Estia lingered against the velvet chair for several heartbeats after Rhysan’s departure, her thighs slick with the evidence of their union and her body still humming from the dual claims he had made on her. The library’s shadows seemed to press closer, heavy with the mingled scents of parchment, sweat, and sex that clung to her skin, until at last she pushed upright on unsteady legs and slipped from the room. The corridors were quiet at this hour, the crystal domes now dimming as the afternoon light faded toward evening, and she made her way back to her private chambers without encountering another soul. There she stripped away the hastily refastened gown and stepped beneath the cascading stream of heated water in the marble bathing alcove, letting the spray sluice away the sticky traces of Rhysan’s seed from her swollen pussy and tender ass. Ophelia appeared silently at the threshold moments later, her unassuming presence a quiet anchor as she handed Estia a towel and murmured instructions for the evening ahead.

The maid—whose true allegiance Estia had begun to suspect—selected a gown of midnight-blue silk so gossamer it whispered against the skin like a lover’s breath. The neckline plunged nearly to Estia’s navel, the fabric’s weight precarious enough that any sudden movement might spill her full breasts free; the skirts, layered in sheer panels, draped low on her hips and clung transparently to the curves of her ass and the shadowed cleft between her thighs, revealing every contour without the concealment of undergarments. “No need for anything beneath, Princess,” Ophelia said softly, her fingers brushing Estia’s bare hip as she adjusted the final drape, the touch lingering just long enough to stir fresh warmth in Estia’s still-sensitive flesh. Estia’s nipples tightened visibly against the thin silk, and the absence of barriers left her acutely aware of every shift of air across her bare pussy lips, still faintly swollen and damp from the library encounter. Ophelia’s eyes held a knowing glint as she stepped back, her role as Lucian’s mistress threading unspoken through the silence.

Dinner passed in a blur of formal courses and veiled glances from the other courtiers, the food tasting of ash on Estia’s tongue while anticipation coiled low in her belly. When the moon rose high enough to paint the palace gardens in silver, she found Prince Lucian waiting at the edge of the terraced paths, his tall frame cloaked in black velvet that accentuated the commanding breadth of his shoulders. He offered his arm without preamble, his grip firm as he led her down winding trails bordered by night-blooming jasmine whose perfume mingled with the faint musk still clinging to her skin. The sheer skirts whispered around her legs with each step, the fabric occasionally parting to expose pale flashes of thigh and the soft outline of her ass, and Lucian’s gaze raked over her with deliberate hunger. “My brother’s scent lingers on you,” he said at last, voice low and edged with steel, his free hand settling at the small of her back to guide her deeper into the shadowed groves. Estia’s pulse quickened at the accusation veiled as observation, her body already responding to the raw authority radiating from him.

Lucian halted beneath a canopy of flowering vines where moonlight pooled like liquid silver, turning her to face him with unyielding hands. His mouth claimed hers in a dominant kiss that brooked no resistance, tongue thrusting deep to taste and conquer while his fingers tangled in her hair to hold her precisely where he wanted. The kiss deepened into something possessive, his teeth grazing her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp, and Estia felt the first tremor of submission ripple through her as his free hand slid inside the dangerous neckline of her gown, cupping one bare breast with bruising pressure. “Rhysan may have stolen your maidenhead,” Lucian growled against her lips, envy sharpening every syllable as his thumb rolled her nipple into a taut peak, “but he will never command what I will take from you tonight.” His other hand descended the sheer fabric of her skirts, bunching them upward until cool night air kissed her exposed pussy, his fingers parting her slick folds without mercy to stroke the sensitive clit that still throbbed from earlier use.

