Lucien's hand trembled as he positioned the tip of his cock at Mirabelle's entrance. The moment he felt her warmth and wetness, a shiver of anticipation ran through his body.
This was the moment he had been longing for.
The moment every Beastman described as the one that changed their life forever.
He could hardly believe he was finally here.
With Mirabelle.
And that she was allowing him to be closer to her than anyone else ever could.
Mirabelle was lying on the table once again.
She had carelessly tossed her dress onto the chair, where it now rested atop his own neatly folded clothes.
After practically devouring him with her eyes, she had lightly hopped down from the table and, with one efficient motion, slipped the dress from her body.
Then the shadows cast by the rose leaves had taken over, painting elegant patterns across her skin as well.
He had watched in fascination as Mirabelle's nipples hardened beneath his gaze.
And so they had stood there.
