CHAPTER 536: A BLISSFUL KNIGHT (III) - R18

Her eyes were clouded with uncertainty, and her body tensed. A tremor ran through her, breaking the softness of the moment.

"Elis?" Kiev’s voice gentled instantly, crimson eyes searching her face.

His breath, once ragged with desire, steadied as worry replaced lust. He cupped her cheek, hesitant to move further until he understood—her trauma had resurfaced once again.

He froze mid-motion, caught between desire and dread like standing on a narrow bridge over a dark abyss.

His heart pounded. If he stopped now, all of Elis’s courage and her preparation for this fantastic night might be wasted. But if he continued... he feared he might push her beyond what she could bear.

Then her voice shattered the silence.

"Help me, Kiev!" Elis pleaded, "I don’t want to remember those horrible moments again!"

Kiev’s heart clenched at once. He understood. The scars of the past were haunting her. She could not cast them off by herself and needed him, as the one person she trusted to protect her even here.

Gently, he lowered himself closer, his weight supported by one arm braced firmly against the mattress while the other rose to stroke her hair.

His touch was slow, steady, reassuring—fingers combing through her locks as though untangling the knots of her fear.

"Shh..." he whispered softly, crimson eyes locked on hers. "You’re safe with me. You’re not alone anymore."

A soft, ethereal light began to glow from his palm, its warmth brushing against her skin as he cupped her face. His thumb stroked her cheek while the glow pulsed like a heartbeat, seeping into her trembling form.

"You shall never recall their dirty hands that tormented you," he murmured, a vow more than a comfort. "You belong to me, and I belong to you. The only touch you’ll remember from this night on will be mine."

The enchantment felt like a soothing balm poured over a wound. The dark claws gripping Elis’s heart loosened, then vanished, the whispers and tormenting images dissolving like mist at sunrise.

Once tight and trembling, her chest began to move steadily as the spell settled into her soul.

She drew a deep breath, closing her eyes as though tasting freedom for the first time in years. Her fingers, which had been clutching the sheets, slowly relaxed.

"Feeling better?" Kiev’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, but full of care.

Elis opened her eyes again. The world looked clearer now, brighter even in the dim light.

She gazed at the man before her—the one who had healed her not just with magic but with patience and devotion—her heart now wholly his.

"Yes. Thank you."

Kiev smiled softly and lowered his lips to her forehead, pressing a tender kiss there.

"That was so brave of you," he whispered against her ear.

Casting the magic had never been the tricky part. He could have erased those memories long ago if he’d wished, but that wasn’t how it was meant to be.

Elis’s mind and body were her own, and only she could choose to face the shadows and let them go. Tonight, she had found the courage to ask and the determination to free herself from the pain. And he couldn’t be prouder than this for her.

She pulled him and said, "Kiss me again!"

Their lips collided, and this time there was no restraint. The spark of pleasure ignited into a blazing flame of desire.

Kiev’s hands roamed instinctively, tracing every curve of her frame with reverence and hunger.

In his subconscious, her delicate, sheer dress was already forgotten, little more than a barrier between them. His fingers tugged at it, and the garment slipped away, leaving her bare beneath his touch.

She was now utterly exposed to him. The two snowy peaks were gloriously visible, inviting his hands to caress them.

"You are so beautiful, my darling!" The Mederian Prince muttered like an intoxicated man.

He pressed her body beneath him as his hands began kneading her. The touch gave Elis a euphoric, nearly electric sensation.

Then, he lowered his head, while one breast was being caressed and the nipple played with in a pulling and twisting circular motion, the other was brought to his mouth, sucked deep.

Elis arched against him, craving more of the untamed arousal. Sensing her response, Kiev no longer hold back. These desires had taken hold of him intensely.

Both of them wanted more. However, he needed her body to be ready to accept him. Having healed her before, he knew this would be a first time for both of them.

Having explored her delicate frame, his hand slid further down, touching the apex of her being. She didn’t resist, yet he felt her parting her thighs, giving in to him. He smiled, delighted by the surrender.