He backed her against the rough bark of an ancient tree, the bark scraping her bare ass through the parted silk as he pinned her wrists above her head with one iron grip. Lucian’s kisses trailed lower, teeth nipping the tender skin of her throat while his commanding touch circled her entrance, two thick fingers pushing inside the tight, cum-slicked channel of her pussy in a single thrust that made her knees buckle. The wet sounds of his penetration filled the garden’s hush, each deliberate curl of his knuckles dragging against her inner walls and drawing fresh arousal that coated his palm. Estia moaned into his mouth as he added a third finger, stretching her with ruthless precision, his body pressing close so she could feel the rigid length of his cock straining against his trousers and demanding her full surrender. Lucian’s envy surfaced again in the harsh rhythm of his hand, fucking her with possessive strokes that reminded her body of what Rhysan had claimed while asserting his own dominance, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit until her hips rocked helplessly into his touch.

His free hand released her wrists only to tear the fragile neckline wider, exposing both breasts to the moonlight and the cool caress of night air as he bent to suckle one nipple with hard, pulling pressure that sent sparks straight to her core. Estia’s thighs trembled around his wrist, the sheer skirts now bunched at her waist leaving her utterly open to his commanding exploration, the scent of her renewed arousal blending with jasmine and the faint trace of her earlier encounter. Lucian withdrew his fingers only to replace them with the blunt head of his cock, freed from his garments and pressing insistently against her dripping entrance, the thick crown parting her folds with deliberate, unhurried force. “You will learn to crave my control,” he whispered against her breast, voice thick with dark promise as he began to push inside, stretching her virgin-tight pussy anew around his superior girth while her bound wrists flexed uselessly above her head. Each inch sank deeper with measured authority, the friction igniting every nerve as he filled her completely, his hips pinning her to the tree in a display of power that left no doubt who ruled this moment.

Lucian’s hands slid down to grip the backs of Estia’s thighs, hoisting her legs upward until her knees nearly touched her shoulders and the angle forced her pussy to open wider around the thick base of his cock. The rough bark of the tree scraped at her bare ass with every slight shift, but the discomfort only sharpened the overwhelming stretch as he drove into her with ruthless, piston-like thrusts that shook her entire frame. Her wrists remained pinned above her head by one iron hand while the other held her legs in place, spreading her so completely that the wet slap of his heavy balls against her slick folds echoed through the moonlit garden. Estia’s moans rose in pitch, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around his girth as the head of his cock battered against her cervix with each savage plunge, the friction igniting sparks that raced up her spine and made her nipples tighten painfully against the cool night air.

It did not take long. The relentless pounding sent her hurtling toward release, her pussy spasming in rhythmic pulses that coated his shaft in fresh, glistening arousal. Estia cried out sharply, the orgasm ripping through her with such force that her thighs trembled violently in his grip, her juices squirting around the invading cock to drip in shiny trails down the tree trunk and onto the mossy ground below. Her body went rigid, every muscle locking as waves of pleasure crashed over her, the tight heat of her channel milking him greedily even as her breath came in ragged gasps.

Yet Lucian showed no mercy, continuing to fuck her through the aftershocks. Estia whimpered at the hypersensitivity, her swollen clit throbbing with each brutal thrust that dragged his cock along oversensitive nerves, but he only pressed her harder against the tree, his hips snapping forward with unyielding power. Her legs ached from the position, held high and spread wide, exposing every inch of her dripping cunt to his dominance while the sheer gown bunched uselessly around her waist. The continued friction built a fresh, maddening heat inside her, her mind beginning to fray as the relentless pace robbed her of coherent thought, leaving only the wet sounds of penetration, the slap of skin, and the scent of their mingled sex thick in the jasmine-scented air.

The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them, born from the haze of overstimulation. “You fuck me better than Rhysan,” she gasped, voice breaking on a moan as his cock bottomed out again, stretching her deeper with its superior thickness. “Your dick is so much bigger… so much more fulfilling, filling me completely where he couldn’t.” Each confession seemed to spur him onward, her pussy clenching tighter around him as she babbled on, “He took my virginity but you own me now, your cock ruins me, makes me ache and want more even when it hurts.” The praise laced with raw need pushed Lucian over the edge; his thrusts grew erratic, hips jerking as his cock swelled and pulsed, flooding her womb with hot, thick spurts of cum that overflowed her stretched entrance and ran in creamy rivulets down her ass.

