Chapter 660: I’ll Make You Clean (R18)

Seeing the pitiful, almost pleading look on her husband’s face, like he was a little pet who had just been told to sit and wait for his treat, Cynthia simply smiled and then slowly, teasingly began to crouch down, dragging her hands along Nathanial’s increasingly heaving chest as she went, never once breaking eye-contact with him.

A few agonizingly long seconds later, Cynthia had lowered her plump peach all the way down and was now resting it on her taut calves, her legs spread slightly apart to ensure that ‘everything’ remained visible.

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The polished wooden floor of the king’s bedroom naturally had fancy carpets in most places, but even if it didn’t, kneeling would certainly have been more comfortable than holding this kind of pose. However, knowing just how enamoured her husband was with her current outfit, Cynthia felt it would be more to his liking if, when he looked down at her face, he could still see her blue and gold high-heels as well.

Besides, while a mortal woman might find holding such a position for an extended period of time difficult, it was child’s play for a Complete Mid-Rank Initiate like her.

Understanding what was about to happen next, the King truly felt a sense of anticipation; after all, while being intimate and sleeping together with his wives wasn’t something uncommon for him, his proud of powerful Queens weren’t often willing to provide such… exotic services.

Still, even with his libido raging, Nathanial couldn’t help asking, “Are… are you sure, Thia? I did take a quick shower earlier, but it’s still…”

Before he could finish his question, though, Cynthia, who was still staring up into the pair of purple eyes above her, pursed her lips into a pout, hooked her fingers into the elastic of the boxers, and gave them a hard tug, allowing the last piece of cloth adoring her dearest’s body to fall and pool around his feet.

She loved that her husband was always so considerate of her and her sisters even at moments like this, but right now, she had absolutely no patience for any of that shit and made a point of saying so, “You’re clean enough!”

Feeling the burning heat coming off the rock-hard cock in front of her, Cynthia swiftly wrapped one of her delicate little hands around it and gave it a firm tug, an amorous light flickering across her eyes in the next instant as she mused, “And even if you aren’t… I’ll make you clean…”

If it hadn’t been obvious enough before, it was certainly apparent now that the Third Queen was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Additionally, from how the stiff buds of her breasts were practically trying to pierce through her top, and from how soaking wet the thin piece of cloth covering her pussy had already become, it was clear Cynthia was also incredibly turned-on.

Perhaps it was the mood, perhaps it was her fancy new lingerie, or perhaps it was something else, but whatever it was, the Queen was currently feeling hotter and bolder than she ever had before.

Cynthia knew what she wanted.

She wanted it right now.

And nobody, not even Nathanial himself, was going to deny her!

…..

Nathanial’s spear might not have been classified as a legendary weapon unsurpassed by any other out there, but it was still long enough to stretch the full length of his Third Wife’s face, with a girth big enough that she could only just wrap her fingers around it completely.

19 centimetres long, 15 centimetres around, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

It was more than enough to allow Nathanial to claim he wielded a greatsword that was far above average when it came to both size and heft, and he knew it. Not that he would ever go around bragging about something so inane.

In fact, the only reason he had any idea he was so much ‘better off’ than most of his fellow men was because back in his days in the army, he had been forced to see more of these ‘tools’ than he ever wanted to during wilderness survival training where bathing was done in groups in rivers and lakes.

Needless to say, back then, with his handsome looks, charming personality, oversized equipment package, and identify as a genuine prince, Nathanial had been on the receiving end of quite a bit of hatred and envy from the other male soldiers.

That said, the impressive statistics of his cock didn’t make him immune to the machinations of his wife.

The instant he felt Cynthia grab and yank on his rod, Nathanial’s hips unconsciously jerked.

Then, the filthy, flirty words Cynthia spoke, along with the way she was licking her lips seductively, nearly caused him to bust his first load then and there.

Fortunately, as a powerful Low-Rank Martial Adept, Nathanial’s control over his own body was exceptional, so he managed to tightened his muscles just quickly enough to avoid earning the title ‘quick-shot’ for himself.

Still, much to his chagrin, he hadn’t managed to stop everything from leaking out.

Seeing this, the Third Queen giggled playfully, very satisfied with how well her surprise attack had worked.

Before her husband could get indignant at her teasing, Cynthia flicked out her delicate little tongue and licked up that tiny bead of essence.

This wasn’t her first time tasting this rather exotic delicacy, and normally she wasn’t the biggest fan of it; it didn’t taste ‘bad’ per-say, but it also wasn’t some kind of delicious treat either.

What Cynthia did know, however, was that every time she did this for him, Nathanial would get quite excited and go significantly harder than normal when he fucked her after, and that was something she very much wanted right now.

So, without any hesitation, Cynthia went to work, using one hand to grip the handle of her husband’s proud sword while she began carefully ‘polishing’ it.

She started at the tip, circling her tongue around the bulbous head a few times before giving it a quick kiss and suck to dry it off again.

It didn’t stay dry for long, however, as Cynthia began making her way down, twisting her head to the side as gave the underside a long, slow lick all the way to where her hand was before quickly dragging her tongue back up to the top.

The little vixen then repeated the process, only for the right side of the shaft this time.

Up, down, up, down…

Switching it up, from the left to right, top side to the bottom, fast to slow, Cynthia made sure to work every single bit of her husband’s sword, even getting the hand she was using to keep the shaft steady to stroke it rapidly at random intervals, ensuring it was evenly coated with her spit.

At the same time, almost unconsciously, Cynthia’s free hand reached down for to her own crotch where the first thing she felt was the sopping wet silk of her panties.

Unable to stop herself, she began stroking. Gently at first, but rapidly getting harder and faster as she tried to scratch that insatiable itch in her loins.

At the same time, Cynthia’s tongue never stopped working, her head moving about with equal parts noble grace and ravenous hunger.

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