V3 Chapter 77

"Amadea?"

Cian stretched as he slowly woke up. His eyes were still closed but he could feel her warm body snuggled next to him. On both sides.

Huh? Both sides?

Cian stretched again as he opened his right eye. He then found Regina out, sleeping peacefully and right at his side in the bed. He mused, feeling his heart ached and moved at the same time as he noticed the grim bags under her eyes as well as the frown on her face.

She must have been really worried about him.

Her right eye twitched from time to time, and she snored lightly, her face partly buried into the pillow and the sheet low over her hips.

And all of a sudden, Cian knew what woke him up, as a sleepy growl reached him from the nude girl at his side: "...my Master..." she mumbled and turned over to her bedmate.

With a sigh, she snuggled into the warm shoulder under her head before she laid still against the heat of her master with a deep breath, the gorgeous red hair tickling his nose lightly.

He smiled, especially after unconsciously inhaling the aroma of a sleeping girl, of Regina- that soft seductive pheromones tickling his senses. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his body unconsciously relaxing and slipping into a comforting, relaxed condition.

"...Master, My Master, please be safe...."

She grabbed him tightly around the upper arm, and threw one leg over his hip, hugging him possessively, before stilling again with a deep sigh.

Cian wondered for a moment what her beautiful slave was dreaming about before he went back to watching his slave pout in her sleep. She must have been worried sick, and exhausted, just looking at her, anyone would know she wouldn’t wake up even if a bomb goes off beside her.

Well, not like he wanted her to wake up.

She must have been taking care of him desperately, that it made her this exhausted. She deserves a good, peaceful break.

“My lovely slave, sleep well,”

He uttered as he couldn’t help but trace a finger softly over her temple, and down over the fair, smooth cheek, and to a sensitive neck stretched out and vulnerable under his gentle touch. He ran the back of his index finger along her delicate skin, relishing the feel of her smooth skin.

Regina let out a soft “mmm” and shifted a little, but didn’t wake up. He grinned in satisfaction before placing the palm of his hand against the side of her head and started running the pad of his thumb across her cheek, gently murmuring her name.

What he did was very effective in changing her seemly terrible dream as her darkened expression slowly beamed in joy. Her lips twitched into a contented smile and she nuzzled into her arms to get more comfortable.

With a huff, she then rubbed her cheek against the caressing hand for a moment like a content cat, and Cian stilled in fear that maybe he woke her up. But all he got was another sleepy growl of his name before the young woman snuggled more against him, falling back into deeper slumber without any trouble. He chuckled. But then, he felt a stir beside him.

Obviously, it was none other than Amadea, sleeping peacefully on the other side of him. And just like Regina, completely in her birthday suit.

Her beautiful, gorgeous breasts pushed against him. Though, as for why they were naked while sleeping beside him lost him, eluded him. Not to mention, he was also bare naked.

Did they assault him while he was sleeping? Such a notion appeared inside his head- of course, that was just a joke. He would have felt it if they did it. No matter how deep his sleep was, he would automatically wake up.

Not to mention, the place didn’t smell of sex either. And more so, it's not like they would try doing it to him when he was in a slight terrible state.

Cian gently moved the tips of his fingers across Amadea’s backside. She was fast asleep on his chest, one arm gently resting across him and the other tucked close to her. He gazed at her. In her sleep, she reminded him of a little kitten. But Cian knew that once she woke up she was more like a tiger and could beat him up if she wanted to.

He lightly chuckled at the thought.

Amadea began to shift herself closer to him, squeezing him a little tighter. He smiled softly and swept away strands of her bangs, revealing her face which was squished to him.

“So cute,”

He stared at her, marveling yet again how much beautiful she would look like this, relaxed in sleep, caring nothing but a peaceful, beauty sleep.

Now, still and unmoving on his shoulder, she looked almost small and harmless, not like a cruel monster who could take monsters twice her size and weight out with those slender, fair arms.

The lines around her mouth were smoothed out, the frown lines between her crimson eyebrows gone, her gorgeous, kissable lips slightly parted with each soft exhale, and that somewhat sharp tongue of her poking out a bit, seemed to be asking for a reaction from him.

“Hmmm,”

Her cheek was squished against his chest which caused her little nose to squish up. Her mouth was slightly parted and her crimson eyes were gently closed. Cian’s heart clenched at the sight of her. She looked so...gorgeous.

