Chapter 70
Weeks had passed since that day, and I did not behold that belt with the false cock again. Yseldra had cast it aside. She admitted that though it pleased her, it brought her pain in equal measure, and so we procured one of a far smaller size. Just this morning I made use of it upon her whilst she stroked her own cock within the privacy of the washroom.
"Could you not restrain yourself until the evening?" I asked.
Yseldra, that relentless champion of shamelessness, stroked her cock as she kissed and licked at my neck. We were seated within a moving carriage, bound for Millicent's estate.
At first, I sought to keep her lips from my neck, yet her persistence proved most resolute. And so I sat as I was, my gaze at the window blinds while she pleasured herself beside me.
"I cannot help myself," she murmured. "My dear… I neglected to bring any cloth. What, then, shall we do? I am… quite near."
I turned to her, released a quiet sigh, then parted my lips.
She rose at once and guided the tip into my mouth, and in the very same moment her release came, wave upon wave without mercy. I swallowed as swiftly as I was able, almost choking during the process.
When she had finished, it fell to me to tend to what had spilled before her release. I guided my tongue to the base and drew a soft suck, gathering the sticky warmth into my mouth before swallowing. I moved then to the side and did the same, repeating the motion along her length until she was clean. At last, I turned to the crown, my lips and tongue working with gentler care as I drew away the remaining wetness. Yet the more I tended to her, the more gathered beneath my touch, and her cock showed no sign of softening.
I glared at her and she answered me with a smirk.
Her hands took hold of my head, and she pressed the crown against my lips before thrusting within rapidly. "Take it. Haa… mmm… I love fucking your mouth… We must make amends for all the time we have lost."
And so, we did not make it to Millicent's estate.
We found ourselves in a secluded park, my back pressed against the rough bark of a tree, one leg perched upon her shoulder as she drove into my sex with relentless force. Our lips met without restraint, our tongues entwining in a fevered rhythm. Each thrust of her cock sent a sharp, intoxicating pleasure through me.
"Faster," I whispered, the plea slipping from me, breathless and urgent. I was close.
She obeyed at once, her pace turning fierce, each thrust striking deeper as her hands worked swiftly at the laces of my corset. The moment it gave, she seized my breast with a desperate hunger.
"Fuck," she breathed. "I love your tits."
Her hand slid down from my breast and pressed firmly against my stomach. At once, my vision faltered, my eyes rolling back as a wave of sensation crashed through me, so intense that my thoughts dissolved, leaving me adrift in a realm where nothing remained but her and the consuming pleasure she wrought within me.
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Day two of our journey to the Vaneeri estate.
We failed.
Day three.
We failed once more.
Day four.
I hurled my pillow at Yseldra's face.
The sun had yet even risen, and already her hands were upon my breasts. She sought to draw my nightgown from me.
"Control yourself," I said calmly.
She did not. And thus, yet again, we did not reach the Vaneeri estate.
Day five.
I held Aelunira's hand, and she smiled at me with bright delight. We sat together as she recounted one of the stories Yseldra had read to her. Yseldra, for her part, remained across from us, seated in composed ease, one graceful leg crossed over the other, her arms folded. Her gaze found mine, and within it lingered that same mischievous promise.
Yes, I had brought Aelunira with us, and at last, we arrived at the Vaneeri estate.
"Ensure my daughter's safety," Yseldra said to one of her guards after pressing a kiss to Aelunira's brow, then stepping down from the carriage.
Aelunira had been in the midst of a lesson when I took her away, and thus she was to return, for her tutors still awaited her.
I bent and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead. "Thank you for accompanying us here, Aelunira. We shall return shortly."
I stepped down and Yseldra leaned her head back into the carriage. "What would you have me bring back for you, my dear?"
I swiftly nudged her aside with little ceremony, placing myself before our daughter. "I shall bring you something as well. Is there anything you desire?"
Yseldra's rich laughter rang out as she drew me away. "We shall surprise you, Princess," she called over her shoulder, her arm slipping about my waist as she guided me within the estate.
We were led to the second floor, to a drawing room balcony where a most elegant tea table had been prepared. Millicent set aside the document she had been reading and rose to greet me, a gracious smile upon her lips.
"Welcome, Lady Naevia. How do you fare as of late?"
"All is well," I replied, returning her kindness with equal sincerity. "And it is owing in no small part to your generosity."
"I can see the change upon you," she said. "I am truly grateful you have chosen my duchy as your residence, and I am pleased I could be of some assistance, even if only a little."
"Your Grace, you have done far more than a little. You did not merely grant me work, you granted me purpose. Because of you, I have grown as a person."
"Pardon me," Yseldra interjected, her hand closing about my arm as she drew me behind her. "You stand far too close to my beloved."
"Yseldra," I said in a hushed rebuke. "You must apologize to Her Grace at once."
Millicent's gentle expression faded, her features settling into something composed and unreadable as she returned to her seat. "Please, join me."
Yseldra drew me down to sit beside her with an ease that spoke of possession. "By the by, where is Florence, and where are the children?"
"She has gone upon a vacation, and the children have accompanied her," came the reply.
"No wonder all is so calm," Yseldra said lightly. "Ordinarily, Vincent would already be attempting to court me."
I turned my gaze to her, my displeasure plain. I knew well what she sought. Did she truly imagine I would be stirred to jealousy over a child?
She smirked. "Vincent is in love with me."
Vincent was Millicent's firstborn son and heir to House Vaneeri.
"Do not take her words to heart, Lady Naevia," Millicent said with composed grace. "My son is inclined to fall in love with most women he encounters."
Yseldra laughed, unrepentant. "Allow me this small victory. I wished to see Naevia jealous in full measure. She was beginning to show it as well."
I was not.
Millicent gathered a stack of documents and set them before her. "Cease this teasing, Yseldra. Let us attend to the matter at hand. You wish for my assistance in constructing two teleportation portals within Dunverra?"
"Precisely," Yseldra replied, resting her head upon my shoulder.
"You will require four in total."
"Four? For what reason?"
"You cannot enter a portal in Dunverra and emerge directly within one of mine. The distance is considerable. You must construct both an entrance and an exit within each domain."
"That is reasonable. How many stones would be required?"
"A great many. The distance is not slight. Yet I believe it to be a sound endeavor. Not only would Lady Naevia be able to continue her work at the House of Gab, but our business would proceed with far greater efficiency as well." She paused. "More importantly, should you not have returned to Dunverra by now? Is not your birthday celebration in two days?"
"They may celebrate without me."
Their voices faded from my notice as my gaze was drawn to a woman entering the drawing room beyond the glass door. She bore long, rare hair of pure white, and her eyes held me at once. I had never beheld their like. One was a vivid violet, the other a softer hue of the same shade. Those mismatched eyes lent her an air of quiet mystery.
She, too, looked upon me as she approached. She paused briefly at the glass door before stepping out to join us.