Lucian held her suspended there for long moments afterward, his cock still buried to the hilt as the last tremors of his release ebbed, the warmth of his seed seeping around their joined bodies. Estia’s legs remained hooked over his arms, her body limp and trembling against the tree while her pussy continued to flutter weakly around him, the emotional storm of envy, dominance, and unexpected surrender leaving her chest tight with a confusing mix of shame and longing. His lips found hers again in a slower, claiming kiss that tasted of possession, his tongue delving deep as if to seal the words she had spoken into permanence.

Even as the night air cooled the sweat on her skin, Lucian showed no sign of releasing her, his cock twitching with renewed interest inside her cum-slicked channel while one hand traced possessive patterns over her exposed breasts. The garden’s shadows seemed to deepen around them, the distant murmur of fountains underscoring the wet drip of their combined fluids onto the ground, and Estia realized with a shiver that this prince’s calculated hunger would demand far more before the night ended.

The garden’s shadows seemed to deepen around them, the distant murmur of fountains underscoring the wet drip of their combined fluids onto the ground, and Estia realized with a shiver that this prince’s calculated hunger would demand far more before the night ended. Lucian’s cock remained buried deep inside her cum-slicked pussy, twitching with residual hardness as he pressed her back harder against the tree, his breath hot against her ear. “Tell me everything my brother did to you,” he commanded, voice low and edged with that dangerous envy, his hips beginning a slow, deliberate roll that dragged his thick shaft along her oversensitive walls. Each shallow thrust sent sparks of discomfort and lingering pleasure through her core, the swollen folds of her cunt gripping him wetly as fresh rivulets of their mingled release leaked out around his base. Estia gasped, her thighs still hooked over his arms, the bark scraping her bare ass as she tried to form words amid the haze of overstimulation. “He bound my wrists to the table first,” she whispered, voice trembling, “then kissed me until I couldn’t think, his fingers stroking my clit before he pushed inside my pussy and took my virginity there, stretching me open with careful thrusts until I came around him.”

Lucian growled low in his throat at the details, his envy sharpening the possessive grip on her legs as he fucked her with measured, unhurried strokes that forced her to feel every ridge of his superior cock grinding against her cervix. The wet sounds of penetration filled the night air, her sensitive inner muscles fluttering and clenching around the invasion while his free hand pinched one exposed nipple hard enough to draw a whimper from her lips. “And after that?” he demanded, hips snapping forward just enough to make her breasts bounce against his chest, the sheer fabric of her gown bunched uselessly at her waist. Estia’s breath hitched, the hypersensitivity making every drag of his cock feel almost too intense, her pussy dripping fresh arousal that mixed with the cum already coating her thighs. “He moved me to the chair and peeled away my clothes, touching every inch before he pushed into my ass,” she confessed, the words tumbling out as his thrusts grew a fraction deeper, “filling that tight hole with his cock until I screamed from the stretch, pumping his seed into my bowels while his fingers worked my clit to another peak.” The confession poured from her in vivid, halting phrases—the way Rhysan’s shaft had dragged against her virgin anal ring, the burn and fullness that had made her pussy clench emptily, the hot spurts flooding her bowels until she trembled in his lap.

Her body still throbbed from the relentless pounding earlier, every nerve raw and oversensitive, and as Lucian’s slow fucking continued to build that maddening friction she offered in a shaky voice, “Take my ass instead if you want something untouched.” But he shook his head with a dark chuckle, his cock pulsing inside her as he denied the request, already knowing his thicker girth would overwhelm the tender ring her brother had claimed so recently. “No, princess. That hole is not for me tonight.” With commanding ease he lifted her off his shaft, letting her legs slide down until her bare feet touched the mossy earth, the sudden emptiness leaving her pussy gaping slightly and leaking thick streams of cum down her inner thighs. Lucian stepped back just enough to free himself fully, his slick cock standing rigid and glistening in the moonlight, then issued the order with unyielding authority: “Kneel. Rhysan may have claimed your cunt and ass, but your mouth remains untouched, and I will have it now.”

