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The carriage rolled to a stop before an beautiful and luxurious building, its ivory walls gleaming in the late morning sun.

Intricate golden patterns adorned the eaves, which caught the sunlight and casting dancing shadows across the streets.

"Well, my dear nephew, this is where I take my leave," Eloise said, her voice tinged with a mixture of regret and anticipation.

She leaned in close, her cherry-red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softy, "Remember, my 'doors' are always open to you."

Lucian nodded, a dark smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "I'll be sure to visit soon, Aunt. Thank you for your... hospitality."

As she gracefully descended from the carriage, her silken robes rustling softly,

Lucian couldn't help but admire the way she moved — every step a delicate dance, a testament to years of courtly training.

She turned, offering him one last coy smile before gliding towards the mansion's ornate doors.

As his aunt glided away, her perfume lingering in the air, Lucian watched her form recede into the grand building, along with nearly 10 death soldiers who had been protecting her.

The ornate doors swung shut behind her with a soft 'thud', leaving him alone with his thoughts.

With a gentle tap on the carriage roof, Lucian signaled the driver to continue.

The carriage lurched forward once more, wheels clattering against the cobblestones as it wound its way through the labyrinthine streets of the Royal Capital.

Lucian looked out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling streets.

The carriage slowly made its way through the bustling streets of the Royal Capital.

Merchants hawked their wares from colorful stalls, their voices rising above the general din.

The air was thick with the mingled aromas of spices, freshly baked bread, and the earthy scent of animals and also people.

Lucian couldn't help but wonder about the world of cultivators. If these mortal islands were so well-decorated, how much more impressive must their realm be?

As the carriage continued its journey, the streets began to change.

The bustling markets and crowded thoroughfares gave way to broader avenues lined with stately mansions and manicured gardens. The air grew fresher, tinged with the scent of blooming jasmine and exotic flowers from distant lands.

The carriage soon approached a magnificent structure that seemed to defy mortal architecture.

In stark contrast to the luxurious hotels he had grown accustomed to in his life at the Blue Star, the Palace he, as a Prince, resided in was a sight to behold.

Chapter Stay:

Though it paled in comparison to the grandeur of the Royal Palace, it exuded an air of grandiosity that could not be ignored.

As he reminisced on his past life's exploits with those Milfs in 5-star hotels, he couldn't help but marvel at his current surroundings.

The carriage soon entered the palace grounds, passing through gates of polished gold.

As soon as the carriage came to a halt within the palace grounds, a contingent of guards swiftly approached.

With practiced efficiency, one of them opened the door, bowing deeply as Lucian emerged.

The he stepped out onto a path of polished marble, its surface so smooth it seemed to flow like liquid beneath his feet.

As Lucian stood, one of the escort guards approached.

The guard's silver armor gleamed in the sunlight, each plate meticulously crafted and adorned with delicate etchings that seemed to shift and change with every movement.

The guard bowed deeply, his plumed helmet nearly touching the ground.

"Prince," he said, his voice carrying a mix of reverence and respect, "now that our duty to escort you has been completed, we must depart."

Lucian nodded, his gaze sweeping over the assembled soldiers.

Nearly 50 silver-armored warriors stood at attention, their discipline evident in every line of their posture.

Behind them, 10 black-armored guards loomed like living shadows, their presence exuding an aura of lethal competence.

With a gesture of acknowledgment from Lucian, the soldiers began to move.

The silver-armored soldiers moved in perfect unison, their steps creating a rhythmic cadence that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them.

The black-armored guards moved with an eerie silence, seeming to glide rather than walk, their movements fluid and predatory.

Lucian watched them go, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

...

As the last of the soldiers disappeared from his view, he turned back to face his palace, he caught his personal maid running towards him.

She was the first person he laid his eyes on as well as the first woman he had fucked after his reincarnation. She was a buxom woman, with a figure that made men drool.

She stopped in front of him, her chest heaving with exertion and excitement.

"My prince," she gasped, "Princess Isabella is waiting for you!"

Lucian raised an eyebrow, a mixture of anticipation and lust settling in his stomach.

"Oh! Lead the way," he grinned, gesturing for her to guide him.

