[Evelina’s illustration] :-
Bathed in the sultry light of the morning Sun, Duchess Evelina’s voluptuous body radiated a carnal allure, every curve highlighted by the soft fabric clinging to her skin.
Each step was a slow, deliberate invitation, her hips swaying with an erotic grace that sent a surge of heat through Lucian’s body.
As she neared the bed, the sheer sensuality of her presence became overwhelming — her breasts full and perfectly framed, the low cut of her gown teasing just enough to spark a raw hunger.
Her scent, rich with jasmine and sandalwood, was intoxicating, wrapping around him like a seductive whisper, urging his desires to surface.
She lowered herself gracefully beside Lucian’s head, her full, perfectly rounded breasts giving a slight, tantalizing jiggle with each subtle movement.
Her dark, smoldering eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark.
As she sat, her firm, peach-like ass pressed enticingly against the smooth fabric of her gown, the plump curves offering a sinful invitation with every shift of her hips.
Lucian’s mind raced, his gaze lingering on her seductive figure, the thought of her bare skin beneath the delicate cloth flashing vividly in his thoughts, stirring his primal urges.
The image of her naked, body fully revealed to him, sent a wave of heat coursing through him, igniting a hunger.
He felt his c0ck twitch involuntarily, desire surging through him at the mere thought of her bare body. His gaze darkened as it locked onto hers, filled with a growing hunger.
“Duchess,” he said, his voice thick with barely restrained lust, “Weren’t you supposed to bring a few caretakers? I see no one else here?!”
Her eyes sparkled with wicked intent, a sly smile curving her lips as she leaned closer.
“That won’t be necessary,” she purred, her voice a sultry whisper, “I can take care of you myself, Your Highness.”
“Oh?” His voice dropped lower, suspicion and intrigue flickering in his eyes as he studied her closely, the lust in his words unmistakable, “And why would you want to do that?”
Her smile deepened, a glimmer of predatory intent in her gaze as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his face.
“What if one of them had ill intentions?” she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur, “With the Duke now out of Dukedom, how can I guarantee your safety if I’m not here, watching over you myself?”
Lucian feigned contemplation, nodding slowly as if weighing her words carefully.
“You raise a valid concern. Perhaps it is safer to keep me alone,” he said, his voice carrying a note of false relief.
His eyes gleamed with hidden intent as he added, “I trust you, Duchess.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned even closer, her lips now mere inches from face.
“I can assure you, Your Highness,” she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that danced on the air, “I will take very good care of you.”
A playful glimmer sparkled in her eyes as she leaned closer, “So if there is anything you want from me… anything at all, I’m here to assist.”
Lucian’s mind whirled with intoxicating desire, his thoughts ignited by the provocative nature of her words.
This woman is a slut, he thought, unable to shake the heat rising within him.
He cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on her full, luscious lips, the curve of them enticingly close.
“Actually, there is something you can do for me right now,” he purred, his voice thick with suggestion, dripping with expectation.
Her lips curled into a teasing smile, rich amusement glimmering in her dark eyes, “Oh? And what is it, Your Highness?”
Lucian took a moment, his gaze locked onto hers, before replying, “I trust the Duchess knows that my leg has been critically injured?”
“Yes, Your Highness. I’ve heard about that,” she said, leaning closer, her voice a blend of concern and intrigue.
She was concerned about whether he could still ‘move his hips’ with his injured legs, and was also curious about what Lucian wanted from her.
“Well, the pain is still unbearable,” he confessed, his voice low and strained, “I can barely walk properly.”
“Would you like me to massage your leg?” she offered, her voice smooth and inviting, laced with genuine concern, “It might help ease the pain a little.”
“That would be great, actually! But right now, I… I need to go to…” Lucian ‘hesitated’, his words faltering as a flush crept across his cheeks.
“Go where?” she prompted, her tone teasing, her curiosity piqued.
Lucian sighed, ’embarrassment’ flooding his face.
“B-Bathroom… I need to use the bathroom,” he mumbled, the heat of the moment tinged with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
Duchess Evelina nodded slowly, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks.
“That’s… that’s why I mentioned it might be more appropriate for a caretaker to come,” he explained, his tone tentative, “It’s not something someone of your status should have to deal with.”
“Oh, Your Highness, don’t be shy,” she replied with a warm smile, leaning closer, “I’ve already told you I’m more than capable of assisting you. Please, let me help.”
“But…” Lucian began to ‘protest’, uncertainty flickering in his gaze.
“Come now, Your Highness. You’re in no condition to refuse my offer,” she smirked, her voice low and enticing, “Let me take care of you.”
With her delicate jade-like fingers, Evelina quickly grasped the edge of Lucian’s blanket and pulled it back, revealing his lean, muscular body.
