4. The Maid
The lewd slurping and squelching sounds of a tongue burrowing into flesh echoed embarrassingly right above her head. Emily bit the edge of her lip. An indescribable flush of shame and humiliation burned across her face. Yet beneath it simmered a strange heat that left her no choice but to keep nibbling her lip.
Ilroi continued plunging his tongue into Evril's wide-open folds on the desk. When she slightly lifted her hips, he pressed and teased the spot just below her entrance. Evril twisted her hips with a moan. But when his tongue touched the puckered ring of wrinkles meeting her rounded entrance, she jolted in surprise, bucking her hips back. The desk rattled from the motion.
"...Is this the spot the Duke of Kingston favors?"
His voice carried a subtle undertone. Evril shook her head.
"Don't go there. It's his private spot—he'd be upset."
Evril chuckled as she spoke, but Ilroi licked the round wrinkles again. He pointed his tongue sharply and prodded the dimpled center. Evril yanked her hips away with a sharp cry. This time, her voice was icy.
"I said don't."
Ilroi shrugged and lifted his face.
"Yes, Your Grace. As you command. Now, please soothe this for me."
He rubbed his bulging pants between her legs. Evril reached out, untying the knot at his waist. His trousers slid down with a soft rustle, revealing his angry erection. She licked her lips and gripped one of her breasts with a hand. Tilting her head back, she spread her legs wide on the desk. His cock thrust deep into her slick, humid opening. Evril twisted her gripped breast and moaned.
"Ahh."
Ilroi wrapped his hands around her seated waist, driving deeper. As her dry flesh grew slick and heated, slicking his movements, he thrust his hips and ass powerfully, as if aiming to bottom out against his gripped waist. Her moist inner walls clenched his full length desperately when he hilted, then softly enveloped him as he withdrew. Matching his rhythm, Evril bucked her hips, grinding her flesh against him. Sharp sensations clawed through his body, dizzying him.
"Does it feel good? Better than the Duke's?"
He asked while stabbing deep. Evril only let out heated moans. Ilroi halted, pulling his hips back, and asked again.
"...How is it?"
Evril yanked his torso toward her and whispered in his ear.
"He's Kingston. Like a king, towering proud, and like stone, rock-hard."
She pushed her hips forward, taking him deep inside. Crossing her legs behind his ass, she twisted her body. The tight squeeze furrowed his brow. In a low, husky voice thick with desire, she whispered intimately into his ear.
"Yours isn't a weapon, is it? Just the right firmness and softness, so it fits... perfectly like this."
Bucking her hips, she wrapped her tongue around his earlobe, tugging and nibbling. She clenched tight below, then released, sending intense stimulation surging from his tip. Ilroi hugged her waist and pistoned his hips wildly. Her scorching depths welcomed him freely, enveloping him in sticky fluids and sucking him inward. Feeling her rippling walls squeeze rhythmically ignited a furnace of ecstasy that blazed through his body.
Evril raked her nails across his back, gripped in the throes of pleasure surging through her. Ilroi groaned.
"Ngh...!"
As he plunged deep like a galloping charge, he suddenly stopped, eyes squeezing shut. Evril uncrossed her legs from around his hips. Her sticky, churning depths craved one last stimulation, but there was no helping it. As he pulled back, the slick emptiness of his cock withdrawing left her aching. Her core twitched for more, but Ilroi looked spent.
His cock, glazed opaque with milky fluid, throbbed. With eyes burning hot with lingering lust, he extended his tongue long and lapped at Evril's wantonly spread folds. She shuddered, hips twisting as she flung her thighs wide. Her already glistening red flesh quivered at the soft tongue's touch amid the tingling ecstasy. When his tongue met the sopping wetness, it trembled violently, clear viscous nectar trickling from deep within.
Evril's eyes narrowed to slits, her body quaking with ragged breaths. Ilroi sealed his lips and drank the overflowing honey greedily.
"Haa."
He pulled away with a drunken moan. Evril seized his drenched cock with both hands. Sliding off the desk, she knelt on the cold floor halfway, extending her tongue to circle and lick his shaft roundly. Ilroi tensed his ass and quivered his thighs as she lapped upward. Her moist tongue from those red lips teased his glans lightly, then engulfed it fully, sucking hard. A stinging heat surged from the tip. She drew him deeper, her hot lips clamping his heated skin, rocking back and forth while swirling her tongue around. Ilroi groaned, brow furrowed.
Evril sucked his cock while reaching one hand to grip and shake the base, the other teasing his balls. The sensations from her hot lips and hands set his body ablaze with scorching thirst. He craved deeper, tighter coils of her tongue. Ilroi grabbed her head and pulled her toward his core.
"Mmgh."
The warm sensation reached his root. He bucked his hips front and back fiercely. The slick, warm, chewy embrace clenched and released his cock powerfully, tickling and stimulating. Suddenly, the pent-up desire erupted hotly. His spasming cock quieted as it spurted. Regretfully, he withdrew from the warm, clenching mouth. Evril held him full in her mouth until their eyes met, then slowly swallowed.
Ilroi bent at the waist to kiss her.
"How's the taste? Like it more now?"
He teased playfully after pulling away. Evril shot him a glare.
"What, if mine tastes better and grips tighter, you can come to me anytime?"
She sighed shortly and straightened her clothes without answering. Ilroi pulled up his pants and checked his attire. As Evril headed for the study door, Ilroi swiftly grabbed her wrist.
"Evril...."
She yanked his wrist toward her instead. Hooking her arm through his as he drew close, she kissed his cheek.
"Enjoy yourself. You'll head back to Leisha soon—don't ruin the western continent's fun with pointless chatter. My sweet Ilroi."
The door handle turned slowly and clicked open.
"Now I should go check on Olivier's face. She's probably awake by now? Your brother did something foolish, sticking a sickly chicken of a girl on her with all those watching eyes. Was that curtain girl tiring? Hehe."
—Click.
The door shut, and they left the study. Emily crouched under the desk for a while longer, gauging the silence, before emerging. Standing and replacing a thick book on the shelf, she felt an odd sensation. Exactly three days ago, right there. Killian's kiss then had been tender and soft. But Ilroi, Killian, Olens—they were all noble young masters. Even if they started sweet, didn't they all ultimately want what Ilroi and Evril had just done? As Evril said, maybe it was just diversion on the western continent.
Emily recalled Sarah's words from breakfast before coming here. In Eliyum, naive maids who fell for noble temptations, gave their bodies, only to be chased out by the lady of the house later, their babies aborted. Such abortions often made normal pregnancies impossible, leading to death from complications. Sarah had firmly advised Emily against that path. During the ball, with her mind and body excited, misfortune lurked close—stay alert, she said. We're different from noble ladies; she'd even packed Emily's bag.
In the end, that seemingly useless bag found purpose deep into the ball's night. While Emily rested briefly on a sofa, Killian had seized Olivier's wrist and brought her to the Belpharos suite, asking Evril to keep Olivier company and stave off boredom for the remaining stay. Four days later, they'd leave the continent tomorrow. Thankfully, Killian had only exchanged glances since then, approaching no further.
She should heed Sarah's advice, right? Even nobles of the same class faced misery entangling together, let alone a maid....
Emily pressed a finger to her lips, then slowly pulled away. Hurrying from the study to shake off the reviving sensation, she quickened her steps.