The clown cannot be the god of our kingdom?
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Lucy Windelle’s hopes were immediately thrown out of the window, leaving her with an expression of sadness on her face.
"Why not, Mister Clown?" she asked sadly.
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Please don’t look at me like that. You make me feel bad.
Still, Solomon answered truthfully.
"It is not my nature. There are gods who desire to be worshipped faithfully and loyally by entire realms, such as the Pillars, then there are other gods who prefer to work in the shadows, being worshipped by smaller sects and factions. As for myself, I prefer having personal connections with my worshippers individually, and I would rather not be limited in where they come from. In other words, I seek diversity."
Lucy listened closely and carefully to the god’s words. She realised that it was the most the god had ever spoken to her in one go.
To no surprise, the words made complete sense, and in a way, it showed Lucy why she had chosen to worship the clown. He was different from other gods. He seemed to have less pride, and pure intentions.
She praised the clown in her mind before speaking outwardly.
"I understand. It is reasons like this why I am so grateful to be able to worship you, Mister Clown. It truly is an honour."
She found herself thinking back at all of her meetings with the clown so far. Mainly the times when the clown had helped her, even going so far as to come to her aid in the physical world.
Then, she thought about the other side of the clown. The side that almost seemed romantic and seductive.
When she thought on these things, she couldn’t stop herself from blushing.
The clown noticed this and a smirk spread across his face, followed by an idea.
He gestured towards his lap.
"Come here," he said.
The clown wants me to sit on his lap... What does he intend to do? the Princess thought to herself.
Although Lucy already had a handful of experiences with the clown, that didn’t prevent her from being completely taken aback when asked.
Besides, she was still a pure virgin princess. It was only natural for such requests to make her nervous.
Still, she knew that if she was to become sexually involved with someone, she would much rather it be with the clown, rather than a human male who was bound to cheat on her, and betray her in the future.
So, with shaky legs, she made her way over to the clown and sat on his lap sideways with her thighs squeezed together.
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Solomon smiled as he felt the woman’s soft behind press up against him. His hand reached around and landed on her thigh. It was cushiony and warm.
Lucy felt tingles run up the inside of her thigh and attack her erotic zone immediately. She wondered, how could such a simple touch make someone feel such intense sensations.
Solomon’s hands roamed higher up her leg, gradually spreading her legs apart so that his hands could slide to the inside of her thighs, rather than on top.
The further his hands travelled, the warmer they became. He knew that soon, his hands would arrive at her panties.
"Are you comfortable?" he double-checked before proceeding.
Lucy Windelle bit her lip. It was not meant to be in a seductive manner, but it only aroused the Clown more.
"I am," she said.
Adal kept his hand on the inside of Lucy’s soft thigh, slowly sliding it higher. His fingers gently traced circles on her smooth skin as he spread her legs a little wider on his lap.
Lucy’s breathing had already become shallow. She kept her thighs pressed together nervously, but she didn’t stop him.
Solomon’s hand finally reached the edge of her panties. Instead of slipping underneath, he simply pressed two fingers firmly against the thin fabric, right over her pussy.
Lucy gasped softly, her body twitching on his lap.
He began rubbing her slowly through the panties, pressing the soft material against her clit and dragging his fingers up and down along her slit. The fabric quickly grew damp under his touch.
You’re already this wet? Solomon thought to himself in surprise. I haven’t even touched it directly yet.
Lucy bit her lip harder, trying to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping her. Her hips started moving on their own, subtly grinding against his fingers.
Solomon kept the pressure steady, rubbing her clit in firm, slow circles through the soaked fabric. He could feel the shape of her swollen lips and the little nub of her clit getting harder under his touch.
Every time he pressed down harder, Lucy’s thighs trembled. Her breathing turned into soft, shaky pants.
"Does that feel good, Princess?" he asked calmly, still rubbing her over her panties.
Lucy nodded quickly, her face flushed red. "Y-yes... it does. Thank you, M-mister Clown."
He changed the motion, using the flat of his fingers to tap lightly and repeatedly against her clit through the fabric. Then he went back to slow strokes, pressing the wet cloth between her folds.
Lucy’s hips began rocking more noticeably. Her hands clutched at his his clouds as the pleasure built.
Solomon didn’t speed up. He kept the same teasing, consistent pressure, rubbing her clit and slit through her panties until her entire body started tensing.
Lucy’s breathing became frantic. "Mister Clown... I think... something is coming..."
Her thighs shook violently. She let out a high-pitched whimper as her orgasm suddenly hit her. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed against his fingers through the soaked fabric, a small gush of wetness soaking through her panties even more as she came.
She trembled hard on his lap, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in silent moans while her hips jerked against his hand.
Solomon kept gently rubbing her through it until her orgasm slowly faded, leaving her panting and limp against his chest.
He finally pulled his hand away and looked at the droplets dripping down his hand.
Lucy’s face was bright red with embarrassment and lingering pleasure. She could barely look at him.
Solomon laughed quietly, satisfied with the events that just played out.