CHAPTER 79: JEALOUS PHINA~ (R-18)

"I’m blessed by the Goddess of the Moon. Somehow, I’m able to do it with them without repercussions. By having sex with her, I can raise her affinity to moon and fertility — increase her connection with the Goddess."

Seraphina nodded thoughtfully. "If it’s like that... then maybe the Goddess really did ask her to do it with you."

"You didn’t believe her before?" Xavier tilted his head.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "...Yes. I saw the intense way she stared at you long before the revelation."

Xavier smirked faintly at that, but before he could respond, Seraphina added, "Anyways... after you raised her affinity to its peak, it was revealed you’ll be able to meet the Goddess of the Moon during the full moon, right?"

"Exactly." He nodded.

Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous curiosity flickering in them. "Hmm... Is there a chance you’ll do it with the Goddess too?"

Xavier gave a small, wry smile, shaking his head. "Well, I don’t know. I’ll have to meet her and find out..."

Seraphina exhaled deeply, her voice quiet, heavy with honesty. "I thought I would be able to keep you entirely for myself. I never imagined this scenario... where I’d be competing against other girls for you. And now..." she gave a soft, bitter laugh, "...there’s even a high chance I’ll compete against the Goddess of the Moon herself. The very Goddess I’ve worshiped since I was a child."

Her words cut deep.

Xavier could only sigh. What will she do if she finds out about Lily, the Goddess of Lust?

The air thickened between them. Tense. Heavy. But Seraphina, to his surprise, bore it all with far more grace than he expected. She wasn’t crumbling. She wasn’t screaming. She was enduring.

He watched her closely as she let out a low exhale, brushing her hair back with a delicate motion before sighing again. "Whatever. It’s morning now... before nighttime, I’ll make sure to have as much fun as I can with you."

And before Xavier could respond, she leaned forward, her lips claiming his once more.

This time it was different.

Her kiss wasn’t playful, nor was it restrained. It was hungry. Fevered. Her lips pressed hard against his, her tongue immediately pushing past to tangle with his. She sucked on his mouth as though she wanted to swallow his breath, her moan vibrating against his lips.

Her waist rolled against his crotch, the grind deliberate, her heat pressing over his throbbing erection beneath his trousers. Xavier groaned low in his throat, his cock twitching violently in response, trapped and aching.

Seraphina deepened the kiss, her tongue slick against his, her breathing ragged. She sucked on his bottom lip, then nipped it, before diving back into the kiss, wetter and sloppier this time. Saliva trailed between them, glistening in the soft morning light.

Xavier’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him, feeling every grind, every curve. His cock thumped with excitement, harder with every motion, begging for release.

"Mmhh—ahh..." Seraphina moaned into his mouth, not breaking the kiss. Her voice trembled, her body shivering with the wild fever that drove her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples dragging against him through the thin fabric, making him twitch harder.

She kissed him with raw emotion — lust and jealousy and longing all mixed together. Each clash of their lips was an outlet, each swirl of her tongue against his a desperate claim.

When she finally pulled back, strands of saliva connected them, her lips swollen and glistening. Her face was flushed, her breath unsteady.

Her eyes locked with his, blazing with intensity.

"...I want more."

Xavier smirked faintly, his breath hot, his cock throbbing painfully beneath her grinding hips. "Then take it, Seraphina."

And with that, her lips crashed against his again, wild and unrestrained.

The carriage rocked softly, its wheels rolling steady across the cobblestone road. Inside, the air had grown thick, heavy with breath and heat, the faint perfume of Seraphina’s body stronger than any incense.

Xavier leaned back against the seat, his silver eyes narrowed slightly as Seraphina straddled him, lips swollen from their fevered kisses, cheeks flushed in a wild blush. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath uneven.

For a long moment, she simply looked at him. There was no teasing smile now — only raw hunger, tangled with the flicker of something darker. Possessiveness. Pain. Desire.

And then, slowly, she began to raise her blouse.

Her fingers trembled faintly at first, then steadied as her resolve hardened. Inch by inch, pale skin was revealed, the smooth curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts pressing against fabric, her body glowing faintly in the filtered morning light.