Estia sank willingly to her knees on the soft ground, the sheer skirts pooling around her hips as she looked up at him with a mix of submission and lingering desire, her hands reaching to steady herself against his thighs. She leaned forward without hesitation, parting her lips to take the broad head of his cock into her mouth, tasting the mingled salt of their releases on her tongue as she wrapped her fingers around the thick base. The heavy shaft stretched her jaws wide as she sank deeper, her tongue swirling along the veined underside while saliva coated him in glistening trails, the musky scent of sex filling her senses. Lucian’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her with firm pressure as she bobbed her head, taking him inch by inch until the crown nudged the back of her throat and tears pricked her eyes. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking with eager intensity, the wet slurping sounds joining the garden’s quiet as her tongue worked the sensitive ridge beneath the head, her free hand cupping his heavy balls to feel them tighten with each pull of her mouth. The emotional weight of her choice settled over her—the duty to her people clashing with this raw, commanding intimacy that left her pussy clenching emptily on the ground while she serviced him, her body already craving the next wave of his dominance even as she swallowed around his girth.

Her tongue worked frantically around the thick shaft filling her mouth, the head bumping the back of her throat with each bob of her head as saliva dripped from her chin in glistening strands. Lucian’s fingers tightened in her hair without warning, gripping the dark waves in a fist that yanked her head back just enough to control her. He thrust forward hard, driving his cock deeper into her throat until her eyes watered and she gagged around the sudden invasion, the wet choking sounds echoing through the garden. His hips snapped with brutal rhythm, facefucking her with possessive force that stretched her lips wide and made her throat bulge around his girth, each thrust forcing more of his length past her tongue until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Estia’s hands clutched his thighs for balance, tears streaking her cheeks as he used her mouth relentlessly, the taste of their mingled cum coating her tongue with every withdrawal before he slammed back in.

Lucian groaned low, his thrusts growing erratic until he pulled free with a wet pop, his cock glistening and throbbing as he stroked it once, twice. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her face in hot, pulsing jets, splattering her cheeks, lips, and lashes in creamy white that dripped down her chin and onto the swell of her exposed breasts. She gasped at the sensation, the warm fluid marking her skin as her tongue darted out instinctively to catch what she could. Lucian released her hair and tucked his softening cock back into his trousers with deliberate calm, leaving her kneeling there trembling with anticipation, cum cooling on her flushed face.

“Lay back, princess,” he commanded, his voice a dark velvet command that brooked no refusal. Estia sank onto the soft moss, the sheer skirts still bunched at her waist as she obeyed, legs parting instinctively. “Lift your skirt higher and touch yourself for me. Show me how that greedy little pussy aches for what my brother stole first.” Her fingers trembled as they slid between her thighs, parting the slick, cum-soaked folds to circle her swollen clit, the wetness from their fucking making every stroke slippery and obscene.

“You’re my little slut now,” Lucian murmured, watching with hooded eyes as her fingers worked faster, dipping inside her cum-filled channel before returning to rub the sensitive bud. “If you were mine, I would fuck you until you could no longer walk, until your cunt and ass and mouth all bore my marks and you begged for more even when you sobbed from overstimulation.” Estia moaned at the words, her hips lifting into her own touch, the confession of his envy over Rhysan’s claim fueling the heat building low in her belly. Her free hand cupped her breast, pinching the nipple as her fingers plunged deeper, the wet sounds of her masturbation joining the night sounds around them.

Her breath quickened, thighs quivering as the orgasm built sharp and fast, her clit throbbing under her circling fingers and her inner walls clenching around nothing. Lucian’s gaze sharpened, reading every sign of her approaching peak. “Stop,” he ordered sharply, and her hand froze instantly, leaving her panting and frustrated on the edge, her pussy visibly pulsing with denied release. He stepped back, straightening his velvet cloak with a satisfied smirk. “Ophelia waits in your chambers to finish what I have begun. Go to her, and remember who commands your pleasure tonight.”

Moonlit Heir: Seduction of the Sun Princess