Lisa pouted, wanting to argue her point, but Charles suddenly said, "Well, since I have some free time tonight, Lisa, let me tell you a story."
Lisa’s eyes lit up, her earlier complaints forgotten. "Okay!"
Charles hugged her, gently patting her back, and began, "In a very distant world, there was a Great Emperor who, to bring happiness back to the suffering empire, stole the Evil God’s power and created twenty strong sons..."
He slowly narrated the story, adapting it from his past life into a tale a child could understand. Lisa’s eyes sparkled, even Malena, despite her reserve, couldn’t help but listen intently. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"...and so, the Regent and his elf wife held a grand wedding in the Second Empire, living happily ever after."
As the story concluded, he lightly caressed Lisa’s head. "There, the story’s done."
But Lisa wasn’t satisfied. "Did they do shameless things in the end?"
Malena, who had just finished nursing Elise, interrupted, "Lisa, you have school tomorrow. It’s time for bed."
Lisa pouted but eventually relented. Charles soothed her, "I’ll come back and tell you more stories, okay?"
The little girl’s face lit up. "Okay!"
She hopped down from his lap, put on her brown bear slippers, and waddled to her room. Charles watched her leave, noting her small frame.
"Does she not sleep with you?" he asked.
Malena smiled faintly. "Lisa has become more independent since awakening to her bloodline. She insisted on sleeping alone last week."
Charles nodded understandingly. "It’s common for children to seek independence as they grow."
Malena stood, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Well, Priest, shall we begin?"
Charles turned, and Malena immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him toward her room. "Let’s go."
They entered the bedroom, and Malena closed the door behind them. "Priest, we can start now that Lisa is asleep."
Charles hesitated for a moment. "Let’s wait until she’s truly asleep."
Malena leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "It won’t be a problem. She sleeps quickly."
"Let’s begin," Charles agreed, and they moved to the bed.
Earlier, while telling a story to Lisa, Malena had already been burning with desire. But with her daughter present, she had no choice but to maintain a dignified and solemn facade. Now that Lisa was gone, she could no longer hold back. She tore away the veil of restraint, revealing her true, ravenous nature.
Charles tilted his head slightly, and Malena immediately pressed her lips to his. His hands slid beneath her clothes, first exploring her soft waist before descending to knead her plump yet firm hips. He rose from the chair, and since Malena was slightly shorter, their kiss became a dance of him bending down while she arched up.
Malena wrapped her arms around his waist, pushing him backward. Charles offered no resistance, allowing her to guide him into the bedroom.
Their lips parted, both panting heavily before collapsing onto the bed. Charles kicked off his shoes, his hands continuing their exploration beneath her pajamas. Since she had just bathed, Malena wore nothing underneath, saving him the trouble of undressing her further. He could indulge freely.
His hands climbed to her full, heaving breasts, kneading gently until he felt droplets of moisture seep from her nipples.
His voice was laced with surprise. "You’re still producing milk?"
Malena’s cheeks flushed. "Of course. A newborn infant girl can’t drink much."
Charles chuckled. "Then leave it to me."
With that, he pulled his hands free and unbuttoned her pajamas, exposing her ample breasts. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.
A soft moan escaped Malena’s throat as her hands tangled in Charles’s hair, cradling him like a nursing infant. Earlier, while feeding Elise, she had felt the little girl’s tongue flicking against her nipples, stoking her desire to unbearable heights. But with Lisa nearby, she had forced herself to endure. Now, with her daughter asleep, she could finally surrender.
She closed her eyes, shutting out the world, focusing solely on the exquisite sensations radiating from her breasts. Her lower body was already drenched.
After savoring this pleasure for a while, Charles switched to her other breast. Realizing she had left him waiting, Malena reached down and unfastened his clothing, freeing his thick, erect cock.
Though she had seen, tasted, and experienced it before, as a noblewoman raised with strict decorum, the sight of his veined dick still made her heart race and her cheeks burn.
But hesitation was fleeting. Her delicate hands wrapped around the throbbing shaft, her palm covering the glans as she began to stroke and knead. The more she caressed him, the hotter her desire grew, her throat parched with thirst. When Charles finished draining her other breast, she couldn’t wait any longer. She lowered her head and took the massive length into her mouth.
Charles exhaled sharply, looking down to see Malena’s eyes shut tight as she worked her lips and tongue along his shaft. No matter how hard she tried, she could only take half of him—her body lacked the supernatural flexibility of a witch. Charles cupped her breasts, kneading gently, but unlike with Nidalee, he didn’t force her tongue deeper into her throat. Instead, he enjoyed the rhythm of her small mouth sucking and her tongue lapping.
Soon, Malena could bear it no longer. She released his cock and stood up. Charles expected her to climb onto the bed and present her rounded hips, but instead, she took a half-step back and said, "Today, let’s try a new position."
With that, she pressed her back against the wall, lifted one leg effortlessly into a full split—her dancer’s flexibility still impeccable even now. The thin pajamas she wore (and nothing beneath) did little to hide her arousal; her hairless pussy glistened, the fleshy lips already swollen and parted.
"Now, Priest," she gasped, cheeks flushed crimson. The boldness of her own actions sent heat pooling between her thighs. "I can’t... hold this much longer."
Charles blinked, then grinned. He closed the distance, hands gripping her waist as his veined dick aligned with her dripping slit. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sheathed himself fully into her clutching warmth, her vaginal walls fluttering around him like a vice.
A shared moan tore from their throats. The pleasure was instant, overwhelming—a white-hot current that drowned out all else. Malena’s head fell back, her beautiful legs trembling as she locked them around his hips. Her arms, pale as moonlight, wound around his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss.
Charles groaned into her mouth. The pressure was unreal; her honey pot squeezed him with every trained muscle, a sensation only a dancer’s body could provide. "God, Malena," he rasped, hips snapping forward. "You’re incredible."
She met each thrust with a roll of her hips, her clit rubbing against his pelvis. "Faster," she begged, nails scoring his shoulders. "I’m—ah!—close already..."
He obliged, pounding into her with the force of a pile driver. The wall creaked behind them as their bodies slapped together, her breasts bouncing with every movement. When her orgasm hit, her vaginal walls clenched like a fist, milking his cock until his release followed—a flood of cum filling her cervix as she shuddered through aftershocks.
They collapsed to the floor, then the bed, never parting. By the time Charles spilled into her a second time—bareback creampie painting her inner thighs—Malena was a boneless heap, her slit slick and swollen.
Exhausted, she lay sprawled across his chest, her breath warm against his skin. Charles traced idle circles on her back, but his mind drifted to darker things. "Your family," he murmured. "They were framed?"
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