PG | Prologue

She was getting devoured.

Pinned beneath the heavy, solid body of the man, Aloissia thought.

Cassius Arslan, the Black Lion of Bedua, was ravenously ravaging her body.

Aloissia had been the one to request they spend the night together. Yet, now that their bodies were intertwined, Cassius seemed the more desperate one.

“Anyone would think I was forcing myself on you.”

Cassius, who had been persistently sucking on her pale pink nipple, slowly lifted his head. Unlike him, anxious as he embraced her, Aloissia was expressionless.

As if she was only waiting for this act to end.

“Your thoughts are so transparent, Your Highness.”

“What am I thinking?”

“That you want this to be over quickly.”

Looking down at Aloissia, who asked plainly, Cassius chuckled, 

“Am I wrong?”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not.”

The warrior’s bronze-colored hands, blessed by the bright sun, kneaded the woman’s pale, soft white breast. 

“You’re a liar.”

White flesh peeked out between his calloused fingers. Obsession filled his red eyes as he gazed at her soft breasts.

Aloissia’s lower abdomen tightened under Cassius’ heated gaze.

However, she ignored the rising desire and turned her head away.

“Don’t tease me.”

“Are you mad?”

At her passive rebuttal, the King of Warriors gave a faint smile.

“Don’t be like that.”

“What did I do…?”

“You’re acting like you don’t want me.”

Having finished speaking, Cassius lowered his head again. The man’s rough breath trailed down her slender neck, and his wet tongue licked her smooth skin for a long while.

The man who abhorred even the brush of another’s fingertips was now greedily devouring her flesh.

“You were the one who called me to your bedroom.”

As soon as his deep voice faded, the tip of his thick penis thrust deep inside her.

Slap, slap.

Soon, wet slapping sounds began to echo in the cozy bedroom. Well-defined muscles flexed with each of Cassius’ movements.

“Ah, ugh, ha!”

Aloissia moaned softly, shaking uncontrollably beneath him.

“S-Slowly, ah!”

Aloissia pleaded, overwhelmed. It wasn’t their first time having sex, yet she couldn’t get used to him, this beast of a man.

“Ahh, ah…!”

Her core contracted involuntarily as the thick shaft plowed through her wet folds. Aloissia trembled, her body thrilling with the surging pleasure.

“Ha!”

Cassius thrust his hips hard.

“Ah…!”

Another orgasm, she didn’t know how many now, washed over her again.

Aloissia’s head tilted back, her red lips parted, and her vision flipped upside down.

“Ha!”

The white moon outside the window caught her unfocused gaze. The moon, illuminating the quiet night of the empire, reflected in her golden eyes.

At that moment, Aloissia’s eyes glittered, reflecting the moonlight. It was a sign that the purification was beginning in earnest.

Seeing this, Cassius smiled deeply.

“Spread your legs more.”

Aloissia obediently spread her legs wide and gripped her own thighs, swallowing hard. Her thighs tightened, and her toes curled.

Aloissia’s eyes glowed strangely. The reason that had made her hesitant about their relationship vanished, and only her instinct took over.

“Cassius…”

More.

Give me more.

Give me your powerful guiding.

“Hurry…”

Her moist red lips parted, urging Cassius on. Her gaze, having lost her reason, was fixed on the part where their two bodies were joined.

Finally driven by the need for more purification, Aloissia began to move her hips gently on her own.

“Hurry…”

“My, my.”

Cassius, who had been thrusting with his strong hips, chuckled at her impatient movements. A boyish charm emerged as a smile spread across his sharp features.

“You’re going to devour me at this rate.”

Cassius spoke playfully. Brought back to her senses by his voice, Aloissia’s face flushed red with shame.

“…We made a contract. You promised to guide me.”

“We did.”

Cassius muttered, brushing back his disheveled hair.

“But it seems Her Highness the Crown Princess is mistaken about something.”

Wet black hair fell across his smooth forehead, and his dark eyebrows and the red eyes beneath them flashed.

