Luciefer (3)
No matter how meticulously you kept yourself clean, that distinctive scent of genitals was impossible to erase entirely. Even in the modern era, where hygiene was policed and every cleanser under the sun was at hand, it lingered — so the Middle Ages? Need I even say it. The stench was simply inevitable. Perhaps I ought to take comfort in the fact that it wasn't quite as vile as I'd braced myself for.
"Hngk, hngh."
On top of that, Rihart was generously thatched down there, which made things inconvenient in any number of ways. It was, in short, absolutely not an environment suited to performing fellatio.
I panted for air as if my life depended on it. But his cock was stabbing down my throat, my airway sealed shut — with no room to breathe properly, the blood rushed to my face. It was sheer hell.
Time and again I tried to spit out Rihart's cock, and time and again his overbearing hands stopped me. Was it really so entertaining to watch? The sight of me suffering?
"Ghhk, gheh, ughk, kk!"
As the seconds dragged on, the oxygen feeding my brain began to run dry. My vision clouded hazy, and my thoughts went dull.
Schlup, chup.
Even as my breath was leaving me, Rihart kept rocking his hips, driving back and forth. His moving cock stabbed at my uvula over and over, and every time it was touched, an unbearable urge to retch surged up my throat.
"Ughk."
Riding the wave of nausea, I tried once more to force him out — and once more he refused to allow it. Rihart, without a shred of mercy.
Should I just bite down hard, right here and now?
I was desperate enough that even that extreme thought crossed my mind. Through the blurring of my vision, I became aware of Rihart's eyes fixed on me. Was my scarlet-flushed face really such a fine sight? A subtle heat smoldered in his gaze — the gaze of a man expecting my defiance, my resistance. Seeing it snapped me back to my senses as if I'd been doused in cold water. Who said I'd do as you pleased? I'd rather die first.
"Your mouth is good for something. No — should I say your throat is?"
As if to make a mockery of that resolve, Rihart drew his cock out of my mouth. Starved of oxygen, I gulped down air the instant my throat was freed.
"Khhk, kkh, kehhek, huhk, ugh."
Needless to say, I hacked up coughs the whole way through, as if something had torn loose inside me. Rihart stroked my head, looking positively delighted with me.
"You held out well. And Lucie looks rather pretty with a cock in her mouth, too."
Was that supposed to be a compliment? I could only stare at him, a touch dumbfounded. Unfortunately, he meant every word — his face said, in all sincerity, that he found me commendable. And maybe that was exactly why the situation felt more degrading than anything, more humiliating than I could bear. It was as if what dignity I had as a human being was being trampled flat and defaced before my eyes. My vow to endure this to the end, my will to protect Karen — I could feel them crumbling, little by little.
More than anything, I was furious. The spectacle I made of myself — feeling at his whim, coming at his whim, weeping, pleading, groveling — was too unsightly to stomach. Biting down on my lower lip, I let a tangle of indignation churn inside me.
Yet even meeting that hostile glare, Rihart showed not a hint of discomfort; he simply broke into a bright smile.
"You can be happy now. That's two you can come to with an easy mind, isn't it?"
The count was back up to three. But there was no relief in it — only a fresh wave of tension. Couldn't he make me come whenever he pleased? It certainly seemed he'd finished mapping out where I felt it, and exactly which parts of me were weak.
"That's not a happy face, though?"
"I'm delighted."
"Well, that's a relief, then."
Rihart crouched down to meet my eyes — then gave my shoulders a light push with both hands.
"Ah—?"
With a groan, I toppled over backward. At some point he had pushed aside the lower half of my maid uniform, and then he came down over me, his body blanketing mine.
"I thought I'd try a different sort of caress this time. You've been the only one enjoying yourself all this while, haven't you?"
What does that have to do with shoving me down—
"Hih?!"
A chill ran through me. The feel of that thick, heavy cock pressing flush against my groin—
"That scream — was it meant to get me hot? Because if so, it worked. I'm a little worked up."
His vein-ridged length burrowed between my outer lips. It wasn't an attempt to enter me; it stopped at mere contact, nothing more. But my pussy was already awash with my own juices, and his cock was slick with a mix of my saliva and his precum — in other words, the friction was reduced, which meant that rubbing and grinding would carry the sensation through all the more keenly.
Whether he'd read that unease in me or not, Rihart smirked and put it straight into practice.
"Uuungh!?"
Press.
His weighty cock, flesh heavy against flesh, squashed my clitoris flat. The crushing pressure dragged a vicious pleasure up out of me.
"This way we get to enjoy it together. Far more efficient, no?"
The lewd act began with no pause even to catch my breath. With pleasure threatening to burst my skull, I couldn't have answered if I tried — I could only take everything he gave me, gasping as though run through with a knife.
