’I’m a noble, not so desperate slut... but he’s turned into this.’ Her fingers grazed her inner thigh, so close to her soaked pussy, her breath catching. ’I can’t. Not now.’ But the need was unbearable, her clit throbbing, begging for release.
"Don’t worry, Xavier," Seraphina whispered, her voice soft, trembling with raw lust and sothing heavier, deeper. "I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back for you. I need you, that much I’ve realised right now’
Her heart pounded, her pussy still dripping, throbbing from the mory of his tongue, his hands, his thick cock.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and hell, it was true. She was hooked, addicted, her mind screaming she couldn’t live without him. Not as her gigolo— as her man.
She couldn’t think straight.
The carriage rocked gently, the plush velvet seat soft against her thighs, but it did nothing to ease the fire between her legs.
Her pussy was soaked, her clit pulsing, begging for relief. She really wanted to wait, to hold out until she could have Xavier’s cock inside her, but the need was too much.
’Fuck it,’ she thought, her face flushing with sha and desire. ’I can’t wait.’
Her hand slipped under her dress, fingers grazing her slick thighs, finding her dripping pussy. She plunged one finger into her tight, wet heat, imagining it was Xavier’s thick, veined cock stretching her, filling her.
"Ahh~ The relief~" she moaned, voice low, breathy, her finger pumping slow, then faster, mimicking the way she wanted him to fuck her.
Her pussy clenched around her finger, so wet, so needy, the slick sounds filling the carriage. She pictured Xavier above her, his hard body pressing her down, his cock drilling deep, hitting every spot that made her scream.
Her other hand cupped her heavy tit, squeezing, teasing her nipple through the silk, still sensitive from his mouth.
’He sucked so good,’ she thought, her pussy gushing, her finger not enough but still so fucking good. ’I’m such a slut for him.’
Her mind was a haze, replaying his tongue on her clit, swirling, sucking, sending electric shocks through her. His hands groping her tits, kneading them, his thumbs flicking her hard nipples until she moaned his na. And his cock—God, that nine-inch monster, thick and throbbing, pulsing in her mouth. She wanted it inside her, stretching her pussy, fucking her senseless until she was a trembling ss.
’I need him,’ she thought, her finger pumping faster, her hips bucking, chasing release. ’He’s turned into this. I was a noble, now I’m his whore.’
Her orgasm hit fast, a sharp, shuddering wave, her pussy clenching hard around her finger, juices soaking her hand, her thighs.
She gasped, biting her lip to keep quiet, her body trembling as the pleasure ripped through her.
’Not enough,’ she thought, panting, her clit still throbbing, her body still craving Xavier. She fixed her dress, smoothing the silk over her curves, her fingers brushing her sensitive nipples, sending another jolt to her core. She adjusted her hair, trying to look composed, but her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy with need.
"How long until we reach the council headquarters?" she called, voice steady despite the heat still burning in her veins.
"Just a few minutes, my Lady," the rider’s respectful voice ca from outside, calm and professional, oblivious to the filthy thoughts consuming her.
Seraphina sighed, leaning back, her pussy still tingling, her mind on Xavier.
’The faster the better,’ she thought, her heart racing with anticipation.
’This eting’s important, but fuck, I’d rather be on my back, Xavier’s cock buried in .’ She clenched her thighs, trying to suppress the ache, but it was useless.
He’d awakened sothing in her, turned her slight curiosity about sex into a raging, insatiable hunger.
’I’ll be back soon, Xavier,’ she thought, her lips curving into a small, wicked smile
****
anwhile, back at her place, Xavier — completely oblivious to what he’d done to Seraphina — was bored out of his mind, so he decided to take a stroll. His cock still buzzed from Seraphina’s mouth, but his mind was already hunting for more.
He wandered through the mansion, the polished floors gleaming, the air thick with that rich, perfud scent. His steps led him to the bathroom, the door cracked open just enough to give him a peek.
’Jackpot,’ he thought, his grin turning wicked.
Inside, Celene was bent over a washbasin, her curvy figure hugged by that tight maid outfit. Her hips swayed as she scrubbed, her massive tits straining against the fabric, buttons begging to pop.
She was washing Seraphina’s clothes, her hands moving quick, but then she paused. Her eyes locked on a piece of cloth—his cloth.
Xavier’s grin widened. ’Oh, this is gonna be fun.’
Celene’s cheeks flushed as she picked up his pants, glancing around like a thief.
She brought them to her nose, inhaling deep, her eyes fluttering shut.
"His manly scent is so intoxicating," she muttered, her voice soft, trembling.
"I can’t get enough..." Her face burned redder, her thighs pressing together.
Xavier’s cock twitched, his mind racing. ’She’s sniffing my fucking clothes?’
anwhile, Celene’s thoughts drifted to the loud moans she’d heard earlier, Seraphina’s cries echoing when she’d knocked to remind her of the council eting.
’Is he doing ’that’ to her?’ she thought, biting her lip, her pussy tingling.
’Must feel so good, her moaning like that...’ Her heart raced, sha mixing with need. ’Could he do that to ? No, I shouldn’t covet him, I’m just a servant. He’s Lady Seraphina’s man.’
"Sex must be really good," she whispered, blushing harder. "I wonder if it’s true."
"Hmm, of course it’s true," Xavier said, his voice low, teasing, as he leaned against the doorfra.
Celene jumped, spinning around, her face red. His devilish grin made her heart pound, his handso face too much for her maiden nerves.
"W-What are you doing with my clothes, I wonder?" he asked, stepping closer, his eyes glinting with mischief.
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