CHAPTER 233: ROYAL INTIMACY (R-18)

Lucas hesitated for a long moment, uncertain whether his ears deceived him. The wind howled between the cliffs, and yet beneath that steady whisper, there was a faint sound that stirred something uneasy in him. Curiosity got the better of him, and he took a few careful steps forward, his boots crunching lightly against the snow.

He stopped just short of the Empress’s tent. The air around it shimmered faintly with residual Qi, a protective barrier meant to keep intruders at bay. He felt it brush against his skin like static, warning him not to come any closer.

’What’s really going on in there?’ he thought. He stepped closer, his hand brushing the tent flap, and decided to peep inside, his breath catching as the scene unfolded before him, a vision of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that rooted him to the spot.

Inside, the Empress lay sprawled across a plush velvet divan, her tall, elegant body stretched out in a state of utter abandon, her skin glowing like polished ivory under the flickering lamplight, clean and unblemished, radiating a regal allure that was both commanding and deeply sensual.

Her form wasn’t overly curvy like Selene’s, but her tall frame perfectly complemented her curvy boobs and hips, her breasts full and firm, rising with every quick breath, her hips flaring just enough to accentuate her graceful proportions, her long legs parted slightly to reveal the glistening pink of her pussy. The two Divas attended her with fervent devotion...one, a lithe woman with cascading brown hair, knelt between the Empress’s thighs, her lips pressed to the royal pussy, sucking gently, her tongue lapping at the slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes that drew low, throaty moans from the Empress’s parted lips.

The other, a bronze-skinned beauty with raven curls, leaned over the Empress’s chest, her mouth locked onto one of the Empress’s pink nipples, sucking with a hungry pull, her hand cupping the other breast, kneading the soft flesh as the Empress’s body arched slightly, her moans growing louder, her fingers tangling in the divan’s velvet.

Lucas couldn’t help but be moved by the Empress’s body, its clean lines and sexy elegance captivating him, the way her tall frame seemed to command the scene even in surrender, her curvy boobs bouncing lightly with every shudder, her hips shifting to meet the silver-haired Diva’s tongue, her skin flushed with a delicate pink that spoke of pleasure so intense it transcended her royal poise.

’She’s... breathtaking,’ he leered, his cock stirring in his trousers, his cultivation humming with the faint traces of her potent Yin energy that wafted toward him, royal and refined, unlike any he’d tasted before.

The three women were lost in their ecstasy, unaware of his presence, their bodies moving in a sensual rhythm, the brown-haired Diva’s tongue plunging deeper, swirling against the Empress’s clit, while the raven-haired Diva’s lips tugged harder at her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp that echoed in the tent.

The Empress’s voice broke through her moans, soft but commanding, laced with a pleasure that made it tremble. "Yes, Aeloria, deeper... don’t stop," she urged, her fingers tightening in the brown-haired Diva’s hair, guiding her rhythm, her hips bucking slightly to press her pussy closer to the eager mouth.

Aeloria hummed in response, her lips vibrating against the Empress’s folds, her voice muffled but fervent. "Your Majesty, your taste... it’s divine," she murmured, her tongue flicking faster, her hands gripping the Empress’s thighs to spread them wider, her own pussy dripping onto the divan as she surrendered to the act.

The raven-haired Diva, Seraphine, lifted her mouth from the Empress’s nipple just long enough to whisper, "Your body drives me wild, Your Majesty," her voice husky, her fingers pinching the other nipple gently, rolling it between them as she leaned back down to suck, her own breasts brushing the Empress’s skin, her moans mingling with the wet sounds of Aeloria’s sucking.

The Empress’s head tilted back, the veil still covering her face but her long throat exposed, her moans growing sharper, her body trembling under their ministrations. "You both... you please me so well," she gasped, her words broken by pleasure, her curvy hips grinding against Aeloria’s face, her fingers clutching the divan as if to anchor herself in the storm of ecstasy. "Seraphine, harder... make me feel it," she urged, her voice a royal command softened by need, and Seraphine obeyed, sucking the nipple with a fiercer pull, her hand kneading the other breast with more urgency, her raven curls spilling over the Empress’s chest like a dark cascade.

Aeloria’s response was a muffled moan, her lips never leaving the Empress’s pussy, her tongue plunging deeper, lapping at the juices that flowed freely now, her silver hair swaying with every movement, her own arousal evident in the way her thighs pressed together, seeking relief.

