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The knocking reverberated again, more insistent this time, and Eloise’s expression twisted with irritation, her lips tightening as she silently cursed the poor timing.

Her eyes, which moments ago were brimming with lust, now flashed with frustration, the question clear in her mind — ’Why now, of all times!?’

Eloise quickly assessed the situation, her mind racing to find a way to hide Lucian before the visitor could enter.

Her movements were hurried as she reached for Lucian, intending to pull him towards the massive oak desk in the middle of her room.

But in her haste, her hand landed ’accidentally’ on the hard bulge straining against his trousers.

Her fingers tightened reflexively, squeezing the impressive girth of his c*ck!

She paused, seemingly savoring the feel of its heat and thickness through the fabric.

Lucian’s breath hitched at the unexpected, intimate contact.

Eloise’s eyes gleamed, before narrowing with a playful smirk as she continued to grip him, her fingers pressing together with a teasing squeeze.

"Aunt," Lucian breathed, his voice low and tinged with dark amusement, "that’s not my hand you’re holding!!"

Eloise’s gaze flicked up to meet his, her surprise quickly melting into a flirtatious boldness.

Instead of letting go, she tightened her grip, her thumb tracing the outline of his length with deliberate slowness, sending a shiver through him.

"I know," she whispered, her voice a soft, sultry tease, "it feels like you’ve grown up quite a bit, my little prince!"

Lucian’s eyes darkened with a mix of lust and annoyance, "if you keep holding on like that, aunt, we won’t make it to hiding."

She chuckled softly, savoring the way his cock throbbed in her hand, her grip lingering just a moment longer before she finally let go.

"Maybe we should finish what we started later," she murmured, her voice dripping with promise as she guided him towards the desk, her touch grazing his hip suggestively.

Eloise swiftly pushed him down, guiding him under the desk with a firm shove.

The desk was a grand piece of craftsmanship, its dark wood polished to a deep sheen that reflected the flickering candlelight.

Heavy, ornately carved panels ran down the sides, creating a perfect concealment that hid Lucian completely from view once he was tucked beneath.

Lucian squeezed into the tight space, his back pressed against the smooth wood, the rich scent of polished oak mingling with the faint perfume of Eloise’s presence.

Above him, Eloise straightened herself and took a seat in her high-backed leather chair, her expression quickly shifting to one of calm control.

Knock! Knock!

The knocking continued, each impatient rap echoing through the room, signaling the growing frustration of the visitor.

She reached under the desk and then tapped a hidden latch.

With a soft, almost inaudible click, a section of the wall behind her slid open, revealing a shadowy passageway shrouded in darkness.

Eloise knew exactly who was coming; after all only one person had access to that secret passage.

She leaned back, her demeanor cool and unbothered, though the flicker of irritation at the interruption remained.

From the hidden passage, a hooded figure emerged, cloaked in a heavy, dark robe with the hood drawn low, obscuring their face.

Lucian, from his vantage point beneath the desk, watched intently, his pulse quickening.

As the figure stepped into the light, they pulled back their hood, revealing the stern, commanding face of Augustine — one of Emperor’s trusted aids.

Eloise had anticipated the Emperor’s visit, so Augustine’s appearance was somewhat unexpected but not entirely surprising given his position as one of the Emperor’s trusted aides.

Eloise’s pulse quickened as Augustine entered her chambers, his presence both an intrusion and a test of her composure.

She had expected an interruption but not one so persistent.

She watched Augustine carefully, maintaining her poised demeanor as he took a seat across from her, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

Under the desk, hidden from view, Lucian waited silently, his anticipation mounting as he listened to the exchange above.

Augustine’s gaze flickered over the half-filled wine glasses, his brows knitting together in suspicion.

"Princess Eloise," he began, his tone cool and edged with authority, "His Majesty has sent me to ensure there are no… improper dealings. He expects your presence shortly for an important discussion before your departure. One must not forget, Lucian is still but a child."

Eloise met Augustine’s scrutiny with a composed smile, though the flicker of annoyance in her eyes betrayed her.

She crossed her legs, letting the fabric of her gown shift provocatively.

"Prince Lucian merely stopped by to bid me farewell," she replied smoothly, "his visit was entirely innocent."

Beneath the desk, Lucian bristled at Augustine’s words, the sting of being dismissed as a child kindling his desire to assert himself.

His eyes glimmered with a mix of defiance and lust as he reached down, grasping his thick, pulsing c*ck.

He guided it toward Eloise’s foot, feeling her sole’s warmth press against him.

The unexpected sensation made her gasp in surprise.

As she registered its size and the intimate contact, she hesitated for a moment.

Then, with a mix of curiosity and intrigue, she began to stroke his d!ck with slow, deliberate movements, the new sensations sending shivers through both of them.

He swelled in her grasp, his fat c*ck twitching against her skin as she silently responded to Augustine’s condescension.

Eloise’s smile grew sly, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

"Oh, Augustine," she said, her tone light but dripping with irony, "Lucian is hardly a child anymore. He’s shown remarkable growth… in many aspects."

Augustine’s confusion was evident, his lack of understanding apparent.

Eloise, with a playful smirk, shifted her attention.

Eloise’s smirk deepened as she adjusted her position, her legs moving from a modest crisscross to spreading slightly apart, catching Lucian completely off guard.

