Chapter 331 - 337

"Ngn... ahn, how could I possibly admit to loving something so despicable?! I only love my husband’s... tiny thing," she gasped breathlessly, even as her fingers completely betrayed her words by reaching down to stroke his thick, rigid shaft once more.

"See? Simple as that, Madam. I sincerely apologize for cumming inside your pussy earlier... I genuinely couldn’t control myself," Quinn whispered with a wicked grin, slowly shifting closer until his face hovered right above hers.

"Don’t... you’re getting way too close!" she stammered, weakly trying to shove his face away with one hand while her other hand continued its frantic, rhythmic motion below.

"Am I really that repulsive to your refined tastes, Madam? You mentioned wanting to use me as your personal sex toy earlier—how about we truly taste each other now? No strings attached," Quinn murmured, trailing his lips down toward the sensitive skin of her neck. She was slowly crumbling away, her resistance reduced to pathetic token gestures.

"Ngn... ahnn... I only meant to use you for the territory..."

"You can use me however you like, Madam."

"No... that’s not what I meant. It’s all for the sake of my husband... and protecting our domain..." She covered her burning face with her hands, yet her body silently surrendered, arching upward and willingly offering her chest for him to devour.

Slurp... slurp... "You’re allowed to enjoy moments like this for yourself, too, Madam. Just think of it as a necessary therapy session to relieve all that pent-up stress," Quinn licked a slow, hot stripe up her nape, noting with satisfaction that she wasn’t pushing him away at all anymore.

"Ah... ahn... I’m a married woman. Married women don’t behave like this..."

"What on earth are you talking about, Madam? Hehe, don’t worry yourself over trivial things... most powerful figures and high-ranking nobles do this all the time. Don’t you think you’re taking life a bit too seriously?" Quinn suddenly shifted his weight upward, gently lifting her arm to press open kisses along the sensitive skin of her armpit.

"Ahn... ahn... that area is dirty... please don’t do that..." she whimpered, her body melting as Quinn expertly pinpointed and stimulated her most hidden, sensitive pressure points. Even her legal spouse, despite all their years living together, had never discovered these intimate vulnerabilities.

Slurp... "This spot is remarkably sweet, Madam. I could easily sit here and lick your armpits forever if you’d let me," Quinn teased, continuing his meticulous ministrations while keeping his other hand locked in a steady, teasing rhythm between her thighs.

"Ahn... ahn... you’re so weird..."

"Perhaps I am... but your body is undoubtedly the finest I’ve ever laid hands on, Madam. So, what do you say about my proposal?" Quinn shifted his attention back to her face.

"Ahn... n-no, nothing like this is ever happening again after today. This was just a one-time mistake..." she murmured, stealing a quick, lingering glance down at his massive erection. It looked so enticing, so impossibly thick, that a deep part of her already wanted much more.

"You really think you’ll never do it again, Madam? Please, reconsider... your body is clearly starving for the kind of deep, fulfilling intimacy it’s been denied for so long."

"Don’t say such embarrassing things out loud... I’ve been perfectly fine living on my own terms."

"So you’ve just been using your own hand to pleasure yourself all this time, Madam?" Quinn found her flustered state utterly adorable; apparently, even high-tier transcendental powerhouses had their secret, lonely habits.

"..."

"Don’t try to lie to me, Madam."

"H-Hmm... why are you even asking me such a thing? You already know the answer..." She abruptly turned her head away, puffing out her cheeks in an embarrassed pout.

"Haha, my apologies. I just find your reactions entirely too cute, Madam," Quinn chuckled softly, closing the remaining distance between them. "How about I show you what a real kiss feels like, Madam? Let’s savor each other for a moment... after all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime mistake."

"Ngh... d-don’t, only lovers do that kind of thing," she protested, swatting his chest weakly while her face turned a brilliant crimson.

’Ahn... ahnn... how can you say such things... you tricked me into taking a simple massage, and now you’re demanding a kiss? What kind of utter insanity is this?’

"Just once, Madam. Forget everything else in the world—the work, the endless hassle, and the political problems. Let’s just enjoy this single moment together," Quinn whispered, staring intensely into her eyes, determined not to let this opportunity slip away.

’I’ve never failed yet. Hehe, go ahead and show me your hard-to-get side, Silvia. It won’t change a thing; I’m going to cream your pussy to absolute perfection until you’re completely addicted to my cock.’ Quinn closed the gap and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

"Ahnn... stop... smooch... smooochh..." She couldn’t help but yield to his leading pace. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the intoxicating warmth and taste of his lips.

