“Nghh!” Similarly, the girl moaned through her sultry breaths. Grasping his shoulders, she slowly raised herself from the sitting position, Lutiel helping her taut muscles.

  Briskly, he eased his grasp, making both of them release high voices as she suddenly fell down to meet his tip with the cervix. Shivering slightly at the touch, the girl’s soft moans were once again ignited, Lutiel already starting to raise her up. “W-wait a second,” she begged him, however, the man didn’t listen.

  Rather, he made her ass bounce on his hips, explicit noises accompanying them despite being mostly clothed. Gritting his teeth slightly as he felt her tighten up around his cock, Lutiel continued to listen to her sweet moans, letting himself go faster and faster each time she warmed his ears.

  “Angh! Nngh! AHHH!” Her throat staggered from the high-pitched screams of pleasure, his whole cock reaching deeper than ever from the position. Knocking on her womb’s entrance repeatedly, he felt it part before engulfing his whole tip, only to raise her figure up once again.

  Falling and parting the cervix one more time, the girl suspended her breaths and moans all together, struggling to breathe from the sensations. Biting her bottom lip as her pink eyes searched for the ceiling, she yelped all of a sudden whilst her whole body trembled away.

  Releasing her urine in a stream as she came, the girl’s forehead fell on his, tightly pushing against his head as her eyelids fluttered for a brief moment.

  Unable to glance ahead of her, the girl simply released her thoughts on his jacket, making him stare at her shivering face, somewhat astonished at the sheer intensity of her squirts. However, feeling the clenching tightness she made his dick endure, the man also tightened his stomach, pushing her down deeper instinctively.

  The duo’s legs shivered as they embraced one another. No longer searching through the streets, the man simply released his seed within her womb, making her release an additional, brisk stream from the top of her vulva. Remaining silent for a while, they kept in the bask of pleasure, letting it slowly quench by itself.

  Though, as his heart raged when he saw the demon pedestrians glancing curiously at the windows, Lutiel’s mind swiftly came back. Scouring through the lightened streets, he watched the demons, only to breathe out slightly as he saw them stare back ahead of themselves.

  “Fuu, everything okay?” He finally asked when her eyes regained their usual glimmer, waiting for a brisk moment before the girl’s warm breath engulfed his nose.

  “Y-yes, I’m okay,” Zyponia stuttered, weakly raising her head to lock eyes with the man. Breaking out into a flourishing smile, she showed her pearly teeth to him before falling down at the lips. “That was so good, Lutiel,” she added between the faint kisses.

  Albeit reluctantly, her face still eventually moved away. Pushing down on his shoulders, she moaned slightly as his snugly fit erection slowly crawled out of her entrance, only to glance down at herself, feeling the heavy load of his begin to drip out.

  “Heh, it seems like you enjoyed it just as much as I did,” the girl spoke before stopping his cum from tainting their attire any more. Somehow blocking it from leaking out, she promptly put her panties and bra on, following with the dress next.

  “Yeah,” he replied in the meantime, standing up to get dressed as well. “I guess their gazes made me more excited,” adding whilst buttoning his pants up, his head suddenly flowed towards her.

  “Yup, we should do it more often. Maybe we could even find some secluded alley,” having dressed up, she came closer to the man. Placing her hands on his biceps daintily, she spoke with a soft tone, briskly making his furrowed eyebrows crease up further.

  Though, a moment of thought later, he eased up. “... Sure,” after a prolonged silence, Lutiel spoke up, speeding up with his sight to catch the turning lady.

  Before he knew it, she already grasped his hand, once again pulling onto him before grabbing the door handle. “Wait!” With a quick halt of his legs, the girl turned around. “We’re still dirty, no?” He asked, only for her to shake her head questioningly.

  “No? I cleaned us up already,” she said, making his head fly towards her purple hair as Zyponia finally opened the door, promptly breaking their contact apart as soon as the nippy wafts barged in. Flowing around the faces lightly, their hair swayed lightly before a harsher gale came forth.

  Ever since the carriage had stopped, the few demons walking through the pavement halted their walk to glance at it. However, as soon as the lord’s image revealed itself, the demons froze in place completely, glaring through the lady and her slave vehemently.

  “Your viz’uj,” one of the demons close to the buildings suddenly spoke up, quickly bowing down slightly before the rest of the demons followed in his steps. Lutiel, glancing through the bowed figures, swiftly traveled to the girl’s back.

  However, his eyes only witnessed her steady gait, the girl not responding to the words at all. Zyponia simply headed through the sidewalk, targeting the large sign with a frog engraved on top of it.

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  Meanwhile, following the girl behind, Lutiel suddenly turned to the side. An intense glare met his eyes, directed specifically at him. Furrowing her bushy brows, the demon lady grimaced as she watched him stand so casually beside the lord.

  Yet, the man had to stop, almost bumping into his lady. Coming to an abrupt halt, her pink eyes swiftly befell on the pale pink lady with blue brows. Stretching her arm out, the surprised demon’s face dropped suddenly, staring at the ground as soon Zyponia’s wrist flicked down.

