CHAPTER 42: HAVE YOUR FILL (R-18)

As we entered Isobel’s room, the first thing she did was alter its appearance with her magic. Though I didn’t recognize the exact place, I recalled her fantasy of "making love underneath the moonlight". Well, tonight was the night to do that, it seemed.

Moonbeams filtered through an illusory canopy of ancient oaks, casting silvery glows across velvet cushions and marble floors etched with glowing runes. Faint winds blew through the room, carrying the rich, soothing scent of lavender and patchouli from her skin.

A wave of dormant memories and emotions played out in my mind as I held Isobel in my arms. The days at the orphanage, silently hoping that someone would find some sort of value in me. The realization that my hopes weren’t going to be realized, and that I was stuck there. The understanding that I wasn’t worth love. The aversion to it that developed in response to that understanding. All of those fears and insecurities vanished with Isobel in my embrace. She, the "Demon Queen", had healed a fissure in my heart that’d existed for over 600 years.

"Thank you," I whispered softly, holding Isobel tight.

Isobel pulled away slightly, her lips curving into a soft smile as she caressed my cheek before placing a soft, tender kiss on my lips. "Thank you, love. You saved me, and now you’ve earned me." She kissed me again, soft and tender. "I am yours, Lloyd May."

I couldn’t wait another second. I cupped her face, thumbs tracing her cheeks, and kissed her with intensity. Intimate and slow, every ounce of yearning and desire burned into the gesture. I angled my head, deepening the kiss, our breaths mingling as my tongue slipped against hers. She sighed into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest and fingers curling into my shirt.

I kissed her like she was my anchor, trailing from her lips to the corner of her mouth, then along her jaw before working my way up to the cartilage of her ear.

"You’re so beautiful, Isobel," I breathed, voice husky. "Every part of you... I need all of it."

Isobel leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my chest through the thin fabric of her dress. "Then h-have me, Lloyd. I’m yours," She responded through soft moans, voice breathy and soft.

I tugged at the laces of her black dress, easing it down her shoulders until it pooled at her waist, revealing her ample breasts, nipples swollen from the cool enchanted air. I relished the sight of her before moving to kiss her collarbone, then lower, lavishing attention on her breasts, my mouth closing over the peak. She gasped, a soft, melodic sound, her fingers threading through my hair.

But I wanted more... needed more. I guided her back to the plush bed behind her, the moonlight painting her skin in ethereal light. Her gown slipped away entirely, leaving her bare, her curves glowing like a goddess. I knelt on the floor and settled between her thighs before kissing the inside of one, then the other, slowly inching closer to my final destination.

"’I want you to feel good, Isobel," I murmured, looking up at her flushed face."’Let me taste you, Isobel. Let me worship you like this."

She nodded, purple eyes alight with desire. "Do it, Lloyd. Please...!"

I parted her thighs, my hands stroking the soft skin of her opening. She was already wet, glistening in the low light, and the sight of it made my heart pound with obsession. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, then higher, until my lips met her core. I licked slowly, savoring her sweetness, my tongue flat and broad against her.

"Mmhh~... That... hmmmh~... feels amazing~!..." Isobel moaned, voice cracking with pleasure.

I focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking gently. Her taste flooded me, sweet and addictive, causing me to groan against her, the vibration drawing another cry from her lips. My hands roamed, one cupping and massaging her breast, the other gripping the top of her leg to hold her steady as she writhed. I didn’t rush. I lapped at her folds, delving inside with my tongue, then returning to that sensitive bud, flicking and sucking until her thighs trembled.

"Don’t hold back, Isobel," I said between licks, my voice muffled yet fervent. "Let your voice out. I need to hear more of it."

Her breaths came in gasps, her body arching as I inserted two fingers. "That feels amazing, Lloyd! That feels amazing!" Isobel cried, her elegant words dissolving into sensual hunger. "Please, Lloyd! Don’t stop! Lloyd! I’m cumming! I’m...! Ahhh~!"

Her legs shook violently as she finished with a loud, keening moan. I kept licking softly through it, drawing out every wave of her flower’s nectar until she had no more left to give. I kissed my way back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss, letting her taste herself on me.

"You sounded so beautiful, Isobel. Thank you for letting me please you." I whispered, shedding my clothes, my cock hard and aching for her. "But I need more from you. Is that okay?"

She pulled me into an intense kill before speaking in a heavy, venomous tone. "Have your fill, Lloyd May."

With her permission, I positioned myself at her entrance, gliding in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight, wet heat enveloping me. Missionary like this, face to face, our bodies pressed close, let me see every flicker in her eyes. My hands moved as if possessed as I slowly penetrated her: stroking her sides, cupping her breasts, tracing her hips. Eventually, they settled on her cheeks, where I held her gaze and pulled her into a series of intense kisses, swallowing her moans with kisses and words.

"I love you so much, Isobel," I moaned against her mouth, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "Now that I have you in my life, I’m never letting you go."

"I love you, too, Lloyd May. I love you dearly... Dearly... Dearly...! L-Lloyd...! Aahhh~!"

I leaned straighter now, flicking Isobel’s swollen clit with my thumb as I slammed my cock into her. Isobel’s moans reached a fever pitch now, unable to maintain the little composure she had left.

"L-Lloyd... s-slow down... Y-you’re... nghh~... going too fast...!"

"No," I responded, flicking faster and thrusting harder, voice heavy and breathy. "You’re mine...!"

Isobel squeezed my forearm for support, eyes wide. "W-wait...! I feel like... I feel like I’m gonna pee...! L-Lloyd... Please...!"

I plowed her through it, her slick walls massaging my cock with each stroke. Isobel, unable to fight against me, covered her mouth with her free hand as I continued to fuck the life out of her.

"Lloyd... It’s... Oh my god... Oh my... Lloyd...! I’m... I’m...! Aghhhh~!"

Isobel pushed me off with force, furiously rubbing her clit before squirting all over me, drowning me in her juices. She panted like she’d run a marathon, shock and arousal dancing on her flushed face.

Eager to taste it, I positioned myself back between her legs, lapping up every drop she’d so graciously given me.

"Fuck... L-Lloyd... I’m begging you... G-give me a break...!"

I inserted myself inside of her once again and smiled. "You told me to have my fill, didn’t you? That’s what I intend to do."