Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 99: Seducing the Holy Man [M]

Chapter 99: Seducing the Holy Man [M]

WARNING!!

This Chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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"No!" Medeia held his hand before he could get out of the bed. "I’m not uncomfortable! I just ... I’m not used to this."

A small smile appeared on Lucian’s lips. "I see. Well, if it makes you feel better, this is new for me too." He glanced at her through the corner of his eyes. "And ... you look a bit different."

Medeia raised an eyebrow, feeling her cheeks heat up because it looked like her outfits had bothered him. "How so?"

Please, don’t say anything about my outfits.

Lucian hesitated before trying to look away from Medeia. "It’s just ... your outfit," he mumbled, clearing his throat. "I’ve never seen you wear anything like that before."

Even though she had covered herself with the blanket, Lucian had already seen her before, so her appearance lingered in his mind, refusing to be dismissed.

Medeia bit her lower lips and realized her nightwear was more revealing than she thought, a loose, silky red camisole paired with shorts that left most of her skin exposed.

She swore on her name that this wasn’t intentional! Well ... maybe?

After the system announced her ridiculous quest, she might have subconsciously chosen something alluring from her bag. But she would never admit that to anyone, especially not to Lucian.

"Should you ... wear more clothes?" asked Lucian suddenly.

Medeia blinked at him, caught off guard by his concern. Is he just saying I’m dressed inappropriately?

Lucian immediately looked at her as he realized how his words might have sounded. "I didn’t mean it like that!" he blurted, "I just thought ... maybe you’d be cold."

Lucian continued, "You know what ... maybe it’s better for me to sleep on the other room tonight."

"Wait, what? Why?" Medeia sat up in bed, watching as Lucian quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"Medeia." He sighed and refused to look at her, especially after the blanket had slipped slightly. "I’m a man."

"I ... know that." Medeia could see his face turned red. The corner of her mouth lifted slightly as she realized what happened to him.

So, he wasn’t that holy after all.

"Don’t you have mercy on me?" Lucian groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. There was a hint of frustration in his voice. "Wearing clothes like that while lying beside me ... you are torturing me, Medeia."

Medeia approached him, then whispered from behind. "Oh? I didn’t realize my choice of clothes would have such an effect on you."

"Medeia, I know you’re not that innocent." Lucian moved his gaze toward her. "Don’t even pretend you didn’t know exactly what you were doing here."

After spending so much time with her, Lucian realized that she wasn’t innocent and pure at all. The behavior she showed when they first met was just an act, but he wasn’t bothered by it.

"You’re so weird, you know that?" Medeia finally lost her patience and blurted out, "Why do you always restrain yourself? You weren’t a priest, were you?"

"No! I wasn’t." Lucian blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Why would you think that?"

Medeia sighed. "We’ve bathed together, hugged all night long a few times, but you still act so calm, as if you’re not interested in me. Maybe ... maybe I’m just not that beautiful for you?"

Come on, what’s so hard about having sex with me?

"What? Medeia, you’re like a goddess!" he exclaimed. "Anyone who thinks you’re not beautiful is a fool!"

"Then why haven’t we ever done anything other than hug and kiss?!"

"Because I love you too much!" Lucian’s voice softened as he gently cradled her face. "I care about you so deeply, and I don’t want to rush anything or make you feel uncomfortable. I ... don’t want you to think I’m just like a bastard who only lusts after your body."

Medeia softened her gaze and placed her hand over his face. "Oh, Lucian ... you’re not anything like a bastard."

She understood now, it wasn’t about him not wanting her, it was about his respect and love for her.

She remembered him telling her about his mother, who had been raped and killed by bandits. The weight of his past and the trauma of losing her still haunted him.

It made him cautious, careful not to behave like the men who had violated her and he didn’t want Medeia to think that he only wanted her for her body.

"As long as I give you consent, what’s wrong with that?" Medeia placed her forehead against him. She whispered, "I’ve never felt uncomfortable with you and I ... I also want you."

"Really?" Lucian’s eyes softened as he locked onto hers. "Is it okay if I touch you ... more than just hugging and kissing?"

Medeia took a deep breath, her heart racing. Lucian’s hesitation made her feel at ease and only deepened her feelings for him.

His care for her feelings made her feel safe and that was the first time a man could make her feel that way.

Oh, she was truly in love with him.

"Of course." Medeia brought her face closer to him. "You can touch me whatever you like because I trust you."

A faint smile appeared on his face. Without another word, he leaned in and touched her lips with his.

That kiss was different, it felt more intense, more passionate than anything they had before. He devoured her lips, gently biting and coaxing them open, his hands sliding to her back to pull her closer.

Medeia closed her eyes, feeling every sensation of his touch. Her breath became shallow as his lips moved against her. Every gentle pull, every tender caress, made her heart race and it felt like it wanted to explode from her chest.

She could feel the warmth of his hands on her skin, comforting yet telling her that Lucian decided not to restrain his feelings anymore.

At that time, Medeia realized Lucian was not a saint at all.

When they broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Lucian kissed her lips over and over again, leaving no room for her to speak even a word.

He pressed her down, making her back lie on the bed. His hands roamed over her body, slipping through her loose camisole.

She jolted in surprise as his cold hands touched her bare skin. His fingers moved to her back, unhooking her bra in just one click.

What the ...

Who would have thought he was such a professional in this field?!

"Lucian." She pushed his chest slightly, so he could stop kissing her for a second. "The tent is thin ... don’t you think people outside can hear us? I ... I’m not the type of person that can hold my voice."

She was a fucking loud moaner and Medeia didn’t want everyone in the base know about her sex activity.

"Don’t worry." Lucian kissed her temple and whispered beside her ear. "I can make this place soundproof. You don’t have to hold your voice."

He extended his hand toward the big tent. His fingers moved gently, using his ability to manipulate the atoms in the fabric.

The tent’s material shimmered briefly before transforming into soundproof walls, blocking out all outside noise and ensuring their voices wouldn’t be heard either.

"Now it’s just us." Lucian lowered his face, kissing her neck, and sucked on her pulse point.

Medeia squirmed under him, rubbing her thighs together as she felt something warm flow out of her honeypot. "Lucian ...." Her voice sounded seductive and hoarse. "Can you do it quickly?"

She truly couldn’t hold back her desire to be fuck by him.

Who could blame her? She was a demoness, after all, the embodiment of lust.

No man could make her that thirsty, but Lucian was a different case.

"You’re not ready yet." Lucian said, "I don’t want to hurt you by rushing it."

Didn’t all men want to shove their dicks in her as soon as she seduced them like that? No one cared that much about doing foreplay to her.

However, she didn’t want to rush it either. She wanted to feel Lucian’s touch longer, letting him explore and worship her body like it was a temple.

Oh, how could he make her intoxicated by such gentle love?

Lucian pulled her camisole and bra up, kneading her breast, and teased her nipple with his tongue. Medeia bit her lower lip, cradling his hair and pulling him closer so he could touch her more.

His other hand moved to her shorts and slipped into her panties, which were soaked with her love juices.

Medeia’s face suddenly turned as red as blood. She was feeling embarrassed by her pervertness toward him.

"Can ... can you not just touch it?" asked Medeia softly.

She didn’t feel satisfied by a single touch. She wanted Lucian to tease her lower part until she cried and moaned his name.

"You mean ... like this?" Lucian’s fingers slipped between her wet honeypot, while his thumb rubbed her clitoris in gentle motion.