  Promptly, she eyed the demon lined alongside the two sides of the pavement. “Are you grozi’yr my involni?” Her voice beamed across the whole sidewalk, the silence that prevailed only broken up by the distant, faint noises from the streets ahead.

  Hearing the lady speak out, the demon bunch eagerly shook their heads, doing so as if their life depended on it. “Topfe. That is starki,” she said anew, making all of them stop before glancing up at the lady. “You tomi vznie your galiva,” uttering whilst already starting to walk again, they followed briskly, raising their heads back up.

  However, their gaze didn’t linger around the duo nearly as much compared to before. Slowly going back to their tasks, only a minor part of them still kept around to witness the lady.

  ‘Is this what it means to be a royal?’ Lutiel thought to himself abruptly, gazing at the side of Zyponia’s face, who began turning towards the doors of the shop. Before long however, he broke from the stupor, closing their distance with brisk steps and opening the doors for her to move inside.

  Shutting them despite the demons standing nearby, he promptly regained vision of the place.

  Dark throughout, the wall on the right stretched to extend into a counter lightened up by meek crystals scattered across the space.

  Catching up to the lady, he swiftly went inside the shop he had visited once before. And, immediately as they set foot beyond the sprawl of shadows, a drained voice scattered out.

  “Kozs’o is it?” The man behind the counter spoke out, not caring to even glance to the side whilst supporting his chin with his palm and elbow on the wood below. Sparingly, he tossed the eyes towards his left, hearing no reply come forth.

  Yet, as soon as he did, the shopkeeper sprung up into an erect stature, furrowing his eyebrows slightly at the sight before him. “Your magus, kozs’i tomi I pomuc?” He asked immediately, a small smile resting on him while welcoming the princess.

  “I will walk around by myself,” she suddenly spoke in the human tongue, making him raise his eyebrow slightly, only to turn back at the slave behind her. Somewhat retreating from the mien, the shopkeeper still eyed the two deeply as they started to walk through the aisles of various, magical assortments.

  Specifically, Zyponia quickly got to the vials with liquids, scouring through the shelves before arriving at the deep blue inks. Taking ten of the identical glasses, she guided them through the air before they arrived at Lutiel’s arms.

  Carrying them effortlessly as the lady walked through the shop with curious eyes, she also took two reams of dark papers for him to hold onto. However, as the inks fell down on the papers, the girl’s eyes went through him. “Do you want something from here?” She asked suddenly, to which his brows twitched in thought.

  “I don’t have any money on myself,” he spoke, making her eyes roll slightly.

  “Just tell me,” she nudged him, the shopkeeper in the back listening with squirmed eyebrows. Unable to restrain his astonishment, he simply let it be.

  On the other side, between the aisles, Zyponia stared at his pondering expression, waiting for an answer. Not making her waste too many breaths though, he glanced to the left, in between the gaps around the shelves. “I wanted to get one of those books,” said Lutiel, making the man squint his eyes while the girl turned to glance at the bookshelves.

  “Are you sure? It’s all in our tongue,” she said, however, the man nodded his head.

  “Yes, though I don’t know what sort of books they are. I was thinking something along the lines of swordsmanship with pictures to help describe the poses,” he said, making the lady fall into thought.

  Still, before she could reply back to him, the girl glanced beyond his head, peering at the shopkeeper stepping out from the counter. “I could be of help,” he uttered in the tongue they conversed with, promptly gaining the attention of the turning man as well. “Would it be fine, your majesty?” He asked, a nod swiftly coming from her before he gestured with stretched out arms.

  “Please come with me. Sadly, I have no books about swordsmanship, but maybe something else will catch your interest,” he spoke to the servant, Lutiel nodding at the words hesitantly.

  Following his guidance just a breath later, they found themselves staring at the wall of books, going from the entrance of the shop right towards the other side.

  “As you can see, I have more than half a thousand books at my disposal, all of which focus around different magical aspects. I assume you have heard of them, correct?” Standing close to the books and flailing his arms around, the shopkeeper asked Lutiel, swiftly blossoming into a smile right after.

  “Yes,” the slave uttered before the seller that ignored him on his first visit glanced deeply into his eyes, explaining briskly.

  “All of them are about the five main aspects of magic, however, mastery and perception falls out for you, together with conception. That leaves us with about a third of the books here, though I think I have certain specific ones that you might fancy,” the man spoke out before quickly turning around.

  Facing the books, he took one out right beside him before walking to the right a few steps and taking another two. From the beginning to shop towards the end, he took out six different books, all of different tones in their hard covers.

  Then, he glanced at the man and his lady, the duo staring keenly at his arms. “These are all books about mana and manipulation focused on physical aspects of the body. There are also pictures inside them to help you understand the author’s ideas,” he spoke with an attentive eye, changing glances between the servant and the books.

  “However, I believe that personally, you should focus on these two. The others are useful only if you can use mana, though I’m not saying these ones will work when you can’t use magic,” the shopkeeper added, putting four of the vividly colored books to the floor before taking one book in each hand.