Chapter 183: Manipulating a Woman in Distress? Easy! ( 18)
Late into the night, Kaiser was in the guest room assigned to visitors, absorbed in writing a report on his county. The silence was disturbed only by the regular scratching of his quill on the paper. Suddenly, a discreet sound interrupted his concentration... soone was knocking at his door.
*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
He set down his quill, rose with a certain weariness, and headed to the entrance. When he opened it, he found Dyana on the threshold, dressed in a light red nightgown whose diaphanous texture hinted at the shapes of her body.
’Wow! So fast? Is she that ntally broken?’
She wore no bra, and her breasts, visibly bare beneath the fabric, drew clear outlines in the dimness of the corridor. Kaiser remained silent for a mont, surprised by her presence and her attire.
"May I co in?" Dyana asked in a low voice.
Kaiser took a few seconds to reply, as if erging from a distant thought. "Ah... yes, of course," he finally agreed, pulling himself together.
He stepped aside to let her pass, then closed the door behind her with a soft click. The room, until then studious, suddenly felt smaller and more intimate.
"What brings you here at such a late hour?" he asked.
Dyana did not look at him right away. Her eyes road the room, seeming to examine it before settling on him. "I’ve been having trouble sleeping for several nights, but tonight it’s even worse than usual," she explained, an imperceptible tremor in her voice.
"I see," he replied soberly. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "And the duke? Where is he tonight?"
"He’s not here," she said, slowly shaking her head. "He decided to sleep elsewhere. Since Isabella’s death, nothing is right anymore. Randal is becoming more and more distant and violent." She spoke those last words with a weariness tinged with fear.
’I see... The second she tries to bla the duke by coming here. She ca to cheat on her husband.’
Kaiser furrowed his brows, looking vexed: "So you’re implying that I’m a substitute for the duke?" he asked, a hint of coldness in his tone.
Dyana turned sharply toward him, eyes wide. "N-no!" she hurried to refute. "That’s not it, it’s just that..."
"No," Kaiser cut her off, interrupting her explanation. "Listen to . The fact that I have feelings for you doesn’t give you the right to manipulate . I hate seeing you suffer, that’s true, but I hate even more being used as a ans of comfort."
"You misunderstand!" she retorted, her voice now higher, trembling with an emotion she could no longer contain. "I... I love you, truly. That’s precisely why I refuse to drag you into my situation. I don’t want you to suffer because of ."
As she spoke those words, she drew closer and nestled against his chest, burying her face against him. After a mont, she raised her eyes, her gaze wet and searching for his. "But I want you, despite everything. I refuse... no, I desire to be yours, Kaiser. Even if... just tonight, I don’t want to think about anything else..."
Kaiser opened his mouth to protest, but she gently placed a finger on his lips.
"Please, let
have this night," she begged, her voice returning to an imploring murmur. "Just this once. If tomorrow you decide never to see
again, I’ll accept it. But for tonight, please... make
happy."
A long silence settled, broken only by Dyana’s hurried breathing. Kaiser observed her for a mont. Then, slowly, he placed his hands on either side of her face, his fingers gently sinking into her hair.
’All it took was begging, Dyana~. Manipulating a woman in distress? Easy!’
Without another word, he tilted his head and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Dyana responded imdiately, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his body against hers. The kiss deepened then, becoming more intense; her tongue sought his, and the outside world seed to dissolve montarily in the heat of this embrace.
Kaiser caressed her while his tongue explored her mouth. Gradually, muffled moans began to escape Dyana’s lips.
"Mmmh... K-Kaiser..."
His hand slid down her spine, then settled on the curve of her buttocks. He kneaded them firmly, squeezing them, molding them in his palms. The muscles contracted under his fingers.
"Ah!" Dyana let out, surprised by the boldness of the gesture.
Then he moved his right hand upward, sliding over her ribs until it rested on her right breast. His palm enveloped the firm flesh before his fingers pinched and rolled the already hardened nipple.
"Haaahn!" The cry was higher-pitched, a mix of surprise and budding pleasure that made her instinctively arch her back, offering more of her chest to his assault.
Without a word, Kaiser then grasped her by the backs of her thighs and lifted her off the ground. She clung to his shoulders, a small "Ouh!" of surprise escaping her lips. He carried her a few steps to the massive desk, setting her weight down with a light bump against the wood. He spread her legs and crouched before her.
His gaze fixed on her vulva, vivid pink, already glistening with wetness. It visibly throbbed, contracting in spasms. He first brushed the swollen clitoris with the tip of his index finger.
"Aaah... wait..." Dyana moaned, her fingers clenching the edge of the desk.
But he did not wait. After a few circular caresses that made more nectar bead, soaking his fingers and leaving a small dark mark on the wood, he dove in. His tongue gave a long stroke from bottom to top, tasting her essence.
"Hiiii! My Seraph! ..." Dyana cried out, head thrown back.
While he licked and sucked voraciously, he slipped two fingers inside her without warning. Dyana’s body stiffened then surrendered.
"Yes... yes, like that... Mmmph, ah, ah!" Her moans accelerated, becoming panting. Her hips began to roll, seeking to deepen the penetration. "I... I’m going to..."
The pleasure, too long repressed, rose in her like a wave. Her body tensed like a bow, her feet stretched, toes curled. A long hoarse moan, "Gnnnaaaah!
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