Forbidden Desires: Conquering Kingdoms And Women In a Fantasy World!

"Rumia..."

She sat there casually.

Had she followed our carriage? Likely.

"What are you doing here already?" I asked her. "Class just ended, shouldn't you go home?"

"Well, we can't show too much closeness between us at the academy," she said, her tone carrying just a hint of mischief. "So I came here. Now climb in, Hal. It's been far too long."

I hesitated briefly before nodding.

I glanced back at the servant, who was watching our interaction with polite discretion.

"Tell Viscount Lindow that I'm out with a friend and will return later," I instructed him.

The servant bowed and retreated toward the mansion, and before I could fully process what was happening, Rumia's hand shot out to grasp my arm, pulling me into the carriage with surprising strength and right after the carriage started moving.

"Did you miss me that much?" I asked, settling onto the plush seat across from her, unable to suppress a laugh at her eagerness.

Her expression grew serious for a moment, her eyes reflecting depths of emotion I hadn't expected. "Nearly three years, Harold. I wasn't able to see you properly even once."

"I suppose that is a long time," I admitted.

Before I could say anything more, she moved with fluid grace to close the distance between us, her hands framing my face as her lips found mine.

I found my hands moving to her shoulders, pulling her closer as I returned her kiss with equal fervor.

"Hmm~" The soft sound she made sent heat racing through my veins as she pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her fingers clutching at the fabric of my shirt. Her breathing was slightly uneven, her cheeks flushed with color that made her blond hair seem to glow.

"I want you, Harold," she whispered. "I want you so much it hurts."

The intensity in her gaze left no room for misinterpretation. This wasn't the playful flirtation of our younger years, but something deeper, more mature and desperate.

"Are you serious?" I asked, though I could already see the answer in her eyes.

"I am," she replied, lifting her gaze to meet mine directly. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and her cheeks bore the flush of desire and emotion. "I've thought about this, about you, every day we've been apart."

"Now?" The question came out rougher than I intended.

She nodded without hesitation, and I could see the determination in every line of her face.

"And here?" I gestured around us at the confines of the carriage.

Her smile returned, soft and knowing, as her hand moved to rest against the bulge in my pants. "Rion will take us somewhere private," she said, referring to her driver with casual confidence. "But until then..." Her touch was light and teasing. "Let's feel each other."

I caught her slender wrist tugging her toward me with a smile that made her blush already. "Come here."

The way she let herself be guided—like she had been waiting for me to take her hand—was intoxicating. She settled onto my lap, her weight pressing down into me, her skirt shifting so that the warmth of her thighs spread against mine. I kissed her lips softly at first, a tease, then traced down to her chin, my mouth gliding lower to the smooth column of her throat. Her perfume mingled with the natural heat of her skin, sweet and faintly floral, and I inhaled greedily, like I could drink her essence.

"Haa…" she tilted her head to the side, eyes fluttering as my tongue brushed along her neck, lingering at her pulse where I felt her heartbeat flutter quick and nervous. Her hand gripped my shoulder, nails pressing lightly through the fabric, every shiver in her body answering to the pressure of my mouth.

Her blazer had been discarded, leaving her in the crisp white of the academy shirt, the first few buttons undone—deliberately undone—to hint at the tender curve of her breasts, the shadow of cleavage drawing my gaze like gravity itself.

"They've grown, haven't they?" I murmured, smirking against her skin.

She gave me a coy look, a playful glint hiding in her eyes. "You noticed?"

"How could I not? You've been pressing them against me since we were kids," I teased, cupping the edge of her shirt as though I might tug it wider, just to prove my point.

Her blush deepened, but she didn't look away. "I thought you liked Isabella's breasts. You were always staring."

Her words hit me with a spark of surprise. My eyes widened slightly—she had noticed me looking at my mom's breasts?

She had been watching me all along?

"You watched me that much?" I asked.

"I did," she confessed with a shy nod, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for her shirt again, unbuttoning one button, then another, deliberately slow.

My breath shortened, chest rising faster with each slip of white fabric falling open. My cock stiffened under her even before her shirt slid wide enough to reveal the soft swell beneath. A white bra cupped her breasts, holding them in place, her nipples barely visible through the thin fabric, making me throb with impatience.

I leaned in instantly, pressing my lips to the exposed cleavage, trailing kisses into the valley, savoring the warmth of her chest against my mouth.

"Nnnhh… Haaah… Haroooold…" She gasped, my name spilling out between broken moans, her fingers tangling into my hair and tugging me closer. I kneaded her breasts through the bra, feeling her body arch to meet my touch. She smelled divine—sweet shampoo, faint perfume, the heated musk of her skin.

I wanted to tear away that bra and feast on her completely, but she caught my cheeks in her hands, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes glimmered with mischief even through her blush. "Not here. You'll see them properly when we're in a private place."

I sighed, my cock pulsing hard against her thighs. "How long?"

She only giggled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to my lips before pulling back just enough to grind herself against me, the pressure of her body sliding over the thick bulge straining my pants.

"Not long," she whispered, rubbing again, making me groan. Then she slipped off my lap, her knees sinking onto the floor before me. The sight of her kneeling there made my breath hitch, desire spiking sharp.

Her fingers, delicate and trembling, reached for my belt, then tugged down my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and angry, the sudden release making her gasp aloud.

"I…it's… bigger," she whispered, eyes wide.

