4. The Maid
Thud. A loud crash echoed as the desk shook violently.
“Haa.”
“Hngh, ah, mmph.”
The desk creaked and rocked, accompanied by wet, sultry sounds right in front of her. The two were locked in a deep kiss, entwining themselves with each other. The desk's movements grew more intense, and Emily, huddled beneath it, clutched a thick book to her chest, holding her breath.
It had all started because Olivier had said she was taking a nap. Emily had been reading in the count's private study. From under the desk, she could see low-heeled shoes and a man's black dress shoes.
“Ah, the, the noise…”
“It's fine. Everyone's at the mine right now. That girl said she's sleeping.”
A whisper tickled her ear, mingled with ragged breaths and moans.
“You think it'll be okay?”
The man asked amid his heaving groans.
“Of course. What kind of six-year-old are we dealing with here? It's ridiculous to think she'd even listen to a scolding.”
Now Emily could clearly identify the voices. They belonged to Ilroi and Evril, the pair who had been caught by Killian here three days ago and dragged out.
Emily hugged the thick book tighter to her chest and curled up smaller. The desk in the study had a solid base, so there was no risk of them discovering her hiding there. But what on earth was this? Of all places, why did they have to barge in here?
If she hadn't darted under the desk just in time after hearing their sticky groping and the thud against the door from the hallway, she would have come face-to-face with them. Or maybe that would have been better. Then she wouldn't be trapped like this.
As Ilroi grabbed Evril's breast, she let out a moan. Evril perched her ass on the edge of the wide desk in the private study. Ilroi wedged himself between her thighs, cupping her ample bosom and licking the cleavage.
“Hngh.”
Evril moaned, and Ilroi blew hot breath into the valley between her breasts. In response, she tugged her dress up along the seams, exposing her chest. At the center of her pale, round tits stood pink nipples, flushed and erect.
Evril seized her own breasts. Soft white flesh bulged between her fingers, swelling as if about to burst. From that lewd crevice sprang a pink nipple.
“Lick it. Gently.”
Ilroi extended his saliva-slick tongue and teased the pink nipple trapped between her fingers. He lapped at it a few times with his pointed tongue, and Evril, seemingly satisfied, stretched one arm back against the desk for support, leaning at an angle.
Ilroi's sticky tongue carefully licked between her fingers. Then it flicked the glistening nipple, circling the pink areola in broad strokes. He stretched toward the other round, aroused nipple nearby.
Her once-dry breasts were now drenched in Ilroi's saliva, sending a tingling heat to the tip of her spine. Ilroi flattened his tongue wide and licked up the curve near the areola, inching closer to the nipple. The warm tongue's heavy pressure rubbed the pink areola and nipple, lapping down, up, and wrapping around again until the tip swelled taut.
“Hngh…”
As her right breast was toyed with by Ilroi, she kneaded the left with her own hand. Her eyes narrowed in lustful haze as she let out a high-pitched moan.
“Delicious. So cute and stiff—angry-looking suits you.”
Slurp. As he sucked the saliva-drenched, glistening nipple between pursed lips, Ilroi murmured. Evril arched her back, pressing her breast into his face. He opened wide, drawing it deeper. His tongue flicked inside as he sucked hard, making the arm propping her up tremble faintly. Her sensitive nipple tip sparked with electric jolts each time his tongue coiled around it.
“…I want to devour it.”
Ilroi spoke in a voice thick with desire, trapping the nipple between his hot tongue and the roof of his mouth, pressing down firmly. Evril twisted her hips. He sucked fiercely again, then, overcome by his own arousal, grazed his teeth along it, nibbling and twisting subtly. Each time his hard teeth clamped the midpoint of her nipple, an inexplicable thrill surged through her, making her shudder.
“Haahk.”
After toying with it slickly in his warm mouth for a long while, Ilroi sucked it toward the center of his tongue, coiling around it one last time before reluctantly releasing. The glistening nipple, now exposed to the air, quivered with a sharp tingle.
“I want more. But this time, the main course that drips sweet honey when sucked.”
Ilroi stroked the inside of Evril's thigh under her dress, speaking low. She lifted the corner of her mouth.
“You can eat and swallow as much as you want, but no coming inside.”
Ilroi gazed downward with darkened eyes, then lifted his head, burying his face in her breasts again as he asked, “Then… how shall the noble duchess bestow the reward of restraint?”
Evril gathered her full breasts and rubbed them against his cheek. “…I'll swallow you. All of you.”
Her whisper in his ear made Ilroi roughly hike up the hem of her dress. Lifting it to expose her belly where she sat on the desk, a damp orange thicket came into view. His fingertips delved in, savoring the slick texture, before he buried his face there.
“Hngh.”
His hot tongue coiled around her folds, and Evril moaned, spreading her thighs wide. The saliva-soaked tongue lapped greedily inside. Each stroke made her swollen folds twitch and clench on either side of her clit.
Ilroi's tongue was deft. It gently lapped her heated folds, softly enveloped them, then slickly dragged downward. The warm, slippery muscle wrapped around her flesh, swam through it, withdrew, and plunged back in. It soothed gently, rubbing softly as it slid lower.
As his tongue found her source and dipped down, Evril writhed in pleasure. Every spot it touched bloomed with fiery ecstasy. The tongue slurped up her nectar, then pushed inside with a thick texture. The firm tip circled the inner walls. It probed the deep cavern, relishing the smooth grip. Her taut, elastic muscles clenched around his tongue; he retreated, coated anew in hot saliva, and thrust back in.
Her depths were soaked, a mix of thick inner fluids and sticky saliva. Ilroi savored the warm, viscous coating on his tongue, smacking his lips as if craving more, then sealed his lips around her entrance and sucked.
Slurrrp. Evril lifted her hips slightly, grinding the base of her petals against his mouth in response to the suction. The trembling lips' texture and intense pull sent shivers racing up her spine.
“Haang…”
At her moan, Ilroi thrust his tongue deep, rubbing the tip against an inner ridge. Slick fluids coated the bumpy texture. As his tongue plunged in and out repeatedly, the sticky essence turned milky, growing thicker and more pungent.
Ilroi inhaled deeply, half-burying his tongue in her slick channel, savoring her musky scent.