His digits brushed the slit of her womanhood, caressing gently. Then he saw her writhing, biting her lower lip as she felt the needs within her flare.

Her moans filled the bedroom, her hands clawed the sheets with tension, and the wanting kept increasing. Then, a finger dug in, making her gasp in surprise.

"It’s all right, sweet one. Don’t be scared," said Kiev. "It’s all for you."

Another came in, plunged deep into her, then moved in a deliberate caressing. A foreign feeling wrapped her emotion as he applied the pressure, mashing the digits in and out of her.

It was initially strange and uncomfortable. But as he continued to stroke, her body shuddered with ecstasy, a pleasure new to her.

"Oh, Kiev! Hah!"

The Mederian Prince could feel the liquid coating his fingers becoming slicker and wetter, confirming her arousal.

Then, he suddenly withdrew his digits, leaving her longing for him.

"Why?" she whispered in a disappointed note.

"Wait for it," Kiev smirked softly. "The best is yet to come."

The Mederian Prince lowered his head, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead as if sealing a vow. His hands moved gently, steadying her trembling frame as he drew her closer.

This was the moment...

"Elis..." he murmured, his voice low and unsteady with longing. "If I hurt you, tell me, and I’ll stop."

She shook her head, her eyes glistening with trust.

"No... don’t stop. I want this with you."

With a deep breath, he guided himself into her, slowly, carefully, until resistance met him. For a heartbeat, he hesitated, his crimson eyes looking at her for certainty. She gave a slight nod, braving the moment.

He pressed forward, and her breath caught sharply.

"Ah!"

The barrier broke, and in that instant, tears welled in her eyes—not of fear, but of the overwhelming rush of surrender and closeness.

Kiev held her tightly, whispering soothing words against her hair, waiting until her breathing steadied before moving again.

"Is it too much, sweetheart?" he asked, his breath warm against her cheek.

"No, Kiev," Elis whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "I want more of this."

Relief and joy mingled in his chest, and a tender smile curved his lips.

He drew himself back slowly, then pressed forward again, deeper, firmer—claiming her wholly. Her body yielded, enveloping him in a warmth so intense it nearly shattered his composure.

Elis writhed beneath him, a soft cry escaping as her body reacted instinctively, clenching around him in answer to his movements. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect union of desire and devotion.

"God, Elis..."

The Mederian Prince’s eyelids fluttered shut as waves of bliss coursed through him. He buried his face against her neck, breathing in her scent, grounding himself in her presence.

Every motion, every sound, was no longer just lust—it was love burning into something eternal.

Thrusting hard and fast, his member continued to massage her inner flesh. She jerked in response, receiving him with her breathless cries, her muscles contracting with each pistoning. The sound of their flesh slamming synced in rhythm with the creaking of the bed.

The increasing pace began to set aside the dull pain Elis felt with his initial entry. The hardened length of him filled her to the brim, confining her senses to the yet unsated needs.

Kiev’s pace deepened, each movement slow at first, reverent rather than hurried, as though he were learning her anew. Elis clutched at his shoulders, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, her body trembling under the warmth spreading from where he touched her.

Her heart pounded against his chest; she no longer felt the past pressing down on her, only the present—his hands, his breath, his whispered words.

In that moment, pain faded into a molten ache of pleasure, and she found herself opening to him, trusting him completely.

Her fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer, urging him deeper, as if she wished to merge into him entirely.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony—his strength, her surrender, with their breaths entwined in a fevered need.

"Elis..." he groaned, voice raw with primal instinct of savouring her. "Ah... That’s it, sweety!"

"Kiev...Ah! Ah!"

Elis gasped sharply as the tension within her coiled tight, her body quivering when the first orgasm almost peaked.

"K-Kiev... I—I can’t...!" she cried, her voice breaking with ecstasy.

"Let go, my love," he urged, kissing her deeply as his own control faltered. "Together... with me."

In that breathless instant, their cries intertwined as wave after wave of release consumed them both, binding their hearts and bodies in a union that was no longer just flesh but eternity itself.