Lucien didn't start right away.
…She’s nervous after all, he thought with a quiet inward sigh.
Personally, he wasn’t nearly as affected. His experiences from his past life helped him calmer than he probably should’ve been. It wasn’t like he had been some kind of womanizer, far from it, but the original Lucien’s soul seemed to be influencing him more than expected. Compared to how he normally would’ve reacted, he felt strangely composed.
Guess I should help her relax a little first.
He shifted his attention to the items on her desk, using them as an excuse to start a casual conversation.
“You brew potions in your room too?” he asked, glancing over the cluttered surface. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Seren blinked, caught a little off guard by the shift.
“I only work on safe mixtures here,” she replied. “Alchemists aren’t as explosive as you think.”
“Huh.” Lucien tilted his head slightly, glancing over the desk again. “So nothing suddenly blowing up and taking the whole room with it?”
Seren gave him a flat look.
“…No.”
He smiled a little, unfazed. “That’s disappointing. I always thought alchemy came with a high risk of dying.”
“It does,” she said calmly. “Just not from what I do in this room.”
His brows lifted at that.
She gestured lightly toward a few sealed vials. “Anything volatile gets handled in a controlled workspace with proper ventilation, reinforced surfaces, and containment wards if needed, not here.”
Lucien leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked at the setup with more interest this time.
“So this is the safe side of things.”
“Yes,” she paused briefly. “I usually do stabilization, refinement, and basic synthesis here. They won’t kill me even if I make a mistake.”
Lucien didn’t really understand what words she threw just now, but he can at least tell that she’s not as tense as before.
“Well, that’s comforting,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “At least now I know you’re not in a hurry to die.”
“You should try watching me work sometime instead of just taking the finished products,” she said dryly, a hint of sarcasm slipping through her otherwise flat tone.
Lucien chuckled under his breath. “I wasn’t that interested. Now that everything can kill you, though, maybe I should start caring how medicine’s made.”
As he spoke, he stepped over and sat beside her, leaving a small gap so he didn’t crowd her. He rested his hands loosely on his thighs, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Her posture had relaxed a little, shoulders less rigid than before.
“Thank you.”
His brows lifted slightly at the sudden shift to a softer tone.
“You were trying to calm me down, right?” Seren continued, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away again. “I feel better now. We can start.”
His gaze briefly swept over her, taking in every detail. It was obvious Seren wasn't wearing anything underneath her shift. The thin fabric clung to her curves, making it easy to make out the shape of her body, even the faint outline of her nipples visible through the material. Still, when he looked back at her face, her expression remained steady and composed.
“…Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”
Even after saying she was ready, Seren still tensed a little when Lucien turned to face her fully.
He reached out, trailing his fingertips along her inner thigh. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath the thin barrier of cloth. Slowly, he pushed the hem of her shift higher, baring more of her creamy flesh to his hungry eyes.
“Nnh…”
A breathy gasp slipped free as his fingers brushed against her exposed pussy. Her body shuddered lightly. His hand cupped her bare mound possessively, feeling the heat radiating from her slick folds. With a feather-light touch, he began to rub, stimulating her directly. The slickness of her arousal coated his fingers immediately, making every stroke smoother and more intense.
"Mmnnh!"
Seren instinctively gripped his hand, tightening it on his wrist as she felt the first deep stimulation on her most intimate area. Her hips jerked involuntarily, seeking the sensation instinctively. Lucien took it as encouragement to continue, his fingers working her in deliberate circles, teasing her swollen folds and parted lips.
“Mnh~! Hnh~! Ah~!”
Wet sounds filled the room as he rubbed harder, smearing her copious juices around. Her bare pussy was completely exposed to him, her pink flesh glistening in the dim light. Lucien could feel her clit throbbing urgently against his fingertips, demanding attention.
He didn't disappoint. Zeroing in on that sensitive bundle of nerves, he circled and pressed it deliberately, stroking her to greater heights. Seren's thighs trembled violently, her back arching off the bed as she chased her pleasure.
“Hnnngh! Ahn~! Hnh~!"
As Seren's soft moans continued, Lucien's gaze drifted to her aching, hardened nipples. Deciding they needed just as much attention as her pussy, he wrapped his other arm around her, hauling her body flush against his. His hand slid up her chest, cupping her left breast over the thin fabric for a moment before he hooked his fingers underneath. He slipped his hand beneath the shift, his palm meeting her bare, warm skin.
"Hngh~!"
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as his rough thumb found her naked nipple, dragging over it. He pinched the sensitive peak, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger with calculated pressure. The jolt of pleasure was immediate, sharpening her senses and sending a fresh surge of wetness to her already soaked pussy. For all her stoicism, her body betrayed her with a full-body shiver.
Schlick... schlick...
The sound of his fingers working deep inside her grew wetter and more rhythmic. Seeing her eyes glaze over, Lucien leaned in, his lips brushing her ear before he sank his teeth into the lobe, giving it a sharp, playful bite.
"Nnnnngh—!"
A small, helpless whimper escaped her, her hips jerking upward to meet his touch.
Seren wasn’t naïve; she knew the mechanics of sex from an overly talkative Inferni colleague, but she had never experienced this level of sensory overload. When she was alone, she was clinical, following a predictable pattern. Lucien was different. He was a predator of pleasure. His touch was constant, shifting from gentle caresses to demanding, heavy strokes that seemed to instinctively know exactly how to milk every ounce of sensation from her nerves.
"Tell me if it gets too much," he murmured, his voice thick and low. He slid his index finger alongside the other, adding a second digit to the slick heat of her entrance. He felt her walls stretch and pulse around him, already dripping with her arousal.
"Hhhnnn~!"
Seren's moan turned into a continuous, needy sound. Her body responded instantly to the increased girth stretching her open.
"I'm going to speed up, okay?"
"Y-Yes..."
Lucien gradually picked up the pace, his two fingers beginning to piston in and out of her clutching hole. Soon, he was fucking her with short, rapid strokes, the pace relentless. Seren’s mind went blank, overwhelmed by the raw, carnal sensation of being taken so expertly.
He’s too fast!
The thought was fleeting, immediately drowned out by the feeling. Whatever work had honed his dexterity had given him inhuman speed and control. Every thrust slammed against that secret, electrifying spot deep inside her, pushing her further and further toward the edge. Her breathing broke completely, turning into ragged, desperate gasps for air.
"I—I'm going to—Lucien…!"
Instead of slowing down, Lucien only moved faster, his fingers hammering into her brutally. He crooked his digits upward, scraping mercilessly against her G-spot.
"HNNNN—! AHHH—"
Seren’s whole body seized. Her spine bowed off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her pussy convulsed violently around his fingers, gripping and releasing in waves of pure, blinding ecstasy. A flood of wetness poured from her, soaking the sheets beneath as Lucien continued to pump, drawing out every last spasm of her climax.
When it finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the mattress, limp and boneless. Aftershocks rippled through her, making her twitch occasionally.
Lucien eased his movements, slowly withdrawing his fingers. They emerged slick and gleaming with her cum. He watched her quietly as she recovered, her chest heaving, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Seren glanced at him, their faces only inches apart. A strange, post-orgasmic awkwardness settled over her. Lucien's gaze was a bit guilty while looking her flushed face and disheveled hair.
This guy Lucien is a womanizer, after all…
He internally sighed while giving her a faint smile.
"Are you ready to move on to the next step?"