The Extra's Rise - Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Coming of Age (3) [R18]
“Finally,” Cecilia exhaled, a mix of relief and exhilaration escaping her lips as we slipped unnoticed into her lavish bedroom. She shut the door behind us and leaned against it for a moment before turning to me with a mischievous smile. Without warning, she gave me a gentle push, and I found myself sitting on the edge of her bed, blinking up at her.

“Wait here,” she said, her voice tinged with anticipation. Before I could respond, she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and a rapidly quickening heartbeat.

Badump. Badump.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady the rhythm in my chest. This wasn’t uncharted territory for me—in my past life, I’d been through this before. But this life, this world, was different. I’d spent almost three years here, and this moment felt monumental in a way that defied explanation.

And then there was Cecilia Slatemark herself. A princess. Stunningly beautiful. Did I mention beautiful? Because she was. Utterly, distractingly beautiful.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to rein in my adolescent thoughts. “Focus, Arthur,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re not a child.”

I glanced toward the bathroom door, the sound of running water in the background only amplifying the tension in the room. ‘Luna,’ I called out mentally, ‘disconnect from my senses for a while.’

‘Understood,’ Luna’s calm response echoed in my mind. ‘I’ll remain dormant unless you need me or sense danger.’

The subtle weight of her presence lifted from my consciousness, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It was a peculiar relief, like clearing a fog from my mind.

“Alright,” I whispered to myself. “Calm down. You can handle this.”

But calming down proved futile when the bathroom door creaked open moments later. Cecilia stepped out, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders and her slender figure wrapped in a delicate white one-piece lingerie. She stood there, the faintest hint of nervousness in her eyes as she awaited my reaction.

I stared, my breath catching in my throat. “Wow,” was all I managed to say.

Her lips curved into a playful smirk, though I caught the flicker of relief in her expression. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, her confidence returning as she crossed the room to join me.

Climbing onto the bed, she leaned in close, her crimson eyes locking onto mine. “You made me wait so long for this,” she murmured, her voice soft yet edged with teasing reproach.

And then she kissed me. It was deep, electric, and impossible to ignore, her warmth drawing me into the moment entirely. My heart raced again, and this time, I didn’t bother trying to slow it down.

I held Cecilia close as our lips met, her warmth a comfort against the cool air of the room. She straddled my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her breath mingled with mine as we pulled apart, both slightly panting.

“Are you worried?” I asked gently, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face.

Her crimson eyes met mine as she nodded. “A little. I read online it can hurt the first time.”

I placed a reassuring hand on her cheek, my thumb tracing soft circles. “I’ll be gentle,” I promised.

A sly smirk spread across her lips, the earlier nervousness replaced by her characteristic boldness. “Just make sure I can’t walk tomorrow, Arthur. Otherwise, you’re not leaving this room.”

Her words hung in the air, a challenge and a confession all at once, as we melted into each other’s embrace, letting the rest of the world fade away.

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Arthur’s hands gripped Cecilia’s hips tightly as he pulled her flush against him, his hard length pressing insistently against the damp lace of her lingerie. She could feel every inch of him, even through the fabric, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

Cecilia’s hands slid up Arthur’s chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. She could sense his desire, his need for her, and it only fueled her own growing hunger. Their lips met in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as they lost themselves in the moment.

Arthur’s hands slid down to squeeze the round globes of Cecilia’s ass, kneading them through the thin lace of her panties. She gasped into his mouth, her hips rocking instinctively against his as she felt his hardness throb against her core.

“Arthur,” she panted, breaking the kiss to gaze up at him with hooded eyes. “I can feel you… you’re so hard.” Her voice was a mix of awe and desire, a hint of nervousness lurking beneath the surface.

Arthur’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. “You’re playing with fire, princess,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Keep teasing me like this, and I won’t be able to hold back.” His hands slid around to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Cecilia’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Arthur’s hard length pressing more insistently against her, the lace of her panties dampening further. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, but the thrill of surrendering to his desire was too intoxicating to resist.

Unable to help herself, Cecilia reached down, her fingers brushing over the hard bulge straining against Arthur’s pants. She could feel the size of him, the shape of him, and a sudden, overwhelming curiosity consumed her. With a newfound boldness, she unbuttoned his pants, her heart pounding as she slowly pulled down the zipper.

Arthur’s penis sprang free, thick and hard and larger than anything Cecilia had ever seen. Her eyes widened as she took in the impressive sight, a mix of awe and trepidation washing over her. “Arthur,” she breathed, “you’re… you’re so big.” She swallowed hard, her confidence wavering for just a moment before she steeled herself.

“I want to taste you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. And with that, Cecilia leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive head of Arthur’s penis. She could feel the heat of him, the weight of him, and it sent a fresh surge of desire coursing through her body.

Cecilia’s heart raced as she gazed up at Arthur, his intense gaze burning into hers. Slowly, tentatively, she leaned in, her lips brushing against the swollen head of his penis. The skin was soft and hot, and she could feel it twitch against her lips, as if responding to her touch.

Arthur’s hand came to rest on the back of her head, his fingers threading through her blonde hair. “That’s it, princess,” he encouraged, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “Take me into your mouth, nice and slow.” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, a silent urging.

Cecilia parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip of Arthur’s penis. The flavor was salty and musky, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. She savored it for a moment before taking the head into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.

Arthur let out a low groan, his head falling back as he felt the warmth of Cecilia’s mouth envelop him. “Fuck, Cecilia,” he grunted, his hips rocking slightly as he fought the urge to thrust forward. “Your mouth feels incredible.” His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her head as she began to bob slowly up and down.

Cecilia took a bit more of him into her mouth with each pass, her inexperienced tongue swirling and flicking against his sensitive skin. She had learned the basics from watching online videos, but the reality of having Arthur’s penis in her mouth was far more intense than she had imagined.

As she took him deeper, she felt the head of his penis hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to relax her throat, to breathe through her nose as the videos had instructed.

Arthur felt her hesitation, and he gentled his grip on her hair. “Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, his voice a low rumble. “Take a deep breath through your nose, princess. You’re doing so well.” His other hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

Emboldened by his words, Cecilia tried again, taking Arthur a bit deeper as she relaxed her throat. She could feel every ridge and vein of his penis as it slid over her tongue, the texture unlike anything she had ever felt before. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked gently, marveling at the way Arthur’s penis throbbed and pulsed in her mouth.

Arthur’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as Cecilia found her rhythm. Her inexperience was evident in her clumsy movements, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. “Just like that. Your mouth feels fucking incredible.” His hips began to rock in time with her movements, his hand guiding her head as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat.