"What is that sound?" a female voice called out from the window below, "It's coming from Lady Rochefort's room."
Lucian felt her leg tense on his shoulder, and her grip on his hair tightened. He couldn't see anything beyond her body, but he could imagine the horror on the maids face if she saw this.
He reached for Celine's hand, his fingers entwining with hers, trying to pull her back, but she refused to move, and kicked him in the chest. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him groan into her folds.
He shook his head when she was ready to force him into making a sound again, mouthing a 'Please' to her.
Her eyes bore into his, "Then touch yourself harder, both your front and back, or I will make you scream," she hushed back, "with my name on your lips."
He made a 'I will never forgive you for this' expression, and reached behind himself to move the plug, while his other hand continued to work on his erection. He hoped the act would be enough to keep her from doing anything crazy.
There was still a sense of trust he had in his lover, and despite the shame of the situation, he didn't think she would expose them.
It was just the way she messed with him that he couldn't get used to. The feeling of being at her mercy and the lack of control was frightening. He hated the helplessness, but she had a way of making him free-fall into it and enjoy the ride at the same time.
He was slowly getting used to the plug, his shaft was leaking more and his mind was beginning to haze over from the pleasure.
Celine turned around to look down the window, using her sleeve to hide her smeared lipstick, "What are doing? Sneaking around the property at night?"
The maid gasped, "La-Lady Rochefort! You're awake... I'm sorry for disturbing you... I heard a bell from your room."
Celine leaned more over the window, her naked bottom on full display for Lucian. The shameless woman made a sound of confusion, then looked over her shoulder at Lucian with her blue eyes, "My cat's collar, probably. Nothing you need to worry about. Stop eavesdropping and get back to your duties."
"Y-yes, My Lady," the footsteps ran away, "I apologize."
Celine's eyes didn't leave Lucian's kneeling sight as the maid left, and she returned to her position.
She hung her left leg over his shoulder and spread her folds with her fingers, giving him a better view of the flushed, swollen flesh, "You perform better under pressure, don't you?"
He refused to answer and bit the inside of her thigh instead, refusing to lick her flower with a pout.
"Aw, you are being whiny like a little child again," she untied the front of her blouse, revealing the brassiere holding up her breasts, "Would you like to suck on something to calm down?"
She pushed the middle part of the brassiere down, freeing her right breast, her fingers pinching her nipple, a liquid leaking from the tip.
The liquid dripped down her skin, making Lucian mouth water.
"You will have to show yourself if you want it," she said, her hand moving to her other breast, giving him a double show of her pinching and pulling, "You should hurry before I stop leaking. Not sure how long my body will think I'm breastfeeding."
Lucian stood up. The sound of the bell rang in the night air before he yanked it off and threw it away.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her into his arms, their bodies pressed together, his shaft rubbing against her stomach.
His fingers dug into her buttcheek as he used his shoulder to close the window, "I don't want to let anyone else listen to your moans, or see expressions that are meant only for me, My Lady. Not even the moon and the stars."
He threw her a bit higher so he could reach her breast, his mouth latching on to the leaking nipple, "And what did I say about wasting food?"
She knew he hated wasting food and continued to provoke him by squeezing her other breast.
"Ah, you..." her words died into a moan when he pulled at the curtains to cover the window and pressed her back against it. He squeezed both her breasts, making her nipples almost touch each other as he began to suck on them, taking in the taste of the milky desert.
She gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders, "The collar... put it back on."
He slid with her to the floor, not letting go of her breasts, and searched for the collar with his hand. When he found it, he threw it in the darkest corner of the room.
She sighed in disappointment as his strength began to seep out of his body, making him go lax on top of her, his body getting heavy.
"You don't care about gaining my trust, do you?" She pushed his heavy body to the side, making him flop to the floor next to her. She straddled his hips, grinding her wetness against his erection before it could soften completely, "Mm, I guess I have to take what I want by force, as usual."
She raised herself to align the base of his shaft between her folds, moving her hips back and forth to coat him with her juices.
She held his shaft in place and stroked him, her head thrown back in pleasure. The pins that were holding her hair up began to slip and fall, her dark hair tumbling down her back.
She was the image of a fallen angel, too beautiful for him to handle, and he was forced to watch her from below, his body unresponsive to her movement, yet still able to feel his lower muscles burn from the pleasure she was giving him.
"Mmh..." Celine's hips moved faster, using him to reach her high.
Her hand continued to pump him while she rubbed against the base of his shaft, her legs beginning to shake.
"Hah...you...are growing harder... mm," she leaned over him, planting her hands on the side of his head, and ground her hips back and forth, her breasts swaying in front of his face. "Who is a pervert now? Getting turned on by watching me...getting off...with your limb body─ nghh!"
Lucian could feel her folds spasming around his shaft. He wasn't inside her, but close enough to feel her warm juices gush out and wet his balls.
"Hah…hah…" She stilled above him, her chest heaving, and her arms trembling. She collapsed on top of him, her heart beating loudly against his chest.
The effect of the curse was lifted, and his body was free to move again. Her body was still sensitive from her orgasm, and she twitched when he moved.
He pressed her tights together, making them trap his shaft between them. He then lifted her hips up, pulling back, and pushed in, thrusting himself between her legs.
"Ah, ha," she laughed, her body being rocked by his thrusts, "You knew what would happen...yet you still... hahh, took off the collar."
He panted, using the lubrication from her release to move faster, his hips meeting her thighs. His hands grabbed her butt cheeks, and squeezed them before he collapsed again.
He was so close, her inner thighs were hugging his shaft just right.
She stood up and opened the curtain, letting the moonlight shine on him, "Your parents will be so disappointed in you," she teased, "Look at you, writhing on the floor, chasing after your orgasm with the most hated woman in the kingdom. How far you have fallen from grace."
Her foot moved to his shaft, and Lucian tried to curl up and hide his shame, but she held his thighs down with her other foot, keeping him spread before the night sky.
She stroked him with her foot, moving it up and down, then pressed her heel against his balls, making him groan. "You have a long way to go before you can reject my whims, Lucian. Now give me a good show."
She kept rubbing the base of her foot against his balls and shaft until his back arched. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he shook from the intensity of the orgasm.
The accumulated seeds continued to spourt, making him bite into his lips to keep himself quiet. Her feet pushed against his orgasm, prolonging it, making him leak even more, a cry of bliss vibrating in his throat.
His hand moved to his face to cover it as her face came closer to his, her lips claiming his in a kiss. She stole his breath and swallowed his moans, only leaving him with a sense of euphoria.
She finally seemed satisfied and released him from the kiss. She went to pick up the bell from the corner, then sat back down on his lap.
She rang the bell next to his ear, as if telling him that it was useless to try and escape his fate, "Let's see how much you can endure until you beg me to put it back on you."