his shoulders. She pulled him down towards her, their lips meeting without hesitation. It started clumsy but eager, Seren's tongue exploring his mouth. Lucien was momentarily caught off guard, but quickly responded, his hand coming up to cradle her head as he took control, dominating the kiss.
"Mnh~... hm... nnh..." Soft, breathy moans spilled from Seren's throat, mingling with the obscene clap clap of his hips driving into her at an increasingly sharp and fast pace.
Seren's body trembled beneath him, her legs tightening around his waist, holding him closer, urging him deeper. Her cries grew higher pitched and more desperate.
"Ah—! Lucien!..."
It didn't take long before they both teetered on the brink. With a low, guttural groan, Lucien pushed in to the hilt and let go, his body tensing as he came hard inside her. At the same moment, Seren cried out, her arms tightening around him like a vice, her body shaking uncontrollably with the force of her release.
Their breaths were heavy, ragged pants against each other's skin as they lay tangled together, the lingering heat of their coupling still thick between them. But even through the post-coital haze, Seren could feel the tension in Lucien hadn't completely dissipated. His body remained coiled, eager for more.
Slowly, deliberately, Seren shifted her legs, wrapping them tighter around his back, locking him in place. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, her voice soft and unsteady but clear in its intent.
"We can... do it a few more times," she murmured, a faint smile playing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. "I think... I'm starting to feel the effects of the purification. You don't seem fully satisfied yet either..."
She punctuated her words by rolling her hips slightly, feeling him still hard and thick inside her. Lucien's breath hitched, his eyes widening before laughing a little.
“Mind if I stop holding back a little then?”
“...Yes.”
That settled it.
With a fluid, decisive movement, Lucien pulled out of her, leaving a sudden, hollow emptiness behind. Before Seren could question him, he flipped her over onto her stomach, his large hands guiding her body with practiced ease. He pressed a firm hand between her shoulder blades, encouraging her to relax onto the bed, her cheek pillowed on the cool sheets.
He knelt behind her, admiring the curve of her spine, the soft flare of her hips, and the luscious swell of her D-cup breasts pressed against the mattress. Leaning forward, he captured her earlobe between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug. "On your knees," he commanded softly, his voice a silken threat that sent a shiver straight down her spine. "Arch your back for me."
Seren complied instantly, lifting herself onto her elbows and knees, presenting her backside to him in silent offering. From this angle, she was completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to whatever he desired. Lucien ran his palms over the smooth, warm skin of her ass cheeks, squeezing lightly before positioning himself at her entrance once more. The angle was deeper and tighter—the tip of his still-hard length kissed the entrance of her womb.
"Ngah—!" The shocked gasp was ripped from Seren's lungs as her body was suddenly, completely impaled. There was no gradual adjustment, no slow acclimation. Just the shocking, overwhelming fullness of his entire length seated inside her in an instant.
Lucien didn't wait for her to catch her breath. He established a brutal rhythm immediately—short, punishing thrusts that slammed his hips against her rear with each drive forward. The sound was immediate and obscene: a sharp, wet clap-clap-clap that echoed off the walls.
"T-Too much—wait—!" Seren's protest dissolved into a choked moan as her body adapted to the aggressive assault, her inner muscles gripping him desperately. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white with effort as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations.
"Shhh," Lucien murmured, his voice low and commanding even as he maintained his punishing pace. One hand slid around her waist, splaying across her lower belly. "Relax. Take what I give you."
He adjusted his angle slightly, tilting his hips so each thrust ground against her cervix. The change made Seren's eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as pleasure bordering on pain shot through her pelvis.
"Nnnh—ah—ah—!" Her legs trembled, threatening to collapse beneath her. Lucien noticed immediately, shifting his grip to support her weight while never slowing his rhythm. His free hand came down on her rear with a sharp slap that echoed through the room.
Lucien's rhythm remained relentless, his hips pistoning with controlled ferocity. Each snap of his hips sent shockwaves through Seren's body, shaking her frame and drawing desperate whimpers from her throat. Sweat gleamed on her back, highlighting the graceful lines of her spine.
Without breaking stride, Lucien shifted his upper body closer, draping himself partially over her back. One hand abandoned her hip to snake around her front, easily finding the heavy weight of her breast. He squeezed roughly, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger until she cried out, arching instinctively away from the stinging pleasure.
"Ah—Lucien—!"
His other hand joined the first, capturing her other breast. He molded them together, kneading the soft flesh possessively, using her nipples as leverage points to pull her back harder onto his cock with each thrust. The dual sensations—the brutal pounding from behind and the rough handling of her sensitive breasts—overwhelmed her senses.
He peppered kisses and bites along the curve of her shoulder and neck, marking her pale skin with fleeting red blooms. His teeth scraped her pulse point, then sucked fiercely, leaving a bruising reminder of ownership.
At some point, tears pricked Seren eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity. She felt claimed, possessed, utterly dominated. And it thrilled her to her core.
Lucien released her breasts abruptly, grabbing her wrists instead. He pinned them together behind her back with one massive hand, using the leverage to pull her torso upward until her shoulders rested on the bed but her chest remained suspended in air. The position arched her back dramatically, pushing her breasts forward and exposing her throat completely.
He drove into her especially hard then, making sure she felt every thick inch.
"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice demanding.
"Y-yes..." she managed, her voice breathy and broken.
Lucien used his free hand to trace the line of her throat, his thumb stroking her racing pulse.
"Then enjoy it," he commanded, picking up his pace again. The new angle allowed him to grind against her cervix with each thrust.
Seren's breasts swayed with each impact, the stimulation adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.
"Yes—yes—don't stop—" she gasped, her inhibitions stripped away by pleasure.
"Never," He released her wrists to grab her hips again, angling her higher, driving deeper. His thumb found her clit and began circling it with purposeful precision, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Seren's body tensed, hovering on the knife's edge of release. The double stimulation—his cock ramming into her deepest depths while his fingers worked her swollen clit—was too much and not enough all at once. She felt her orgasm building, a tidal wave gathering strength beyond her ability to control it.
Lucien felt it too, felt her inner walls beginning to flutter. With a guttural growl, he increased the tempo, slamming into her with wild abandon now. "Cum for me, Seren. Now."
Those words were all it took.
Seren's entire body seized up, her back arching impossibly as her orgasm crashed through her. Her entire body shuddered, her inner walls rippling in powerful, relentless waves that squeezed and milked him with an almost painful intensity. Her back arched, her toes curled against nothing, and a scream tore from her throat that was barely human.
"Lucien—!!"
The sound of his name, wrenched from her in such raw desperation, broke something open in him. He surged forward, his cock pulsing once, twice—then three deep, forceful pumps that filled her completely, his seed hot and heavy and endless. Each spurt was accompanied by a deep, guttural groan torn from the base of his throat, his fingers bruising her hips as he held her steady through the storm.
"Ah—fuck—Seren—"
They stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard, bodies still connected. Lucien's forehead eventually dropped to rest against the damp curve of her spine, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. After a long moment, he exhaled—a shaky, disbelieving laugh.
Even softening inside her, his hips gave a few lazy rocks, chasing the last pulses of pleasure. His hand slid up to her waist, pulling her back against him possessively.
Seren lay boneless beneath him, her chest heaving. She turned her head, her eye catching his profile.
"More?" she whispered.
Lucien's eyes flicked to hers, a slight smirk crossing his lips despite his exhaustion.
"You can handle more?"
She nodded weakly. "Yes."
"Good," he murmured, already moving again.