As he sank his teeth into the first bite of the tough, chewy meat, Lucien felt like he was in heaven. The initial burst of flavour plain as it was, followed by the soft fattiness coating his tongue, overwhelmed his senses.
"Is this... what it feels like to eat after three days?" Lucien thought.Tears welled up in his eyes. He knew very well this meat held no spices, no herbs just the raw, metallic taste of blood and sinew.
Yet to him, it was divine.
He chewed slowly, savouring every bite like it was the last piece of meat he'd ever eat.
When he finally swallowed, he exhaled softly, his mind a little clearer, the edge of desperation dulled.
"So... what now?" he asked, turning his eyes to Marina.
The portion had been small, far from filling—but it was enough to remind him he was still alive.
Marina remained silent.
Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Fear coiled in her chest, not just for her brother who is starving back in the village, but for the man sitting before her. He was no longer just the arrogant young master she once avoided. There was something else within him, something dangerous and calculative.
"Do you have any water?" Lucien asked, his voice low, distant—still caught in thoughts of what lay ahead. His future felt as uncertain as the trembling girl before him.
Marina froze.
"I... I didn't bring any, milord," she said softly. "The castle doesn't give us clean water..."
Lucien's brows furrowed. "What?"
She hesitated, then gestured to a filthy bucket near the stable. "We drink what's given to the horses, milord... mixed with hay and chickpeas."
He stood up halfway in disbelief. "You drink that? That black sludge? Is it always like that"
Her eyes dropped in shame. "Yes, milord."
A deep disgust twisted in his gut. "No. That ends now. Bring clean water from the castle. That's an order."
Her whole body jerked as if he'd struck her.
"No, milord! Please—if I'm caught, the Baroness will, she'll kill me!"
Her voice cracked. She flinched, arms curling over her body like a beaten animal, expecting punishment. Lucien stilled, his anger crumbling into something else.
Confusion.
"Was she always like this?"Had someone beaten her into this state, or was it just that the old Lucien never noticed, she is like this?
His gaze softened as he met her frightened eyes. "Then... how am I supposed to quench my thirst?" he asked
She blinked. As if something slipped from her lips without thinking.
"I... I could offer my saliva..."
And then silence.
A heartbeat later, realisation struck her like lightning. She gasped and buried her face in her knees, mortified, her cheeks flushed crimson.
"I'm sorry, young master! Please forgive me!" Marina bowed deeply, the shame burning hotter than the hunger in her belly. Her voice trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, expecting the worst. "I didn't mean to offend you..."
Silence.
Then, his voice came—calm, unnervingly so.
"...That's not a bad idea."
She blinked, confused.
Her lips trembled. She looked up, eyes wide, glistening with fear and something unnameable. "Y-Young master..."
Lucien took a step forward, slow, deliberate. His hand rose, not threatening, not gentle either. Two fingers traced the edge of her jaw, lifting her face until she was forced to meet his fiery gaze. His touch was cold, but his breath was warm.
Their eyes locked.
She froze.
He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
Marina was not the only one whose heart was racing. His own pounded in his chest, his mind buzzing, his blood pumping. He could hear her breaths, soft and nervous, her skin flushed, warm under his fingertips.
She was a stranger, a girl he barely knew, yet in that moment, he felt strangely possessive.
Suddenly two lips meet with each other, Lucien never felt something like this felt like he was in heaven blood plumped on his lower half that it needed river to flow.
His fingers brushed against hers, accidentally, yet deliberately slow. She didn't pull away. In that sliver of contact, something silent passed between them.
They kissed, and kept kissing for fifteen minutes.
From normal to french ones, as he put his finger on hers back. she breakout her kissed, she didn't dislike such sensation, watching him with her eyes!
She spoke passionately
"Are you a god! young master?"
"Yeah just for you." Lucien replied subtly as he put his lips on her neck.
He whispered.
"Just for me?"
It's a strange question to ask, but she meant it.
His words, his kiss, the way he touched her, they all felt like a blessing. A miracle.
First time in such long time she moaned.
"Ugh"
This sound escape her moan made his dick hard, as he start to bite and kissed her neck she start to gone desperate and wild, previous shy girl, gone away leaving only her womanhood and lust.
His body scent gone toward her nostril as she felt on the kiss of Lucien,
From the outside moon casting softing glow on both of them, each looked at each other body.
Lust cover both of them as lucien took her gown like one piece dress her ample breast became visible infront of him her nipples slightly brown and firm
She is a little taller than him so he had to bend down and kissed her.
Both of them moaned as their tongues meet
They went back again to the ground as the kiss continue, Lucien's hand moved all over her body, and she did the same, the more they kissed the more the fire in them burn, his right hand started touching her breast as her left hand is going down on his body, she felt the hardness through his clothes, she start rubbing it.