Volume 4 Chapter 59 Phallus of Darkness ② ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The ship creaked, its wooden bones groaning under the relentless push of the sea. Waves slapped against the breakwater outside, a steady rhythm that mingled with the humid air filtering through the cabin’s small window. Noon sunlight spilled in, catching the glint of Guria’s white miniskirt armor, the kind worn by the Lightning Knights, all sharp angles and shamelessly bold design. Her gold-brown bangs, neatly combed but with a few stray strands dancing free, framed her face as she tilted her head, her ribbon-tied ponytail swaying wildly. She was sprawled on the wooden floor of the private cabin, knees tucked under, her posture both warrior-like and oddly intimate.
Guria raised a chestnut eyebrow, her lips parting in a soft, “Huh…?” The question hung in the air, unanswered, as her gaze flicked upward to Kian, who sat on the edge of the bed, his expression caught somewhere between anticipation and nerves.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, not from embarrassment but from the heat of the moment, and she leaned forward, her hands pressing into the floorboards. The miniskirt rode up just enough to reveal the curve of her hips, the black underwear beneath peeking out—a standard issue for the Lightning Knights, unapologetically practical yet provocative.
She inhaled deeply, her nose brushing closer to Kian’s exposed p*, a gesture that was both curious and brazenly sensual. The sight of her, a princess-warrior in all her audacious glory, sent a jolt of desire through him, raw and undeniable.
”What’s wrong?” Kian’s voice was a mix of concern and impatience, his fingers twitching against the bedsheets.
”Um… well…” Guria’s voice trailed off, her tone playful yet hesitant, like she was teasing him with her uncertainty.
She shook her head, her ponytail bouncing, and her eyes darted back to his p****. Her sun-kissed hand, calloused from years of wielding a spear, reached out, fingers curling gently around his balls before tracing the length of his d***. The touch was deliberate, almost reverent, but her expression held a flicker of mischief.
The ship groaned again, a low, resonant sound that seemed to echo the tension in the room. Guria’s lips quirked, and she tilted her head again, her thick brows knitting in mock confusion. “Huh?”
”What’s wrong?” Kian repeated, a little more urgently this time.
”Mm, sorry,” she said, her voice light but not entirely apologetic. She leaned back slightly, her posture shifting to something more relaxed, though her eyes never left his p*. “You want me to hurry up and suck it? Guys don’t like waiting, right?”
Kian’s face flushed, but he managed a nod. “Yeah, uh, please.”
Guria gave a small, affirmative nod, her ponytail bobbing as she leaned forward again. Her lips brushed against his d***, tentative at first, then with growing confidence. She was a princess, yes, but also a warrior—her grip was firm, her movements precise, like she was wielding a weapon she’d mastered long ago. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the underside of his p****, and Kian’s breath hitched. A faint sheen of saliva glistened on her lips as she pulled back, her fingers still wrapped around him, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that was just shy of satisfying. It was maddening, exquisite, and entirely intentional.
She glanced up at him, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge. “I guess this is cheating, huh? But is it okay?”
Kian blinked, caught off guard. “You’re asking now? Seriously, Guria, you’re—”
”No, because…” She cut him off, her voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. “Noble girls, you know, their youth starts after marriage. Having kids with their husbands is duty, but they get to have their fun on the side. Or so I’ve heard.”
Kian’s brows furrowed. “But you said I wasn’t… you know, that into it.”
”I’m getting there,” she shot back, her lips curling into a grin. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his d* again. “Not like it’s a big deal. How many guys get to mess around with a princess, huh? Oh, wait—” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Kian, have you ever hooked up with Princess Maribel?”
”What? No way!” he sputtered, his face reddening further. “I’m just a lowly adventurer, come on!”
”So, I’m your first princess, then?” Guria’s voice was smug, her fingers tightening slightly around his p* as she leaned in closer, her tongue swirling around the tip. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of genuine excitement, and her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her lips sealing around him.
Kian’s breath caught, his hips shifting involuntarily. “You’re… uh, saying weird stuff.”
Guria pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “Weird? Ever since I used the Scepter of Domination, I’ve been, like, super into bulls or something. I’m soaked right now. Maybe I’m just a total perv. You’re kinda like a bull, Kian…?”
”What are you even talking about?” he managed, his voice strained.
