Fiona evaluated the pulsating pink shaft in her hand more closely. In contrast to Eric's, the entire shaft was pink, not just the tip.
It lacked a bulbous mushroom top and instead had a pointy tip. The small hole in the tip was already leaking pre-cum. Fiona had no idea what had possessed her to extend her tongue and licked the small drop of pre-cum from the tip.
That single drop wasn't enough to jolt her taste buds awake. She eagerly gave the tip of the organ another deep lick.
In her hand, the pink organ throbbed fiercely in response to her lick and secreted a little more pre-cum. She curled her soft, warm lips around the tip like a thirsty person who wasn't willing to let go of the last drop of water.
She wasn't going to let a single drop go to waste. The agile tongue in her mouth wiped off every drop from the tip. To extract more elixir of life, the tip of her tongue continued to push and stimulate the little hole.
"How much longer will you tease me like this?" Hilda inquired, a smirk on her lips as she patted Fiona's head as if she were a parent caressing a naughty child's head.
Fiona looked up from her knees to face Hilda's mocking smile. She felt in her heart that she should quit. Yet when she glanced at the prick, which resembled an organ from an illegal slave handbook, something inside her refused to let go.
"Would you want me to put everything in my mouth?" Fiona raised her head to meet Hilda's gaze, feigning hesitancy to mask her expectations.
Hilda, as a descendant of the wolf tribe, had a sensitive nose. And if there was one smell she could never get wrong, it was the odor of an aroused woman.
'She is wet.' Hilda couldn't help but tease Fiona even more now that she knew her secret. "Do you want to know what I want? I want to push you down and harass your wet love hole with my..."
Fiona didn't listen to her words and moved her head away. But Hilda didn't fail to notice that the tip of the ear was already red.
"But no matter how much I want to make a beautiful child with this gorgeous woman, I can't do that right now, can I?" Embarrassed, Fiona didn't dare to look up, but she shook her head by instinct.
Satisfied with the response, Hilda added, "that is why I want someone to suck my love juice out of it. And since I am going to sign a contract with you, I want Fiona to do the honor."
"But I can't." As soon as Fiona met Hilda's eyes, she looked down, only to be greeted by the pink shaft, which she made wet with her saliva. She mumbled in a low voice, "It's too big."
"It's not big." Even if she wasn't interested in men's dick back on Earth, not that she knew nothing about them. So she added, "It's just average size."
She didn't dare to add that it was growing day by day. After all, she wanted the secret of pleasure wand for a future surprise.
"It's a lot thicker than it needs to be." Fiona protested while averting her eyes. "It's not even a human male organ; it's the male organ of a wolf tribe male."
"Oh! And how do you know that?"
"That…" Fiona was unable to respond to the question or to meet the teasing smile. Hilda wanted to tease her, but her shaft was tense, and she needed to relieve it.
Hilda went on her knees, grabbed the back of Fiona's head, and gave her a rough kiss. The sudden action startled her for a moment and tried to push Hilda away.
But how could a woman, who had done her most intensive exercise in the bed, could resist the strength of an intermediate knight? As soon as her resistance started to fade, another assault came.
A slimy tongue pierced her lip and brushed against her teeth. Her eyes widened as she realized she'd never experienced something like this before.
Her hesitation, however, was enough for the invading tongue to slither through her teeth and imprison her tongue.
Inexperienced, Fiona had no idea what to do in this situation and continued to wrestle with her tongue. The longer it went, the weaker her action became.
Hilda seemed to be sapping all of her vitality. She melted away in Hilda's arms as she didn't get enough oxygen to her brain. Hilda let Fiona go, only when she couldn't breathe any longer.
Looking at Fiona's unfocused eye and tears of pleasure, Hilda lightly massaged her soft mound while whispering in her ears with her soft voice, "You want it inside of you, don't you? So be a good girl and open wide for me."
Fiona, who was at the peak of arousal and had yet to awaken from her trance, opened her mouth wide open. Hilda stuffed it into the warmth of her mouth.
Hilda held the back of her head and slowly shoved healthy meat into her wet mouth. She dared not to force too much, as she knew what Fiona had said was the truth.
'It was needlessly thick.' The tip was fine, but a couple of inches down, the diameter would double. Even after countless practice sessions, it took Wolfy nearly two months to take it all in and not gag.
