5. Nobility
―Click. The door closed with a low thud.
Gophrid glanced once at the firmly shut door before quietly gazing down at Evril. Unaware of what he might do next, she stared at him in surprise, her eyes wide from having just shut the door herself. Their gazes met, and the corner of his mouth twisted upward. Evril hurriedly dropped her eyes to the floor. The faint trembling in her shoulders that had started earlier wouldn't stop.
"My, you must not be feeling well."
Gophrid reached out, wrapping his hand around her quivering shoulder. Evril stiffened rigidly, frozen in place with her shoulder gripped.
"No fever... Perhaps the air in the room has grown chilly since then."
Gophrid tightened his grip, pulling her into his embrace. His hand encircled her back, hugging her tightly. Evril swallowed dryly in the gapless press of his solid hold. He tilted his head slightly, whispering into her ear.
"It'll get hot now."
With those whispered words, he immediately pressed her against the door. As the hard wooden surface hit her back, Evril's eyes flew wide in shock, staring up at him. He looked down at her calmly from above, his face an inscrutable mask. He stepped right up to her, swiftly hiking up the hem of her dress and lifting one of her legs to hook over his arm. Losing her balance, Evril staggered forward into him. In that instant, a rigid foreign hardness thrust swiftly into the soft inner flesh of her parted thighs.
"Hah...!"
A sharp sensation, like being pierced by something pointed, raced up her spine. The sensitive pink folds, still slick from her earlier penetration with Olens, wrapped around his penis. Evril struggled to steady herself on the one foot still on the ground, her other leg dangling in the air hooked over his arm—but it was futile. Her body surrendered limply toward Gophrid, allowing his rigid shaft to plunge straight and deep inside her.
The hot, thick mass burrowed upward slowly, sending a shiver through her that made every hair on her body stand on end. The thing that parted her swollen inner walls—already drenched beyond mere wetness from the pleasure Olens had given her—slid smoothly to the hilt along the path he had opened, filling her completely. At its deepest point, the searing penis meshed seamlessly with her entrance, stroking her sensitive inner walls with great up-and-down movements.
As the hot length cleaved through her flesh, Evril's body jerked. Her core clenched tightly around him in contraction, unleashing an overwhelming wave of pleasure that surged through her entire body. The sensations from before, unfulfilled without climax, revived; while her mind remained cool, her heated depths writhed and pulsed. The ecstasy rising from below left a stinging tingle that spread everywhere. If Gophrid hadn't been holding her up, her legs would have buckled, sending her crashing to the floor.
With one leg hooked over him, her pale thigh splayed wide, Evril nearly collapsed into him. Gophrid began moving his hips slowly. Flesh melded with flesh, and the soaked folds inside her cave bloomed open toward him, clinging like suckers. Amid that vivid rush of shivers, Evril's waist trembled violently.
"Hak, ah, ngh, ngh..."
Unable to think straight from the pleasure surging from below, she clutched his arm desperately. Unceasing moans spilled from her lips. She bit her lower lip thinking of Olens behind the curtain, but that lasted only a moment; as Gophrid's hips quickened, she gave up suppressing the moans bursting forth.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
The vibrations resounding against her inner walls traveled up her spine, spreading fiercely. Each jolt of electric stimulation twisted her pelvis, contracting the secret muscles inside her thighs. A tight, full pressure squeezed her chest, heavy and substantial from below. Evril gripped his arm harder.
"Haah... ngh..."
It was humiliating. Knowing Olens behind the curtain could hear everything, yet Evril writhed in the pleasure Gophrid gave her, clutching his arm and filling the room with pleading, lascivious cries. But she couldn't stop herself. Her aroused depths clamored for the unfinished ecstasy from before. The thick, solid length swept up and down her inner cave, pressing and withdrawing rapidly, stimulating relentlessly. Amid the seamless friction of flesh, the sticky, creamy softness brought rapture so intense her core felt like it would melt from the heat.
"Haaang, ang, ang."
Filled so completely, Evril panted. Rougher and more stimulating than Olens's movements, but lost in dizzying bliss, she could only let thick, erotic moans escape her parted lips. Finally, her inner walls swelled taut and quivered sensitively as waves of pleasure gathered and fused. Gophrid's hips moved faster, his shaft stabbing at the swollen mass of ecstasy inside her. The tightly coiled sensations exploded in a burst of white stars.
Evril surrendered completely to the peak of pleasure, her body going limp. Her hot vaginal walls clenched and relaxed repeatedly, spasming around his penis. Gophrid slowly halted his movements.
"Haa, ah..."
The penis filling her withdrew with a slick slide. Exhausted, Evril lifted her languid gaze to her fiancé. He looked down at her, breathing ragged from the act. Unlike his rough breaths echoing in her ears, his eyes were cold. His expression remained as impassively stern as before.
"You seem quite satisfied. Now, it's my turn."
Evril's brows furrowed sharply as she grasped the meaning in his deepened gaze and low, resonant words. At the same moment, the rigid hardness that had left her body didn't return to her lingering, sticky pleasure—but brutally pierced her clenched rear.
"Eek...!"
Her hands gripped his arm tighter, her waist stiffening rigidly. Once inside, it pistoned mercilessly, fast and forceful into her backside. Her grounded leg tensed, her whole body rigid as pain lanced through her, skewering her from below. Evril bit her lip hard.
"Ngh... euk... euk..."
The piercing agony mingled with an alien sensation invading her tensed hole, turning her insides upside down. Amid the sharp pain that felt like her guts were being threaded on a spike, she broke into cold sweat, straining her lips until the bitter tang of blood hit her tongue. The endless torment ended only when he seemed to reach his peak with a final deep thrust. As the blunt invader withdrew from her depths, white fluid dripped onto the floor in a few drops, then trickled down her spread thighs.
Gophrid, watching it all, finally lowered his arm, freeing her leg. Evril staggered, leaning against the door behind her. It was a familiar pain she'd felt constantly since age twelve, one she'd forgotten amid Yena's recent presence. As she slumped weakly against it, he adjusted his clothes and shot her a cold glare.
"Now you truly need rest. Best somewhere close."
As his hand touched her shoulder, Evril flinched and stiffened, eyeing him warily. Gophrid's gaze lingered on her lips.
"My, my..."
He stared at her coldly, then glanced toward the curtain before returning to her.
"Well, you must have been embarrassed to be seen like this."
Evril's wide eyes froze. He knows.
"It pains me that this is the price for the exquisite pleasure you gave me so freely."
Gophrid spoke softly, nodding toward her disheveled dress. While Evril hurriedly smoothed her skirt and fixed her tousled hair, lost in humiliated thoughts—
―Knock knock. A polite rap came from the door.
Evril tensed rigidly as the door, which she'd stepped away from, opened halfway. There stood Ballot, practically an extension of Lord Kingston. As Gophrid regarded him questioningly, Ballot bowed courteously and spoke.
"His Highness the Crown Prince seeks you. And..."
As he trailed off, a pale hand thrust out from the side through the open gap, holding a small purple potion vial. At Gophrid's nod, the lounge door opened fully, revealing Shaylin beaming beside Ballot.