She laughed, a bitter-sweet sound, and shook her head. “I’m just saying, maybe my thing for Asterios isn’t the only reason I’m into this. Whatever.” Her tone was dismissive, but her eyes locked onto his, intense and unyielding, as she resumed her task. Her lips closed around his d* again, her tongue working with a fervor that made his hips buck. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the cabin, mingling with the creak of the ship and the distant crash of waves.
Guria’s movements grew more confident, her tongue sweeping around the head of his p*, coaxing a bead of precum that she lapped up with a satisfied hum. Her lips, painted with a faint sheen of lipstick, pressed tightly against him, her tongue sliding out to tease the sensitive underside. She deepened her suction, her cheeks hollowing further, and Kian’s hips jerked in response, a low groan escaping his throat.
”Feels good?” she murmured, her voice muffled but teasing.
”Yeah,” he gasped, his hands gripping the bedsheets. “Really good.”
”Wanna finish once?” she asked, pulling back to catch her breath. “But if you do, you won’t get hard again for a bit, right?”
”I wanna finish!” Kian blurted, then caught himself, his face burning. “I mean, I want it to feel good first, then… we’ll see.”
”Got it,” Guria said with a sly grin. She sighed softly, then dove back in, her cheeks hollowing as she took him to the root. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of heat and pressure that made Kian’s head spin.
”Whoa… it’s like I’m melting,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Guria giggled, her lips still wrapped around him. Her usual somber demeanor was gone, replaced by a radiant, almost mischievous smile. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her lips tightening as she began to move her head in earnest. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive tip, each rough stroke sending a jolt through Kian’s body. The ship’s creaking seemed to fade, drowned out by the rhythmic sounds of her mouth and the soft thump of his hips against the bed.
With a deft movement, Guria’s hands reached for the straps of her armor, unbuckling them with a sharp click. The chestplate fell away, revealing the black underwear beneath—standard for the Lightning Knights, practical yet undeniably provocative. Kian’s eyes widened as the fabric shifted, exposing the curve of her chest, her skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. The miniskirt still clung to her hips, barely covering her thighs, and the sight of her, half-armored and half-exposed, was more intoxicating than anything he’d imagined.
”Your… uh, stuff’s coming out,” Kian said, his voice hoarse. “Feels good?”
Guria’s eyes flicked up to meet his, a playful glint in them. “Yeah, but you can be rougher, you know. Go harder.”
”Like this?” he asked, his hand brushing against her thigh as he leaned closer.
She nodded, her right hand sliding from the base of his p* to the tip in a smooth, undulating motion. The precum slicked her fingers, easing the friction, and the sensation was electric, making Kian’s hips lift off the bed. Guria watched his face intently, her lips curling into a sly smile as she pinched the tip with her fingertips, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
”Cute,” she teased, then took him into her mouth again, her tongue delving deeper, teasing out more precum. Her hips shifted slightly, her body responding to the moment, and she let out a soft hum of pleasure. The scent of her arousal, sharp and musky, filled the air, mingling with the salty tang of the sea outside.
Her lips worked faster now, the wet sounds growing louder—slap, slap, slap—as she moved with a rhythm that matched the ship’s swaying. Kian’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, his body tensing as the pressure built. Guria’s cheeks puffed out briefly, like a squirrel hoarding a prize, before flushing a deep red. She swallowed, her throat working to take in the thick, warm liquid, her eyes never leaving his.
When it was over, she pulled back, her lips parting with a soft gasp. The scent of him lingered on her breath as she licked her lips, cleaning the last traces with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. The act was almost ceremonial, a final flourish that left Kian trembling.
”Gods… I’m way too worked up,” she said, laughing softly as she ran her fingers along his glistening p*. “Wanna go all the way? Or I could just let Lord Asterios sweep me up instead.”
”No way,” Kian said, his voice firm despite the flush on his face. “I’m not letting anyone else have you.”
Guria’s laugh was bright, almost musical. “Oh, really?” she said, kicking off her boots and climbing onto the bed beside him. She stretched out, lying back with her arms and legs relaxed, though her thighs pressed together slightly, a hint of nervous instinct.
Her black underwear loosened, revealing a glimpse of cleavage—not as voluptuous as Sarah or Ariona, perhaps, but full and enticing in its own right. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the bell-shaped curve of her breasts swaying gently, the slight wideness at the base accentuating her ribs in a way that was both vulnerable and captivating.
Kian kicked off his sandals and joined her, his fingers brushing against her sweat-dampened knees before trailing up to her full thighs. The touch was slow, almost reverent, and Guria’s breath hitched.
