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Chapter 26: Aunt Eloise (2)



Lucian turned around, his gaze falling upon the breathtaking figure of Lady Eloise, his aunt.

Her beauty was of a kind that defied description, an allure that ensnared the senses and refused to let go.

She stood before him in a gown of deep, seductive red that fit her body like a glove, highlighting every curve.

The dress had a daring neckline that showcased her smooth collarbone and a hint of cleavage, its low cut drawing attention to the delicate curve of her bust.

With each step, the gown parted slightly at the thigh, revealing glimpses of her creamy, silky skin.

Every movement sent a soft flutter of fabric against her skin, teasing with each stride and offering glimpses of her upper thighs, just barely covered by the dress’s slit.

Her cherry-red lips, full and inviting, were slightly parted in a knowing smile that suggested more than just charm.

Her dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of danger, pulling him in with their depth.

As she moved closer, her every step seemed deliberate, designed to enthrall.

The fragrance of her perfume — a rich blend of jasmine and sandalwood — wafted around him, intoxicating and enveloping his senses.

Her long blonde hair flowed down her back in soft waves, framing her porcelain skin that glowed warmly in the dim light.

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A delicate silver necklace rested between her breasts, which pressed gently against the low neckline of her dress, further enhancing the seductive curve of her cleavage.

Lucian’s eyes followed the path of the necklace, lingering on the fullness of her chest that rose and fell with each breath, outlined perfectly by the fitted gown.

The sight of her curves, emphasized by the tight fabric, made his desire intensify, leaving him yearning for more with each tantalizing glimpse.

"What a pleasant surprise. I can’t recall the last time you took the initiative to visit me. What’s brought you here today?" Eloise purred, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.

The words were soft, teasing, and laced with a familiarity that sent a shiver down Lucian’s spine.

"Can’t I come just to see you?" Lucian’s response was smooth, his tone carrying an undercurrent of flirtation that had grown bolder over time, "must I always have a reason to visit my favorite aunt?"

His crimson eyes locked onto hers, and a sly smile tugged at his lips.

Eloise chuckled, a low, melodious sound that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

"When did you change so much? My sweet, naive nephew would never have spoken like this," she said, her gaze roving over him, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the devilish spark in his eyes.

"It’s good to see you more… ambitious. You’re growing up, Lucian." Her voice was rich and husky, layered with a playful mockery that stirred something primal within him.

"Well, I am a Prince alright," Lucian replied, his gaze flicking down to where her gown clung tightly to her curves, the fabric straining to contain the ample swell of her ample chest.

He let his eyes linger on her beautiful breasts for a moment longer, watching as they seemed to press against the dress with each of her breaths.

"I have to take my responsibilities seriously. And I was hoping you might be able to help me with that."

The servants in the room, dressed in crisp navy uniforms trimmed with silver, stood like statues, their faces carefully blank, but Lucian could sense their tension.

None dared to breathe too loudly or meet the eyes of their prince and the alluring Lady Eloise.

Eloise’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched him, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

"So you did come here for something after all, Prince Lucian," she said, her voice light with feigned disappointment.

She leaned in even closer, her breasts brushing against his chest in a way that seemed almost accidental but was anything but.

The heat from her body seeped into his, and Lucian’s senses were overwhelmed by her nearness, "and here I thought you came just to see me."

Lucian chuckled softly, his gaze steady, "well, there is something I’ve been wanting your help with, Aunt Eloise."

His tone was teasing, his intentions only partially veiled behind the veneer of politeness.

Eloise glanced around, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance at the silent audience surrounding them.

"Too many eyes and ears here," she murmured, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "come, let’s go somewhere more private."

Saying this she looped her arm through his, her fingers grazing his wrist, sending a subtle spark of electricity through him.

Her touch was light but lingering, and she began to lead him down the long, marble hallway.

The click of her high heels echoed in the silence, a rhythmic sound that matched the swaying of her hips.

The slit of her gown, daringly high, parted with each step, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh.

Her skin was pale and flawless, a stark contrast to the rich crimson of her dress.

Lucian couldn’t help but notice how close she was to him as they walked; she was just a little shorter, her head reaching his shoulder.

This height difference allowed her scent — a heady blend of jasmine and sandalwood — to envelop him even more closely, every breath filled with her intoxicating aroma.

Her large breasts pressed warmly against his arm, the soft, full flesh pushing through the thin fabric of her dress.

With each step, they jiggled gently, sending ripples of sensation through him and dragging his thoughts into far more lustful territory.

But Lucian soon was caught off guard by the realization that she wasn’t wearing a bra — it was the snug fit of her dress alone supporting her ample chest.

The sensation was unmistakable — the softness and firmness all at once, with a slight natural sag that spoke of her curves’ fullness.

Each subtle movement pressed her breasts against him, the tight fabric allowing just enough give to tease his senses further.

Her hands wrapped snugly around his arm, fingers lightly grazing his forearm as if to keep him close, her grip gentle but possessive.

Lucian’s pulse quickened as he felt the rhythm of her steps through the intimate connection of their bodies, her breasts shifting with every movement.

The combination of her touch, scent, and the warm press of her chest clouded his mind, making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the sensual allure of her presence.

Each soft bounce and press of her breasts against his arm stirred something deep within him, the closeness of their bodies fueling his desire, making him hard, and drawing him further into the intoxicating spell she wove with every step.


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