All Chapters of Impermissible Desires!: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Benard's torso was bucking forward repeatedly, his left palm pressed to the windowsill's edge while his head and right flank were facing Lucas. The splayed fingers of the brunet's right palm were also bracing against the blond's toned gut. Lucas was still gripping Benard firmly by the waist and making the latter thrust his enticing backside rearwards. Simultaneously, the blond was also driving his own hips back and forth with a steady pace, accompanied by the distinct sound of skin smacking skin."Fuck, your hole is clenching around me this tight. I'm gonna fuck you senseless," Lucas said in a resolute tone, increasing the rate of his waist oscillating.With his eyelids sagging and his mouth agape, the sword-wielder helplessly emitted a sequence of frenzied moans. "Oh... Ohh~ Oh gods~! Aah... Aaah~!! please... Aaa~! slow down...Nngh... Aarhh~ Aah... Aghh~ S-slow down... Aauh... Ahngh... Aaah~"The sound of skin hitting flesh intensified.Benard's appeal had fallen on deaf ears, obviou

With his left elbow bent, Benard's forearm was horizontally resting on the windowsill, fingers softly clenched. And his weight was balanced on the ball of his left foot, heel lifted slightly off the ground.The right side of his upper body angled toward Lucas, his right palm resting on the blond’s left shoulder. His right leg was raised, arched and hooked around the right side of his friend's waist, toes curled inward.The spear user wasn’t just standing idly behind his pal—his right hand was extended forward, supporting his friend’s raised thigh with his fingers pressing gently against Benard’s skin. His other hand was tucked behind him, the back of his left palm pressed to his lumbar region with his fingers slightly curled in.In this position, the brunet kept rocking his torso back and forth, each rearward movement causing his rear pussy to esuriently take in his comrade's tool of pleasure time and again.Each time his hips moved backwards, the heel of his left leg would lower, almo

"That's classified information that even I am not worthy of knowing, talk more of trashy, low-lives like you two," the guard replied arrogantly.Benard got pissed on hearing those terrible words, but decided to just lower his head and not make trouble. He might be able to beat this bastard to a pulp if he wanted to right now. But then the others in the training field would have their attention drawn to him.He had no weapon and couldn't use his warrior power even up to 70%. Might as well grit his teeth and bear it. For now.So he forced himself to wear a polite smile. "I see."Just as he turned to head to where his friend was seated, the guard unexpectedly spoke."Perhaps, you should try asking the king himself," the demon suggested, his face deadpan, and his tone cold.'As if the king would even tell us. And what if he said he could tell us, but in return, he asked Lucas to donate his head as a ball for demon kids?Nah, he wouldn't want to do anything that could put his buddy in great

"Are you deaf?" The unhappy dragon-scaled fellow snapped, interposing himself in the two friends' path. "Who told you you could leave without my permission?" "Lucas, let me beat the shit out of him," Benard proposed, eyes gleaming with determination. Maybe he might not be able to beat the demon king or even the higher-level demons directly serving him. But to this arrogant rookie demon, he could very well teach a lasting lesson. Lucas didn't agree. "No, Ben, let me handle him," he insisted.But Benard was stubborn. "No, buddy, I'll handle this demon. Just sit down and watch. Besides, I’ve been desiring to stretch my muscles for quite a while now." “But…” Lucas had Benard lean towards him so he could whisper in his ear. “Ben, you… We were at it intensely last night. Are you sure you’re in excellent condition to exert your body? Just let me handle him, okay?”However, Benard still shook his head. “I’m absolutely fine. I may not have 100% of my warrior power, but what I currently hav

With knees bent and torso leaning forward, the brunet's arms were placed behind him. Lucas's fingers closed around his friend's wrists in a firm grip. The latter had his feet braced apart, spine curved, and hips tipped up sensually. His nipples were taut, no longer hidden behind the tiny strips of red and black cloth that were tied around his chest. His chain harness was in clear disarray.Obviously, before now, these nipples had been fondled by the blond. Now these nipples were still begging to be tantalised.Their assigned guard was watching, internally wishing he could go over and comfort those sharp-set nipples by kindly sucking on them, pinching them, gently biting them and tweaking them. Flicking his tongue around them. And locking his lips with Benard's so that the latter's moans would be muffled.Or he could even kneel and choke himself on Benard's also impressive arousal. Fuck~Watching the way Benard's chest kept heaving forward, the way his gorgeous asscheeks trembled wit