AMOTGD ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

CHAPTER XXl

If he just spread my legs, thrust, and finished, I’d think, ‘Oh, this guy is a total bastard.’ But every time he does this, checking on me first, even though he’s fully aroused, it makes me wonder if he does this because he likes me.

It’s a ridiculous thought, I know. Ever since the Grand Duchess became pregnant, he’s been busy with guests and by her side, never once looking for me.

Feeling a surge of anger at that fact, I pushed his hands away and pressed my hands onto his shoulders, climbing up. Avoiding his gaze as he looked at me as if he hadn’t planned this, I responded curtly.

“You’re going to do it anyway.”

So, let’s get it over with quickly. I grabbed his grotesquely hard member, positioned it against my entrance, and slowly lowered myself onto him.

“Haah, Julie.”

Despite his hot exhale and the buoyancy lifting me, it wasn’t going as smoothly as I’d hoped. It was hard enough to take him in just sitting down, but underwater, it was even harder.

I tried lowering myself, wiggling my hips, even pushing against his shoulders, but it wasn’t working. Frustrated, I bit my lip, hearing him chuckle above me.

I couldn’t even ask why he was laughing and just clamped my mouth shut. He watched me for a moment, then lifted me out of the water, wrapping a large towel around my wet body as he walked towards the bed.

“Let go, let me go!”

What more does he want to do? I’m exhausted, and I can’t handle more of this. I just wanted him to get it over with and finish. As I looked at him, he gently laid me on the bed, keeping the towel around me but exposing just my lower body.

Was he planning to thrust into me on the bed? Whatever, just finish quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing for it to end.

‘Ugh…!’

A warm breath hit my lower region. Before I could even understand what was happening, something slippery licked my entrance. I jolted in shock, my hips trying to pull away, but he held me down, laughing softly as he whispered.

“Stay still. I won’t hurt you.”

I lifted my head and looked down, only to flinch in horror. He had his head between my legs, sucking on my lower lips with his mouth.

“Don’t, don’t do this! Your Highness!”

Regardless of our status, or rather, because of our difference in status, why is he using his mouth down there?

I had only ever heard about it, never experienced it. I tried to push the Grand Duke’s head away with my hands, telling him to stop, but it was no use. Instead, he grabbed my wrist, and with his other hand, he spread me open and inserted his tongue.

The sensation was so soft it almost tickled, spreading warmth as it wetted me. He pressed his lips to me, sucking gently, then licked my clxxoris with his tongue. Before long, his fingers started to dig into my moist folds, tracing the ridges.

“Ah, huh!”

A short moan escaped me as his fingertips pressed into my soaked ridges and then pushed inside. This seemed to encourage him. He sucked on my lower lips while his fingers circled inside, pressing my slick walls.

Starting shallow, he slowly explored, pressing against the bumpy walls until he found the spot that made me react the most. When he finally reached deeper and began to move his fingers, my toes curled with pleasure.

“Huu, hnnnnnh…”

Through tear-filled eyes, I looked down and saw him, his lips still against my soaked entrance. The hot breath he exhaled, followed by his tongue swirling around my sensitive nub, made my body tremble like a leaf.

Our eyes met, and the guilt of doing something forbidden with him made my chest tighten. At that moment, an intense wave of pleasure climbed up my spine, and a flood of my juices spilled out from between my legs. It felt like releasing a long-held urge, and I lost myself in the sensation.

‘What am I doing right now…?’

What is this? What have I done? In his mouth, no less. That’s not the problem. My God, what did I just do in his mouth!

It’s no wonder a man driven by lust can lose his senses, but thinking clearly, I realize he is the Grand Duke. I am just a passing maid. This passing maid just did something unimaginable to the Grand Duke, a man comparable to the Emperor.

As soon as this realization hit, I panicked and struggled, but he grabbed my ankle, lifted it, and licked up the spilled fluid with a playful grin.

“Don’t you want me to put it in now?”

He must have read the mix of shame and pleasure on my flushed face.

He licked his wet lips and pressed his fingers into my burning lower half, teasingly stroking my sensitive spot, which was eager for more. I couldn’t say it aloud, so I turned my head, writhing in embarrassment. He positioned his thick erection at my entrance, rubbing it against me as he muttered.

“When will you finally accept me?”

What are you talking about? Who’s accepting whom…

Thrust—!