Her breath caught for a moment as her eyes widened, taking in the sight of his sculpted arms and defined abs, a work of art that ignited a fire within her.
Soon, her gaze fell lower, resting on his impressive semi-erect d!ck, standing proud and bold before her.
So massive! So thick!
But, why is it red, like blood!?
Perhaps this the colour of the Royal Family!?
That bastard Varian had never satisfied me with his pathetic worm, but perhaps…
Many thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
“Oh! Please forgive my indecency!” Lucian exclaimed suddenly, his voice laced with ’embarrassment’ as he shifted slightly, yet a smirk playing on his lips.
“It’s okay, Your Highness. I understand,” she purred, her voice now sultry and inviting, “Let’s get you to the bathroom, shall we?”
Her heart raced with a thrilling mix of excitement and nervousness as she rose to help him up, their skin brushing together, sending shivers down her spine.
She had never imagined the Prince would possess such a magnificent c0ck!
Perhaps today, her little cave would finally be filled to the brim…
She guided him into rising up and leaning on her for support.
Slowly, they made their way towards the bathroom, which was also in the room, with Lucian putting up a pretense of pain and weakness, while Duchess Evelina struggled to suppress her arousal.
Lucian’s hand was wrapped around her slim waist, and her mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining what it would feel like to have his strong hands on her body, exploring her curves and caressing her skin.
Smirking, Lucian ‘accidentally’ brushed against her perky ass, causing her to let out a small gasp.
“Ahh~”
“Are you okay, Duchess?” he asked, his voice filled with feigned concern as his hands now rested gently on her hips, “I’m sorry, that was unintentional. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Duchess Evelina looked up at him, her cheeks flushed.
“I’m fine, just caught me off guard,” she replied, her voice slightly trembling.
“That’s a relief,” he said, his smirk widening as he subtly tightened his grip, “I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I understand, Your Highness.”
The closer they got to the bathroom, the more ‘weak’ Lucian became, forcing her to carry more of his weight.
Finally, they arrived at the bathroom door, which Evelina opened with a flick of her hand.
She guided Lucian inside, careful not to bump him into anything.
Once he stood near a small hole, Lucian turned to Evelina, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Duchess, would you mind holding… holding my… up a bit? I need to use my hands for support to stand.”
“But, Your Highness,” she ‘hesitated’, uncertainty flickering across her face.
With a smirk, Lucian suddenly grasped her hands and guided them to his now fully erect c0ck, pressing her palms against its warm, throbbing d!ck.
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt its heat and formidable thickness beneath her fingertips.
It’s so hard! So hot!
As she instinctively held him, her heart raced with a thrilling mix of trepidation and excitement, pounding in her chest like a wild drum.
“Please, Duchess, just for a moment,” he pleaded, his voice low and earnest, “I can’t stand without using my hands for support.”
With a gulp, Evelina nodded, her breath hitching as her fingers trembled slightly while wrapping around his thick sausage.
Slowly, she began to ‘unconsciously’ explore the contours of his d!ck, her fingers moving in a gentle rhythm as they traced the smooth, heated surface.
The weight of his pleasure-tool felt both foreign and intoxicating in her hands, and with each deliberate stroke, she felt a surge of adrenaline.
Lucian’s breath slightly quickened, mirroring the growing lust between them, as she continued to hold his c0ck with a mix of curiosity and allure, feeling the pulsing heat.
Suddenly, she felt a stream of hot piss trickle over her fingers.
PSSSSSHHHHH…..
She gasped as she felt the stream was warm and steady, a stark contrast to the coolness of her hands.
As Lucian stealthily pressed his hips forward, the soft friction of her fingers against him heightened the electric lust between them.
Each gentle movement sent ripples of sensation coursing through her, amplifying the fire igniting within her core.
Evelina felt a delicious thrill race through her, as if she were standing on the precipice of a heady new world where only desire ruled.
With every heartbeat, her awareness of him intensified, drawing her further into the experience.
The warmth of his release flooded her senses, mingling with the pulse of her own excitement.
After a moment, Lucian finished peeing and looked at Evelina.
“Thank you, Duchess, for your help. It’s so embarrassing to need help with such things,” he replied sheepishly with ’embarrassment’, “Now that I’m done, could… could you also clean me with a towel?”
Evelina couldn’t believe what she had heard.
She was already turned on by his flesh, but now the thought of wiping him down with a towel made her c*nt wet.
“Of… of course, Your Highness,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm and steady.
With her heart racing, she slowly began to clean his erect c0ck with a towel, her fingers teasingly lingering over his foreskin, gently wiping away the warmth and moisture that clung to his skin.
Each touch felt electric, awakening sensations she hadn’t dared to explore before coming here, as she savored the weight of his f*cktool in her hands, the connection between them deepening with every moment…