Xavier’s eyes followed every motion, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So... my noble lady has decided?" His voice was low, rich with amusement and heat.

Seraphina met his gaze, her blush deepening but her tone firm. "I don’t care how many others there are. Tonight, tomorrow, or even if the Goddess herself calls for you... right now, Xavier, I want you. Mine."

Her words struck like fire.

Xavier’s hands slid up her thighs, gripping them firmly as he leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Mine, hmm? You sound jealous, Seraphina."

She shivered under his voice but didn’t back away. "Call it whatever you like. Jealous. Possessive. Mad." She lowered herself closer, her breath warm against his lips. "...but I won’t let you forget who held you first."

Xavier chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Bold words, my Queen. But boldness suits you."

Their lips met again, deeper this time, her tongue immediately seeking his, her kiss burning with the fever she’d bottled up since last night. Her waist pressed harder into his crotch, his hardness straining against the fabric, throbbing in time with her grinding.

He groaned low, pulling her closer, one hand sliding up her back, pressing her against him until her breasts squashed against his chest. She broke the kiss for air, panting, her face red but her eyes fierce. She moaned feeling him full her up completely.

"Aaah...Do you regret telling me about Lucy and Celene?" she whispered suddenly, voice trembling with both pain and defiance.

Xavier smirked, brushing a thumb across her lips. "Regret? No. Hiding things from you would’ve been worse. You’re stronger than that, Seraphina."

Her chest tightened at his words, the sting in her heart softening just enough. She kissed him again — hard, messy, desperate — before pulling back, her voice husky.

"Then prove it."

Her hands moved, guiding him, her body pressing lower, her intent clear.

Xavier’s breath grew heavier, his silver eyes locked on her. "So eager..." he teased, his tone sharp yet reverent. "I never thought the noble Viscount would be this impatient."

She bit her lip, her blush rising to her ears, but her gaze didn’t waver. "Stop talking... and give me what’s mine."

The carriage rocked on, but inside, time slowed. Heat built between them, their words tangling with kisses, their breaths hot, their touches urgent.

And as Seraphina pressed closer, guiding him deeper into her warmth, a long moan tore from her lips — her body trembling as the tension between jealousy and desire finally erupted into something rawer, fiercer.

"Ugghhh..."

Xavier couldn’t hold back the grunt that slipped past his lips, his eyes closing as Seraphina’s soaked walls wrapped tightly around his dick.

The sound of wetness filled the carriage, obscene and raw, as he slowly moved — thrusting in and out of her with a pace that made his body tremble. It felt so good, so unbearably good, that Xavier had to grit his teeth, fighting the urge to explode inside her far too early.

Her pussy gripped him with such tightness he could hardly think. He forced himself to push random thoughts through his head just to keep from cumming, but the heat of her walls kept dragging him back to reality.

Across from him, Seraphina’s moans came soft at first, then sharper, louder, every time he moved his waist to sink deeper into her. Her arms curled around him, nails scratching lightly over his back as though to draw him in further. His hands were restless, fondling her breasts, squeezing them, teasing her nipples between his fingers until she gasped.

"Xavier..." she moaned, her voice quivering, "more... don’t stop..."

Xavier groaned, his hips pushing harder, deeper. With every thrust he tried to bury himself completely, to bottom out inside her. But her pussy was so incredibly tight that it resisted, as though her body itself wanted to keep him locked at the edge.

He smirked against her neck, whispering hotly, "Still holding back? Even now?"

Seraphina’s blush deepened, her closed eyes fluttering open briefly before she bit her lip, hiding her face against his shoulder. "Shut up... just keep going..."

Amused, Xavier changed his pace, slowing deliberately. He thrust with steady rhythm, making her feel every single inch of him, dragging his swollen head against every ridge of her wet walls.

Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling at the change. And though her lips refused to admit it, her body betrayed her — her muscles relaxed, her moans deepened, her hips began rolling back against him, meeting his every stroke.

Xavier watched her carefully, his smirk softening. "You love it like this... don’t you?"