4. The Maid

The baron raised his middle finger and lightly traced the outline of Ellie's flushed upper lip. Ellie, trembling faintly at the touch of his finger against her lips, let out a stream of moans.

"Ahh... ahng..."

The baron pressed the center of her moistened lips with his finger, following the contour. As the thick tip slipped into the slight parting of her lips, Ellie pursed them, sucking his finger in. Her soft tongue, slick with saliva, wrapped around the tip.

Feeling the warm, slippery sensation of her ecstatic tongue, the baron let out a rough breath, his thick shaft twitching upward. His finger moved slowly in and out of her red, clinging lips. With his other hand, he twisted the stiff, crimson nipple atop her white, rounded, supple breast.

"Ahk."

A heated sound leaked from between her saliva-dripping lips as his thick finger plunged in and out. The baron withdrew his finger, now thoroughly soaked as her eager tongue tip clung desperately to it. The glistening middle finger trailed slowly downward along her body.

Passing her flat stomach, it reached the brown thicket. Using his index and ring fingers, he parted the damp, sticky curls. With a wet sound of flesh separating, the swollen, glossy, hardened red bud at the center was revealed.

The baron pressed down on the protruding bud with his slick middle finger.

"Ah, eung..."

Her snow-white thighs twisted with the moan. As he slowly rubbed up and down, obscene, squelching sounds emanated from her fully parted petals. Drip, drip. From the deep well beneath the thickened, aroused petals, clear love juices flowed ceaselessly.

His finger, teasing the deep cleft where the pink bud met the petals, slid downward toward the well. Squish. As his thick, long middle finger plunged inside, Ellie's eyes rolled back, whites showing.

"Ahk."

With loud, wet squelches, his finger thrust in and out of the clear cavern within. At the same time, the baron wrapped his tongue around the reddened nipple he'd twisted on her breast and sucked it in. His face buried into her pale bosom.

When he finally pulled away after toying with her for a while, a deep red mark from his sucking stood out vividly beside the heated nipple. His hot lips descended once more on the saliva-glistening bud.

"Ahk, heuuu."

With both hands bound above her, Ellie writhed. Her remaining breast jiggled enticingly, the tip of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠its crimson nipple quivering faintly in temptation. The baron pulled his face away, kept fingering her, and with his other hand flipped her body over.

In an instant, she was on her stomach, instinctively raising her hips to match his finger's rhythm. Her slender, curved waist shuddered with the motion. Squelch, squelch.

"Euk... p-please..."

She begged amid her ecstatic moans. In response, the baron yanked his finger from the swelling, clenching depths. The withdrawn middle finger was coated white with her juices, glistening even up to the back of his hand.

"Hurry... fill me up. My lord."

Ellie, face down with her ass raised high, moaned. The baron gripped her white, upthrust hips—dripping clear fluid temptingly—and aligned his waist. His purplish-red glans, beaded with clear liquid, twitched toward ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the red, parted slit.

The rigid, thick tip of his penis brushed her glistening petals. Grasping himself, the baron circled the petals slowly. Warm, sticky fluid from her heated folds enveloped and seeped into his glans.

"Eung..."

Feeling his penis teasing her petals and well entrance, Ellie pushed her ass back toward him in desire. Sensing his thick pillar beneath her folds, she rocked her hips, rubbing against it.

"Ahk, please..."

Her desperate plea slipped through her teeth. Squish. The thick shaft she'd awaited slid inside, and she clenched her white ass tight, taking it deep. Her waist bucked back and forth at the fullness stuffing her swollen cavern.

With a wet slurp, two white trails from her parted petals marked his purplish-red length. As it grew slicker with creamy white fluid, the baron snapped his hips, plunging it deep into her cavern until it vanished.

"Umm..."

The baron groaned low at the sensation of chewy ridges clamping down to his root. He paused, then stirred slowly inside her.

"Aaaaah..."

Ellie bucked her hips instinctively. After stirring for a long while, he pulled out with a squelch. His drenched, thick penis twitched with desire, white foam-like juices dripping from the tip onto the bed.

"Aang, ahk, haa, haa..."