”You touch me… kinda like Asterios does,” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing.
”Really?” Kian said, his hand pausing. “I wasn’t even thinking about him.”
”Yeah, it’s the same,” she said, her eyes half-lidded. “He spreads his palm, like he’s tasting my skin… Oh, yeah, that feels good.”
Their thighs brushed together, the friction warm and intimate. The curve of Guria’s hips was stark against the white miniskirt, the fabric dipping slightly into the hollow of her inner thighs. Kian’s gaze lingered, captivated by the way her muscles shifted beneath the cloth.
”Hey,” Guria said, her cheeks flushing deeper as she caught his stare. “Something’s up with my skirt. Wanna check it out?”
Her heartbeat was almost audible, a rapid thud that betrayed her excitement. Her fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the black underwear beneath, now darkened at the crotch with a faint sheen of moisture. The air carried a fresh, watery scent, tinged with something primal that made Kian’s head spin.
He followed her lead, his hands settling on her toned waist, pulling the black fabric aside. Guria lifted her hips, her legs twisting in a slow, seductive dance that made his p* throb almost painfully. “Underneath,” she said, her voice low, “I’m wearing beastman panties.”
She raised her right leg, slipping it free from the black underwear, leaving it tangled around her left knee. The white lace of her beastman thong came into view, clinging to her skin and revealing the shadow of dense hair beneath. The sight was intoxicating, and Kian leaned closer, his nose brushing against the fabric of her skirt, inhaling the clean, musky scent of her arousal—a fragrance he’d come to know well.
”Smells like… a pig,” he muttered, half-joking.
Guria laughed, a playful huff. “Don’t rub your cheek against mine, you weirdo!”
Ignoring her, Kian pressed his lips to the soft skin of her inner thigh, the taste of her sending a shiver through him. Guria let out a soft squeal, her body trembling with excitement, and her legs parted further, inviting him closer. The faint tremor in her thighs betrayed a lingering shyness, but her eagerness overpowered it, her hips lifting slightly as she whispered, “Hey… I want you to lick me, okay?”
Kian didn’t need to be told twice. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as his lips brushed against the damp lace of her thong. The silky texture was soft against his tongue, her scent overwhelming his senses. He tugged the fabric aside, his nose brushing through the gold-brown curls of her hair, the slick warmth of her skin clinging to his lips. His tongue traced the wet center, lapping at the liquid that pooled there, and Guria let out a satisfied sigh, her thighs tightening around his face.
”Oh… yeah… ♡ That’s good… ♡ Keep going… ♡ Slide your tongue… inside… ♡”
Her voice was a soft, needy plea, her legs trembling as they pressed against his cheeks. The scent of her filled the air, trapped beneath the canopy of her skirt, and Kian lost himself in the rhythm of her gasps, his tongue delving deeper as her hips rocked against him.
Her thighs clamped around him, trembling with each deliberate stroke, her breath hitching as he teased the sensitive bud of her c* with the tip of his nose. Guria’s voice, low and ragged, broke the humid air of the cabin. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come! I’m coming…!”
A soft shudder rippled through her, a delicate climax that sent a flood of thick, sweet nectar spilling against Kian’s tongue. Her thighs tightened, pinning his face against her, forcing him to breathe through the damp curls of her hair. The musky scent overwhelmed him, a heady mix of her arousal and the salty tang of the sea outside. Guria’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she caught her breath.
”Your… licking’s a lot like Asterios,” she murmured, her voice dreamy but teasing.
”Really?” Kian mumbled, his face still pressed against her. “I was just… doing what felt right.”
”Mm, guess so,” she said, a faint laugh in her tone. “Probably just my imagination.”
Her fingers ruffled his hair playfully, then slid away as she relaxed her grip. Her thighs parted, forming an inviting “M” shape, her beastman thong pushed aside to reveal her glistening core, flushed and ready. The sight was almost too much, a silent plea that sent a jolt through Kian’s body.
”I want you inside,” he said, his voice thick with need.
”Okay,” Guria replied, her tone soft but eager. “Come on, then.”
Kian’s hands gripped her toned waist, his p* brushing against her slick entrance. Guria’s breath quickened, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he pressed forward. With a smooth, almost effortless motion, he slid inside, her warmth enveloping him completely. Her walls were tight, slick with arousal, and the textured ridges within her seemed to caress every inch of his d*, urging him deeper. The pressure was intense, squeezing his swollen tip, making it nearly impossible to pull back.
