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The countess of Thenrua, chapter 2.
Within a second, I was lifted to my feet. The countess had hoisted me up as if I’d weighed a feather. My vision went from the beautiful blue eyes that had enchanted me, to the enveloping blackness between her bosoms. They were unnaturally soft, tender, and seemingly inescapable. The countess began to shake her chest to and fro, her powerful bosoms smacking my stunned face With a force that, by rights, should have given me whiplash. She let out a booming laugh, clearly so very aware of the power she held. After another round of bosom bashing, she wrapped her strong arms around my waist, and hoisted me off the ground, to meet her face with my own. Her eyes sparkled with mystifying mischief, and Met my gaze with a grin that laid bare her intentions with me. She expertly wrapped my legs around her waist, and jammed her royal tongue into my mouth. It was soft, moist, and tasted of strawberries. All of this had been happening so fast that I’d barely had time to take in what exactly was happening.
She held her mouth against mine, our tongues wrestling in a symphony of pleasure. For what seemed like eternity, this went on. After some time, my face softened, and I began to truly enjoy what was happening. I could not question this. Were I to question the lady, I would surely have no place among the villa staff any longer. I could not risk disobedience. The countess knew this as well as I, and smiled through the kiss, when she realized what I had wondered. She pulled her tongue out of my mouth.
“oh Trevor. You’ve always been my favourite. I’ve so longed to have you down here. But it’s never been the right time. But I could not hold out any longer. Now that there are no obstacles, no suitors, no count, and no risk of any of this outting to the public, it is my time. I’ve wanted you for so long Trevor, and should you indulge me in these delights, I shall reward you in ways a servant may never have imagined before.”
She closed her eyes, and jammed her tongue back into my still agape mouth. She carried me to the table I’d recently cleaned, removed her tongue from my mouth once again, and slammed my back onto the table. I looked up at her with lustful wonder, to which she let out another bellowing laugh. She brought her legs up to the table, climbing every so slowly above me. She began to kiss my legs, ever so slowly working her way from my calves, then delicately to my lower thigh. She grabbed my trousers, and ripped them from my body with the fury of a wolverine, string flying across the room. I felt a surge of lightning pulsing through my body. Now that I’d had a chance to really take stock of what was happening, I felt the extreme amount of blood racing from my heart to my manhood. It had risen to it’s full mast, standing to its full length, as if the hilt of a rapier.
The countess continued her delicate touch, her soft red lips left noticeable lipstick marks all along my thigh. She had reached my upper thigh by this moment, bit down with some force, and began to suck the area. She was intent on marking me as her own. As she continued to bite, I could feel her teeth breaking my skin lightly. I grimaced slightly from the pain. I looked down, and saw trickles of blood running down her lips, down to the table. She giggled manically, clearly delighted by my lack of resistance. She had had enough of the teasing, and decided to start the true activity I was here for. She clasped her hand around my sword hilt, with a grip that could choke a rhinoceros. She pulled my skin back and forth, pleasingly slowly at first, and escalating this action into unbelievable speed. Her fingers were soft, gentle, but they could grip any earthly material. She worked her mouth from my inner thigh to my plums, gently planting her soft lips on the skin of my plumsack, and sucking my right plum all the way into her gentle mouth. It felt unnaturally soft, softer even than silk. She continued to move her hand had fast, up and down my pike, creating waves of pleasure that no man has ever felt before. She played with every part of me, for as long as feasible. She removed her mouth from my plums, and began to speak softly into my ear, still yanking my iron back and forth.
“Trevor my dear, I intend on making this last. For that to happen, I’m going to bring you to the pale white burst, and from there, you shall pleasure me for hours. Your pleasure will be swift, magnificent, and undeniably enjoyable. From there, you will pleasure me. My pleasure will take longer, but it will last as long as I choose it to. It will be slow, but equally, if not more so pleasurable. You were my servant in the material world, you now become my servant in the name of pleasure.”
She released her grasp on my iron, and returned her lips to my body. She drew her lips from my plums to the bottom of my sword, and rose ever slowly, and gently, from the base to the tip. She stopped at the tip, leisurely letting her tongue loose over the centre of my pleasure. She let her tongue feel around the gentle skin, as if trying to map out it’s features. Suddenly, without warning, she thrust her head downwards, enveloping my staff to the base in nothing more than a second. It was so quick, the motion had nearly frightened me. I jerked upwards, almost making contact between our heads. With her mouth full, she laughed maniacally once again, though muffled. She continued to thrust her head back and forth, playing with every inch available. A sensation rose from my undercarriage, gradually, at first, but increasing in it’s intensity with every passing moment. It was a sensation unlike any other I’d ever felt. The sensation reached its peak intensity, and for what felt like eternity, my body went limp. I felt hot thickness rise through my shaft, as it spurted itself into the countess’s mouth. She stopped the motion, and her eyes widened, clearly surprised by what had occurred. After a moment, her face softened, and she removed her lips from my rod. Her lips let drip a sticky white liquid, one I was ashamed of. She let her mischievous grin cross her perfect face, and grasped my hand in her own. She forced my fingers into her lips, wiping away the excess fluid. This done, she shoved my fingers into her mouth, lapping up the fluid like the vixen she was. She swallowed, and forced her tongue down my throat again. She drew away once more, and spoke.
“Oh Trevor, I’d no idea you’re a virgin. Only one could have lasted so shortly. This is going to be fun. How lucky you are, to have a royal bring you into sexual maturity. But enough of that. Now for the main event.”
She threw herself off the table, and walked to the wall where the whips lay. With each strut, her marvelous behind bounced and jiggled from side to side. She would occasionally look back, looking at my body up and down, as if a lioness were sizing up the deer she was preparing to hunt.
Finally, she reached down, exposing the space between her two marvelous cheeks. She shook her behind vigorously, knowing that I was watching every movement. She reached for the red velvet whip that lay on the wall, and turned to face me, adopting a pose that showed a power that only monarchs could feel.
“Now then, let’s start the true fun”. She said
NSFW: yes
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