"Ta-Tania," Tania stammered, shaking her head repeatedly, confused between the various feelings that assaulted her. Walls that rub against the finger attack, like stabbing quite painfully. But swishes and explosions welled up throughout her body as if churning in her heart.
"So your name is Tania, hm?" Baron Jason stirred inside her, after dropping the waistband, spread legs trembling and moving restlessly, enjoying her prettiness that ensnared him time and time again. "Your name is quite beautiful, as is your face," he commented halfheartedly, covering some of the truth with lies.
He still didn't want to honestly say that she had captivated him. He was a noble who shouldn't have feelings for a commoner of average beauty. If he couldn't get someone as beautiful as Lyra, then he should at least get someone who wasn't that different from her.
