Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) Chapter 432: The Begining of the End (3)*

Third Person’s POV

But his cold and clear words suddenly broke through her lewd stupor like a splash of ice water.

She managed to turn her head towards him, her ocean-blue eyes wide and shimring with sudden hurt.

Her face, which was already flushed from exertion and heat, deepened to a crimson shade of sha.

"W-What are you saying...?" she whispered with her voice thin and trembling, barely audible over their ragged breathing.

"I... I am not a whore..."

As the last word left her lips, a tear escaped her eye and traced a clean path through the sweat on her cheek to her chin.

And the sight of those genuine tears made Ethan’s smug smile freeze and vanish in an instant.

A sudden realization struck him that this innocent and sheltered noble girl had taken his crude taunt and his attempt to start a lustful play to heart.

He was her first man, and she was still navigating the turbulent waters of her own desire in such a vulnerable and raw fashion already.

A new plan to nd this damage and her hurt feelings was already forming fast in his mind.

In one smooth motion, he withdrew his slick, hard dick from her drenched pussy and plopped down onto the bed beside her, while also pulling her with him.

She gasped softly at the sudden emptiness, as a sound of loss and confusion escaped her lips.

"Haah~ Nnn..."

H maneuvered her soft, pliant body in such a way that she ended up facing him.

One of his hands slid possessively over the delicate curve of her waist, while the other moved to cup one of her full, heavy breasts.

As his thumb stroked its pale, soft skin and circled the now-tight, pink nipple, he pulled her close and forced her tear-filled eyes to et his.

"Shhh," he cooed and then leaned in to kiss her lips with a shocking softness.

He then gently licked the anxious, salty tears from her cheeks and whispered in a voice that seed to caress her soul like soft velvet.

"I was just joking, my love. You are the most beautiful and sexy girl I have ever seen. Your body is a paradise with which I want to stay connected forever..."

Such a lewd sentence made her blush even more.

Even though the words were spoken by him, the embarrassnt and sha she felt due to it made her want to hide in a hole.

Though Ethan, on the other hand continued to spout whatever ca into his mind, as if whatever he was speaking was not cheesy or lewd at all.

"...And you are the most loving, gentle soul I have ever had the fortune to claim as my lover."

His sweet nothings poured into her ears like a hypnotic rhythm.

As he spoke, he continued his gentle assault on her senses.

His hand on her breast kneaded and fondled the soft, pale flesh with his fingers, while pinching and rolling the sensitive and kiss swollen pink nipple until it started to itch and minute cuts appeared on it due to excessive rubbing and sucking her poor nipple had faced at Ethan’s hand.

His other hand drifted down from her waist, and his fingers traced through the damp golden curls between her legs before finding her swollen, sensitive V shaped mound and stroking it with repeated feather-light touches that made her jolt and whimper,

"Nngh... that’s...".

While he did this, he kept his own slick, hard mber pressed in the gap between her thick thighs.

Its constant in and out movent and the way its head touched and rubbed her pussy and asscrack occasionally, like whispering a series of lewd promises, made her tremble and moan as her mind was distracted, though he did not try to enter the aching, swollen slit of her pussy for now.

He wanted this mont to be tender, to recalibrate her emotions and bind her to him even more securely by heart and soul, along with her beautiful body that he had already claid as his own forever.

His soft words and his gentle yet expert fondling of her perfect, white breasts and puckered nipples, and the tender rubbings on her most intimate spot with his fingers and penis worked their magic.

Gradually, her tense body relaxed against his, and the hurt in her eyes softened into a dazed, receptive haze.

Driven by a surge of tender emotion and lust, she instinctively turned her head, her soft lips seeking his in a timid, heartfelt kiss.

Ethan didn’t resist her attempt and let her take control as he felt her inexperienced lips move against his with a newfound, desperate passion.

He sensed she was trying to express a whirlwind of feelings, love, comfort, forgiveness, and a need for reassurance.

Realizing his ruse had worked perfectly, he smiled inwardly before returning her kiss, his response growing deeper, more passionate, and deliberately overwhelming.

Her excitent, which had been so quickly quelled by his mischief, now returned with a vengeance.

A soft, breathy moan escaped from his mouth while her pale and delicate hand slid down from his shoulder.

Her fingers tentatively traced the hard lines of his abdon before closing around his thick, throbbing dick.

"Mmmph... Eryndor..."

She freed his dick from the comforting prison of her thick thighs and began to stroke him softly, her touch clumsy but fervent as her small fingers explored the velvety head and the heavy weight of his balls as she kissed him with a passion that mirrored his own, her body once more alight with a lust he had so carefully rekindled.

Her delicate and eager fingers continued their amateurish but enthusiastic stroking along the length of his shaft, and she could feel the hard, throbbing flesh beneath her palm grow even more rigid, as if giving untold promises.

Feeling her own desire coiling hot and urgent in her belly again, a mirror of the need she saw blazing in his crimson eyes, Ethan found his last shred of control snapping.