Chapitre 4: Cian's Self-Discovery
This chapter contain R18 scenes, if your age below 18 please leave.
----------
As Maya departed to prepare the bath, Cian settled himself onto a chair, his mind consumed by contemplation.
Thoughts swirled within his head, circling the enigmatic question: Who could the spy be? Unfortunately, his limited information hindered his ability to make significant deductions.
All he knew for certain was that this spy operated as an assassin, harboring a sinister intention to assassinate his father.
But what motive lay behind this malicious plot?
There existed a single possibility, a potential explanation that danced at the edges of his consciousness. However, the absence of substantial information prevented Cian from fully embracing this possibility as the definitive truth.
The absence of crucial information hampered his ability to form a complete understanding of the situation, leaving him grasping at shadows and incomplete theories.
Lost in thought, he reflected on the recent event when Maya had briefly stepped out of the room. In that fleeting moment, he had caught sight of someone hurriedly retreating down the hallway. Driven by his instincts, he swiftly positioned his palm against the door, using all his strength to halt its motion without making a sound, ensuring even Maya, who stood nearby, remained unaware of his actions.
Peering through the slender gap he had created, Cian's eyes locked onto Maya's determined expression. It was evident that she sought to uncover the identity of the individual who had fled and vanished into the turning corridor.
A sense of foreboding washed over him as he instinctively realized that this figure might have been lying in wait, ready to ambush her. In a decisive move, he pulled her back into the safety of the room, thwarting her pursuit.
'That was too close... If I were to lose Maya, I don't think I could bear it,' he sighed, relieved.
Had Cian not intervened and halted Maya's pursuit, she would likely have fallen victim to the assassin's blade.
Maya held a unique place in Cian's life, being the sole female who had remained by his side. The tragic loss of his mother, Anastasia Lambhart, still haunted him deeply. The memory of her untimely demise, when bandits attacked them on their way back from a party hosted by the Duke of Micesse, remained vivid in his mind. Witnessing her collapse, her lifeblood seeping away, left an indelible scar on his soul. In the aftermath of that tragic incident, he secluded himself within the confines of his room, shunning the outside world entirely. It had been nine years since that fateful day, yet the image of his mother's death continued to haunt him relentlessly.
The weight of Cian's thoughts bore down upon him, intensifying his realization that losing Maya would be an unbearable burden.
However, as his mind dwelled on these profound sentiments, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing Maya's presence. Clad in nothing but a white towel, her body partially concealed, she stood before him.
"Young master, the bath is ready," Maya informed him.
"Oh, than—" Cian's eyes widened, and an involuntary gulp escaped his lips as his gaze unintentionally lingered on her transformed figure.
The allure emanating from Maya, coupled with the tantalizing hint of cleavage peeking out from the towel, stirred a strange sensation within him. He felt a rush of something unfamiliar course through his groin, his body responding in a way he couldn't fully comprehend.
Struggling to find his voice amidst the turmoil, Cian finally managed to stammer out a grateful response. "T-Thank you..."
At the same time, Cian wrestled with the baffling sensations coursing through his body. The unfamiliar surge perplexed him greatly. He couldn't comprehend why he was experiencing such feelings in the presence of Maya.
"U-Uhm, young master? Are you okay?" Maya's voice broke through his internal turmoil, concern lacing her words. "You've been staring at me for quite some time now, you know."
Startled, Cian's face flushed with embarrassment as he snapped back to reality. "Ah! I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "I-I'm going inside now!"
With a hastily awkward gait, he hurriedly retreated into the bathroom, his hands pressed firmly over the source of his unexpected physical reaction. Maya watched him with a perplexed tilt of her head, unable to fathom the reason behind her master's peculiar behavior.
Unbeknownst to both of them, the underlying reason for Cian's discomfort lay in his current state of arousal—an occurrence that escaped their understanding at that moment.
•••••
Seated on a stool within the bathroom, Cian murmured softly to himself, his voice filled with confusion. "What's happening to me, seriously?"
