As a reincarnated person shouldn’t he have some kind of cheat?
That was the question original Lucian had when he awoke as Prince Lucian, but even after trying several tricks he didn’t receive any response could only reluctantly put away these thoughts aside, but when he saw the Empress for the first time he had this strange feeling like he must to conquer her, and it would change his fate.
However, circumstances didn’t allow him to do what he wanted at that time.
But it was different now, with Isabella now leaving the Empire to an unfamiliar place, it gave Lucian the perfect opportunity to get close to the Empress.
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Few hours before,
Lying on the bed, Lucian turned to Isabella, “Wouldn’t you miss your mother?”
Isabella looked down, her expression heavy with sadness, “Of course I would. But she refused to come with me.”
“Do you want my help?” he offered, his tone “sincere”.
She narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping in, “Are you genuinely willing to help me, or have you also set your eyes on my mother after you’ve had your fill of me?”
Lucian smirked, the corner of his lips curling upward. He replied straightforwardly, “Wouldn’t it be better to have both of you as my women?”
Isabella fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
“Tell me,” he pressed, as he abruptly enter Isabella’s c*nt. Enjoy more content from freewebnovel
THRUUUUST—!
Aaaaahhhhhnnnn—!
Not having any juices to lubricate her hole, Lucian’s sudden penetration make her p*ssy feel like burning as Lucian hot d!ck began to rub her dry inner walls.
“Tell me, does she have any weakness?”
Squelch~ thrust~ Squelch~ thrust~
“She… ahh… has…”
…
In the Empress’s Palace,
The ancient oak tree stood sentinel over the scene, its gnarled branches reaching out like protective arms.
Its green leaves, swayed gently in the breeze, casting dancing shadows on the ground below.
Occasionally, a leaf would break free, spiraling down in a lazy dance before coming to rest on the tranquil surface of the lake.
The artificial lake itself seemed alive, its crystal-clear waters moving in gentle ripples that caught the sunlight, creating a dazzling display of liquid diamonds.
The red carps, their scales gleaming like polished rubies, darted beneath the surface, their movements causing small waves to lap against the shore with a soft, rhythmic sound.
Beneath the oak’s protective canopy sat the Empress, her ethereal beauty untouched by the passage of time, her azure gown pooling around her like a tranquil lagoon.
Her blue hair, adorned with delicate silver pins, cascaded down her back in gentle waves, catching the sunlight that filtered through the oak’s leaves, while deep blue eyes gazed tenderly upon Lucian.
In a graceful way, she reached out her other hand, enveloping Lucian’s hand in both of hers.
Her touch was gentle, yet firm, like the roots of the ancient oak that anchored them to this moment.
Their clothes swayed gently in the breeze, the fine fabrics rustling softly.
Lucian marveled at the softness of the Empress’s hands, their touch as delicate as the finest silk, the warmth spread through him at her tender gesture, making his d!ck hard.
His eyes wandered over her face, taking in every bit of her beauty.
To Lucian, the Empress was the most stunning woman he’d laid eyes on.
Her waist was narrow, her boobs were so big that her gown couldn’t fully contain them, and her lips the color of fresh cherries. The smell she carried was strong, even richer than Isabella’s.
She was a perfect example of a Milf.
And as he’d been talking to her all this time, Lucian noticed something strange about her — her tongue was split right down the middle, almost like she had two tongues instead of one!
Lucian couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, wondering how her soft hands would feel wrapped around his dick, or what it might be like if she took his d!ck in her mouth, and used that “special tongue” to lick his c*ck.
The thought sent a shiver through him, stirring his lust, but he controlled himself, keeping his composure as he played along with his “innocent act”.
Up till now, only a handful had seen Lucian’s true self.
Among the royal family, it was just Isabella and his personal maid who knew how “rough” he could get!
He’d also wanted to show Julius too, but that f*cker had already run off.
As the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of lotus blossoms, enveloping them in nature’s tender embrace, Lucian spoke,”Mother…” , his voice barely above a whisper, “c-can I hug you?”
His hands, still wrapped around hers, savored the softness of her skin, careful to hide any hint of his true intentions.
The Empress’s heart swelled with emotion, her maternal instincts awakening fully for the first time towards Lucian.
She nodded, her blue hair swayed with the movement.
Lucian suddenly leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the Empress’s curvaceous figure.
“Ahh–”
The sudden movement startled her, causing her to inhale sharply.
Her voluptuous body pressed against his, her large breasts soft yet firm against his toned muscles.
The Empress froze for a moment, taken aback by the sudden hug — he pulled her into his arms so abruptly that it caught her off guard.
His fingers splayed across her back, feeling the silken texture of her azure gown and the warmth of her skin beneath.
The Empress hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around Lucian, returning his embrace.
Her touch was gentle, motherly, as she stroked his back soothingly.
The warmth of their bodies mingled, as they held each other, the world seemed to fade away.
The soft lapping of water against the shore, the rustling of leaves in the breeze, even the occasional splash of the playful carp – all merged into a distant, dreamlike backdrop.
Lucian’s lips brushed against her neck as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.
The intoxicating scent of orchids surrounded him, igniting a hunger within.
He felt his d!ck become fully hard, urging him to f*ck her right then and there, but he restrained himself, choosing instead to linger in the moment and continue his naive act.
His hands, almost of their own accord, began to move across her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the silken fabric of her gown.
Lucian’s lips brushed past her ear as he softly asked, “Mother… you know that I’ll be leaving in a few days, right?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
She felt Lucian’s hands roaming her back, but attributed the sensation to his need for comfort and reassurance.
The Empress’s heart ached at the thought of Isabella’s impending departure.
She tightened her embrace, her fingers gently combed through his silky white hair.
Lucian’s voice was barely above a whisper as he asked, “So would you mind if I stay with you for the next few days? I want to feel… a mother’s love.”
The Empress’s breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with a mixture of tenderness and concern.
She gazed down at Lucian, still nestled in her arms, his white hair gleaming in the sunlight. His request, so earnest and vulnerable, touched something deep within her.
For a moment, she was silent, contemplating.
The gentle lapping of the lake against the shore seemed to echo her thoughts, a rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of her heart. The willow branches swayed gently, their leaves seemed to be whispering.
She thought of the recent assassination attempt, of how close this young man had almost died who now sought her motherly comfort.
In her mind’s Lucian was nothing but a “naive child”.
In that case,
She murmured, her voice as soft as the petals of the lotus flowers that adorned the lake, “Of course you may stay.”
Lucian suddenly broke free from the arms, his movement swift yet graceful.
Before the Empress could react, he planted a soft kiss on her cheek, his lips warm against her white skin.
“Thank you, mother,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
The Empress gasped softly, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden display of affection.
She turned to look at Lucian, and what she saw made her heart melt. His face was alight with joy, his crimson eyes sparkling with “childlike wonder”.
It was as if he had just received his first toy, his expression a mixture of excitement and gratitude.
The sunlight filtering through the oak leaves danced across his features, highlighting the curve of his cheek and the gentle slope of his nose. His white hair, usually so perfectly arranged, was slightly tousled from their previous embrace, giving him an childish look.
Looking at how “carefree and naive” Lucian appeared, the Empress couldn’t help but secretly lament that he seemed even more “innocent” than her own daughter.
His crimson eyes sparkled with “childlike wonder”, his face alight with pure joy at the simple act of maternal affection.