The countess recited with a smirking dimple to her ruddy cheek that misled she was well conscious of the spell she cast. "So what do you desire of me, Norman?""My boss believes my painting of you may be of interest to our art enthusiasts in the North, madam.""Ah, Knight Ambrose? I cannot fathom why he should be interested in me; I am, after all, just an ordinary far. Did he send you to spy on me? You won't get anything from me other than a boring mint tea, those rumours were really ridiculous. I am just a maiden waiting for her knight in shining armour. I have led a simple life, albeit for a very long time. What do you need to know?"Norman nodded in agreement; this maiden seemed to be hopeless and naive, a damsel in distress indeed. He swallowed a lamp and smiled. A glamorous and desirable damsel, he thought. But he has a job, and he might as well kill two birds with one stone. He rummaged out his wax tablet; a piece of parchment paper waxed and tied together into a bundle, forming
"Do you know, young man," Matilda mumbled to her statues. "I stopped socialising when I was fifteen years old. I am as much a statue as these promising specimens, do you not think? A lovely art of frigid stone."Norman gazed at her, saying, "Madam, you are very much alive. We can only make a replica of life with my art. Please continue completely still." He let a frown cross her cheek before emptying his brush, carefully measuring it, and letting his hands do the rest. "I am a talented artist, madam, and I will do you justice. My talent is as a weaver, with concepts as my thread, for they need such careful stitching to reach the right levels of healthiness. So I will make the very best clothing I can for you, blankets and warm hats, gloves, and a shawl. I hope you learn how to make them too, that you become masters of greater heights than I, for then I can rest easy with our craft in safe hands." As poetically as he could, he added. Glancing at the beauty of
There was no differentiation between the Countess' elegant complicity and the slumped, unfortunate undressing of his typical rented courtesans. She swivelled to the floor with a sluggish contemplation and veered around to face him, then gazed at his expressions as she stripped off her shoes and stockings. Then, finally, her underclothes.She stood before him, as sweet as her statues. Her nipples jammed under his eye, blushing as he took in the curly pink folds of her mound, as hairless as a beauty. She caressed fingertips over her delightful clit as if it were something skittish. "A hopeless side-effect of the procedures," she mumbled, smiling as if to a surprised child."Amazing pose, madam." Norman suppressed the desire to plummet to his knees. In worship this goddess and take her pink folds into his mouth. Her desire to seduce him was the most seductive thing about her. Her soft voice had the lilt he knew so well; her words were smooth with t
Warm water flooded the circular bathtub, spilling all over her feet as she assisted him in. She fixed herself beside him, dripping aromatic milky moisture over his body. He lunged to cup her cheek, to kiss the wonderful thing, but she slid away from his hands, running her own down his chest. He attempted again, to stroke the magnificent kitty curve of her back, but she arched away from his touch, and it fell, draining into the warm water.Matilda's eyes fixed to his hard shaft, eyes swollen and greedy. She spoke to it. "Isn't this amazing Norman?" She ran her hands along his rod, drawing it from its sheath. Her tongue traced her lips. "Warm, rigid flesh."Then she winked shortly and nodded her head. "Apologies, I pledged to demonstrate my father's secret, did I?." Norman doesn't care anymore. He wanted her.She climbed into the bath, standing astride Norman's chest, the orbs of her rear toward him, the lips of her folds swollen and slavering below. She dug her fingernails into her but
Pearl’s cabin Pearl’s arms folded across her chest as we wandered up to the tree line where they had left Ethan and Vergel. The thick branches overhead cast a shadow over the two werewolves. The moment she was near enough, they shifted in a swirl of red and dark shadow like a winter storm mingling with fresh blood. She liked to say that she was used to their nudity by now, but she might never be. She did applaud herself for pretending not to acknowledge their dicks. "Has she shown up yet?" Ethan asked Finn. "I doubt it." "She might already have the idea of us waiting here, or someone might have already warned the alchemist." "I hope not," Ethan sighed,
Hell, how could this man be so beautiful and powerful at the same time? Maybe she had some sensual history with him before, with him saving her life, but looking at him made Pearl wish she could just make love to Ethan. Wild, amazing sex without regretting something afterward, like how she used to dream of him kissing her and wanting her.Once again, Pearl found herself standing on her tiptoes in the small living room of the little cabin, imagining kissing him.She thought… how I love kissing you passionately… my body was hungry, and you are such a delicious snack. I find you irresistible, Ethan. Given your previous neglect, I wasn't sure what your feelings were towards me emotionally, but I could feel the physical attraction between us tearing its way through your body. And honestly, I didn't need emotion from you. I just needed the base physicality that we'd enjoyed previously.As you held me close, I could feel your erection against my belly, and it made me wild, remembering the ta
As I was leaning back with both hands on your thighs, you were watching my breasts sway. This was a position I knew you liked to see me in. I often sat this way while I was on the floor sucking your shaft. My legs were spread wide, and I could feel your shaft jump as your hands began to reach to touch my breasts. Angrily, I leaned forward and put your hands on the pillow above your head. "Don't move them again. I swear to God that I will kick you out of the room with no clothes if you move again. You haven't upheld your duties as a lover, and I will punish you until I feel you've learned your lesson." I admit, this was a bit of an overstatement, but I was enjoying my power over you. I was glad you were playing along.I can even sense your wolf howled. Liking what we are about to be doing.With this, I started ignoring your facial rea
Ethan’s lips parted. "Come on, Pearl... You aren’t daydreaming of me fucking you endlessly, are you?" Her eyes widened. The nerve! "Of course, not... I–I’m just thinking about my spell books or something like that," she grumbled to herself. Damn it, was she that obvious? God, she was so wet. Yet, she was bordering on information overload, but Pearl couldn't help herself from learning more about him. She had to divert this conversation before her sanity would overwhelm her sex-deprived mind and she would pounce on Ethan instead. "So, um, have you ever mated with someone before?" She tried not to look at him as she asked the personal question. His lips pulled up into that half smile he always had. That sexy look that demanded her attention. "No. Lycans want to mate for life. Doesn’t always happen. It almost happened for Vergel." His mouth snapped shut as if he wished he could take those words back. Intrigue swirled through her mind, but she could tell he wasn't going to say more a