Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 51: Pleasure (M)

At first, Lethia only wanted to treat what she did with Caelum tonight like any typical one-night stand. No strings, no heart attached—just lust, raw and honest, to satisfy each other’s craving.

But fate, of course, had a habit of twisting the simplest plans into something messier.

There was this quiet flutter of comfort in Lethia’s chest, the way Caelum treated her so gently, like she was more than just a body. Somehow, after tonight, she didn’t think she’d shut herself off if the chance to know him deeper came knocking.

Caelum laid her down again on the bed.

But this time, something had shifted. He felt more possessive—his hands wasted no time, already roaming over her body like he owned every damn inch.

Their lips still tangled in a heated kiss, one of Caelum’s hands began caressing her thigh. Maybe he was losing patience, because he kept squeezing it like she was a soft sponge made just for his grip.

From stroking and kneading her thigh, his hand trailed to the center, his fingers finally finding her folds.

"Mhhmmpp..." Her moan was swallowed by the kiss, her back arching as Caelum gently brushed the outer edges of her folds.

The way he touched her—slow and torturous—made her body tremble and writhe with every careful stroke.

God, she wished his fingers would just slip inside, the way her body kept jolting, practically begging him to.

Caelum broke the kiss, both of them breathless, and pulled his hand away from her center.

"Are you this wet for me?" he asked, voice thick with teasing, his sticky fingers hovering just above her, glinting with proof.

Lethia’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, helpless, pleading for him to stop playing and do something before this sweet torture snapped her in half.

The wicked smirk curling on his lips felt like he told her she was done for—and her body already fully under his spell.

It didn’t take long before Caelum’s tongue met her breast—greedy, like he was devouring some decadent cake—sending a sharp jolt straight to her core...

And then his fingers pushed in, invading her, just as her body had begged for.

Lethia could feel Caelum’s two fingers slipping deep inside her pussy, and every stroke sent jolts of pleasure that made her body twitch and shudder.

"Aaah..." Even in that moaning haze, Lethia still managed to admire how wickedly skilled Caelum was—his fingers danced in a rhythm that had her drunk with lust.

He found her sweetest spot with ease, hitting it over and over as his fingers moved deeper inside her.

Lethia kept opening her mouth in gasps—silent ones—trying to hold back the moans clawing up her throat.

Caelum’s tongue, once lapping softly at her nipple, had turned into teasing little bites—each one syncing perfectly with the deeper thrusts of his fingers.

That maddening combo had Lethia squirming, her body writhing beneath him. And just when she felt her orgasm creeping in, his strokes sped up, ruthless and precise. Her hips jerked instinctively, moving up and down like she was riding the edge.

Heat bloomed through her limbs—fast and intense—followed by the rush of blood surging to her core, her legs lifting, her toes curling tight.

Her entire body shuddered in pleasure, pupils blown wide.

Her pussy throbbed harder and harder, until a long moan broke from her lips—mind-numbing, explosive, pure fucking bliss.

Compared to the way she fingered herself, Caelum’s dominating touch was on another level, times ten. She already knew that after this, her own fingers wouldn’t satisfy her the same way again.

Caelum leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her hazy eyes flutter open, still soaked in the aftermath of pleasure.

Their eyes locked for a beat—just one, loaded with everything—before Caelum climbed off the bed.

Lethia frowned, curiosity rising.

But then her eyes widened as Caelum pulled off his trousers... and then his underwear.

By every god from the four winds—Lethia stared, completely dazed, when she saw Caelum’s hard shaft.

She swallowed hard, her throat tightening at the very thought of that thick, solid length not entering her tonight.

"This is what you do to me, my queen," Caelum smirked, his eyes burning with intent.

Lethia couldn’t respond with words.

She didn’t need to. The way her gaze refused to leave him was answer enough.

But what made her wonder was why Caelum didn’t come to her. Instead, he sat on the sofa in front of the bed.

"It’s a shame I can’t stretch you with this right now. But... let’s do something that’ll give you the same experience."

Right then, the clone of Caelum—whose presence Lethia had nearly forgotten—walked up to her on the bed.

"Keep your gaze on me here, my queen. Please..."

That ’please’ from the real Caelum made Lethia’s heart thunder frantically in her chest. Made her unable to resist—no, she chose not to. She wanted this.

But her whole chest nearly dropped when the clone Caelum spread her legs wide and bent them up, like a woman about to give birth.

Lethia instinctively tried to close her legs, but the clone held her open firmly until the most intimate part of her body was fully exposed before him.

"Wh—what... I... I..." Lethia stammered. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it—she did—but the embarrassment gripped her.

"Relax... my Queen. Just enjoy the ride."

The smile from the real Caelum was sinfully arousing—especially when he began to stroke his own cock while watching her.

"Aaahhh..." Lethia cried out as the clone Caelum began to nibble her clit.

His tongue started with long, slow licks along her folds... then pushed in, diving into her walls with wicked precision.

But what made Lethia’s walls throb harder was the visual stimulation—watching Caelum jerk himself off alone while watching her.

Caelum’s growl deepened as his pre-cum started to spill, and the clone Caelum grew even more feral—devouring, licking, and nibbling at her clit.

"How is it, my Queen? Mhhhmp... Can you feel it? Does it feel like I’m the one stroking inside you?"

Lethia couldn’t say a word, her breath heavy and uneven. She’d never imagined having a sexual experience like this.

The deeper Caelum’s tongue flicked and pushed inside her walls, the harder the real Caelum stroked his length, matching the rhythm as if they were one.

Their moans echoed throughout Caelum’s room as both of them neared climax.

Lethia bit her palm, muffling her cries, unable to handle the flicks Caelum’s tongue gave her clit.

The stimulation Caelum created made her truly believe his hard cock was the one pounding into her right now. freёnovelkiss.com

Caelum stroked himself faster, and Lethia began to jerk up and down, grinding herself against the clone’s mouth, pushing his head deeper, demanding his tongue go wilder, deeper, rougher—

"Aahhh..."

"Arrghh..."

Both of them moaned hard in perfect unison.

Lethia felt a violent, electrifying wave rush through her—an intensity she’d never known. Her entire body shuddered with overwhelming pleasure.

Warm liquid gushed from her pussy, her core still throbbing hard—evidence she’d squirted.

And her satisfaction only grew more intense seeing Caelum drenched in his own cum, panting, eyes smoldering from the force of his climax.