The morning sun’s warm glow streamed through the tall, ornate windows, casting a soft light that filled the room with a golden hue.
The heat was gentle and comforting, embracing the spacious chamber with a serene warmth.
At the center of the room was a grand, four-poster bed, draped in rich crimson silks and adorned with golden tassels — a bed clearly fit for royalty. Sunlight highlighted the intricate carvings of the bed.
Upon the bed lay Prince Lucian, his white hair fanned out across the plush pillows like snow on a crimson field.
His crimson eyes keenly focused on the breathtaking scene before him!
His gaze held an intensity that pierced through the soft morning light, exuding both command and a simmering pleasure.
His powerful frame was relaxed, but his attention was anything but, as he watched the woman in front of him with a hunger that belied the calmness of his posture.
Kneeling between his legs was Isabella, her beautiful blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of shimmering sapphires, vibrant against her red royal gown.
The gown clung to her form, its rich fabric moving with every shift of her body, the gold embroidery catching the sunlight in delicate, glowing patterns.
She was a vision of beauty and elegance, her lips moving with a steady rhythm, a silent devotion that was both intimate and reverent.
Lucian’s eyes never left her, his fingers reaching out to comb through the cool silk of her hair, guiding her with a subtle, possessive touch.
The contrast between his white hair and her deep blue locks was mesmerizing — a striking clash of colors that added to the charged atmosphere in the room.
Isabella’s eyes, like deep pools of blue, occasionally flicked upward to meet his, seeking his approval.
Each time they did, Lucian’s lips would curl into a slow, satisfied smile, his gaze dark and filled with a mix of amusement and desire.
Slurp~ Slurp~
Sounds of wet slurping and soft muffled moans were echoing in the room.
Lucian was laying on his bed with his eyes closed, feeling the wet sensation of his sister’s tongue and lips. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
She was on her knees in front of him, taking his hard rod into her mouth.
It had been three days since they had first f*cked in the Imperial Garden, and they had done it several times since then.
Lucian had developed a taste for his sister’s body, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
His eyes were now closed, and he could feel her soft lips and warm tongue working his shaft.
She could feel the pressure building inside him, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he erupted.
“Use your t!ts just the way I taught you,” he moaned.
She obeyed with a timid nod, her face flushed with a mix of shyness and arousal.
Slowly, she leaned forward, her trembling hands cupping her own breasts, which were as full and soft as ripe melons.
With a nervous breath, she positioned them around Lucian’s throbbing rod, the warmth of her skin enveloping him completely.
Despite the size of her ample breasts, his d!ck still managed to push through, the tip slipping out from the soft valley with each upward stroke, gleaming with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-c*m.
Isabella began to move, her breasts sliding up and down along his shaft, her fingers pressing them together to keep him tightly enclosed within her b*obs.
Her body quivered with each motion, a shiver of embarrassment mixing with the heat spreading through her veins.
The rhythmic movement caused her breathing to grow uneven, and soon, the sounds of her soft moans mingled with the slick, wet sounds of his length moving against her skin.
The mushroom head of his c*ck would occasionally press against her lips as it emerged from the depths of her cleavage, and she instinctively took him in, her lips wrapping around his tip while her breasts continued to massage his shaft.
Gagk~ Gahk~
shlurp~ slurp~
The room filled with the lewd sounds of their actions — wet slaps, soft gasps, and the occasional gagging sound as Lucian’s hardness slipped into her mouth too deeply.
Lucian grunted as he felt the pressure building inside him.
His hands tangled in her silky hair, and he began to thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
“I’m going to come, Isabella,” he groaned.
She didn’t respond, but he could feel her efforts intensify, her tongue working overtime as she took him to the base of his shaft.
Spurt~~
Suddenly, he exploded, his hot, sticky seed erupting into her mouth.
Gulp~ Gulp~
She swallowed it eagerly, licking and sucking him until he was dry.
Lucian opened his eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at his sister.
“You’re learning fast,” he said, grinning wickedly.
“Thank you,” Isabella replied, blushing.
They both knew they would be spending much more time together in the future, and neither of them minded.
She already accepted that she was his, and he had claimed her as his own.
They would share a bond that could never be broken, and it would only grow stronger with each passing day.
She was reluctant at first, but now, she felt a strange sense of excitement bubbling within her, a desire that she couldn’t deny.
No matter what she did, after that fateful encounter she couldn’t satisfy her urges.
So, she gave in and surrendered herself to her brother’s desires, knowing that it was the only way to quench her own.
She knew it was forbidden, but the deeper the sin, the sweeter it felt!
Looking into Lucian’s hungry, lustful eyes, Isabella instantly understood his silent demand.
Without him needing to speak, Isabella slowly rose from her position between his legs, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink, her hands trembling as she reached for the golden clasps of her gown.
Her fingers fumbled slightly, betraying her nerves as she began to undo them, one by one, each soft click sounding louder in the heavy silence of the room.
The rich red gown loosened around her shoulders, and with a shaky breath, Isabella let the fabric slide down her arms, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath.
She hesitated only for a moment, feeling the weight of Lucian’s intense stare as the gown slipped further, exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.
Her heart raced, her body trembling slightly with each passing second, as she continued to undress in front of him.
She could feel the heat rising in her p*ssy, a mix of embarrassment and something deeper that made her body tingle with anticipation.
As she reached the last of the laces, her fingers trembled, causing her to pause. She stole a quick, almost timid glance at Lucian.
His eyes, half-lidded and burning with a fierce hunger, gave her the courage to continue.
With a deep, shaky breath, she tugged the laces free, letting the gown fall away completely, pooling around her feet like spilled wine.
Beneath the gown, she wore a thin, nearly transparent panty, revealing the wetness at her slit and the soft, inviting contours of her p*ssy.
She bit her lip, feeling the cool air against her exposed skin, her body quivering both from the chill and the intensity of the moment.
Slowly, she hooked her thumbs under the thin straps, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
She pulled them down over her shoulders, the sheer fabric sliding off her body and falling away, leaving her bare before him.
Her long blue hair fell around her face like a protective curtain, and she instinctively tried to hide behind it, her shy nature battling with the lust pooling within her.
Her legs felt unsteady as she climbed onto the bed, but her body kept moving without hesitant.
She positioned herself over Lucian’s erect c*ck, hovering just above his d!ck, her breath coming in soft, nervous gasps.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her p*ssy lips, and a shiver ran through her body.
Despite how many times they had done this in the past few days, her body still reacted with a mix of fear and desire.
With a shaky hand, she reached down to guide his thick c*ck to her wet entrance, her body trembling as she felt his heat against her.
She bit her lip again, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to slowly sink down, inch by inch, onto his hard rod.