Lucas watched, his breath shallow, his cock fully hard now, straining against his trousers as the scene unfolded, the Empress’s tall, sexy body a vision of power and vulnerability, her curvy boobs and hips moving in rhythm with her Divas’ worship, their conversation a tapestry of desire that wove them deeper into their ecstasy.

They’re completely lost in it, he thought, his cultivation senses picking up the Empress’s potent Yin, so rich it made his meridians hum just standing there, his hands twitching with the urge to join them, to taste her himself, but for now, he stayed rooted, captivated by the sight, the sounds, the raw intimacy of the three women who were utterly consumed in their pleasure, their bodies and voices entwined in a moment of pure, unrestrained ecstasy.

Suddenly, Seraphine’s raven curls shifted, her eyes flicking toward the tent flap, and she caught sight of Lucas, her lips pulling away from the Empress’s nipple with a soft pop as she gasped in shock, her bronze skin flushing deeper, her hand frozen on the Empress’s breast. "Someone’s here!" she whispered, her voice sharp with alarm, her full breasts heaving as she straightened, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and fear.

Aeloria startled at the sound, her hair whipping as she lifted her head from the Empress’s pussy, her lips glistening with royal juices, her own arousal evident in the flush across her cheeks, her hands gripping the Empress’s thighs as she turned to look, a soft gasp escaping her. "Who...?" she murmured, her voice trembling, her body tensing as she followed Seraphine’s gaze to Lucas, standing there with his powerful frame outlined in the lamplight, his presence undeniable.

The Empress, however, remained unshaken, her composure a stark contrast to the startled Divas, her tall body sitting up straight on the divan with a grace that commanded the space, her curvy boobs rising with her steady breaths, her hips still parted slightly, her pussy glistening in the flickering light. She fixed her gaze on Lucas, her eyes piercing and unyielding, a deep, royal intensity that cut through the haze of lust like a blade, locking onto him with a force that seemed to peer into his very soul.

"You dare to watch?" she said, her voice low and smooth, laced with a dangerous calm that sent a shiver down his spine, her words carrying the weight of her authority, yet tinged with a curiosity that made his heart pound. Lucas felt grave immediately, the look from her unsettling his entire existence, a chilling mix of power and allure that rooted him to the spot, his cultivation faltering under the sheer intensity of her presence, his cock still hard but his mind reeling, stunned by the way her gaze stripped him bare, as if she could see every secret, every desire he held.

"You’ve seen more than most," the Empress continued, her lips curving into a faint, enigmatic smile, her eyes never leaving his, her tall frame shifting slightly to emphasize her curvy boobs, her nipples still hard from Seraphine’s sucking, her voice steady but carrying a challenge.

"What brings you to my tent, Xavier? Curiosity... or something bolder?" Seraphine and Aeloria exchanged glances, their shock softening into intrigue, their bodies still flushed with arousal, their hands lingering on the Empress’s skin as they watched, waiting for his response.

"I heard the sounds’" Lucas managed, his voice quieter than he intended, his usual confidence shaken by her stare, his meridians buzzing with the weight of her Yin energy, so potent it threatened to overwhelm him.

"I didn’t mean to intrude, Your Majesty." The Queen tilted her head, her smile deepening, her gaze unrelenting. "Yet here you are," she said, her tone almost playful but edged with a power that made his knees feel weak.

"What did you see, Xavier?" she asked, her lips curving into a faint, enigmatic smile, her tall body shifting slightly on the divan, her curvy boobs swaying just enough to draw his eye, her gaze never wavering, as if she could peel back his thoughts with a glance. Lucas felt the gravity of her question settle over him, his meridians tingling with the potency of her energy, his mind racing with the implications of being caught witnessing such an intimate scene of a powerful being

"Nothing, Your Majesty," he said, his tone even, his eyes meeting hers with a quiet defiance, the words carrying a deeper meaning...he dared not speak of this to anyone, a silent vow to guard her secret, to keep the vision of her ecstasy locked away.

The Empress tilted her head, her smile deepening, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, but the intensity of her gaze didn’t soften, her voice dropping to a velvet murmur that sent a shiver through him. "Nothing?" she repeated, her tone teasing yet laced with a challenge, her fingers brushing lightly against Seraphine’s hand, a subtle gesture that kept her Divas attentive but silent.