Lucian wiped the sweat from his brow and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table.
Taking a long sip, he glanced at the clock, his thoughts drifting to the last few days.
After two days of intense sessions with Isabella, he had finally given her some rest.
Her blissful expression as she lay sprawled on the bed was a testament to the pleasure he’d bestowed upon her.
Still, something else nagged at his mind — his last visit to his aunt Eloise.
‘Everything was going smoothly… until that sh!thead Augustine ruined everything,’ he thought bitterly, clenching the glass in his hand.
The memory of his encounter with Eloise lingered.
He had been so close, just one step away from claiming her, but Augustine’s untimely visit had ruined it.
‘If that eunuch wasn’t so damn clingy, I’d have f*cked her by now,’ Lucian mused darkly, the corner of his lips twitching in frustration.
His thoughts were interrupted as his maid entered the room.
She had come to relay a message he had sent earlier.
Yesterday, he had ordered her to inquire whether Eloise would allow him to accompany her on her upcoming business trip.
The answer had finally come, and as the maid approached, Lucian’s curiosity piqued.
“My lord,” the maid began, “Princess Eloise has agreed to your request. She will be leaving today, and you’re to join her.”
Lucian smirked. So, the sl*t agreed after all.
He had expected no less from his aunt, who had always harbored her own secrets and desires.
With Augustine out of the picture for now, Lucian would have plenty of opportunities.
Lucian turned his gaze to the maid, his dark red eyes gleaming with lust.
She stood awkwardly, clearly hesitant to leave, her eyes darting toward Isabella’s blissfully sleeping figure on the bed.
Lucian noticed the way her gaze lingered on his harness, and the familiar gleam of lust flickered in her eyes.
He raised an eyebrow, amused. It wasn’t the first time she had served him, and by now, she knew what he liked.
“Come, clean me off,” Lucian said, his voice commanding as he stood from the bed, his cock still half-hard from the recent encounter with Isabella.
The maid, blushing but eager, stepped forward and kneeled before him.
Without hesitation, she began to clean him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his c*ck as she sucked greedily, eager to please.
Lucian placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements with a firm grip.
Her soft moans mixed with the wet sounds of her lips as she worked, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft, cleaning every inch.
The sensation of her warm, wet mouth brought a smirk to Lucian’s lips.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he muttered, his voice dripping with lust.
The maid’s only response was to bob her head faster, taking him deeper into her throat.
Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the act of pleasing him, and Lucian watched with satisfaction as she swallowed him whole.
Her eager tongue circled the fat tip of his c*ck, then moved lower, swirling over his balls as she tasted him, her eyes wide with arousal.
Lucian relished the sight of her on her knees before him, his c*ck down her throat.
Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her chest heaved with the effort of pleasuring him.
She was a dirty maid indeed, and Lucian was sure that this would not be the last time that she served him this way.
Eventually, he could hold back no longer.
He closed his eyes and allowed himself to piss in her mouth, filling her throat with the warm, salty liquid.
The maid didn’t pull back, instead she just opened her throat and took him even deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed.
Gulp~ Gulp~
Her eyes rolled back as she took him deeper, drinking everything he had to offer.
She didn’t let a single drop spill from her mouth, not even a drop.
When Lucian finished pissing, he pulled himself from her mouth, a thin stream of drool and piss still connecting his c*ck with her lips.
The maid wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him, her face flushed with lust and need.
“F*ck me, master,” she whispered.
Lucian did not have to be told twice.
He grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the bed, lifting her skirts and revealing her wet c*nt.
Without hesitation, he plunged his d!ck deep into her f*ckhole, thrusting hard and fast…
…
Lucian, now fully dressed after his bath and ready for the day, left the chamber.
He wore his princely attire — a dark, form-fitting robe with intricate gold embroidery along the sleeves and chest.
The royal emblem of the empire was etched into the fabric, marking his status as the Fifth Prince.
His long, flowing white hair fell in loose waves down his back, and his blood-red eyes shimmered with a dangerous gleam.
As he exited his Palace’s gate, he was greeted by the sight of three chariots lined up at the gates, each pulled by sleek black horses with gold-embroidered bridles.
The horses’ eyes glimmered with a quiet power, their hooves stomping the ground impatiently.
The royal guards, dressed in gleaming silver armor, stood at attention as Lucian approached.
One of them bowed deeply and opened the door to the third chariot, indicating that it was his.
But Lucian’s attention wasn’t on the guards.
His eyes flickered to the Death Guards standing around the middle chariot, their black armor casting a dark shadow over the courtyard.
Their faces were hidden behind heavy helmets, but Lucian knew what they were — the lifeless soldiers he had seen guarding Eloise’s place.
Their presence here confirmed that the middle chariot belonged to her.
But, Who the hell is inside the first one? Lucian wondered.
He hadn’t been told of anyone else joining this journey, but the placement of the chariots implied something more was going on here.
The first chariot, also finely decorated like the others, hinted at someone important — someone with enough influence to disrupt the usual order of things.
Before Lucian could speculate further, a sneering voice cut through the quiet air.
“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up!”
Lucian’s head snapped toward the first chariot.
From its window, Second Prince Drake’s mocking face peeked through, a smug smirk curling on his lips.
His dark hair was neatly combed back, his eyes gleaming with condescension as they locked onto Lucian.
“Prince Lucian, gracing us with his oh-so-important presence,” dressed in royal purple robes and oozing arrogance, Drake emphasized the word ‘Prince’ with disdain, as though mocking Lucian’s title.
Lucian’s brow furrowed as he glared at his half-brother. Why the hell is this son of a b!tch here?