The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 265

NARRATOR

Lucrecia searched everywhere for a trace, playful insinuations at every corner.

She had come across couples, trios, quartets, and even quintets sprawled on the grass, against the hedges of the labyrinth, over benches.

Inside this vast garden structure, there were also small courtyards, fountains, benches, and secluded spots designed purely for pleasure.

She loved losing herself in this maze of green leaves, but tonight, nothing seemed to tempt her.

Those eyes… she couldn’t get those black eyes out of her mind.

That slave had lifted his head for just a second, only a second, and that lethal gaze—Goddess—it reminded her so much of her Gray.

There was something strange about him. She couldn’t quite place it, but she needed to see him again.

Where had that prude, Electra, gotten such a specimen?

And he seemed so well-trained. Electra… that whore… was becoming a serious problem. Far too powerful for her liking.

Not even Morgana had unsettled her this much.

But maybe this was also her chance to tempt her, to trick her into joining her side.

Morgana had never accepted an alliance with her, but perhaps Electra was smarter… or dumber.

“Mmm… so good…” Suddenly, moans echoed from up ahead.

She sank into the labyrinth’s shadows, masking her aura as she crept closer to a small garden.

Lucrecia stopped at the corner, hidden, just watching.

And what she saw sent a shiver straight through her core.

Electra sat on the thick edge of a marble fountain, her back to Lucrecia.

The enormous statue of a naked woman gleamed under the moonlight, streams of water cascading from its heights.

The sorceress’s dress was bunched up, exposing her pale thighs adorned with delicate black lace garters.

She writhed and moaned with every forceful thrust of the man in front of her.

That impetuous slave.

He must have been fucking her under her dress—the way Electra moaned and he panted with his face buried in her neck.

The suggestive movements, their pleasure-drenched, sweat-slicked bodies, the raw lust and filth…

His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he shoved her against his cock with dominance.

The obscene sounds only grew louder.

Goddess, he must be good if Electra couldn’t even stay quiet for a second.

She was clearly enjoying herself too much, letting herself be ridden like a desperate bitch by that stallion.

Lucrecia lowered her hand between her legs.

Her fingers pressed against her clit through the layers of silk.

She bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud.

She loved voyeurism, and this scene was driving her wild, even though she had seen much bolder and more exhibitionist displays.

In truth, her mind filled in the details she couldn’t see clearly.

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