Chapter 49
VI.
Another week had passed since then.
During that time, the Margrave couple had resumed sharing a bedroom, just like before. Even before, it was rare for them to simply fall asleep quietly, but in the past few days, they hadn’t gone to sleep on time even once.
Every night, like a succubus, Beatrice seduced Caesar, and though he always tried to resist, he could never bring himself to reject her entirely.
The old days of quietly making love under the covers in the dark were gone.
Now, coupling like beasts regardless of time or place had become the norm. Their young bodies, freshly awakened to desire, flared up instantly with the smallest spark.
“Hah… haah…”
Of course, Beatrice’s relentless efforts played no small part. Once she set her mind on something, she had to see it through. She studied beyond the books she borrowed from Amelia, immersing herself in other texts to research even further.
How to make their lovemaking more stimulating, what positions might arouse Caesar more—her mind was filled with such lewd thoughts.
In the bathroom, the study, even in the drawing room where someone could barge in at any moment—she had tried every unconventional place.
“Haah… Caesar…”
But the biggest downside of this method was that it consumed far more physical energy than she expected. It felt like her bones might melt away if she tried any harder, but Beatrice stubbornly told herself she could still endure.
“It feels good, haah… but, just a bit… slower… hnn, aah…”
Even slipping into Caesar’s office without any particular reason today was part of that ongoing effort. After pretending to read for a bit, she lingered near his desk.
Claiming her shoulders were stiff and asking for a neck rub, Caesar, as usual, gave in after only a short internal struggle.
Now, with the lion she’d prodded awake pressing her down against the desk, her skirt pushed all the way up, Beatrice trembled under his mouth.
Kneeling behind her, Caesar had her pale b******s in his hands, his face buried in her exposed s*x.
With lewd sounds—schlp, slurp—he licked persistently at her deepest folds, and Beatrice could barely breathe. Kicking her legs in the air, she tried to pull away, but caught in his grip, she had no choice but to accept the pleasure he gave her.
“Ahh… mmm… haa…!”
When his tongue had mercilessly tormented her c**t and she trembled through a faint climax, he changed targets.
“Ah—Caesar… that, ngh… it feels too strange…”
His hot, slippery tongue suddenly thrust into her twitching entrance, as if waiting to be filled. The way it twisted like a snake, licking and poking at her inner folds, was so bizarre and obscene she could hardly endure it.
“Now… hngh… please… put it in…”
Caesar, mimicking penetration with his tongue, thrust several more times before finally peeling his mouth away from her with a loud, wet sound. As soon as his lips left, a sticky liquid dripped down her thighs. Beatrice dazedly thought that not all of that could have been his saliva.
“Say it again.”
“…What?”
“Say what you just said. Again.”
Flattened over her back, Caesar whispered the demand in her ear, his breath hot. Half out of her mind in the lewd air of the office, Beatrice muttered without even feeling embarrassed.
“Put it in… please…”
“Hah… what exactly do you want me to put in?”
But she wasn’t bold enough yet to name his c**k aloud. Instead, Beatrice reached a trembling hand behind her, fumbling until she found what she wanted.
“This… this one…”
The thick, long shaft she had been craving was already rubbing between her cheeks. Grasping it with ease, Beatrice whimpered like a begging child and guided the glistening head to her entrance.
With veins bulging in the hands gripping her waist, Caesar clenched hard enough to break the desk. Then he grabbed her slender waist.
“Hhng!”
As she wished, Caesar drove into her in one swift thrust. At some point, Beatrice’s body had become able to take his size without difficulty—or rather, she had grown addicted to receiving him to the hilt. A body that once knew that kind of pleasure demanded more each time.
“Beatrice… relax.”
When the shaft pushed deep and crushed her softest inner spot, her body convulsed like a fish pierced on a skewer. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes.
“Ah… haah… ngh… ahh!”
“Are you alright?”
Even now, Caesar sounded concerned, but his words didn’t reach her ears. With her cheek pressed to the desk, drool spilling from her lips, Beatrice was drunk on the pleasure he gave her.
The way he thrust deep, slamming into the spot she’d never felt touched before, was maddeningly good. Her loose inner walls flexed, desperately tightening to draw him in just a little deeper.
Even when he pulled back for a harder thrust, the emptiness left behind was unbearable. She wanted him to fill her tighter, deeper. It was enough to drive her mad.
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