Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 22 - R19

Chapter 22

“You can do it. Your bloodline is fertile.”

It was as if he were saying it wouldn’t work like a mechanism designed by a machine.

“Th-that’s not the issue…”

Regardless of whether Hisha spoke or not, Eugene approached. It was clear that she wasn’t just testing the waters. Hisha spoke urgently.

“This is a crime. The other party doesn’t consent…”

“Really?”

Eugene murmured indifferently, looking down.

“It doesn’t seem that way to me.”

Hisha was already in a conspicuous state, enough to make his jeans bulge. Tied with his legs spread apart, there was no way to hide it. Hisha gave a troubled laugh.

“That’s unfair underwear.”

Only then did Eugene realize and look down at herself.

What Eugene was wearing under her dress was a black lace underwear set that was far too scanty. Moreover, with higher heels than she usually wore and black stockings that came up to her thighs… It was a killer combination that directly targeted a man’s lower body.

Eugene stroked her chest and lifted her head. The languid smile of a woman who knew the influence she had over her opponent was fatal.

“Do you like this kind of thing?”

Hisha almost nodded vigorously. The same as he had imagined when he took it out of the drawer and envisioned her wearing it…

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he looked up, wondering if it could be.

“Could it be…”

Eugene faintly smiled.

“You seem to particularly like this underwear.”

It felt like someone was choking him.

“I didn’t hear the sound of a camera…”

“One of the technologies from the company I invested in tests the pressure applied to the surface of an object. Initially, I wondered where it could be used, but it turned out to be useful in finding out what a fingerprint-less intruder touched.”

He wasn’t sure if he should call it thorough… But he couldn’t understand why this aspect felt sexy.

Eugene opened the drawer beside her. She rummaged around as if looking for something, then finally took out a pair of scissors.

Hisha flinched. Given the situation, he was scared of what she was about to do, but fortunately, she didn’t seem to have any other intentions he didn’t want to imagine. Eugene started cutting his T-shirt.

The sound of scissors slicing through the fabric filled the air. After completely cutting it in half, Eugene brushed the shirt aside as if dusting it off. Then her gaze, darkened by an unknown emotion, scrutinized him thoroughly.

“Tell me if you don’t like it at any time.”

“Then will you stop?”

Hisha asked quietly, like a person short of breath.

“No. I’ll make sure you don’t say that.”

Out of curiosity, he wanted to say something, but provoking Eugene right now didn’t seem wise. More than anything, he wasn’t in the right state of mind to speak. Eugene had knelt between his legs and lightly placed her hand on his thigh. His already rock-hard thigh muscles tensed even more.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Eugene whispered, as if soothing a child.

“I won’t hurt you.”

It wasn’t really for the reason she was concerned about. Even having seen it in pictures, seeing Eugene sitting in front of him, looking like she could have a good time on her own multiple times, made Hisha’s mind go blank.

His hands itched. He wanted to touch her. To hold her.

Her hot breath moved towards his chest, and she teased it with her soft lips. Her hand glided over his abdomen, which was tensed and defined enough to cast shadows.

“Looks like you could do laundry on these abs.”

She said with a teasing laugh that was so provocative it sent shivers down Hisha’s spine.

Eugene lightly sucked on his tense n*pple. Hisha gripped the chair with his bound hands. It felt so good that it was dangerous.

He struggled to keep his composure.

“No, Eugene. Using your body like this is…”

He started, but she shushed him.

The sound of his zipper being pulled down was heard.

“You’ll like it.”

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and grasped his fully swollen m*mber.

“So…”

She murmured, licking under his ribcage.

“You’re cute, but this is anything but cute.”

She gently stroked him. Hisha gasped for air.

Eugene then knelt more purposefully on the carpet as if she was about to get serious.

“Wait, Eu…”

Hisha tried to speak, but Eugene took him into her mouth. Hisha flinched and stopped talking. His mouth opened involuntarily, and hot breaths escaped.

‘Wait, this is too…’

Knowing Eugene’s personality, he never thought she’d kneel before a man, but even the most devoted royal concubine couldn’t be this meticulous. She thoroughly licked and slid him deep into her mouth. The sound of fl*ids and friction filled the room.

She paused to ask.

“Should I stop?”

“No.”

He answered reflexively, like an idiot.