The light from the magic lamp bathed her face with warmth. She looked heavenly at this very moment, a true angel from the heavens.

How good life can be…

He mused.

After everything is over, it would be quite interesting to live a peaceful life away from the world with the people he loves.

Spending time together, flirting and laughing, filling the rest of the world with love. Hmmm... that was not a bad ending.

As he was dreaming about, it, suddenly, Amadea stirred from her sleep.

“Hmm, Cian, not there…” the blood alraune murmured in her sleep, a faint mischievous smile hanging on her beautiful face.

Cian rolled his eyes faintly knowing what goes on in the red-haired woman’s dream world. Then, she suddenly nestled against her tightly, and worse, she was hugging him like a koala straddling a tree. Her knee even rose between his legs, touching his crotch, her arm pulling his waist.

Cian felt good, of course. His left hand on her bottom felt also good that he unconsciously kneaded the soft globe of flesh, soft and pliable in its relaxed state. His fingertips lightly running along her valley as he explored and caressed the sexy curves of her smooth bum.

She let out a moan, surprising him that he unconsciously pulled out his hand. Though he wanted to continue, but waking them up and disturbing their rest after they desperately took care of him would be inconsiderate of him. He wanted them to at least sleep for a little while longer.

However, when he had moved his hand, Amadea suddenly stirred, murmuring, her arm blindly reaching for his hand and putting it back on her bottom followed by a little wiggle, a little sigh.

She reached around his waist and pulled herself closer. What’s worse is that her long, gorgeous legs rubbed against his groin, a soft sensual thigh warm against him, and instantly, he became erect, his penis thickening and extending, rising, pushing against the thick, heavenly thigh.

This sensual succubus…!

Cian groaned inside his mind. If she continues this, he would surely lose himself. He gritted his teeth and tried to adjust his hips. However, his body moved so slowly against his will, his brain recognizing and reacting to the seductive scent of a very special female.

He sighs, feeling in defeat as his rigid erection nestled into Amadea’s soft, thick thigh, the soft flesh molding around it.

As expected or not, Amadea reacted unconsciously to the firm shaft pressed against her thigh and adjusted her legs just above his hardened erection, pressing against it, caressing it. her hot hand slipped down to rest on it. It pulsed when soft, slender fingers curled and held it, her soft hand holding his shaft and pulling it up to lie rigid on his stomach.

Is she actually awake?

He suspected. However, she was really still asleep. Damn. Even while sleeping, she's still a mischievous temptress! He grunted as he felt his member pulsed again when she stroked the underside with her palm, moving from the base to the tip slowly and back again. It pulsed strongly when her fingers curled to hold him in a soft grip.

Her eyes moved rapidly behind closed eyelids, dreaming of an incredible moment with her demonic lover; happiness. Her dream of running and playing with Cian in a beautiful flower garden, singing, and laughing changed when she felt his erection poked her soft thighs.

His demonic lover emerged with a mischievous smile and she ran towards him, someone she loved and cared for all her heart and know she could do anything for him.

He held his arms out to her and she ran, ran hard, flinging herself at him, he was her world, her everything. He loved her back, he cared, he wrapped his arms around her as her legs wrapped around him. And before she knew it, her body reacted, nipples tingling, an unconscious flow of blood to her crotch, labia thickening, clitoris tingling.

Her body wriggled, mimicking herself in her dream when Cian kissed her neck, tickling her, warm smell of something.

Cian grunted- this damn succubus!

His mind immediately went dirty, but he knew he needed to reign that in. As she wriggled in his arms, he felt his erection pulsing, throbbing, leaking; a cuddly beautiful and sensuous woman held tight in his arms, her seductive scent exciting him, sexy yet innocent, intoxicating.

His lips curled into an unconscious smile as his hips moved slightly spreading precum between her soft, thick thigh. Immediately he felt a tingling sensation on his groin, igniting his nerves.

Still, he kept his calm and gritted his teeth. Fortunately, Amadea’s teasing stopped, and after seemly finding a good spot in his arms, her face burrowing against his neck, her breathing turned even.

Cian finally let out a relieved sigh. Then, his arms hugged Regina and Amadea from both sides before closing his eyes. Regina and Amadea. The two beautiful women felt far too good in his arms, cuddled to him.

Holding them during the night, having another warm body near, someone to protect, someone who was growing on him day-by-day felt good. He also noted with a smile how they left their clothes off whenever they sleep together.

