Though Elaviel half-believed Truman's reasoning, her blasphemy was undeniable. Her compromise was born of necessity, and when all was settled, his fate would hinge on the goodwill he'd earned.
"Your Highness, I don't care for my life. If my everything can secure the holy city's peace and your survival, it's worth it—even if it means this impure act!"
Truman's words were heartfelt, but Elaviel's frown showed her skepticism. Under his burning gaze, she avoided dwelling on his sincerity.
As his face drew near, her voice remained steady, though it trembled slightly. "No need to touch other parts…"
Truman nearly laughed. This angel, on the brink, still fussing. She clearly responded better to boldness, so he shifted tactics. Without a word, he slid his hand into her silky golden hair, cradled her head, and kissed her deeply.
"Ngh~ wait…"
"It'll be quick, Your Highness."
Truman eased her onto the bed, pressing himself over her, their tongues entwining. He savored her sweet saliva and plush lips, a surge of satisfaction rising. Unlike last time, Elaviel wasn't coerced!
After that wild night, she'd never imagined willingly bedding this rogue again. It felt like fate's cruel jest. The kiss stretched on, wet smacks filling the air, stirring fantasies. Truman's broad tongue chased her delicate one, coaxing it to dance, swapping spit.
The kiss dragged her back to that debauched night—pure white flesh locked in frenzy—stirring her desire.
But beyond kissing, Truman held back. This stunning girl wasn't a harmless bunny but an unchained, golden-maned lioness, ready to lash out. He knew her inner turmoil. Move too fast, and she might fling him into a wall, ruining the night. Slow and steady was the way.
The kiss lasted half an hour, leaving Truman gasping for air. He pulled back, studying her in the moonlight.
Her face was a masterpiece—majestic, holy, with flawless features and snowy skin, surpassing any fairy-tale princess. Now, it was flushed, her lips glistening with his saliva.
"Your Highness, you're breathtaking. A thousand stars can't rival your radiance. I love you deeply."
Truman poured on the sweet talk, inching closer.
Elaviel didn't rebuke his audacity this time. Pretending he loved her eased her repulsion. The alternative—being defiled by a lecher—was unbearable.
"Your figure is divine, truly God's creation," he murmured, his hands circling her waist, caressing gently.
Those hands… Elaviel clenched her jaw. Those sinful hands had roamed her body that night, driving her to ecstasy. Now, her body stiffened as black veins met their nemesis, evaporating into lustful vapors, flooding her senses.
"Ngh~ you… don't move…" Accepting reality, she avoided his gaze, murmuring, "It's too bright…"
Truman's heart leapt—everything was set. He reached to dim the light, then froze. It was moonlight. No curtains. How to fix this? Scratching his head, he considered draping cloth over the window.
Seeing Truman's flustered, fumbling demeanor, Elaviel's lips curved slightly upward. Just a mere mortal, not so terrifying after all…
Whoosh~
Her amber eyes flickered, and clouds gathered in the sky, forming a thick veil to block the moonlight. Instantly, the room plunged into darkness, pitch-black and blinding.
Manually dimming the moon?
A single thought reshaping the heavens—this was the might of a mythical being, now paving the way for their tryst.
"Heh, Your Highness, no light now…" Truman chuckled, the darkness sharpening his sense of her curves. Emboldened, he slipped his hands through her robe's gaps, kneading her plush breasts and firm rear.
Her luscious, fiery flesh was as tantalizing as ever, ripe for his taking. His hands molded her, her breasts and buttocks shifting under his grip, spilling through his fingers, utterly delightful.
The more he played, the wilder his desire grew. Leaning down, he kissed the yielding Elaviel beneath him again.
"Ngh~ stop kneading… let go. That's enough for tonight," Elaviel stammered, panic rising. The lingering sin of lust seemed to gain sentience, pooling in her abdomen, where the dark purple tattoo glowed, stoking her desire. She felt herself slipping back to that frenzied night.
To her shock, Truman halted, staring at her with righteous indignation. "Your Highness, you disappoint me! Are you shirking responsibility at a time like this?"
His teasing hands stilled, and the sin surged into her soul, making her thighs rub together, her breath a peachy gasp, barely holding on.
Elaviel knew he was baiting her, but cornered, she murmured weakly, "I… I understand."
Her hand reached out, deftly slipping into his pants, stroking his thick, hard cock. Her skilled fingers worked the tip and balls, nearly overwhelming Truman, but he wanted more than this reward tonight.
Pressing his advantage, he sighed, "Your Highness, I get your hesitation, but these are dire times. If you can't fully let go, we can start with something simpler."
"Simpler?" Her misty eyes blinked with confusion. Truman was certain—her lioness ferocity had melted into a docile deer, all thanks to that sin curse. He owed that lust demon Senia a nod.
Leaning to her ear, he whispered a few words, then pulled back, eyeing her tempting lips with a sly grin.
"That… that's unthinkable. It's filthy and wicked…" Elaviel recoiled. Handjobs were her limit, but using her mouth—meant for reciting scripture and singing hymns—for that? Revulsion surged.
Yet… it was more bearable than intercourse, and his seed did have potent effects.
Torn, the burning, itching ache in her abdomen pushed her to decide. She'd already been with him—what was one more step?
"It's… a necessary sacrifice," she told herself, gritting her teeth as she leaned in, her red lips brushing his cock.
The moment her lips touched him, Truman groaned, the soft, tight embrace rivaling her divine pussy.
Elaviel's rigid nature meant she either abstained or excelled. Since she'd chosen this over full coupling, she strove to take most of his shaft into her mouth.
His cock's sheer size forced her to manage only half, a cute bulge forming in her cheek, puffing rhythmically.
Slurp, slurp, slurp~
Lewd, wet sounds echoed—her pure saliva mingling with his musky precum.
Truman felt drained by her holy oral haven, her supreme blowjob making his hips tremble, teetering on the edge of erupting into her vacuum-like mouth.
She was willingly sucking him off!
Wasn't this the fantasy he'd had when he first summoned her?
With the angel bowed beneath him, her stunning face bobbing on his cock, her hands kneading his heavy balls, the psychological thrill nearly sent him soaring.
"Your Highness, you're adorable. I'm crazy about you!"
Truman's words were heartfelt. Who could resist a mighty, noble, beautiful, and cute mythical being servicing their cock?
Elaviel, mouth stuffed, didn't respond but shot him a glare, as if saying, "No amount of sweet talk will make this more than a one-time thing."
Her resistant gaze, paired with her lewd posture and stunning face, was overwhelmingly erotic. Truman couldn't hold back, unloading fully into her mouth.
Splurt, splurt, splurt!!
The torrent lasted two minutes, overwhelming her mouth. She considered spitting it out but, mindful of its curse-breaking power, swallowed every drop.
"Ngh~ gulp, gulp…"
When the deluge finally ceased, Elaviel half-wondered if he was mortal. Her mouth was thick with musky stickiness, yet oddly, it wasn't repulsive—there was a faint satisfaction.
Truman, reining in his euphoria, pinched her delicate chin, his thumb and forefinger stroking her cheeks, nudging her lips apart as if inspecting her thoroughness.
A few curly black hairs clung near her flushed, parted lips.