Under his relentless, furious thrusts, Ellie's eyes glazed over as she lay face-down on the bed, drool trailing from her red lips. Her white ass, arched high above her deeply curved waist, danced atop the rigid shaft plunging in and out.

Fine, milky foam ceaselessly coated the thickening length up to the root. The white froth reaching his brown pubic hair turned to clear fluid from friction, soaking his balls and dripping like dew.

Squelch, squish, squelch—the lewd sounds of his shaft filling and withdrawing echoed through the room. Love juices seeped endlessly through the gaps around the stuffing member, glistening even outside her white ass.

When the baron thrust deep with force, her hot cavern walls contracted sharply, gushing hot fluid in spurts. He halted, groaning low.

"Uh..."

Instantly, hot essence flooded her depths from his swollen penis. Savoring the afterglow, he paused, then rocked slowly a few more times. Stimulated by the motion in her fluid-filled walls, Ellie's waist twitched in short spasms.

The baron slowly withdrew. Drip... As his thick penis slipped from the red, swollen well entrance beneath her upthrust cleft, milky streams trailed down her taut inner thighs to her knees.

Her lower body collapsed onto the bed. The baron, relishing the sticky afterglow, opened his eyes and looked down. Between her settled white ass cheeks, through the brown thicket, the cavern rim glistened, twitching and contracting as if savoring the remnants, clear fluid seeping out.

Watching it, the baron narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. Lowering his head, he plunged his thick tongue inside, lips suctioning deep onto her petals to suck the emerging hot juices. Slurp, suck, suck.

"Ah... ah... ah...... ah."

As his lips stimulated her fully aroused petals, Ellie let out faint, exhausted moans barely audible. Her white inner thighs contracted irregularly.

Finishing with a thorough lick of her depths, he withdrew his slick tongue—his face entirely coated in her juices. He tugged her bound arm, flipping her onto her back. Facing him, he pressed his lips to hers, pouring the hot juices remaining in his mouth into her red lips.

Somewhat recovered, her pink tongue coiled around his thick one, sucking eagerly. Their hot tongues entwined and savored each other before parting.

The baron lay back, arms spread. Her white body slipped into the space between. Emily, who had been watching breathlessly through the hole, finally tore her eyes away.

For some reason, her body felt hot, her below slick. Slipping a hand under her brown maid dress skirt, she felt a humid, warm aura over her underwear on her inner thighs. She slid her fingers inside.

Slick, warm fluid wrapped around her fingertips. Rubbing the withdrawn wet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fingers, a slippery yet sticky, lewd texture lingered.

Suddenly, heat flushed her face in shame, urging her to flee. But a voice came from the hole in the wall.

"Meeting you that day was the greatest fortune of my life."

The baron murmured, threading his fingers through Ellie's wavy hair nestled in his arms.

"Umm... I fell for you and followed, my lord."

The baron glanced down at the crown of her head burrowing into him.

"...The owner of the shop you worked at was a Slatton noble, right?"

"Ahh, Viscount Pajek."

Ellie murmured languidly.

"I hear a new king will soon ascend in Slatton. The once robust Slatton king's health has suddenly worsened. Is the shop alright?"

"Hmm, not sure. Complicated politics and such. I just like lying here like this with you, my lord."

Her white fingers slowly stroked his chest. The baron embraced her rounded shoulder, pillowing her head.

"...Whatever happens, you're too good for me. Even without your request, if something's unearthed in my mine, I'll inform you before notifying the count."

Ellie lifted her head and kissed his lips. They indulged in a long kiss. He pulled away, teasing her glistening lips with his tongue.

"You're like a honey jar heated red-hot. Dripping honey everywhere..."

"They say affection and fluids are proportional, right? It's just overflowing love for you, my lord."

"Then Eleanor must have precious little affection."

"I'm flooding you like a deluge, my lord."

Ellie pulled his hand to her brown thicket. The baron gazed at her with drowsy eyes. Drawing close, they kissed again, tongues ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meeting amid moans. Emily fully averted her eyes from the hole.

Staying longer would make her strange. Her below was slick, hot, and wet. The odd sensation shamed her.

She carefully straightened the tilted wall picture and slipped quietly from the room, footsteps silent. It was well past time for the young lady to wake and call for dinner.