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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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While Edanant was engaged in a heated struggle with the princess and the saintess, Elizabetta and Rue were having a heart-to-heart talk in their own bed.
“Aren’t you going over there too?”
“I’m okay. I’ll let my sister and the Saintess have him tonight.”
Elizabetta had talked with Edanant late into the night. Though most of it had been drowsy, half-coherent ramblings, she felt a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her chest.
The Platinum Princess smiled brightly, pinching Rue’s cheek playfully in response to the Luinong’s concerned voice.
“Thank you for your concern. You’re a very sweet Luinong, Rue.”
“Of course! Rue is a perfect Luinong, no matter where she goes!”
Elizabetta burst out laughing at Rue’s confident proclamation.
Rue’s easily inflated ego, swelling with the slightest praise, reminded her of Edanant. ‘Pets often resemble their owners,’ she mused.
Elizabetta, feeling a warm sense of affection, clasped Rue’s tiny hand in hers.
“Don’t worry. I’m just letting them have their turn.”
“What if they steal Edan away? What if the old lady and the Saintess keep him all to themselves?”
“Hmph, you think I’d just let that happen? I’ll definitely make Edan mine. He’ll fall head over heels for me. No man can resist the Platinum Princess’s charms.”
“…”
Max was stolen by Beatrice.
Rue swallowed the words that rose to her throat.
That was a sensitive topic.
Bringing it up would be like lighting a fuse to a powder keg.
Rue, fearing Elizabetta’s wrath, wisely chose discretion over honesty. If Edanant had been present, he would have been moved to tears, witnessing Rue’s growth and newfound maturity.
“Do you like Edan, Rue?”
“Of course! He’s my partner and my precious friend!”
“I like him too. I wonder if it’s okay to like him this much… It makes me a little uneasy.”
“Hee hee. It’s okay, Edan likes you too. I can guarantee it! I’ll bet all my jelly candy on it!”
Rue’s innocent and unwavering honesty was enviable.
Elizabetta wished she could be that open and straightforward with her feelings.
’If I had been that honest.’
’If I had shown Edan my true feelings.’
She watched Rue, whose clear, bright eyes reflected her pure heart, and sighed inwardly. The Luinong’s childlike sincerity evoked a sense of longing within the villainess.
“Time for bed? We have to play again tomorrow. And eat lots of snacks!”
“Hee hee, okay!”
Elizabetta reached out and pulled Rue into a warm embrace.
The little Luinong, nestled in the arms of her beloved princess, giggled happily.
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While Elizabetta and Rue drifted off to a peaceful slumber, Edanant found himself in a rather precarious situation.
“Now, take off your pants.”
“Yes, take them off right now!”
Fueled by desire, their instincts took over.
Ludmilla and Zebeline, straddling him, their hot breath against his skin, resembled predatory beasts.
The women, usually so reserved in matters of love, had transformed into ravenous carnivores, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
This was the moment their carefully cultivated “herbivore” facade crumbled.
“Then… will you lick it?”
He couldn’t retreat.
Not now.
He had to assert his dominance, if only to preserve his masculine pride.
Edanant, pointing to his erect penis, boldly requested their ministrations. Ludmilla and Zebeline both swallowed nervously.
“L-Lick it…? You mean… your nether regions?”
“I know! I heard that’s what men and women do…!”
They possessed a vague understanding of the act.
Hands to stimulate.
Tongue and mouth to heighten the pleasure.
Though neither had any experience with intercourse, they weren’t completely ignorant. Ludmilla and Zebeline, understanding his request, blushed and slowly raised their hands.
“U-Uh…!”
“It’s hot… and so hard, like a sword hilt…”
The princess and the saintess, their delicate hands trembling, caressed his lower abdomen.
They pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis, standing tall and proud like a pillar supporting the heavens.
A shadow fell over them, its size and heat overwhelming.
Ludmilla and Zebeline, as if entranced, stared at his penis.
