CHAPTER 83: ON THE THRONE (2)

At Selena’s breasts now in the open, with all their glory unleashed, Noel’s hand kneaded one firmly. While the other one traced downward, fingers gliding across her stomach, edging lower, brushing dangerously close.

That was when Selena broke the kiss, breath quick and hot against his mouth. "You’re... being too slow," she whispered, her voice tinged with need.

She proved her words in action — power flared, and with a sharp tear his clothes vanished, leaving him completely bare before her.

Noel blinked at her sudden assertiveness, catching how she’d deliberately left her panties on, a clear taunt. His pride stung at the provocation, fire burning in his chest. He wasn’t about to back down.

For a moment, the memory of the simulation flickered in his mind... that possible dark future. The thought only hardened his resolve. Never.

Then his gaze snapped back to her: the flushed cheeks, lips parted with shallow breaths, and eyes that couldn’t stop flicking down to the rigid length pressing against her thigh. The sight alone pulled a smirk to his lips.

’He is really brilliant even in this regard,’ Selena thought quietly, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

His dick was the only one she had ever seen, yet she wasn’t ignorant. She had received enough sexual education to know what could be considered small, average, or big. And his... his was massive.

Can it even fit? The thought slipped into her mind and refused to leave, making her question herself in a way she never had before.

That was on Selena’s side. But on Noel’s, something deep inside stirred, and he finally resumed his assault. His lips trailed down her shoulder, dragging across her skin with lingering kisses.

And as his head lowered, his hand following the path, slipping down until it reached the damp fabric of her panties.

He felt her protruding nipple stiff under his palm, and when his gaze shifted, he caught sight of the other, flushed pink and standing tall. Instead of holding back with teasing, he pushed further.

His hand slid into her panties, fingers finding her folds, and he began to rub with slow, deliberate motions. The slick sound of her arousal mixed with the rhythm of his touch, her rough breathing filling the otherwise silent atmosphere around them.

When his mouth finally reached her breast, he pressed a kiss there before, murmuring against her skin, "Are you not being too wet?"

Selena avoided his gaze, her cheeks burning hotter, and that only made him smirk wider. He drew his hand back just to show her how drenched it was, fingers glistening, before adding with a low chuckle, "They say the quietest are the wildest... are you that type?"

He brought one finger to his mouth, tasting her love liquids, humming with satisfaction at the sweetness.

Selena’s eyes followed the gesture despite herself, her breath catching, embarrassment knotting with a deeper ache between her legs.

And Noel, finding her reaction utterly adorable, leaned in with his voice dropping darker, teasing yet curious. "Tell me... how do you want me to take you?"

Her breasts were still being fondled roughly, her nipples pinched and teased, while his hard, heated length pressed insistently against her thigh. Finally, Selena parted her lips and whispered breathlessly, "Then... don’t try to be considerate of me... let’s skip the foreplay~"

Her words lingered, dripping with shameless sensuality, just as Noel pinched her nipple sharply. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her back arching into his touch, and he knew exactly what she meant. Without hesitation, he rose, fully intending to put her request into action.

He lifted her easily, before placing the naked her on the throne, her pale skin pressing against the cold, regal seat. Then, with deliberate force, he spread her legs wide, bending them into an M shape that left her dripping slit exposed, quivering, and ready for him.

Her body arched instinctively, pressing up, almost begging him forward.

"Don’t look~" Selena said, hiding her face with her hands, but her trembling thighs gave her away. She didn’t make any effort to resist him too.

Noel leaned in, laying his cock against her needy folds, and slowly began rubbing it against her entrance, dragging the swollen tip up and down.

"How does it feel, losing your virginity on the very throne your mother sits on?" Noel murmured, his tone sharp, mocking. Then, with a crueler smile, he added, "And in such a vulgar position?"

’It’s the best,’ Selena thought feverishly, her heart hammering. But the words never passed her lips. Instead, her body betrayed her, her pussy throbbing as if it had its own will, secreting more of that slick, desperate nectar that ran down the curve of her inner thigh.

And so, Noel already got her answer.

"Should I enter? Are you ready?" he asked, his smirk widening. He wanted her voice, her surrender, and so he kept grinding against her slit, the tease deliberate, the pressure constant. His cock slipped wetly against her folds, coaxing her to speak.

Finally, Selena let out a low, resentful whisper, her voice trembling yet dripping with want. "Just enter~"

That was all he needed. He aligned himself with her entrance, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep, slamming against her womb as her hymen tore.

"Aaahhh~!" Selena screamed, her voice breaking between pain and a pleasure so raw it shook her. The sharp sting only made the ecstasy bloom brighter, flooding her body in waves.

Noel paused for a moment, studying her face, watching the mix of tears and bliss twist her expression. Then he pulled out slightly, his cock glistening, before slamming back in with force.

He began to pound into her, each stroke met with the greedy squeeze of her walls, her pussy clutching him like it would never let go.

The heat, the wetness, the way she milked him with every thrust — it made his head spin, and Noel couldn’t help but think that he had lived his entire life in vain, having never known that sex could feel like this until now.