Inside her, the intricate folds felt like they could snap his resolve, urging him toward release. Guria’s forehead glistened with sweat, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she bared her teeth in a grin. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers intertwining with his in a lover’s embrace.
”This is… insane,” she gasped, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’m so turned on. I swear, I want your kids, Kian. Am I crazy? I mean, I’m looking at you, but maybe I’m thinking of Asterios, my husband?”
”No way,” Kian said, his voice firm despite the heat in his face. “I’m Kian.”
”Yeah, that’s fine,” she said, her tone airy but playful. “I don’t know why, but whatever.”
”Whatever,” he echoed, a grin tugging at his lips. “Can I move now?”
”Go for it,” she said, her fingers brushing lightly over the back of his hand. Her voice softened, almost shy. “I want you to play with me.”
Kian leaned forward, his body hovering over hers as he began to move. He pulled back slightly, then thrust deeper, his hips finding a rhythm that pressed against the sensitive spot deep inside her. Guria’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around his as a wave of pleasure rippled through her. Even the simple touch of their hands seemed to spark something electric.
”Oh♡ God♡ I’m way more turned on than before♡♡,” she gasped, her voice breaking with each thrust.
”How’s it compare to Asterios?” Kian asked, half-curious, half-teasing.
Guria’s lipstick-smeared lips curved into a crescent moon, her brown eyes glinting with a sadistic spark. “Curious, huh?”
He thrust harder, pressing himself as deep as he could, the pressure against her c* making her squeal sharply. “Oh♡ Oh♡ Haha♡ Haha♡ Hehe… I can’t say♡,” she gasped, her voice a mix of laughter and need.
”Tell me,” Kian pressed, his tone insistent. “Who’s better, Asterios or me?”
”I could say, but I don’t wanna shout it,” she teased, her eyes gleaming. “Can you just… collapse here?”
Kian let go of her hands, collapsing onto her, his body pressed against her full chest. The sweet scent of sweat and perfume enveloped him as Guria’s arms wrapped around him, her fingers stroking the back of his head. Her breath was warm against his ear. “Looks like a tie,” she whispered.
Normally, Kian might’ve bristled, eager to prove himself, but her words felt right. He stayed calm, his hand sliding to the back of her ponytail, pressing her closer. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, the missionary position making the bed creak with each thrust. The sound of their bodies—slap, slap, slap—mingled with Guria’s soft gasps. “Mm… Mm♡ Ha♡ Mm♡ Pfft♡”
Their lips met, tongues tangling as they exchanged saliva, her face dazed with pleasure. Kian’s tongue teased hers, dripping warmth into her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly. Guria’s legs wrapped around his waist, her walls pulsing around him, writhing with each movement. The cabin was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked in a heated gaze. Guria’s tongue flicked out, licking his lips with a playful hum.
”Ha♡ This is bad♡ I’m gonna come, I’m so close!” she gasped.
”That’s your weak spot, right?” Kian murmured, angling his hips to press his p* against her c*, targeting the sensitive spot on the back wall of her core. Guria shook her head wildly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
”How… how’d you know? I’ve never done it like this♡ Mm♡ Ha♡ Hah♡ Mm♡ Mm~ I’m gonna♡ I’m♡ I—came♡!”
A flood of warmth surged around him, her body trembling as he held still, buried deep. He pressed against her c*, intensifying the sensation as he kissed her deeply, their tongues melting together. Guria’s brown eyes widened, then softened, her breath hitching as she surrendered to the moment. Her hips arched, shuddering violently, and the cabin echoed with the wet, rhythmic sounds—bubble, slap, slap!—of their union.
”Ha♡ Ah… Ah♡ Feels so good…♡ Oh♡,” she sighed, her tongue tracing his lips, leaving a trail of saliva. Even as he lifted her, kissing her face-to-face, she kept moving her hips, her erratic thrusts squeezing his p* with relentless fervor.
”Hey, Kian?” she murmured, her voice soft but urgent.
”What?” he panted, caught off guard.
”My husband… he’s awake.”
”That’s ridiculous,” Kian said, his voice tight. “He’s just asleep.”
”No, he’s awake,” she insisted, her tone serious. “We’re connected through the Damnaman, so he knows. If we leave him alone, he’ll come here.”
