4. The Maid
Lotte’s wet lips were bathed as the baron’s tongue descended upon them, licking slowly. As if determined not to leave a single drop behind, he pressed firmly, savoring every inch before flicking teasingly inside her mouth and smacking his lips in satisfaction. Soon, his tongue pushed back between her lips, stirring her depths. Slick saliva flowed in, and the slippery tangle of their tongues wrapped around hers, sucking it fiercely as if to pull it free. As the intense suction concentrated all her nerves at the tip, a tingling ache spread through her tongue. Just as it bordered on pain, the baron released it with a gentle slide, only to plunge deep again, tickling and entwining within.
Rhythmically flicking and probing, his tongue synced with the growing fullness swelling between Lotte’s thighs. The teasing itch below blended with the wet sounds of their tongues clashing, building into overwhelming stimulation.
“Haah… ahn…”
A sticky moan escaped Lotte’s lips. As his smooth, slick tongue coiled around hers, she extended hers long in welcome, sucking eagerly. Savoring the tight, clinging sensation inside her mouth, she reached down to stroke the baron’s hardness. It was already swollen and rigid with readiness.
“Ha…”
The baron let out a disappointed sigh as Lotte pulled away from their locked kiss. She extended her tongue again, teasing his earlobe with hot breath and a lascivious whisper. “...Shall I give you something even sweeter?”
As her tongue slipped into his ear, tickling softly, the baron savored the subtly arousing sensation and smacked his lips. Lotte extended her arm, pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, retreating until she pressed her palm to his forehead, guiding him down to sit on the floor with his back against the bed.
Lotte’s lips, flushed red from their recent kiss, curved upward. Gazing at him with heated intensity, she tilted his head back against the mattress. The baron licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with desire.
Lotte stepped forward toward the baron, who sat on the floor looking up at her. She lifted one leg onto the bed, brazenly spreading her thighs wide and exposing the heated core within. Leaning obliquely against the bed, she brought the gaping slit of her inner thighs close to his face. His parted lips exhaled hot breath that tickled her below, spreading a scorching, lewd warmth.
Lotte savored the tantalizing sensation of his breath teasing her.
“...Lick it up. Gently, with the tip of your tongue.”
The baron extended his tongue toward the lush, swollen petals hovering just above his nose. The thick, musky scent from her fully bloomed depths seeped into his senses, numbing his mind. He stretched his tongue upward, piercing the glistening pool of clear, sticky nectar. Warm fluids coated his tip as the entrance quivered, stimulating him further. As he wiggled his tongue to tease the source, the droplets scattered, gleaming wetly.
Enraptured by the rich aroma and sweet taste enveloping his tongue, the baron thrust it deep inside. His hot, moist tongue delved into her sensitive folds, making Lotte’s hips tremble faintly. Waves of electric pleasure rippled from her waist down to her toes.
Right before her eyes, the baron’s tongue flicked obscenely upward, softly parting and probing her spread flesh. His soft yet firm-tipped tongue pierced slowly into the depths, withdrew with a slick pop, then teased and plunged again. The gentle invasion sent a sharp tingle to her rear, heat surging from below to flush her cheeks. Scorching warmth bloomed across her face.
His tongue probed tingling depths, tickled the taut, heated entrance in circles, then slowly delved back in, wriggling. Her inner walls clenched eagerly in response, but the smooth tongue only teased the entrance without plunging fully, setting her nerves ablaze with frustration. Lotte swallowed dryly, lowering her hips to rub her petals against his nose and lips.
The baron flattened his tongue wide, covering her from below like a blanket, slowly stroking upward along the parted folds.
“Ahh!”
Unable to endure the intense stimulation, her waist shuddered as a moan of ecstasy burst forth. The baron reached up with both hands, cupping the rounded cheeks of her ass—one leg still propped on the bed—and pulled her face closer. The gaping petals, now burning red and radiating heat, were inches from him. The entrance to her swollen core twitched lewdly, as if marked by his tongue’s invasions, expelling clear fluid in rhythmic contractions.
The baron extended his tongue long, soaking it in the warm nectar. Then, with the slick surface, he pressed firmly against the protruding nub at the center of her spread folds. Instantly, Lotte’s hips bucked as it slipped away, but his grip tightened on her ass, drawing her back until his tongue met the plump, bud-like protrusion again. His slippery, hot tongue grazed the sensitive tip teasingly, retreating and returning in endless repetition. Each brush ignited sparks of aching pleasure like blooming flames.
The baron swept downward over the engorged nub, then upward, sharpening his tongue to circle it before pressing from below and rubbing up. Wherever it touched, hot saliva clung stickily, heightening the ticklish heat. The dizzying dance of his tongue dominated Lotte’s blank mind, leaving only vertigo, as breathless moans spilled endlessly.
“Ahh… ah… ah…”
Whoosh—the baron exhaled hot breath over the nub, making the taut, sensitive flesh quiver and cluster. Soon, his warm, slick tongue enveloped it, squeezing tightly before releasing softly, licking in circles, then flattening wide to rub and tease. The dainty, erect protrusion resembled a flushed, aroused flower bud. He toyed with the tiny bud using his tongue tip, savoring its texture and taste before parting his lips to cover the red flesh thickly. Greedily, he sucked the isolated clitoris deep into his mouth.
“Haak… hng…”
A sharp tingle raced up her spine. The tender flesh, sucked fiercely into his mouth, burned like fire. His lips pulled it to the brink of agony before puckering around it teasingly. The tongue pressing atop felt like molten lava. He rolled the swollen bud with his tip, then sucked it back in. His hot mouth devoured the sensitive core as his smooth tongue coiled warmly around it.
“Haat, ahh! Ahnng…”
Lotte panted with heat and arousal. Unable to contain the thrilling shivers crawling up her back from his expert lips and tongue, she shuddered violently, moaning roughly as she gripped his hair hard. His face buried deeper into her folds. As he exhaled, the hot gust mingled with her slick, glistening core.
“Hngg…”
His lips smeared wetly over the soaked petals once more, and his dripping tongue wedged into the gap, stirring and penetrating her depths. Flexibly stimulating every crevice, it intoxicated her with heat—her vision blurred, indescribable pleasure overwhelming her senses into a haze. Gripping his hair tightly amid the aggressive tonguing, Lotte threw her head back. Her core, brimming with desperate lust, erupted uncontrollably. Her hips convulsed weakly, and the deep well beneath her flushed, swollen petals contracted rapidly, gushing thick, hot nectar in spurts. It trailed sticky lines down the baron’s chin, dripping like honey in slow rivulets.
“My, and nothing hard has even entered you yet…”
The baron withdrew his tongue from her glistening, slick folds with a sly grin. Releasing one hand from her ass, he extended his middle finger long and thrust it deep into the quivering cavern of her spasming core. His palm brushed her soaked, matted curls as the finger slid past her slippery petals into the heated red flesh.
“Ahh… eek.”
Lotte bit her lip to stifle her cry, but as his finger plunged lewdly with wet squelching sounds, growing more forceful, electric jolts wracked her body, twisting her in ecstasy.
“Ahh! Hng, ah, ah!”
Her lascivious cries filled the room.