Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 169 The Baron

"U…uhn…"

Every room in the palace was bigger than Rhys's first apartment, and Lina and his room were not any different — if only they actually got to sleep well in it. On the very first night, they were barely in it because of all the complicated discussions Lina had with her cousins. And then on the second night, somebody attempted to take the royal family hostage.

They did not even properly get to sleep on the large bed that was probably the size of Rhys's dorm room back in his high school. But now, a few hours after they will be leaving the castle…

…Lina was currently on the verge of destroying the bed.

"Do you… like it, Sir?"

And although the bed was filled with horsehair and probably only the best materials were used to make the springs, Lina was still able to make the bed squeak as she practically danced on top of Rhys; her hips, moving without pause as she made sure all of Rhys fits inside her.

Her breaths stuttered each time as her tongue seemed to move on its own, almost as if it was trying to reduce the heat that was currently encapsulating her entire body. She arched her body back; her fingers, crawling toward her clit as she felt the electrifying jolt caressing and tickling her insides.

And as Lina began to touch herself, Rhys's hand also started brushing against her thigh, trailing up across the lines and the curve of her belly and causing Lina to let out a quiet moan as her entire body was incredibly sensitive to even her own breath.

Lina's body almost moved on its own from Rhys's touch; her fingers that rubbed her clit, becoming more erratic as she surrendered herself completely to the waves of pleasure coursing inside her.

"Uhn..." A low moan escaped her bitten lips as she threw her head back even more; tears, almost flowing from her eyes as she could not just quite explain the intense burn that was eating her gently from the inside - it felt like a fever, but a welcomed one.

"Oh, god... Sir," Lina's breath was almost trapped in her throat as she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her body, causing her fingers to jerk away from her clit as she climaxed. Her entire body trembled and convulsed with the intensity of the sensation, her toes curling and her muscles tensing until she was completely frozen from the heat.

And as she collapsed onto Rhys, her nipples brushed against his chest, sending another jolt of electricity through her body that made her shiver uncontrollably.

The feverish pleasure was not done with her, however, as Rhys slid out of her, she felt a gush flowing and literally bursting out from her.

"Oh... oh no, oh my god..." She could not help but bury her face on Rhys's chest, gasping for air and biting down hard to stifle her moans of pleasure. It felt like every part of her skin was on fire; her body, completely being controlled by Rhys.

She has never truly experienced such intense desire before, feeling like she's losing all control as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her... and out of her, "Did... did I just...?"

Lina seemed incredibly shocked as the sheets beneath them were not completely soaked; her face, incredibly flushed as she did not even seem to want to look at Rhys. "I... I thought that only happens in hentai. Oh... oh my god."

Lina covered her face and continued to bury herself in Rhys's chest. Rhys, however, could not help but let out a small chuckle as he had never really seen Lina shy away from anything before. And so, he lifted and sat himself up from the bed, carrying Lina with her on his lap.

"We... should get dressed," Rhys whispered to her ear, Lina, however, just shook her head before looking Rhys in the eyes.

"So..." Lina whispered back, "...Is my pussy better than my aunt's?"

"I..." This time, it was Rhys who found himself frozen by Lina's sudden question, "...Nothing really happened between us."

"But you wanted it, right...?" Lina's eyebrows started to lower as she glared at Rhys, "You always have an inclination for older women, not to mention Agatha's a Noble... and an actual princess."

"Lina, you-"

"I'm just kidding, Rhys," Lina stuck out her tongue as she giggled, "I'm not the type to get jealous; if anything, it makes me even hornier that other women lust over you but at the end of the day...

...I'm the only one who gets to swallow you whole."

"Hm..." Rhys squinted, "We... should get dressed."

"No..." And as Rhys was about to stand up and carry her up, Lina wrapped her arms around Rhys and lightly licked his ear,

"...More."

***

"Where the fuck are the two!?"

"Oh, I think that's them."

[Duke Liam and the Duchess Marietta of Genovia.]