Edanant, gently guiding their faces downwards, positioned them before his engorged member.
“Churp.”
Ludmilla made the first move.
She extended her tongue, tentatively licking the tip of his penis.
Her actions were clumsy and hesitant.
This was uncharted territory, an experience completely foreign to her.
So, Ludmilla, like a kitten lapping at a saucer of milk, began sucking on the tip of his penis. Her cautious movements betrayed her concern for his well-being.
“Is this… Is this how you do it?”
The silver-haired saintess joined in.
Her small breasts exposed, clad only in her pale blue panties, the beautiful maiden knelt before him, offering him the ultimate pleasure.
—Chuup-
—Chulup… Chup!
The princess and the saintess simultaneously began servicing him, their mouths working in perfect harmony.
When Ludmilla sucked on his penis, Zebeline would caress his testicles.
And when Zebeline moved up to take her turn, Ludmilla would bury her face in his scrotum.
It was a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by Tyranny and Famine.
To think that these two sworn enemies, who clashed at every turn, would perform such a perfect synchronized fellatio…
Edanant, a mixture of pleasure and ticklish discomfort coursing through him, surrendered to the wave of arousal. He gently pushed their heads down, urging them to continue.
“A clear liquid is dripping out… Is this… semen?”
“I thought it was supposed to be milky white. This is… strange.”
A transparent strand connected the tip of his penis to Ludmilla’s rosy tongue.
Pre-cum.
A sign of imminent ejaculation.
Zebeline, having lost the first turn to Ludmilla, quickly took her place, engulfing his penis in her mouth and sucking eagerly. She tasted the pre-cum, a bitter and slightly salty flavor, and frowned.
“Can you take it deeper? It feels really good.”
“Ugh… Fine.”
Bitter and salty.
A distinctly masculine scent filled her nostrils, sending a warmth through her body.
Despite the unfamiliar and somewhat unpleasant taste, Zebeline, eager to prove herself superior to the old maid even in this, obediently followed his instructions.
“Chuup, Chulup…! Heut, Heup!”
She took his entire length into her mouth.
A gag reflex threatened to overwhelm her each time he thrusted against the back of her throat, but Zebeline persevered, determined to please him.
—Chuup-! Chuup-! Chuup-!
His penis, thick and hard as a sword hilt, slid in and out of her mouth, her plump lips stretching around him.
Edanant’s penis glistened with saliva, a testament to the Saintess’s devoted service.
“Hnng!”
Edanant groaned.
He pulled his penis from Zebeline’s mouth.
A hot, milky white liquid erupted, spurting like a geyser and coating the elegant faces of Ludmilla and Zebeline. It was an instinctive act, a primal urge to mark his territory and establish dominance over his mates.
“Ugh…!”
“Kyaa!”
Hot and salty.
Thick and viscous, like a sticky slime.
A stark contrast to the clear, watery pre-cum. Ludmilla and Zebeline, their faces and chests coated in his semen, gasped, their bodies flushed with a newfound warmth.
“It’s still dripping… Did it feel that good?”
“Th-This is…!”
Edanant’s hand moved to Ludmilla’s lower abdomen, slick with her own arousal.
Perhaps it was the afterglow of her first fellatio.
Ludmilla was unusually sensitive.
Sensing this, Edanant gently laid her back on the bed. He slowly slid down her black lingerie, revealing her smooth, toned stomach, and then removed her panties, her last barrier.
“Hnn!”
Ludmilla, lying on the bed, gripped the sheets, her slender waist twisting beneath him.
She instinctively knew what was coming.
The thick, hard object that she had just been pleasuring with her mouth would soon be entering her.
A mixture of anticipation and apprehension flickered across her face as she spread her legs.
“Zebeline.”
“Haaang!!”
He pulled Zebeline, who was lapping at his semen like a kitten, to her feet.
And then, he buried his face in the saintess’ honeyed folds, his penis poised at the entrance to Ludmilla’s waiting warmth.
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