"How do you know it's gotten bigger?" I asked suspiciously, narrowing my gaze even as lust burned hot inside me.

Her lips curved into a sly smirk. "Secret."

Then her hand lifted, fingers wrapping gingerly around the thick shaft. Her touch was tentative as if afraid she might break me.

"You know how to do it?" I asked.

"A bit… but it's my first time," she admitted, eyes darting between my cock and my face.

"Then start by stroking it slowly," I guided her.

She nodded, blushing furiously, and began to slide her hand up and down. The sensation made me grunt, hips jerking against her grasp. Her soft palm against my hot, rigid flesh was intoxicating, every stroke dragging precum from the swollen tip.

When a bead of white liquid welled at the head, she froze, swallowing nervously.

"Lick it," I instructed, brushing her cheek with my hand to soothe her hesitation.

"L…lick?" Her voice trembled.

"Yes. It's for you," I whispered, thumb tracing her skin.

Her breath shook, but she nodded and lowered her head. Her pink tongue peeked out, delicate and wet, sliding over the glossy bead at the crown. "Mmmh… it tastes… unique," she said softly, the vibration of her voice against me making my cock twitch.

"You'll grow to like it," I promised, grinning down at her.

Her blush deepened, her lashes lowering as she continued to stroke me while lapping cautiously at the tip, tasting more, exploring me with timid flicks of her tongue.

"Sluuurp~~sluuurp~~~sluuurp~~"

Her hand tightened slightly around the base, the rhythm of her strokes growing steadier, and every movement sent a shiver of pleasure rippling through me.

"Yeah… just like that, Rumia…" I groaned, hips rolling up into her touch, cock throbbing in her grip as she grew bolder, her mouth and hand working in tandem, her inexperience making every clumsy stroke even more erotic.

"Sluuurp~~Mmmhh… Harold…" She whispered against the swollen head of my cock, tongue flicking shyly over the tip as another drop of precum welled up. She licked it quickly, nervously, then pulled back with a little gasp when the carriage jolted over a stone, her lips brushing me by accident.

I hissed at the contact, hand sliding into her hair. "Careful… and lick better, slower, like you mean it."

She nodded, swallowing her embarrassment, and then bent forward again. Her tongue dragged flat along the underside of my cock, slow this time, tracing the thick vein as though she were tasting me inch by inch. "Mmh… salty… warm…" She murmured, voice husky with curiosity.

"That's it," I encouraged, my fingers tightening in her blond hair, guiding her motions. The rocking of the carriage gave her body a rhythm to follow, every bump making her lips press harder into me, every sway causing her strokes to falter in delicious, clumsy ways.

Her lips pressed against the head again, kissing it softly. Then she opened her mouth wider and let the tip slip past her lips.

"Ha—fuck," I groaned, hips jerking as the heat of her mouth closed around me. She froze, startled by the sudden motion, and looked up at me with wide eyes, her lips stretched around my cock. The sight nearly undid me.

"Don't stop," I breathed, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "Take it… slowly. Let your tongue move while it's inside."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed her nerves, then she began to lower her head, her mouth stretching to take me deeper. Her tongue lapped against the underside, shy and clumsy but wet and eager, sending shivers racing up my spine.

"Ngghhh… haaah…" She whimpered softly around me, the sound vibrating through my shaft. The carriage hit another bump and she slid lower accidentally, gagging briefly, her throat convulsing around the head before she pulled back with a wet gasp.

"C…careful," she panted, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Strings of saliva clung from her mouth to my cock, glistening in the dim light of the carriage.

I smirked, stroking her hair back from her flushed face. "You'll get used to it. Try again—go slower this time, let yourself feel it, taste me."

She nodded and leaned down again. Her lips sealed around me, tighter, and she bobbed her head gently, her hand stroking the base in time with the carriage's swaying rhythm. Each time she pulled back her tongue swirled around the head, lapping at the leaking precum before sinking me back into her mouth.

"Yesss… fuck, just like that," I groaned, hips rolling forward to meet her. The sight of her kneeling between my legs in the rocking carriage, hair neat, lips stretched, drool beginning to drip from the corner of her mouth, was almost too much.

"Gluuuurp~~sluuuurp~~~Hmmhhh… mmmnnnhh…" She moaned faintly around me, the sound muffled but hot, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to take me deeper, inch by inch, swallowing carefully around my thickness. Every wet suck, every gagging choke when she went too far, only made me harder, my cock throbbing inside her mouth.

The carriage creaked, wheels clattering, the motion rocking her onto me further, forcing her to take me deeper than she intended. Her blue eyes shot open, watering as the tip hit the back of her throat.

"Ghhkkhh—!" She gagged, then pulled back with a wet slurp, a strand of saliva snapping between her lips and my cock. She panted hard, chest rising beneath her half-open shirt, her bra slipping lower with each movement.

I grinned down at her, brushing her lips with my thumb, smearing her spit across them. "You're doing so good… you'll learn fast. Now… take me again. Just a little deeper this time."

She blushed furiously, but nodded, her tongue flicking out to lap at me before sinking her lips down once more. This time she relaxed more, her throat softening as she pushed herself further, taking me past her lips, past her tongue, until the head nudged against her throat again.

"Guurgh~nghh~" She gagged softly but stayed there, drooling around me, her moans vibrating against my cock.

The rocking of the carriage became our rhythm, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the small space, mixing with her breathless moans and my grunts of pleasure.