“I said I’d guide you, not that I’d let myself be devoured.”

After finishing his words, Cassius pulled his bronze-colored body that was nestled between her white thighs.

“Uh!”

Aloissia’s eyes flew open as the man’s penis coated with semen scraped along her inner walls as he withdrew. At the same time, her slender waist lifted and arched.

“Ah!”

Aloissia shuddered from the pleasure spreading from her lower body. White, sticky fluid leaked out from the red opening that had held his penis.

“Haa, ha…”

With each breath she took, the opening pulsed, spurting out a thick stream of semen.

The sight of semen flowing from her smooth, white vagina without a single hair resembled cream leaking out. The man’s red eyes were strangely drawn to the sight.

“You have no idea how crazy you make me.”

Cassius murmured, scooping up the semen that trickled down Aloissia’s buttocks and pushing it back between her red petals.

“So stop with the trivial talk about contracts.”

His thick fingers pushed into her labia without hesitation, spreading the semen inside her delicate flesh. 

Aloissia, who had been catching her breath, gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“Ha, ah!”

“What a waste to let it spill. You need this, don’t you?”

Cassius stared intently between her thighs as he pushed his fingers deeper, increasing their number and moved like scissors to stretch her clenching inner walls.

“Ah, uh, Cassi, uht!”

Aloissia gasped, clutching Cassius’s hard arms. As she spread her legs wider and moaned desperately, he moved his fingers inserted into her vagina faster.

Now, a clear fluid, not semen, began to flow from Aloissia’s intimate place. Cassius, roughly shaking his wrist, said in a husky voice, “You need my seed, you need me. You absolutely need me. No one else will do. Only I can purify you.”

“Ugh, yes!”

“Isn’t that right?”

Aloissia nodded vigorously. Her lower abdomen tingled and burned. Her thighs tightened, and her toes curled.

“Y-Yes, ha!”

Aloissia managed to say, writhing on the bed. As if waiting for her answer, Cassius narrowed his sharp eyes.

“What?”

“Uh, ha, ah… Yes, yes! You’re, right…”

“What did I say?”

“I, ha, you, I need you, I need you!”

“Good girl.”

The Lord of Bedua, who had been questioning her in a thirsty voice, gripped her slender legs. Aloissia, her chest heaving, spread her thighs wide as he directed.

The moment their eyes met,

His penis coated with pre-come plunged deep inside Aloissia.

“Ha…!”

Aloissia gasped for breath at the sudden pressure of him filling her all at once. His penis, as thick and long as a child’s arm, mercilessly invaded her slick walls.

Cassius, thrusting his hips to bury himself fully, grabbed her chin. A hot lump of flesh was pushed between her teeth.

“Uh, mm!”

Cassius ravaged her mouth as he moved his hips roughly.

Being simultaneously invaded above and below was the most overwhelming sensation for her. Whenever Cassius did this, she would forget that this act was meant for mana purification.

The passionate kiss and the thrusting below made it feel like lovemaking, not just purification.

“Uh, huh, mm!”

Cassius was relentless. Breathless from the deep kiss, Aloissia tapped the man’s broad back.

She felt like she would suffocate if this continued.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss at her plea, Cassius embraced her delicate body. Her full, soft breasts were crushed and flattened against his hard, flat chest.

“Rosha. Ha, Rosha…!”

Cassius chanted Aloissia’s name endlessly as he fervently pierced her insides.

As Aloissia thrashed beneath him, a golden light flickered in her mind. The light wavered and formed a shape.

A large man dressed in black robes.

Cassius, as he was when they first met. In the vast hall of the temple, he had looked at her with cold eyes.

“Cassius Arslan, at your service, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Princess.”

The arrogant warrior who had spoken those perfunctory words with indifference.

Now, he was consumed by desire and pleasure, driving her relentlessly. Until then, Aloissia had never imagined that Cassius possessed such a passionate side.

Until then, at her husband’s, the Imperial Crown Prince’s funeral, where they had first met.