Chapter 7: Medieval Desire-II (R18+)

Lucian leaned over, his fingers gently brushing against the silken fabric of the blindfold resting on the bedside table. With a soft whisper, he said, "Trust me," and slowly wrapped the black cloth around her eyes, tying it securely but tenderly at the back of her head.

The room fell into an intimate darkness for her, the only light filtering through in muted hues from the fire. She felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and vulnerability as she surrendered her sight to him. Lucian's hands were gentle yet exploratory, moving over her face, down her neck, and along her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine.

"Where are you taking me?" she breathed, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"Everywhere," he replied, his voice low and seductive. His hands continued their journey, mapping out her body with exquisite care. He traced the curve of her breasts, pausing to flick lightly over her nipples, causing her to arch into his touch. Her breath hitched as his mouth followed his hands, leaving a trail of warm kisses down her torso.

Lucian's exploration was methodical, each touch deliberate. His fingers danced across her stomach, dipping into her navel before sliding lower, skimming the edge of her lace underwear. She gasped as his fingers found the sensitive spot just above her mound, circling softly, teasingly.

"Tell me what you feel," he murmured, his lips close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Warm... tingling..." she managed, her voice shaky.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. "Good," he said, and his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, touching her directly. She shuddered, her legs parting instinctively as he began to stroke her, slow and rhythmic.

Lucian's mouth moved back up her body, kissing and nibbling along the way. He reached her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand continued its work below. The dual sensations were overwhelming; she felt herself building towards a peak quickly.

"I can feel you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Everywhere."

Lucian lifted his head, his eyes dark with passion. "Open your legs wider for me," he commanded, his voice husky. Obediently, she did, feeling the cool air caress her heated skin as he positioned himself between her thighs.

His tongue flicked out, tasting her, making her cry out. He licked and sucked, his movements precise, focused, driving her higher and higher. She clutched at the sheets, her body taut, waiting for the release that was so close.

"Now," she begged, her voice breaking.

Lucian didn't stop. Instead, he intensified his efforts, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, pressing, rubbing. With a strangled moan, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure, waves crashing over her.

As she lay there, spent, Lucian moved up her body, his hardness pressing against her thigh. She could feel his desire, his need, and it fueled her own. He kissed her, deep and hungry, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body once more.

"Turn over," he whispered, his voice rough with need. She obeyed, shifting onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her back onto his erection.

She felt him enter her, slow and deep, filling her completely. They moved together, the rhythm primal, intense. Lucian's hands explored her body, his fingertips tracing patterns on her back, her sides, her breasts, always returning to her hips, guiding her movements.

"Yes, like that," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take me deeper."

She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body responding to his every command. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, her soft moans mingling with his grunts of pleasure.

Lucian's hands left her hips, moving lower, exploring her folds, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with their thrusts. The sensation was too much; she cried out, her body tensing as another climax built within her.

"Come for me again," he urged, his voice raw. "Show me how much you want this."

With a scream, she did, her body shuddering under the force of her orgasm, her inner walls clenching around him. Lucian followed her over the edge, his release coming hard and fast, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure.

They collapsed together, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Lucian untied the blindfold, revealing her glazed eyes.

Lucian and the redheaded woman lay entangled in the aftermath of their passionate session, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was silent except for the soft crackling of the dying embers in the fireplace, casting a gentle glow over the scene.

As Lucian's fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back, she turned to him, her eyes smoldering with desire that hadn't quite extinguished. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice husky with lingering passion.

"Agreed," Lucian replied, his lips curving into a smile. "But I think we can make it even better."

Her eyebrow arched in playful challenge. "Oh? And how do you propose we do that?"

Lucian leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Let's take our time. Explore each other fully. No rush, no expectations—just pure, unadulterated pleasure."

She shivered under his touch, her body responding instinctively to his words. "I like the sound of that."

With a grin, Lucian rolled onto his back, pulling her atop him. She settled comfortably, her legs straddling his waist, her hands resting on his chest. They gazed at each other, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

Slowly, deliberately, Lucian's hands roamed up her sides, pausing to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. She gasped, her head tilting back as he continued his ministrations, his mouth trailing kisses along her collarbone.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

"Mmm, yes," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as his mouth found one of her nipples, sucking gently at first, then more firmly as she arched into him.

The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—her soft sighs, his low growls, the rustle of sheets beneath them. Lucian's hands moved lower, skimming over her stomach to reach the juncture between her thighs. He paused, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there, feeling the heat emanating from within.

"Please," she begged, her voice cracking with need. "Touch me."

Lucian obliged, his fingers slipping inside her, finding her wetness and exploring her depths. She cried out, her body tensing as he stroked her, his thumb pressing against her clit in rhythmic circles.

"So tight," he breathed, his eyes watching her face, taking in every expression of pleasure. "So hot."

Her hips bucked against his hand, her nails digging into his chest as she rode the wave of sensation he created. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire.

Lucian didn't stop. Instead, he intensified his actions, his fingers moving faster, deeper, his thumb increasing its pressure. She writhed above him, her body a symphony of movement and sound, her climax building like a storm cloud ready to burst.

"Come for me," he urged, his voice raw with emotion. "Let go."

With a scream, she did, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her inner walls clenching around his fingers. Lucian watched, his own desire rising, his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh.

As she came down from her high, Lucian shifted them, rolling her onto her back and positioning himself between her legs. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

"My turn," he said, his voice low and rough with need.

She nodded, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as he bent to claim her lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, mimicking the actions he wanted to perform below. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer, her core still throbbing with residual pleasure.

Lucian pulled back, his gaze intense as he lined himself up with her entrance. "Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Always," she replied, her hands guiding him home.

With a groan, Lucian entered her, the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth nearly overwhelming. They moved together, their rhythm slow at first, building with each thrust. The room faded away, replaced by the intimacy of their shared space, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the air.

Lucian's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his breath hot against her ear. "Yes, my lady," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Feel me inside you, let me fill you with my passion."

Her nails dug into his back, marking him as she arched against him, her body responding to his every command. "Harder," she begged, her voice breaking. "Make me yours."

He obliged, driving into her with renewed vigor, each stroke deeper, more powerful than the last. She cried out, her body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure, her climax building like a storm.

Lucian watched her face, his own features twisted with the effort of holding back, of prolonging their shared ecstasy. "Come for me," he urged, his voice raw. "Let go, my love."

Julie clenched around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lucian followed her, his release washing over him in a torrent, his body shuddering with the force of it.

They collapsed together, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in unison. For a moment, there was nothing but the aftermath of their passion, the world outside forgotten in the cocoon of their shared fantasy.