Final Regression of The Legendary Swordmaster Chapter 68

Edward didn’t speak at first. He never did when he didn’t have to. Instead, he watched her—the way her full lips parted slightly when she caught him staring, the way her curvy hips shifted just a fraction under his scrutiny. She was still in her maid’s uniform, the black fabric clinging to her in all the right places, the buttons straining just enough over her chest to tease. His fingers twitched at his sides, already imagining the way they’d feel undoing each one.

Then, without warning, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them in two long strides. His hand lifted, palm rough against the softness of her skin as he cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. Fiona’s breath stuttered, her lashes fluttering as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip, pulling it down just slightly. Just like in his previous regressions, she didn’t resist his desires. She never did. But now, her eyes showed something different—a flicker of defiance.

"You seem distracted," he said quietly, his voice deep, making her shiver.

"M-Master, I—"

He didn’t let her finish. His mouth crashed onto hers, a kiss that was all heat and demand, his tongue pushing past her lips with a possessive growl. Fiona melted against him, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance as he deepened it, his teeth nipping at her lower lip before soothing the sting with another slow, wet stroke of his tongue. She tasted like tea and something sweet, something uniquely her, and it made his already hardened cock twitch.

His hands didn’t stay still for long. One slid down to grip her waist, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly what she did to him, while the other moved upward, fingers deftly working at the first button of her uniform. The fabric parted just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, the lace of her chemise clinging to her damp skin. Fiona gasped into his mouth when his thumb grazed over her nipple through the thin material, the bud already hard, already begging for more.

But then her hand shot up, gripping his wrist before he could undo another.

Edward pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his own filled with lust. "You haven’t answered," she whispered, her voice trembling but her eyes steady. "Do you find me attractive?"

That question. The question she asked before her mouth graced his cock. She had sucked him in other to convince him that she’s worth his time, his attention, his strength and all, but there’s something she doesn’t know. Edward is acting only on his desires not in a quest to seek love, it doesn’t mean that Fiona would be an open book, no, it means that Fiona would belong only to him, but she shouldn’t expect a reciprocal of attention. Edward can’t reciprocate the love, at least in his previous regressions he did, but after so many deaths, he saw absolutely no meaning in doing so.

Then, a slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips. He didn’t answer. Instead, he let his free hand trail down her side, his fingers tracing the dip of her waist before settling on her hip, squeezing just hard enough to make her whimper. "You’re asking that again?"

Fiona’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. "I want to hear you say it."

Edward’s grip on her chin tightened, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh just beneath her lip. "You’re standing here, half-undressed, moaning into my mouth, and you’re asking if I find you attractive?" His voice was a thick with amusement and something darker, something that made her thighs clench together. "Look at me, Fiona." His other hand slid up, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking just enough to make her gasp. "Do you feel what you did to me?"

She did. His cock was a thick, insistent ridge against her stomach. Her breath hitched, her fingers flexing against his wrist before—slowly—she let go.

That was all the permission he needed.

In one swift motion, Edward tore the rest of her buttons open, the fabric parting with a sharp rip as he yanked it aside. Her chemise followed, the lace giving way under his impatient hands, baring her to him completely. Her breasts were full, heavy, the nipples a deep, flushed pink, already pebbled and aching. He didn’t waste time. His mouth crashed down over one, his tongue swirling around the tight bud before he sucked it between his lips, hard.

"Mmm—oh!" Fiona’s head fell back, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on her, his free hand kneading the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she was panting. Every pull of his mouth sent a jolt straight to her core, her hips rocking helplessly against nothing, her pussy already slick and throbbing. "Master, p-please—"

He switched to the other breast, his teeth grazing over the sensitive peak before he soothed it with another slow, wet suck. His hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, his fingers finding the damp heat between her thighs without hesitation.

Fiona couldn’t form words. She could only moan, her body arching into his touch as his fingers teased her entrance, circling her clit before dipping inside just enough to make her whimper. "Master—please—"

He didn’t let her finish. With a growl, he spun her around, pressing her front against the wall. The cool wood bit into her heated skin, her breath fogging the polished surface as his body caged her in from behind. His hands were everywhere—one gripping her hip, the other tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the long line of her throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as his cock pressed against the cleft of her ass.

"You want this, don’t you?" His voice was a dark murmur, his hips rolling just enough to let the thick head of his cock slide through her folds, coating himself in her arousal. "You’ve been aching for it all day."

"Y-yes," she gasped, her fingers scrambling against the wall for purchase. "Master, please—"

He didn’t make her beg again.

With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt, stretching her around him in one brutal, claiming stroke. Fiona cried out, her body bowing under the force of it, her walls clenching tight around him as he bottomed out. Edward groaned, his hips snapping back before slamming into her again, his grip on her hip bruising.

Fiona could only moan, her voice breaking on every thrust as he pounded into her, his cock pistoning in and out of her with relentless precision. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with her breathless whimpers and the wet, obscene noises her body made every time he buried himself inside her. "Master—master—" The word became a litany, her nails scraping against the wall as her orgasm coiled tight in her belly, her thighs trembling.

"That’s it," he growled, his hand leaving her hip to slide around her front, his fingers finding her clit. "Cum for me, Fiona. Now."

She shattered with a broken cry, her body locking up as pleasure crashed over her, her pussy fluttering around his cock as she came, her release dripping down her thighs. Edward didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, his own release building as her walls milked him, her moans turning into a breathless, broken chant of his name.

Only when she went limp against the wall, her body spent and trembling, did he finally let himself go, his cock twitching deep inside her as he came with a guttural groan, filling her with thick, hot spurts of cum. His forehead pressed against the back of her shoulder, his breath ragged as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, his hips stuttering against her ass.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their combined panting, the scent of sex thick in the air. Then, slowly, Edward pulled out, his cock glistening with their mixed release. He didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back into his trousers, his fingers trailing over the red marks he’d left on her hips, her thighs.

Fiona sagged against the wall, her legs barely holding her up. She could feel him—dripping out of her, a filthy reminder of what he’d just done to her. Of what she’d let him do.

Edward stepped back, his gaze raking over her one last time before he turned toward the door. "Clean yourself up," he ordered, his voice already back to that cool, detached tone. "And Fiona?"

She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Master?"

His lips curled, just slightly. "You know how attractive you are."

And then he was gone, leaving her there—ruined, aching, and forever his.

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A/N: Another smut scene of this novel, when writing this scene, I contemplated whether I should post it or not, after all, action is the main focus of my story, but still, it doesn’t mean Edward won’t live a desirable life.

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