“No, I mean…”

Embarrassed, he tried to speak again, but Eugene didn’t delay and took him back into her mouth. Hisha squinted his eyes.

‘I can’t, this is…’

Eugene didn’t hesitate to take him in fully, licking up to the tip and savoring every drop. Watching her enjoy him as if he were a delicious treat, Hisha wondered if today was Christmas.

‘I don’t think I’ve been that good this year.’

As Hisha gripped the chair and let out a moan, Eugene smiled with lips red and sultry from the act.

“Do you like it?”

At that moment, Hisha had to muster truly superhuman strength to avoid climaxing. Strangely enough, instead of being overwhelmed by the pl*asure or wishing for more, jealousy hit him first. The thought that someone else might have seen this side of her was unsettling.

If there had been another man who had made this beautiful, elegant, yet dangerous wild creature so docile—

Eugene stood up and looked directly at Hisha as she hooked her fingers into the thin lace panties around her hips and pulled them down. One leg, then the other, she stepped out of them. The faint moisture glistening in the lush forest made little difference whether she wore the panties or not.

Seeing her graceful hips, shapely thighs, and long, slender legs sent shivers down Hisha’s spine. As Eugene placed her hands on his shoulders and mounted him, Hisha could only watch her in a daze, unable to think of resisting. Now, he only wished this dream would never end.

When Eugene leaned forward to steady herself, her hair brushed against his face, carrying a sophisticated fragrance. It was a scent he wanted to bury his nose in and keep inhaling. It felt like a dream to be with Eugene like this.

Her creamy inner thighs squeezed his hips, and her moist womanhood lightly brushed against his tip.

“Eugene, wait, I…”

Hisha tried to speak, panting, but Eugene cupped his face.

“Shh.”

Then she began to lower herself, keeping her eyes fixed on his. Hisha couldn’t look away from her. But Eugene furrowed her brows after a few attempts.

“It won’t go in.”

Eugene leaned into him more, trying to make it work. Although she was still wearing a bra, her mostly exposed, ample chest pressed against his. It was too much to bear.

“Eugene, if you untie me, I can…”

Hisha began to say, but Eugene used her weight to forcibly sink. They both let out restrained groans simultaneously.

Hisha buried his forehead into her shoulder. She was so hot, trembling as she stretched to take him into her tight, small space.

Eugene seemed to take a moment to adjust, catching her breath, before she started moving. The w*t friction made a squeaking sound. Hisha bit his lip, overly excited and holding back for too long. Before he could even say ‘wait,’ he spilled a little.

“Sorry. It felt so good… I couldn’t hold back.”

Hisha gasped, rubbing his face against her chest like a whining puppy.

Eugene lifted Hisha’s face with both hands. Her one red eye swirled with intensity. The dark hue of her other eye seemed bewildered, while the red one looked predatory.

Eugene kissed him, and he kissed her back. Their lips met repeatedly, and their tongues entwined between their rough breaths. For a moment, he was so immersed that he lost track of what he was doing. In the midst of it, he could feel himself growing hard again inside her.

A surge of heat welled up deep in Hisha’s eyes.

“Move.”

He commanded, though his eyes were pleading. Eugene slowly started to lift her hips. The fully erect m*mber slid out and then back in.

At that moment, two hands approached and caressed her back. The firm yet gentle touch sent a shiver through Eugene as if her er*genous zones had been stimulated. Hisha softly ran his hands up her waist, encouraging her. Eugene trembled as she lifted and lowered her hips.

“Hngh…”

Hisha let out a suppressed moan, unable to hold it in. He then grabbed her hair, burying his lips behind her ear.

It was only then that Eugene realized Hisha was using his hands, and she flinched in surprise.

‘When did he free himself from the restraints?’

Just as she thought that Hisha lifted Eugene. Startled, Eugene clung to him. She noticed the broken chair behind them, remembering hearing a crack earlier but thinking it was her imagination.

But before she could say anything, Hisha laid her down on the living room sofa and pressed into her. There was no gap between them as if he were molded perfectly to fit her.

Hisha straightened his back and thrust into her, his attention shifting to her legs and toes. His hot lips and tongue licked and sucked her toes through the stockings.

“Ha, black stockings, damn, black stockings… this is really unfair…”

Eugene couldn’t understand what he was saying at first, but then she realized. However, she was already too overwhelmed to think or speak. She was feeling an intense pl*asure that was impossible to ignore.