Seal It With A Kiss R-18

“Hah… hah.” Joan’s chest rose and fell steadily as the two of them parted, gasping for air.

Her lips were swollen and reddish, resembling plump red cherries, from being slightly bitten, and her tongue also felt quite sore.

The maid’s carefully arranged pink hair was now already a tangled mess in Ryan’s fingers, and yet the intense heat between the two showed no signs of waning.

On the contrary, it only grew stronger.

Joan’s gaze drifted downwards and she noticed the pressing concern in Ryan’s pants. It looked stiff and painful… but at the same time, it was also the most attractive thing that Joan had ever laid her eyes on.

‘Had it turned like that… because of me?’

Caught in some kind of trance, Joan reached out and lightly grazed Ryan’s crotch with her soft fingers. She then rubbed it with her thumb and forefinger.

When she realized what she was doing, Joan immediately withdrew her hand.

“A-ah, I’m sorry, Ryan! I didn’t mean to do that.” Joan flushed hard.

“Well, I actually liked it,” Ryan replied with a low, hoarse voice, sounding almost feral.

The tension in the atmosphere was raised by a notch, and he could also pick up the faint fragrance of Joan’s sopping mess as she sat in his lap.

Ryan's grip around her waist tightened.

“Y-you do?” Joan asked shyly.

“Do you want to do it with me?” Ryan asked.

“A-ah, must I really say it out loud?” Joan averted her gaze, her flushed face deepening to a darker shade of red.

“A nod will suffice if you’re too shy.” Ryan chuckled as he tilted her face to look him in the eye. “But it would be much better to seal it with a kiss, don't you think?”

With those words of encouragement, Joan quickly leaned in again and kissed Ryan on the lips. She was shy about expressing her desires in verbal form, but if it were just physical actions, then she was capable of doing it.

Ryan returned the kiss and skillfully carried Joan in his arms. He kept one of his eyes open as he navigated to the master bedroom of the mansion.

‘I could have done it with her at the dinner table, but since it’s our first time, I at least want to do it properly on the bed. Not to mention, I don’t want to do it with that Grimoire just lying around beside us.’ Ryan thought.

The former sixth prince kicked the door open with his foot and finally located the largest bedroom in the mansion.

The bed was king sized and had more than enough space for the both of them.

Ryan gently put Joan down without breaking the kiss and while ensuring that he didn't press his weight against her too heavily.

It didn’t take too long for their feverish passion to make them do things that they wouldn’t do in polite company.

Joan’s fingers ran through Ryan’s blond hair, massaging his scalp and then tugging on them as she moaned through their kiss. Her hips bucked a little as she yearned for Ryan’s body to press more heavily on her, wanting to feel his entire weight on her.

“P-please!” Joan begged.

Ryan chuckled at her impatience, but he was feeling the same way. Pulling away temporarily, their kiss broke off, and a trail of saliva ran in between the two of them.

He quickly unbuttoned his top and threw it to the side, showing off his torso for Joan. It was neither skinny nor muscular, but lean and toned—it was perfectly in between.

Soon Ryan’s gaze swept over Joan’s maid outfit.

Compared to his clothes, her clothes were a little harder to unravel, but before he could take a pick on which ribbon, lace, or button to undo first, Joan suddenly reached down underneath her skirt and offered him a dagger.

“Use this,” Joan asked.

Ryan’s eyes widened momentarily as the same wicked thought entered his mind, aligning with the maid's.

“Are you certain, Joan?” Ryan barely held himself back as he took the dagger from her hand. The dagger was sharp, but in his careful hands, this would pose no issue for the two of them. He wouldn’t mar or hurt her skin, not even a single scratch.

“H-hurry, please. It’s fine. I have plenty of clothes,” Joan whispered while her face was red as a tomato.

She was being especially forward with showing her desire and impatience towards the Prince, desperate and suffocated with the breadth of lust that filled her veins.

Upon hearing Joan’s pleas, Ryan’s blood surged and boiled, spurring him on to action. He set out to work, tearing through the fabric of his maid’s bosom area with a single slash, which exposed a vague view past her black lingerie.

Ryan gulped a little, but the lump in his throat remained. He accurately threw the dagger to the bedside and hooked his fingers between the tear on the maid’s top, ripping them apart with a single pull, fully revealing Joan’s plump breasts.

They were perky and of the perfect size. Ryan didn’t let his eyes linger on them for too long and promptly grasped them, firmly squeezing them and playing with their pink tips, flicking them with his fingers, which earned a breathy moan from Joan.

She had already turned sensitive from Ryan's kiss, so now, his every move made her feel so much pleasure. Her hips uncontrollably bucked and her body intensely squirmed.

Ryan moved in sync to her writhing, heavily breathing in relish but also in pain. Her crotch rubbed against him, teasing him and making him want to seek release.

Wanting to ensure her orgasm first, he quickly set out to stimulate her more, pleasuring her breasts using his mouth and tongue.

Joan’s moaned even louder.

Ryan figured how incredibly well-located their mansion was. It was far from the houses of the villagers, so no one else would be aware of what was happening within.

“A-ah, I’m ready.” Joan whispered fervently towards him. “Please make me yours, Ryan.”