The woman nodded, "Princess has been waiting for Your Highness for a while now."

With a smile, he followed her inside, could almost guess why she had come so eagerly.

Soon, they arrived at Lucian's bedroom.

Isabella was lounging on the luxurious bed, her long legs crossed and her blue eyes sparkling as they laid upon Lucian.

She wore a blue gown with golden embroidery, the fabric shimmering in the sunlight.

As he stepped into the room, she rose to greet him.

"Lucian," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "it's so good to see you again."

As she approached, the scent of orchids filled his nose.

Lucian asked his maid to leave and locked the door behind her. He turned to Isabella and couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was.

Her skin was pale and smooth, her blue hair a tumble of fiery curls that cascaded over her shoulders.

She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with both gentleness and lust.

Lucian reached out, his fingers brushing against her soft cheek.

Her skin was cool and silky, her breath quickening as he touched her.

"Did my little naughty sister miss me?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes," she moaned softly, her hands sliding over his chest, her nails digging into his shirt.

As their lips met, Lucian felt a rush of heat flow through him.

Smooch~~ slurp~ lick~

His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

He pulled back, leaving a bridge of saliva, his eyes burning with lust.

"Take off your clothes," he growled, his voice thick with need.

With a sultry smile, Isabella slowly began to undress.

She unclasped her gown, letting it fall to the floor in a shimmering pool of blue silk.

She was wearing a white bra and panties underneath, which only accentuated her beautiful curves, which she soon removed, leaving her completely naked.

As she stood before him, Lucian couldn't help but marvel at the perfection of her body.

Her breasts were full and perky, rising proudly like mountain peaks with no sagging at all. Each movement caused them to jiggle softly, creating a scene that Lucian couldn't ignore.

Pink nipples with big areolas!

She reached out, her hands sliding over his chest.

"I've missed you so much," she breathed, inhaling his scent, her voice a whisper against his ear.

"Did you miss me or my c*ck?" he teased, his hand slipping between her creamy legs, his fingers rubbing her p*ssy.

Nhmm~

She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Both," she moaned, her breath hot against his neck, as she leaned into him for support.

Lucian couldn't wait any longer.

He pulled down his pants, his blood-red c0ck springing free.

He spun Isabella around, bending her over the bed.

As he rubbed his dick against her c*nt, she gasped in pleasure.

She was already dripping wet, and Lucian smeared her juices over his c0ck, sliding against the soft flesh of her p*ssy, enjoying the warmth.

"Please, I can't wait any longer" she begged, "f*ck me!"

Lucian didn't need to be told twice.

THRUST–!

With a groan of pleasure, he pushed inside her, his c0ck sinking deep within her wet f*ckhole.

sluch~! Aaah~ sluch~! aaahh~

Each time Lucian pounded Isabella, she moaned, her body arching back as he f*cked her hole.

As he pumped into her c*nt, his fingers tangled in her blue hair.

As he thrust deep into her p*ssy, he gripped her blue hair hard, pulling her head back to expose her neck.

She bucked against him, her body trembling as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her crack.

SLAP~ oahhh~ CLAP~

Lucian raised his other hand and delivered a hard spank to her ass, the sound echoing in the room and leaving fiery red marks on her pale-white skin.

The pain only ignited a rush of heat through her, intensifying her arousal.

Lucian couldn't hold back any longer.

He pulled out, flipping her onto her back.

He climbed on top of her, his c0ck sliding between her juicy thighs.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close as he pushed back inside her.

Pah~ ohh~ puh~ mhhm~

Lucian's thrusts were deep and powerful, his c0ck driving into her p*ssy again and again.

As they moved together, their bodies slippery with sweat, Lucian felt his climax building.

"Sister, I'm c*minggg..."

"C*m... inside my p*ssy... fill your sister's c*nt..."

He began to thrust hard, his fat red c0ck pulsing as he exploded inside her, painting her inner walls white.

Spurt~ Spurt~

Isabella shuddered beneath him, her body tensing as she too came, spraying her juices on Lucian.

"OHHH FUUUCK..."

Sqquuuuuiiirt~

Lucian collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath, feeling Isabella's p*ssy tightly squeezing out last drop of his milk.