V2 Chapter 87

"....Ahmmmmmm!!!"

Marelys cried.

Her perfect body jumped and twisted on the marble platform under Cian’s continuing assault. She kept cumming again and again as her near-shattered mind was given no time to understand what was causing it!

Cian kept his strong grip on Marelys dancing chest, cruelly twisting and pulling at the vulnerable nipples with wild abandon while he joyfully suckled at the defenseless Marelys erupting sex!

She was beginning to appreciate his talented tongue and he drove her to two more orgasms before she pushed him away.

While she was coming down and trying to regain her senses, Marelys watched Cian climb up over her and capture her lips with his. His face was shiny with her juices, and as his tongue plunged into her mouth, she could taste her pussy during their very erotic kiss. While his tongue was exploring her mouth, Marelys felt his thick erection pressed against the inside of her thigh and she suddenly realized that he hadn't come yet.

While continuing to kiss her, Cian took his shaft in his hand and Marelys felt him run the bulbous head up and down her lips and over her wet slit. As he broke their kiss and his mouth moved down to her nipples, Marelys lowered herself down on her back as he towered over her. Her legs were open and her need for him was as great as his desire for her.

He had one hand on a breast as he sucked hard on its nipple. The other hand was on his cock as he guided it close to her core. This was really going to happen. He wasn't wasting any time. He wanted to get inside her. And he needed to do it as soon as possible!

As Marelys felt his large cock head touch her swollen lips, she was a little concerned with his size.

“Easy baby, you are so big,” Marelys said.

Cian must have understood because he slowed down and started to ease himself inside her. He was really stretching her but soon he popped in. He groaned from her tightness and heat. Pushing in, he was able to get deeper. Slow in and out strokes helped. The reality of her being someone else wife was not slowing him down. Because from now on, she was his…!

He hit bottom with about an inch of his big cock left to go.

“Mareee….!”

Marelys pulled her mouth away from his gasping and moaning in pleasure. Almost instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her. This was so surreal and yet she knew this was what she had wanted all along. His ivory cock thrust into her dark depths.

Marelys gasped, her pussy stretched wide open by his huge dick. That huge, fleshy shaft stretching her pussy open and sending her entire body shaking in delight. Marelys felt her pillowy, voluptuous tits shook as he leaned over her. Her alluring ashy hair fell down his cute, girlish face. Cian gasped out in playful delight as his cock reamed so deep into her pussy. Marelys shuddered, clamping down on him as she savored the friction of her cock pumping away at her hot cunt.

“Oh, my dearest Mare,” Cian moaned. “You don’t know how much I longed for this, for you! Oh, you feel so wonderfully wicked on my cock. The delight is just bubbling through my body. Mmm, I love it.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Marelys hissed. “Just fuck me, my prince! I need to cum on this big dick!”

“Indeed! I would love it ever so much if your hot quim did convulse with abject delight upon my cock.” Cian began to move inside of her with a slow and steady pace of long even strokes. He then moved forward and Marelys felt his weight on top of her sensually crushing her breasts against his chest. Marelys moved her hips up to meet his thrusts and felt another orgasm rocked her body.

Seeing her release, Cian began pumping furiously into her.

She was drunk in the passion.

She savored it.

As Cian quickened the pace, Marelys began to thrust her hips up hard against him. Both of them were grunting and sweating profusely as Cian fucked Marelys hard and fast on that marble platform.

Marelys started moaning and groaning as another powerful orgasm overtook her and her body shook almost uncontrollably as Cian continued his powerful thrusts. He found just the right balance of roughness and gentleness. His hips would move fast, pounding his cock against her G-spot until she came, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, and then he would slow down, whispering words of affection and spilling kisses down her neck, as her body prepared itself for the next orgasmic peak.

Marelys pushed against him and but he knew she didn’t want to be free. Her pleasure was so intense that she needed something to push back against. His lovemaking was exquisite. The restraints took away the pressure of wondering if she was doing it right, wondering if he liked the things she did. He fucked her with raging intensity as she writhed and struggled beneath him, gasping in shock every time the head of his cock hit her G-spot. She was dripping all over his balls. She couldn’t tell if she was coming repeatedly or if it was just one endless orgasm.

After she had come down from the peak, she could tell by his breathing he was close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out of her.

… …

Cian had just returned to the Celebration Hall but he couldn’t see Sibylla in their table. His brows couldn’t help but furrow. However, as he was about to look for her, he spotted a very familiar figure standing by the balcony with wine on her hand, looking at the purple moon in the sky. If it was not Sibylla, then who else could she be?

Cian smiled faintly and started walking towards her. Sibylla seemed to have noticed his arrival because she turned towards him with a gentle smile. Cian stripped off his fur jacket and wrapped it around her, "What are you doing here outside? It’s cold,”

Sibylla shook her head. “I was waiting for you,”

“I’m sorry it took long,” Cian smiled embarrassedly.

But Sibylla shook her head again and smiled at him, “I just felt the night is so peaceful and came here,”

“What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about you!" Sibylla said as she pressed her cheek up against Cian’s, "I'm thinking about the future, our future together. I know that our future would surely become stormy and full of tribulations. But just the thought of being together for the next multiple decades makes me feel warm and fortunate rather than feeling worried about what’s to come."