’Ahn... this is terribly wrong. Why am I actually enjoying this... this is so incredibly bad. I’m a married woman... doing this is a severe sin,’ she argued with herself internally, but her treacherous body flatly refused to obey the commands of her conscience.

Smooch... smooch...

Quinn devoured her lips as if there were no tomorrow, his hand expertly kneading her heavy breasts while his fingers continued their steady, rhythmic assault on her dripping core.

"Ngnn... slurp... smooch..." She tried to pull away for air, but Quinn refused to let up, drinking in every gasp.

"Don’t think too much, Madam. Just enjoy the present moment, exactly as I am enjoying mine with you," Quinn murmured, ramping up the speed of his thrusts as he felt his second climax building—larger and more intense than before.

"Ngn... ahnn... ahnn... you really are hopeless... smooch..." She finally fought back, grabbing his shoulders, though Silvia was always destined to lose this battle. Since she was already knee-deep in transgression, she might as well embrace the attack!

"Now that’s what I’m talking about, Madam... hehe, you truly are one of the best partners I’ve ever had."

"Ngnn... you cheeky boy. I know you say that exact same line to every woman you conquer. You can’t fool me into thinking I’m the only one," she pouted. If only circumstances were different... if they had met under normal conditions, Silvia wouldn’t have hesitated to make him her own. Unfortunately, she was already heavily bound by social laws and marital vows.

Then again, laws were meant to be broken by the strong—and raw power always dictated reality.

"Haha, am I really just a cheeky boy in your eyes, Madam?" Quinn laughed softly, knowing she wasn’t entirely wrong.

"Yes... you certainly are. I know a manipulative young man when I see one," she muttered, gently pushing him away while secretly swallowing the lingering taste of his saliva.

’Even his saliva tastes dangerously good... what on earth is wrong with me?’ Silvia cursed herself inwardly. Keeping him around as an exclusive secret sex toy suddenly didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world.

’I can just abuse my political authority... right? Besides, my husband is fast asleep in the guest wing... so maybe I deserve to indulge myself every once in a while. NO! WHAT ON EARTH AM I THINKING? I’VE GONE INSANE!’ she screamed internally, wanting to slap herself for even entertaining such stray thoughts.

Slurp... "Well, whatever you want to call me, Madam, you better brace yourself because I’m about to cum!" Quinn roared, his thick shaft twitching violently as an enormous volume of pent-up seed surged from his heavy balls.

"Ngh... look, I knew you were going to say that..." She quickly reached out with her palm, trying to catch the impending flood, knowing full well the sheer scale of the mess she was about to handle.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

A thick, blindingly white, gooey torrent erupted outward, splattering directly across her palm and cascading down over her trembling, hourglass stomach.

"Ahnn... what kind of ridiculous amount is that? It’s easily twice as much as last time..." She caught herself mid-sentence, abruptly clamping her mouth shut before she could encourage him further with her commentary.

"Your handjobs are truly legendary, Madam. I can always tell when you’re putting your heart into it... hehe, so, what are you planning to do with all this fresh cum spilled across your stomach and palms now?" Quinn panted, finally pulling his spent, dripping cock back as he stood up from the table.

"Ahn... obviously, I’m going to wipe it off with a towel..."

"How about you taste it instead, Madam? Go ahead and sample my cum—see if it’s to your liking... hehe, though I have absolute confidence in my quality." Quinn offered with a smug grin, his heavy shaft still leaking stray drops of thick semen into the air, its potent, musky scent filling the enclosed space.

"No, that’s completely absurd... I could never do something so degrading. I’ll get genuinely angry if you keep pushing this absurdity," she gulped hard, staring longingly at the mess while her innate dignity and pride fought a losing battle against her corrupted inhibitions.

She was the high-ranking family head of one of the three most powerful factions in the entire territory—was she really expected to lick a nobody’s cum her hands? That had to be the most depraved joke ever conceived.

"Well, that’s a real shame, Madam... because my next proposal was going to involve you giving me a proper blowjob to clean me off." Quinn slowly stepped closer, positioning his heavy, unyielding member directly in front of her flushed face.

"Please, just indulge me, Madam... I can already tell you haven’t had nearly enough. Look at my cock—it’s still refusing to soften up," Quinn whispered, playfully tapping the tip of his rock-hard erection against her cheek.