Kian’s mind raced. Asterios was him—or rather, he was pretending to be Asterios—but he couldn’t deny Guria’s words. The setup demanded he play the clueless adventurer, and if he didn’t act on her warning, it’d break character. “That’s… a problem,” he said, his voice low. “I might get caught cheating.”
”I’ll be right back,” Guria said, her tone brisk. “I’ll clean up and head to the basement of the trading post. Sorry, I’m in a rush.”
”No, wait—” Kian started, but she was already moving.
(I’ll go to the trading post and tell Asterios… No, I’d better lie and say he’s still asleep.)
His mind scrambled, still foggy from the intensity of their encounter. Talia, thankfully, wasn’t peeking this time, so she didn’t chime in with her usual suggestions. “Fine,” he said, forcing clarity. “You clean up and come back. I’ll head to the trading post and stall.”
He’d report that Asterios was still asleep, banking on Guria’s naivety to buy it. Kian pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, untangled himself, and slipped out of the captain’s cabin onto the deck.
The white sunlight seared his skin as he stepped outside. Activating his “Domain” spell, Kian leaped to the trading post in a single bound, landing before the stone structure. For appearances, he strode toward the basement, then turned to leave.
But then—Guria’s magic aura surged, crackling like lightning as she approached.
”What? You’re not over the afterglow yet?” he muttered, stunned.
A sharp knock echoed from the door. “Lord Asterios!? My husband!? Are you there? It’s Guria Zelda!”
Kian froze. “…”
He cloaked himself in an invisibility spell, masking his magical signature. (Oh, crap, crap!) Ariona’s barrier around the trading post made it nearly impossible to detect anything inside, but one step outside, and he’d be exposed. Asterios wouldn’t—or couldn’t?—use invisibility, and there was no way he’d escape the notice of Guria, himself, or the Lightning Knights stationed on the beach outside.
If Guria realized Asterios wasn’t in the trading post, she’d assume he’d vanished. Under the Scepter of Domination’s influence, her devotion to Asterios would spark a frenzy. She’d rally the Lightning Knights, turning Crete into chaos.
”Hey! Lord Asterios? You’re awake, right? Hey!” Guria’s voice grew sharper.
Kian’s heart pounded. (What now? Stick to the plan and say he’s asleep? No, that won’t work. She’s shouting from this far—if Asterios was here, he’d show himself. One look through the door, and she’d know his magical signature’s gone.)
”Lord Asterios? Are you okay, my lord?” Her tone shifted, laced with genuine worry.
She’d forgotten her intimacy with Kian, her heart now wholly with Asterios. If this was “cuckolding,” it stung, but sorting out the mess took priority. Sensing her about to barge in, Kian muttered, “Screw it,” and transformed into Asterios. His shirt and pants tore to shreds.
He tried to burn them with magic, but the door swung open before he could.
”Lord Asterios,” Guria said, her voice soft but firm.
”Y-Yes, Guria,” Kian stammered, hiding the torn clothes behind his back, raising his right hand awkwardly.
Guria didn’t even comment on his nakedness, her heavy steps echoing as she entered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “…”
(Oh, crap!) Kian’s mind screamed.
”Greetings, Lord Asterios,” she said, her voice trembling. “Where’s Lord Kian?”
”Don’t mention another man’s name when I’m here!” he barked, trying to channel Asterios’s authority.
”Whose clothes are you hiding?” she asked, her tone flat.
”…”
Guria stepped closer, her expression unreadable. Kian flinched, her speed too fast to dodge.
”Does this fine p* smell like me?” she asked, her voice cold.
”…I haven’t washed since last time,” he mumbled.
”You’re soaked, like you just had sex,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
”…”
Kian had thought Guria was a naive princess, trusting to a fault. He’d underestimated her.
Her arms crossed beneath her mound, lifting her black underwear slightly as she flared her nostrils, staring him down. “If I’d gone straight to the trading post, the scent would’ve given me away, so rushing in unprepared… that’s not like Lord Kian, is it?”
”No… I’m, uh, Asterios,” he stammered.
”Kian, I’m done,” she said, her voice sharp. “If you mess with me again, I’ll be pissed. I’ll tell the guards outside, ‘Lord Kian’s pretending to be Asterios,’ and raise hell.”
”…”
This was unreal. Kian’s mind reeled, but he had no choice—he had to head to the Western Church. He rolled his eyes, and Guria sighed, like she was scolding a foolish child.
”Tell me the truth,” she said, pointing to a sofa in the corner. “If you don’t lie, I won’t call the guards. So, sit there and relax.”
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