Hearing the sad implication of what Seinnissia said, is not what enraptures my attention, but her comnt about leaving the Lyceum for a few days, making realize an obvious fact.
{I’m not in an educational institution}.
The Lyceum is a collection of courses called Lessons. They’re not compulsory or required, since this facility is in reality a factory of Freelancers, Explorers and Adventures with rcenary and Bounty Hunter tendencies added to the mix.
{The Mirror really sold a different idea of this whole operation, and no one correct , because i never mind enough to ask}.
I turn my head to the side, kissing Seinnissia without prior warning, leaving her breathless, and dispatching her away with a dry smack to her bountiful firm buttocks.
She looks back at , biting her sensuous plump lips, observing with a passion that portrays how anxious she is for the next intimate encounter we will have.
Seeing my Fiancée departure, i speak to the air. "Who is spying now, Barking Bitch?".
"It wasn’t my intention, Lustful Beast!". Ines retorts with fleeting anger, calming herself as she reduces the distance. "In Trok’Gayian. I promised to compensate you, and i have a way to do it". She gives a scroll. "It has locations of interest that can help you to access a longer period of preparation, so you can go out victorious in your pending confrontation at the Coliseum. With this, we are even".
She departs, and i only can guess a handful of reasons for her attitude, as it’s beco clear to , that all Houses tend to keep certain information hidden.
Uninterested in the Lyceum’s «Lessons», i move to the Library, searching for the woman who is not at the reception.
Walking through the shelves i found Cresseida accommodating various books, not minding my presence, even when i am standing literally behind her.
Before she can turn around, i embrace her with my left arm, while clasping her mouth using my right. Roughly suppressing her, as i lick and peck her vulnerable nape, imitating the kiss we share yesterday.
Her piercing and stern gaze is reflected through the cristal of her glasses, fueling her with opposite feelings. Sha at not noticing , and Lust due to the sa factor, relaxing her posture, performing gentle, tickling nibbles on my palm.
I release Cresseida’s mouth, lowering my hand to her neck, guiding her to rge our lips in a short kiss.
"That wasn’t nice, Young Gentleman". She admonishes with serious intonation, though her following peck diminishes the severity of her scolding.
"Is that so?. Then. Let be «Nice» with you Cresseida".
I tense my grip on her neck, firmly turning her around, pushing her back against the shelf.
Trailing my right hand down, i cup a feel of the woman’s breast. My left is simultaneously lifting her skirt up, stopping at her waist.
Crouching down, i lower, and take off her skimpy, damped, laced black panties, seeing Cresseida’s sex, who has recently shaved her pubic hair, having almost smooth skin, because an arrow is pointing to her pussy.
{No. It’s a «V». What a beautiful sight, branding herself for my sake...}.
My smirk talks on my behalf, and her crimson, frustrated blush responds in kind.
{Cresseida must be expecting this since yesterday, perhaps she wait in her bedroom for my arrival, believing i would barge in to have my way with her during the night}.
Reducing the distance, i tease her, exhaling a hot breath above her vagina, baiting a lick towards her clit, only to move higher, kissing her lower navel, midway between her pussy knob, and her belly button.
She moans loudly, the noise being too high for a Library. So i employ her panties as a makeshift ball of cloth, shoving it in her mouth like a gag, to muffle her passionate unbidden screams.
She can’t help but moan strongly, more so as my mouth joins the fray of the battle, delving into her trench, nibbling, and fingering her pussy.
Cresseida’s hand flies to her mouth, muffling further her lewd whimpers, as an unannounced jolt of pleasure cleaves through her cervix, weakening her posture, buckling her knees montarily, threatening with collapse. Though she harnesses her resolution, jerking her hips jerk forward, as her second hand assist her in silencing her horny moans.
An adequate decision, because my fingers brushing her vulva, get imdiately soaked when i bite her little bean, provoking her honey pond to overflow with sexy secretions that are neutralized with my Lube.
The powerful orgasm makes her breath ragged, fast, hot and uneven. Because my mouth doesn’t stop, becoming more active and insistent, devouring Cresseida’s pussy with ravenous hunger
Grabbing her inner thighs to support her, i don’t cease the relentless licks that unleash a second series of strong uncontrollable goosebumps across her womanly silhouette, overloading Cresseida’s mind with the bliss of a new climax, bumping her hips forward to experience more imdiate gratification.
The lust and desire in her green reptilian eyes is driving her beyond crazy, worsening when i change the tempo, dragging my tongue extrely slowly, the jolt she senses is barely sufficient to keep her in the verge of a third orgasm.
Pleading eyes are always nice to see, but that doesn’t occur, instead an unexpected outco unfolds.
Her hand drops low, twisting my indigo hair, exploding in a marvelous squirt that quenches my thirst with her stream.
{Dumb . How could i forget about the fetish won of Loutharn have with «Pure Hair»...}.
Every stroke continues sending shocks of pleasure up her spine, the Library’s quietness provoking a dim echo with Cresseida’s shaky gasps, muffled against her own underwear.
Yet, my tongue circles Cresseida’s clit, jerking against with trembling legs, but i hold her, preventing her fall.
Issuing a fourth climax that hits her harder than the previous ones, squirming from the added oversensitivity, clamping her fleshy thighs around my head.
"You are «Bad», Young Gentleman". She says breathlessly.
I chuckle. "Then let’s forget about being «Nice», and help to beco «Good»". I suggest, delving again into her intimate, moistened folds...
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