"'Endure'? What do you mean 'endure'? Endure what? What are you–"
The Demon Queen smiled, her mischievously evil grin unwavering as she shushed me with a finger, crouching down and sinking beneath the table. Before I could ask her what she was doing down there, Lyra appeared, holding the comically large blue leatherbound tome with the large golden letters on the front cover: Basics of Noble Houses.
"She had it in a box of other journals and stuff!" Lyra shouted as she rounded the large dinner table, returning to her seat across from me with an audible plop. "You know, your girlfriend's room is pretty tidy."
"Y-yeah, I guess so," I stammered, doing my best to keep my eyes off of Isobel. Just what was she doing down there?
"Alright, Lloyd," Lyra began, flipping open the book with a soft creak. "I don't think I need to read through the whole thing, do I? The table of contents is huge! I think I'm just gonna skip to the glossary. Isobel won't mind, right?"
I cautioned a glance between Isobel and Lyra before finally answering a nonchalant, "I doubt it. We can just ask her to explain it all anyway when she gets back." Below, Isobel gave me a look of playful incredulity. I leaned forward at the table, hands resting on my cheeks in an effort to convince myself Isobel wasn't there. "Now, let's get to it. Where do you wanna start?"
Lyra beamed. "With the definition of the Quintessential Quartet!" She chuckled before putting on a "proper" voice. "Ahem. The foundation of any successful Noble House is the Quintessential Quartet. They provide balance: four key roles that keep everything from crumbling."
"How stu–... u-um… studious of you."
Out of nowhere, Isobel's fingers yanked my trousers open with an impatient tug, freeing my cock. Her hot breath breezed over the sensitive skin as she dragged her tongue flat along the bottom of my length, slow and deliberate, from base to tip. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing my face to stay neutral as Lyra droned on.
"What?"
"N-nothing. Go on…"
"O-okay… Let's just move on to Advisors, shall we?" Lyra said, her tone dipping just a fraction, like she'd swallowed mid-sentence. She cleared her throat lightly. "They are exactly what the name suggests: trusted counselors to the Lord and Lady of the House. They offer guidance on decisions, politics, alliances... and they oversee the day-to-day operations to ensure the House runs like clockwork. Without one, you will surely crumble."
Isobel's lips parted then, enveloping the head of my cock in wet heat. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the ridge, teasing the opening where my precum beaded. My thighs tensed, a low throb building in my balls as she took me deeper, inch by inch, her mouth stretching around my girth. She hummed, a vibration that shot straight to my stomach, and I had to clench my jaw to stifle a groan. Her purple eyes locked on mine from below, challenging me to break, to lose that one-word challenge she'd given me to endure.
I shifted in my seat, pretending to adjust for comfort, but really just to thrust subtly into that sinful warmth. She rewarded me by hollowing her cheeks, sucking harder, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn't yet reach. Saliva coated my shaft, dripping down to her knuckles as she bobbed, slow and torturous, her messy bun bobbing with the motion.
Lyra turned a page, her breath seeming a touch shorter. "N-next... Paladins," she continued, the word catching ever so slightly on her tongue. She paused, golden eyes flicking to the text. "They are the muscle of every Noble House–it's strongest guardians. They bear responsibility and oversight in matters of security, training of the House's elite, and, should it be required, war strategems. Think of them as your unbreakable shield. They patrol the estates, vet visitors, and crush any threats before they reach the family."
Isobel picked up her pace, her head moving faster now, lips sliding down until her nose brushed my abdomen. She took me in me effortlessly, throat contracting around my length in rhythmic swallows that made my vision blur. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to send sparks up my spine. I could feel her teeth grazing ever so lightly, a teasing threat, while her tongue pressed flat against the vein pulsing along my dick. Sweat beaded on my forehead; I wiped it away, nodding along with Lyra's oration as if absorbing every word she spoke.
"That… s-sounds important," Lyra added, her voice breathier than before, a faint hitch as she shifted in her chair. She pressed on, fingers tracing the page. "Alright. Next: I-Instructors… They oversee all matters of training and tutelage. Maids, butlers, artisans, soldiers. Each are molded into efficient, loyal members of the House."
Under the table, Isobel's free hand clawed at my thigh, nails digging in as she took me in with renewed vigor. She pulled back with an unnervingly loud pop, only to dive down again, slurping loud enough that I feared Lyra would notice, even if she looked completely oblivious. Strings of spit connected her lips to my throbbing head when she paused to lick broad stripes up the shaft, savoring me like a hot meal. Her purple eyes burned with amusement, knowing she was breaking me down. My hips bucked involuntarily, and she pinned me down with her weight, forcing me to take the torment without relief. I exhaled sharply, disguising it as a thoughtful hum.
"Lastly," Lyra said, her voice wavering on the edge of a stutter, "Prodigies. These are the stars: high-level recruits scouted for their raw talent. They bring glory to the House through completing High-Level Quests, winning in tournaments, impressing the world with– ahh~" Lyra paused, taking a fist to her mouth. "Sorry! I thought I was about to… sneeze!"
"N-no worries…" I somehow managed to respond through the torture.
Lyra smiled. "I was at the end anyway. Achievements that elevate your status among the nobility. Nurture them, and they will grow into flowers that bloom in your Noble House's garden."
She closed the book with a soft thud, golden eyes lifting to meet mine. But I couldn't hold her gaze. The pressure coiled too tight in my gut; Isobel's relentless assault–sucking, licking, twisting her fist around the wet base–pushed me to the brink. I dropped my head to the table, forehead resting on my folded arms, one hand extending out across the wood in a desperate attempt to keep it together.
Glancing down, I saw Isobel in full frenzy. Her purple eyes were wild, her black bun frayed, and her mouth devouring my cock like it was her lifeline. She grinned around my length, teeth flashing, before plunging deep again, gagging softly but not stopping.
"Lloyd? You alright? You've been quiet." Lyra's voice pulled me back, laced with concern. Her hand found mine, warm and steady, squeezing gently.
I lifted my head just enough, forcing words past the lump in my throat. "Yeah... just o-overwhelmed. It's a lot to take in."
"I know it is, Lloyd, but we're in this together. We can learn on the job, right?"
We sat in silence after that, her fingers interlacing with mine. Isobel's pace increased even more. She bobbed furiously, tongue lashing the bottom of my cock as she milked me with her mouth, clearly eager to get what she wanted from me.
…And so, she got it.
I came hard, hips twitching as ropes of cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, her purple eyes locked on mine in triumph. Lyra's grip on my hand tightened, squeezing in time with my spasms as her breath quickened.
When the waves subsided, Lyra released my hand with a soft pat. "O-okay… Do you mind if I look for the bathroom? I-I've been holding it for a while." She murmured, voice husky, cheeks pink as she gave me a pleading look. "Plus, I think you could use some time to yourself."
I nodded and waved a dismissal hand, unable to speak lest my voice betray how I was feeling. Lyra smiled shakily, stood from the table, and darted off.