His eyes widened at the sight of her bare p*ssy, hidden just enough by the wild, golden curls that matched the color of her hair, as she began to use both of her legs, — her movements deliberate and intimate beneath the desk.

The thick strands obscured the full view, creating an enticing mess that only added to the allure.

Yet through the tangle, he caught glimpses of her slick, glistening folds, already wet and inviting.

The center of her p*ssy glistened with her wetness, the slick sheen catching the candlelight, highlighting the gentle curves and inviting crevices of her most intimate parts.

The arousal pooled at her entrance, a small glistening droplet clinging to the edge of her lips before trailing down to dampen the plush, golden curls.

Lucian’s mouth watered at the sight, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch, to feel the silken heat of her wet c*nt.

The scent of jasmine wafted up, sweet and intoxicating, mixing with the heady musk of her arousal, teasing his senses and making his breath hitch.

Lucian’s pulse raced, his gaze drawn to the wetness that clung to her delicate petals, hinting at her readiness.

Hidden beneath the desk, Lucian’s fingers traced along the edges of Eloise’s slick, inviting folds.

He spread her open with gentle precision, revealing her glistening flower, the petals a delicate, blushing pink partially obscured by the shadows.

Her intimate folds shimmered, wet and inviting, a sight that made Lucian’s mouth water with anticipation.

Unable to resist anymore, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

He dragged it slowly along the outer lips, savoring the mix of sweet musk and sharp tang that made his c*ck throb harder against Eloise’s foot.

Eloise’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to Lucian’s touch.

She fought to keep her composure as his tongue worked its way deeper, sliding over her swollen clit with languid, teasing strokes.

The sensation sent a rush of heat through her, making her toes curl as she tried to maintain the façade of calmness in front of Augustine.

Lucian’s fingers explored further, brushing against the soft, downy hairs framing Eloise’s entrance.

He slid one finger inside her c*ck-hole, feeling the tight, wet heat as her inner walls clenched around him.

The sensation was electric, each gentle thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through her core.

He curled his finger slightly, pressing against the spot that made her hips jerk and her breaths grow shallow.

The wet, slick sounds of his movements — schlick, schlick, schlick — filled the hidden space beneath the desk, mingling with the quiet hum of Augustine’s ongoing ’lecture’.

Lucian’s free hand wandered lower, his fingers circling the tight ring of her rose-coloured a*shole.

He rubbed it gently, teasing the sensitive area with slow, deliberate motions.

Eloise’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she struggled to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape.

The dual sensation of Lucian’s fingers and tongue drove her to the brink, her body tensing as she fought to maintain her composure.

She adjusted her position slightly, spreading her legs more to give Lucian better access.

He responded eagerly, his tongue swirling around her clit in rhythmic, insistent strokes that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her.

Eloise’s foot pressed harder against Lucian’s d!ck, her toes curling possessively around his girth as she stroked him with increasing fervor as they moved up and down.

With one leg, she maintained a steady, rhythmic pressure, her toes moving up and down in a deliberate, sensual cadence.

Her other leg was used to tenderly caress the sensitive underside of his shaft, the soft, deliberate strokes contrasting with the firmer pressure of her toes.

Her thumb traced gently along the back of his mushroom head, applying light, teasing pressure while her toes continued their steady rhythm.

As she carefully massaged his balls with a practiced touch, her movements became more purposeful and attentive, amplifying the sensation with each deliberate motion.

She could feel the heat of his flesh, the way his shaft throbbed with each pulse, her movements coaxing more pre-c*m to spill from his tip, smearing against her soft skin.

"Is there anything else, Lord Augustine?" Eloise asked, her voice edged with a hint of breathlessness that she quickly masked with a forced cough.

The advisor’s eyes narrowed slightly, noting the faint sheen of sweat on her brow and the slightly labored quality of her breathing.

"Are you certain you’re alright, my lady? You seem… distracted," Augustine observed, his suspicion sharpening.

Eloise managed a strained smile, her voice tight as she fought to keep her response steady. "I’m perfectly fine, Lord Augustine. Just… dealing with a rather inconvenient moment. Nothing that warrants concern."

Beneath the desk, Lucian’s tongue worked faster, his mouth pressing tightly around Eloise’s clit as he sucked with increasing urgency.

He lapped at her with fervor, drawing out soft gasps from Eloise that she struggled to contain.

Her body quivered, her muscles tightening as she edged closer to release.

She clenched her creamy thighs around Lucian’s head, her foot sliding faster along his c*ck as the wet, obscene sounds of their hidden intimacy — slurp, slurp, schlick — grew louder.

Eloise’s grip on the armrest tightened, her nails digging into the wood as she fought to suppress the moan that bubbled up in her throat.

The pleasure built to a crescendo, her orgasm crashing over her with a fierce intensity that made her muscles clench and her breath catch.

Lucian didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working her through the waves of her climax, drawing out every last bit of pleasure as she trembled beneath his touch.

Her foot slowed, her strokes becoming more languid as she came down from her high.

She leaned back in her chair, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven pants as she struggled to compose herself.

Lucian, still hidden beneath the desk, continued to gently lick her p*ssy, savoring the lingering taste of her c*m as Eloise fought to regain her composure in front of the oblivious Augustine.