My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 124

“Forget that grotesque thing and play with me instead, Your Majesty.”

Darien had just prepared her below, gently removing his fingers and bringing himself to her loosened entrance. She felt a jolt as the large tip pressed against her, causing her to take a sharp breath.

“Why don’t you focus on your own business, Prince.”

Lennon growled like a beast. This level of irritation was rare for him, and it meant he was truly upset.

“If you force that monstrous thing on her, Her Majesty’s throat won’t survive, so forgive me if I’m a bit concerned, Chancellor.”

The two would end up fighting again, Regina closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth slightly to take in just the tip of Lennon’s member. She gingerly licked at the soft edge, sensing his approval as he gently stroked her head.

Meanwhile, below, Darien clicked his tongue in mild frustration and began his own move.

“Aaahhh…!”

The force of Darien pushing up made her instinctively take Lennon deeper, nearly to her throat in a single motion, causing tears to gather in her eyes. All the while, Darien continued pressing in, stretching her firmly, almost too much.

Trapped between the pillar blocking her up and down, she quivered. Lennon, attempting to comfort her, gently caressed her neck and back.

“You’re doing well, Miss Heather. I’ll be careful with the angle so you won’t hurt… Just keep steady, open your throat, and take me in slowly. I won’t move until you’re comfortable.”

His voice was so calm as if he didn’t have that bumpy grotesque weapon.

“You must be having a hard time. Let me help you forget this discomfort, Your Majesty.”

Darien spoke in a similarly gentle tone while holding her thighs. Yet his own p*nis was as intense as Lennon’s.

Seeing their different actions and words, Regina could only release a muffled whimper as her mouth was completely full.

“May I go all the way in now, Your Majesty?”

Her mind spun at the question. She realized he wasn’t fully in yet. Without waiting, he pulled her closer, sending a jolt of sensation through her.

“Ah, httt… uung…”

“If you only focus on the Prince, I will be upset, Miss Heather. You should focus on mine too.”

Lennon took her shoulders to guide her. She relaxed her throat, slowly adjusting and took him in even deeper.

As the thick, ridged shaft passed her uvula and widened her throat, tears streamed down her face from the overwhelming gagging sensation.

Lennon gently wiped her tears with his thumb and softly caressed her face as she composed herself. Even though he remained still, Darien was thrusting rhythmically, causing her to sway back and forth against him.

It was a slight stimulus, but the warmth enveloping him felt intoxicating simply because it was a part of her. If he was to push her harder, she knew she wouldn’t be able to endure it, given her lack of experience with such things.

Lennon brushed Regina’s disheveled hair behind her ear and took out a smoking device from his pocket, lighting it up. After taking a deep puff and ensuring no ash fell onto her, he exhaled beside her.

The two men sat facing each other on the carriage seat while she remained between them, accepting both their members with her mouth and body, rocking back and forth.

With the smoking device in his mouth, Lennon observed the frothy junction between them, casting a heated glare at Darien. Each powerful thrust created a slapping sound, and Darien, burying his face between her thighs, shot a fierce glare back at Lennon.

Their eyes sparked with a murderous intent towards each other.

It wasn’t that they were unaware of each other’s presence. They knew about Regina sleeping with both of them. That was nothing new, as they had shared the woman in their past lives as well.

But witnessing it up close was another matter entirely; it twisted their insides and ignited a primal fury.

With every squelching sound from their wet flesh colliding, Lennon felt an overwhelming urge to scorch Darien with his smoking device. At the same time, Darien was overwhelmed with the desire to sever Lennon’s lower half every time Regina let out a muffled moan.

Only Regina didn’t know the tension between the two men.

Eventually, they both turned their gazes away from each other, realizing that there was no point in continuing to watch something they couldn’t change. They decided to focus on the lovely scene before them instead.

As Lennon rubbed the smoking device against the luxurious seat made from the finest leather, he cupped Regina’s head, who was still sucking him.

“You’ve gotten used to it by now, haven’t you? Miss Heather has a knack for using your body.”

He slowly withdrew his member, a thick shaft slick with saliva emerging from her stretched lips. Just as the tip caught at the back of her throat, he pushed back in.

The ridges of his girthy length scraped against her throat as it slid inside again, causing her to tremble.

While it wasn’t overwhelmingly painful for a Swordmaster like her, the sensation was undeniably strange. Each time the thick shaft exited her throat only to plunge back in, her mind began to swirl, slowly adjusting to the fullness of it all.