After hearing Sibylla’s response, Cian spun her around and grabbed onto her hands, "There’s no life in this world that is not stormy. Challenges are what make life exciting… what makes it worthy of living and standing up. And with you by my side, I feel the tribulations are nothing to care about.” Cian muttered with smug confidence.

“Arrogant,” Sibylla chided.

“No,” Cian shook his head. “This is confidence. After all, Lady Luck is my side…you are on my side.” Cian hugged Sibylla and suddenly planted a faint kiss on her forehead. “Honestly, I don’t want you to mix in these troubled waters. It was you who had brought these colors into my dull life and I’m very thankful for that. And I had loved you for that. Hence, I want you to be happy. I want you to laugh a lot."

Cian sighs. "...However, I just can’t do that. There are some things I cannot control. And this is one of them. The more I want to keep you by my side, the deeper you will be pulled into this treacherous sea.” He cast her an apologetic glance, full of bitterness.

But Sibylla shook her head and smiled at Cian, “I had already prepared myself for that.”

“Sibylla…”

“I’ve already made my decision a long time ago, and I would never regret it. The road ahead may not be worse than the road behind. But there is no storm I cannot pass…since someone is there for me." she replied with a raspy voice as a tear rolled out of her eye and seeped into Cian's shirt. “…I don’t know what exactly I’ll be able to do for you, but I’ll always be by your side.” Sibylla stood up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on Cian’s lips. She then hooked her arms around his neck, "That had been our agreement, right?”

The beautiful modern-style dress clung to Sibylla’s voluptuous curves, making her look extra tall and beautiful, like that of a true Goddess of nature. As for her ridiculously beautiful face, it looked extra attractive underneath the Mansion’s lighting with the full blue moon as a backdrop. She was always, in his eyes, and to everything, clear as ice and clean as jade.

This was the Sibylla that Cian was mesmerized by; the Sibylla that he almost worshipped; the most precious gift that he received from the Demon God.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?" Cian grinned.

"No, you didn't." Sibylla smiled mischievously.

"You are honestly beautiful."

After speaking, Cian reached out his arms and pulled Sibylla once again into his embrace.

“May I have this dance?”

“Gladly,” Sibylla curtsied with a wide radiant smile hanging on her face. Cian took her hand and led her to the dance floor. On the way, he was observing the dancers.

He found that all the dancers, not just the neophytes learning to dance socially, but also the older ones who had been attending balls for a long time, were terrible at dancing. Though, this is only in the perspective of a modern man. Only several people looked quite good at it, most were high ranking noble women—if most people looked like ducks in a pond, then they were swans. Beautiful and elegant. Truly mesmerizing.

Cian and Sibylla’s appearance immediately grabbed everyone‘s attention the moment they stepped into the dance floor.

The Prince...and The Princess...!

The music orchestras hurriedly changed the melody into something more fitting—waltz, or at least, that’s what Cian could think after hearing the soft and gentle melody. He chuckled, perfect.

Other people stopped dancing to make way for them. In an instant, they had become the focus of attraction, standing at the very center of the hall. If this was in the modern world, there would have already been a glaring spotlight pointing at them. Sadly, such a luxury is impossible to find in this world.

Sibylla was somewhat uncomfortable from the gaze directed at her. As she stood hesitating, she found herself swung’ up in strong arms. Hurriedly, her hands reflexively clung towards Cian.

When she raised her gaze, she was greeted by a smirking expression by the man she loved so much she could die for.

“...The night is ours, so why don’t you give me a smile?” Cian asked, his smirk breaking into a grin, a hue on the pale skin of his cheeks, a look Sibylla had seen plenty of times when Cian was thinking of a mischievous prank. But this time seemed somewhat different.

Cian executed a perfect formal bow and Sibylla answered with a brief curtsy. Then, he cupped one hand at her waist while the other cradled her palm. His unfailing precision and courtesy gave her confidence as the first beats of the dance sounded.

The rhythm was mercifully slow. The dance steps were extremely familiar to her, as it was one of the necessary skills for a noblewoman and was then drilled inside her mind since she was a child. Still, with Cian’s eyes staring at her directly at such intimacy in front of many people, her heart couldn’t help but throb, and her mind seemed to gone blank all of a sudden.

This would be the first time they would dance such intimately in front of the crowd. And would probably be the start of many that follow.

Cian could tell she was a bit nervous so he looked her in the eyes and whispered; "It's just you and me Sibylla, just you and me."

Sibylla’s gazed into Cian’s eyes and saw all the love and support he was feeling for her. She felt a sense of calm settle over her and she smiled at Cian. "Thanks, Aanuel," she whispered back.

The next thing she knew the music started and Cian started dancing with Sibylla.

Forward, sideways, and a close step.

That was the basic pattern of the dance.

The two of them began their dance with a perfect round.

All awareness of the others around them faded.

At this very moment, Cian was dimly aware of the music but his main focus was Sibylla. The girl he loved but owed too much. They had locked eyes and he just danced. It seemed they were floating in the clouds, their movements were effortless, they moved and twirled across the floor.

The couple's performance was only getting better and better.

...as the night goes deeper.