Taking a deep breath, he immersed his hands in the water-filled basin and gently rinsed his body, attempting to redirect his thoughts. As he carried out the routine task, his attention was inevitably drawn back to the physical reaction he had experienced earlier.
"It seems to have calmed down now," Cian observed, relieved to find some respite from the bewildering sensations.
Being new to these sensations, Cian remained oblivious to the fact that his arousal had been triggered by the sight of Maya draped in nothing but a towel. While the exposure of their bodies had been a common occurrence in the past, the recent changes that Maya had undergone as she matured now introduced a level of unfamiliarity and complexity to their relationship.
As Cian continued to observe the subsided state of his arousal, a sudden recollection pierced through his thoughts—the image of Maya draped in nothing but a towel. In an instant, his body reacted, causing his previously calmed member to once again stand at attention.
"Wha-?!" he exclaimed, bewildered by the mysterious nature of his body's reactions. The enigma of his newfound desires perplexed him greatly.
However, amidst the confusion, a potent sense of curiosity coursed through Cian's veins. With hands trembling ever so slightly, he tentatively reached out to touch the engorged flesh. The texture proved to be simultaneously soft and rigid, an intriguing juxtaposition that piqued his interest.
Cian's finger traced a path along the length of his engorged member, each stroke eliciting a tingling sensation that sent shivers of pleasure through his body. His penis twitched in response, as if awakened by his touch.
Continuing his rhythmic exploration, his mind wandered to the image of Maya draped only in a towel.
Yet, this time, his imagination took a more daring turn.
His thoughts began to wander, envisioning Maya discarding the towel, baring her nakedness before him.
In his mind's canvas, he painted the details of her form—her glistening white skin, the curve of her legs, the softness of her thighs, the allure of her breasts, and the hidden crevice at her groin. His imagination ran wild, conjuring a vivid scene that heightened his arousal and intensified his pleasure.
With each stroke of his finger, the sight of Maya's familiar naked form took on a whole new significance. The mysterious sensations coursing through his body transformed the meaning behind these images, stirring his desires to new heights.
In his vivid imagination, he envisioned Maya releasing the towel from her grasp, allowing it to fall gracefully to the floor. His mind conjured an array of scenarios, each more explicit than the last.
Visions flooded his mind, including the tantalizing thought of Maya engulfing his erect member with her mouth, eliciting a twinge of response from his throbbing penis.
With his heart mercilessly pounding in his chest, Cian's finger hastened its movements along his sensitive flesh.
Caught in the throes of his fantasies, a name slipped from his lips, an instinctual utterance that betrayed his desires.
"...M-Maya," he whispered, the sound escaping him unintentionally, driven by the overpowering force of his arousal.
The mounting pleasure enveloping Cian became so intense that he involuntarily stretched his legs and flexed his feet, as if seeking to amplify the euphoria coursing through his body. Yet, as delightful as the sensations were, an unquenchable yearning gnawed at him, urging him for more.
Emboldened by the sensations that surged through him, he firmly gripped the erect member and began moving his hand up and down. A wave of pleasure coursed through his body, prompting a mix of fascination and delight to dance across his features.
With each rhythmic stroke, Cian's breath grew ragged, his arousal escalating to new heights. In the depths of his mind, Maya's allure remained unrelenting, her image etched into his thoughts, fueling his desires. And as the ecstasy reached its zenith, he could no longer contain himself.
"Maya... Maya... Mayaaa!" he called out her name, his voice resounding through the confines of the bathroom, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed him.
Suddenly, an intense surge of pleasure shot through Cian's body, causing his movements to quicken in response. The sensations were so overwhelming and pleasurable that he found himself unable to cease his actions.
"Ugh!"
In the midst of his fervent self-discovery, an unexpected climax engulfed him. A translucent fluid surged forth from his penis, in a spectacle that marked his first experience with ejaculation. The liquid, not white but clear, symbolized this seminal milestone.
Yet, in the very same moment, the door swung open, revealing Maya's presence. "Young master, would you like me to help you w—" she began, only to be abruptly silenced as the expelled fluid struck her, splattering across her face. Confusion and surprise etched upon her features, she could only manage an incredulous, "Eh?"
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone