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Thwap!! Thwap!!

As the black horses pulled the "worn-out carriage" through the muddy soil, their hooves sank deeper with each step.

Pitter!! Patter!!

The light drizzle that had been falling since their departure from the capital slowly began to slowly intensify, fat droplets splattering against the carriage roof with increasing frequency.

Boom!!!

Thunder crashed overhead, the sound reverberating through the air like the angry roar of a wild beast. Flashes of lightning illuminated the darkened sky, briefly casting eerie shadows across the wet landscape.

The carriage rocked and swayed as the wind intensified, making it harder for these black horses that had been running for nearly 8 hours to maintain their footing.

Their once-sleek coats were now wet and dripping, steam rising from their heaving sides as they struggled against the growing storm.

Although it was now morning, the dark clouds covering the sky cast a false night over the land, turning day into an eerie version of night.

The carriage had a shed where the old man was sitting controlling the horses, preventing him from being soaked, but as the rain intensified, stream of water began to seep through the cracks in the worn wooden planks. Droplets trickled down his wrinkled face, mingling with the sweat of sweat as he struggled to keep the horses on course.

The only option for the old man now was to knock on the wall behind him.

After a moment, a small hole opened, just big enough for sound to pass through, and Lucian’s voice came out from inside,

"What do you want?"

"P-prince, the horses can’t run in this weather anymore!"

The old man shouted, his voice barely audible over the howling wind and crashing thunder,

"We need to find shelter, "

Lucian could see the steady downpour of rain and the occasional burst of lightning that lit up the sky through the carriage window, which was opened slightly — just enough to avoid being seen by anyone outside.

"So, what do you suggest?,"

Lucian replied, his voice calm despite the chaos outside.

"There’s an oak tree nearby. We can take shelter there until the rain passes,"

The old man suggested urgently.

Seeing Lucian nodded, his weathered face etched with relief. He turned back to the reins, guiding the exhausted horses towards the massive oak tree in the distance.

...

Inside the carriage, Lucian closed the small hole and sat back on the seat.

He was seated in the middle of the two women, their warm curveceous bodies pressed against him in the cramped space.

Isabella was looking out the window, her blue eyes filled with curiosity. Unlike when Lucian first met her, when she had been cold as a hundred-year-old ice, she now began to reveal the personality of a woman in her 20s.

However, in the presence of strangers, her demeanor was remained as frosty as a winter’s night, yet when facing Lucian, she transformed into a cat yearning for his touch.

Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as each flash of lightning illuminated the landscape.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"

She whispered softly as she watched the carriage change its course, entering the light forest at the side of the road while sipping wine.

"Y-yes darling, it’s looking b-beautiful..."

Replied Celine stammeringly, but the loud thunder drowned out her words, and Isabella didn’t notice.

Earlier when Isabella learned that her mother had changed her name to Celine, she also wanted to change hers. However, knowing how much Lucian liked her name, she decided to set the matter aside.

But if Isabella were to look behind, she would have noticed how her mother’s beautiful face was flushed, her breathing slightly quickened.

Celine’s ocean blue eyes were half-lidded, her red lips parted as she struggled to maintain her composure.

The reason for her state was of course Lucian.

Right now, Lucian had a soft blanket covering him and Celine, spread over their laps and torsos.

Lucian didn’t light any candles inside the carriage; only the occasional thunder illuminated the interior.

Although Isabella already knew Lucian had f*cked her mother, still Lucian covered themselves as his hands slowly moved beneath the blanket.

After all, Lucian could feel that Celine was more aroused the more he fingered her hole in the presence of her daughter, so he continued.

Under the blanket, Celine’s legs were parted, the slit of her crimson gown revealing her plump thigh, allowing Lucian to touch her skin.

His fingers traced lazy circles on her inner thigh, inching ever higher with each pass.

Celine’s breath hitched as his hand brushed against her p*ssy folds, her body trembling with barely contained lust.

And the fact that her daughter sat mere inches away, oblivious to their illicit activities, sent a forbidden thrill through her. After all, unlike Isabella, she still thought that Lucian had only sex with her.

Lucian leaned in close, his tongue licking the shell of Celine’s ear as he whispered,

"You’re so wet already, mother!"

Thrust~~ Sluch~

He slid two fingers inside her slick c*nt, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers. Lucian entered her hole slowly as he watched her expressions.

Celine bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes flickering towards Isabella.

But her daughter’s eyes were still focused on window, mesmerized by the storm outside.

"Ahh, Lucian, nghh, we can’t...not here...what if she sees?"

Celine whimpered, her voice trembling with lust and fear.

Lucian ignored her protests, his fingers pumping in and out of her c*nt.

Squelch! Squelch!

"But you like it, don’t you, mom? The danger of being caught, the thrill of knowing your daughter is inches away,"

He murmured, his voice husky and low.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles.

Thrust!! Rub~bing~!!

"N-no... I... don’t...!"

She gasped, her head falling back against the seat.

She could feel herself approaching her climax, her body tensing with each thrust of Lucian’s fingers.

Celine couldn’t deny how turned on she was by this illicit act, her juices coating Lucian’s fingers as he finger-fucked her p*ssy.

Her hands gripping lucian’s arm tightly, her nails digging into the fabric of his robe.

Lucian could see how Celine was struggling to hold back her moans, her breathing quickening as she neared her climax.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered softly, looking into her eyes,

"Don’t hold back, mama. Let it allllll out..."

THRUST!!

With one last rough thrust of his fingers, Celine reached her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure as she struggled to contain her moan.

Squirt!! Squirt!!

"Mpphh~"

She bit into Lucian’s shoulder to stifle her cries, her p*ssy clamping down on his fingers.

Lucian watched her with a smirk on his lips as she came down from her high, her bountiful chest heaving and her face sweaty.

Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and desire, her eyes darting towards Isabella, who was still oblivious to their activities.

"Well, that was an appetizer, mama."

Lucian said as he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean,

"How Delicious!"

"And this is just the beginning of our journey together. I can’t wait for what else awaits us."

"Y-you’re crazy!"

Celine replied, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.

But deep down, she couldn’t deny the excitement that coursed through her veins at the thought of what was to come.

Outside, soon the carriage came to a halt as the horses walked beneath the shelter of a massive oak tree.

The old man jumped off the carriage and tied the reins to a nearby branch. He then knocked on the carriage wall again, and through the small hole, Lucian asked,

"How long do you think we’ll have to wait until the rain stops?"

"It’s hard to say, Your Highness. It might be a couple of hours,"

The old man replied respectfully.

"Then take care of the horses and get some rest yourself. We’ll wait until the rain stops and continue our journey."

After the old man nodded, Lucian closed the hole again.

"Well, it looks like we have some time to kill,"

He murmured, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

Celine looked at him warily, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lust,

"What did you have in mind, son?"

She couldn’t believe how horny she felt with Lucian around. It was as if years of pent-up desire were now erupting like a raging volcano.

"I was thinking you should get some sleep, Mama,"

Lucian said, his hand resting on her thigh once again under the blanket, feeling her softness.

As Celine saw Lucian’s smile, she couldn’t help but shudder with anticipation. She knew that there was no escape from his clutches.

And deep down, she didn’t want to escape.

Isabella turned to look at them, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity,

"What are you guys talking about?"

Lucian smiled,

"Ohh, it’s nothing serious, sister. Why don’t you continue cultivating the way I taught you? We’ll wake you up when the rain stops, so you can keep enjoying the scenery."

As Isabella saw how Lucian looked at her, she couldn’t help but blush as she immediately understood what he was talking about.

She nodded, closing her eyes, and began to cultivate.

Lucian then leaned over to Celine, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss,

"Now, where were we, mama?"