"Nope, not them."

Lina and Rhys were wrong — they did not have that much time, or more specifically, they overspent their welcome in the bed to the point that Vicky and her other cousins had to go ahead of them. The travel was no problem at all, however, as they used their own jet to get to the main Royal Palace.

And like Prince Lance and Agatha's castle, the main Royal Palace was situated far and away from the city, with the main palace actually on top of a cliff that was reinforced with the same material they use to block Holes from being dug. The only real way to get there by land was to travel more than a day from the nearest city.

As expected of the lavish Royal Family, their banquet hall was filled with all sorts of gold and statues of the gods — their ceiling, adorned with a spherical orange chandelier that resembled Helios—no, the entire hall was probably imitating just that, the Underworld.

Everyone there was dressed well; each of their movements felt as if rehearsed as they smiled and greeted each other. The tables, filled with exuberant manners and etiquette…

…well, except for one.

"That fucking woman is really insufferable!" Vicky wanted to strangle her youngest brother, but Henry was wise to stay away from her — it wasn't only him, there was at least one seat gap from each of Vicky's sides at the table, "If only Adeleine was here, we could have gotten rid of her."

"Victoria, can you please stop it already?" Henry let out a small but very deep sigh; his glowing blue hair, shining a little weaker than the rest of his cousins — his bright blue eyes, however, more than made up for whatever nobility lacked from his face, "Dad has already made all of us sign an agreement on the plane."

"Fuck that agreement and shove it up my arse," Vicky grabbed the bottle of wine in front of her, "Have you guys already forgotten what she did to all of us!?"

"...I have," Henry scratched his chin.

"Well, Bernard hasn't!" Vicky pointed at Bernard, the middle male child, "He even had plastic surgery in Koryeo to fix his cleft lip."

"I…" Bernard, who was the quietest out of all the cousins, could not help but slightly look down as everyone at the table looked at him, "...We were children."

"We wer thildren," Vicky mocked Bernard by imitating the way he spoke when he was younger, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You shouldn't—"

"Vicky, enough," Daniel, who was closest to Vicky in age, could no longer endure Vicky's incessant nagging as he grabbed the bottle of wine from her hand before she could even drink from it, "Thinking about her only means that she won, it's not good for your mental health, or ours."

"You're fucking mental, all of you are," Vicky pointed at each of her cousins.

"And you're also embarrassing your father," Daniel then turned to look at the other table, where Prince Lance was seated with Annabeth, Agatha and her husband, and their other cousins, "The eldest child of the Crown Prince should not be this loud-mouthed."

"Child, your mother is embarrassing all of us just enough," Vicky still did not back down as she also glanced at Agatha, who just winked and waved her hand at them, "Didn't you hear she was shagging the Blackie when all of the shit went down?"

"Well…" A small smile slowly crawled on Daniel's face, "...Who wouldn't want to shag the Blackie?"

"We agree," Daniel's younger twin sisters both raised their hands at the same time.

"My god…" Vicky could really only rest her back as she heard her cousins' words, "...That's it, we're all just mental. When's the party going to start anyway? Where's Grandad?"

"King Edward, you will address him as King Edward," Daniel added, "He is—"

And before Daniel could finish his words, the large door of the banquet hall once again caught everyone's attention as it opened.

[Who…?]

They could hear the herald whispering through his mic, obviously confused just from his voice.

[Princess Linette and her fiance, Rhys, the… the Baron of Wessex!]

"Hu…what!?" Vicky could not help but stand up from her chair, slamming her palm on the table as soon as she heard the announcement, "Wessex… That… that was promised to me."

Vicky then quickly turned to look at her father, only to see that no one even noticed her causing noise as everyone at his table was just looking at the entrance of the banquet hall — and it wasn't only them, everyone in the hall had their eyes glued at the two people who were making their way on the red carpet.

Vicky looked too…

…only for her to almost fall back on her seat as she laid eyes on Rhys.