My body was already wound tight and oversensitive from the caresses Rihart had put it through beforehand. Grinding our sexes together was like flinging oil onto a blazing pan. My mouth opened and closed soundlessly; my fingers and toes curled hard.
Schlup, squelch, schk.
It felt like lightning had struck my skull — because his thumb bore down hard on my clit, pinned against his cock.
"Ahaahk, ah, heungh—"
"You do have to answer, Lucie?"
"Yehes, it's, efficienht! Re—really, really it is!"
"To see that prim, stuck-up Lucie of all people come so utterly undone — it's almost indecent."
My body shook under the excess of pleasure. My thighs snapping shut must have been pure reflex — but Rihart's hands forced them apart again, and even that contact alone sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I began to suspect my entire body had turned into one vast erogenous zone.
"Hnghk, young master, mer—mercy..."
"Begging forgiveness over this? What did I even do to you?"
"I— I can't, take anymoh... hnn, anymohre—"
"It's not as if I've been stirring up your insides, is it?"
"But— that— haah, haang!?"
Press. Press.
The head of his cock pressed lightly around the mouth of my pussy. The entrance was as tight as Karen's had been, but perhaps because it had been melted so thoroughly loose and drenched through, it felt as if the slightest added pressure from Rihart would slip him inside without resistance.
Unbidden, I swallowed hard and stared up at him. If I could barely keep my wits about me even now — what would become of me if that went inside? An indescribable dread closed over me.
"...Young Master Rihart?"
Rihart, who had been gazing straight into my eyes, shook his head.
"When you look at me like that, all expectation, it makes me want to live up to it."
Who was expecting anything? Don't make me laugh.
"I wasn't expecting anyth... hek."
Tschup, tsup.
Lewd, wet sounds rang out, swallowing my words whole. Rihart had picked up the pace, grinding his cock against me faster now. Unlike my mind, which recoiled in protest, my body was a model of obedience — my lower belly humming with a deep, buzzing ache.
"Haahk, hnngh, hiii..."
It was maddeningly sweet. What would it take to relieve this desire? With my focus gone to nothing, I stared at Rihart's cock. If that went in — would it quench this thirst?
"Were you hoping I'd put it in?"
He tormented my clit with his thumb as he snapped his hips, spurring the grinding on faster still.
Tschk, squelch, schlup.
We ground against each other so fiercely my juices foamed; my groin burned and throbbed. Ah — no. This is bad. It's coming.
"Aahng, ang—"
The climaxes before had been enough to set me smoldering, but this one was something else. A shocking pleasure slammed through my skull like a heavy hammer striking the back of my head. Even as my thoughts capitulated to the pleasure, I opened my mouth to keep what Rihart had demanded of me — the order to speak properly when I came.
"Hnghk, hnn, hih — I'm coming, I, I'm, coming! Your cock's, pressing, on my cli— and something big, something strange is coming. I'm, I'm coming agah— agaaain!"
Rihart's mouth sealed over mine.
I didn't resist. I took him in, instead — threw both arms around him and held on tight. Because the pleasure terrified me. Because I couldn't bear it. Because I felt as though I was becoming something that wasn't me. Even knowing that man was no one I could lean on, I clung to him. Call it force majeure.
Fwoosh, fwooshit.
My juices sprayed out like water from a hose. What burst from my pussy clung to Rihart's cock and dripped off it in heavy beads. It was a grand squirting, and my maid uniform went damp with everything I'd spilled.
I shuddered for a long while after, muscles convulsing under the overload of stimulation. Only once they had finally slackened did I let my body go limp.
"Hihhek, hek, heungh..."
As the climax ebbed, thought — numbed by arousal and pleasure — came slowly back, and shame and self-disgust crashed in with it. The hollowness I felt was exactly proportionate to how much I'd felt.
"There. Two more to go, hm?"
Because Rihart had waited for me to collect myself, I could snipe back without slurring a word.
"Did you truly want to kiss a mouth that's had your own cock in it, young master?"
"It's fine. It's your mouth, Lucie."
Oh my. How very touching. Thank you ever so much.
Narrowing my eyes, I needled him further.
"A maid is the one who serves, to begin with, isn't she? That sort of service spirit is quite unnecessary... young master?"
I blinked wide-eyed in puzzlement — because Rihart had buried his head between my thighs. And then, before long, a damp, lukewarm tongue was lapping at my clit. Gooseflesh broke out over my skin.
"It's flushed bright red. And it's grown quite a bit bigger, too."
I didn't bother asking which part he meant. I knew perfectly well he was only saying it to shame me.
"You've done it plenty of times yourself, but this is your first time on the receiving end, isn't it?"
Well, fair enough. Though I hadn't known you were capable of doing it yourself.
"I'll make it so you can't think of anything but coming."
The road ahead looked very bleak indeed.