That move perplexed him a bit. It would not be surprising if they were about to make love. A thing he would do usually, but not this time since his body is still beaten terribly. There should be no need of sleeping naked, especially in this cold cavern. Amadea would not care, but as a human, Regina would. Still, she did it.

Nevertheless, holding them close, cuddled to him, the skin contact and body heat made it feel more intimate. Feeling their chests expand in his arms as she breathed softly was comforting.

For a few minutes, he indulged himself, hugging the two women a bit tighter and listening to their soft breathing. They both smelled good, it felt incredible.

“Cian…”

“Master…”

Their little murmurs as he hugged her made his heart thud pleasantly.

With a smile, Cian let their warmth, their seductive aroma, and rhythmic breathing lull him to sleep. With their warmth and amazing addictive female scents, the demonic prince drifted to sleep, a deep sleep.

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In Cian’s sleep, Amadea moved wildly and before she knew it, her sweet, soft, and plump bottom nestled back into his groin.

“Hm?”

Amadea felt the hard-on and groaned. Then, her plump and soft buttocks moved as they pressed against what is hard. Slowly the tip pressed against her closed thighs. As she moved in his arms precum lubricated the tip and it slid up the crease, moving to the small gap at her crotch.

Amadea continued to dream. The dream of Cian kissing her neck. She giggled, it felt good, good. As her body shook, Cian’s erection slipped between her thighs, rasping along her cleft to emerge in front of her, leaving a trail of precum, warm soft thighs caressing him.

“Hmmm??”

A tingle of pleasure intruded on her dream, waking her. Slowly she became aware of a bulk between her legs. She squeezed them together trying to figure out what it was. Big, warm, and hard. She squeezed again trying to identify it. Reaching down, eyes still closed, she felt it with the palm of her hand. Her body jerked suddenly when she realized it was the familiar thing, now large and rigid.

Her lips curved upwards.

Haa, my sweet demon prince.. even asleep, he’s still a huge pervert…

Cian slept deeply, his body reacting to Amadea’s movements, her soft thighs clenching in excitement, erection throbbing, pulsing.

When she jerked and squeezed, more precum leaked out in a bead that smeared on her palm, his hip twitching with her touch, heaviness building, close. When she jerked again, thighs sliding up and down his erection, semen tore up his shaft, spurting out into her hand. Another followed, his erection pulsing, shooting, hot thick semen falling onto her thigh as he hugged her body tight, eyes twitching behind his eyelids.

Amadea let out a sigh when she felt hot wetness spurt against her palm and drip onto her thigh. Hips twitching behind her, the penis throbbing, pulsing and spurting, hot, we, she licked her lips.

“Oh, it’s so warm. And so much of it.”

The hot liquid covered both her plump inner thighs and her butt. It almost looked like she had wet herself. She raised her hand toward her face, sniffed the cum dripping from her fingers, and licked it with her long, red tongue. Her nostrils were filled with a male scent she had nearly forgotten after exhausting her mind with worries and anxiety for her damn, danger-loving demon prince.

“Ahh, delicious… as always, such a strong flavor. Hmm, stronger than before…had it piled up after not doing it for quite a while?” She mused.

It was not just so much her sense of taste than it was her instincts as a woman that desired it. Even in sleep, he’s still vigorous, she mused while cleaning the cum off her hand. She just can’t get enough of this.

Too bad it was wasted on her hand, he should have given it inside her directly. She reached down, scooping the cum that had dripped from her thighs. Feeling a tingle down there, she slipped her cum-covered finger inside, hot, soft, tight vagina… good, so good.

She licked each finger clean, scooped a large amount again from the drippings of her thighs and brought her semen-covered hands to her breasts, and rubbed the semen into them. A vulgar expression appearing on her beautiful face. Her poor body was crying out in its desire for a man, her lover, but the worries of his injuries stopped her. She cannot hurt her beloved just because of her selfish lust.

Bound by those two conflicting desires, her body gave off intense pheromones. And these results affected the other two sleeping beside her, their bodies getting hotter, their faces flushed and their dreams…well… it did.

As she watched over the sleeping face of her lover who she wanted to but refused to hurt, that blood alraune with uncontrollable desires masturbated like a madwoman. Her body shook as she played with herself, nipples tingling, clit pulsing.

With her head bent, hair falling forward, her finger built a rhythm. Finger sliding through her slit from the top, over her inflamed, sensitive clit, body twitching, down and into her vagina, good, then reverse and start over.

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