She wasn't just afraid of frightening Fiona but also of her pink meat coming into contact with her teeth. And, in a world where the concepts of "blowjob" and "gaging on shafts" were practically non-existent, she could vouch for the fact that it was excruciatingly painful.
In the beginning, Fiona's tongue was quite playful and enjoying the entanglement with the tip. However, when the widest part of the meat stick stretched her lips to the extreme, she was already tearing up.
She grabbed the root of the shaft with one hand while using the other hand to push Hilda's thigh away. And she almost succeeded.
However, the hand on the back of her head forced her head to drown on the shaft, forcing the entire thing into her mouth before she could remove it.
As the tip of Hilda's penis kissed the back of Fiona's throat, she wanted to cough. Her mouth, however, was too full to allow air to come out of her lungs, let alone allow her to cough.
The corner of her lips, which had been stretched far beyond its elastic limit, was leaking blood. Blood, tears, and saliva were making a mess of her face.
And with the nose stuck to Hilda's pubic hair, there wasn't much she could do to resist. But a part of her didn't want Hilda to stop.
She wasn't sure where the sweet scent came from, but as soon as she inhaled it, her entire body relaxed. Fiona was no longer sure what was wrong with her body.
The next thing she knew, the heat had gathered in her nether region. Despite her best efforts, she began to leak from her lower lips beneath her long gown.
And Hilda's nose didn't miss the smell. She smirked and slowly took her shaft out of the mouth. The moment she did, Fiona's body tensed up, and she started to swallow her lollipop again.
More than that, she wanted to smell it, the sweet smell that was escaping the penile sheath. As soon as Hilda pulled out her shaft, she would gobble it up to the root.
Fiona's head was soon matching the rhythm of Hilda's hip. Intoxicated and hungry for more, Fiona continued to massage the pink pleasure stick with her tongue inside her mouth.
Hilda had forgotten about teasing her and was thumping Fiona's face as if she were possessed. And based on the slurping sound Fiona was making, it was clear she was savoring every moment of it.
Fiona didn't realize something was wrong until she felt something hard slapping against her lips. In horror, she opened her eyes to find a large mass growing at the root of her penis.
It was pulsing and expanding nonstop, widening past the shaft's widest point, which was already violating her mouth. It was as if someone had stuffed a fist-sized ball inside the shaft.
'She is trying to knot my mouth.' Mere thought it terrified her. She had read in the illicit scrolls, which had been smuggled in by her trusty maid, that different tribes of demi-human had different ways of copulating.
In those stories, she had read that the males of the wolf tribe always knot their partner before releasing juices. It would be incorrect to pretend she hadn't fantasized about herself in such a scenario.
However, now that she was in the situation, she didn't want to get knotted anymore. Not in her mouth, at least.
Meanwhile, Hilda's pace quickened, and Fiona's struggle intensified. But it was all for naught. She couldn't break free from an intermediate knight's grip on the back of her head, no matter how hard she tried.
With each thrust, Hilda's action became rougher as she attempted to force the knot inside. Fiona's nails dug into Hilda's skin, drawing blood as she tried to push her away as well.
They fought for a while before Fiona realized the truth. She couldn't push Hilda away, and Hilda couldn't force that thing into her mouth either.
She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or sad. Her sanity had already returned at this point, as she could only let Hilda do whatever she wanted while praying that it would all be over soon.
It didn't take long. Hilda grabbed her head and shoved as much as she could in before releasing the load directly into her throat. At this point, the only option Fiona had was to swallow it all before the massive amount of salty, slimy liquid choked her.
As Hilda released the load, her knee buckled, and she fell. After being manhandled by Hilda, Fiona wasn't in any position to support her weight. The meat shaft came out of her mouth and spitted the last spurt of cum spread on her face.
At this moment, Fiona didn't care anymore. After pushing Hilda off her, she just lay half-naked, exhausted, and devastated.
'Am I cheating?' After the hormones inside her had calmed down, guilt overwhelmed her mind.
From the first day she had laid eyes on Eric, she had given everything to him. When he asked for her the 'first time,' she had given it to him without thinking of becoming a principal wife of a noble.
To her, as long as she can be with him, she wouldn't even bother to be his maid. Then when she was married off to a man who couldn't even move from the bed, she felt her life was over.
Eric, on the other hand, had not forgotten about her. He came to see her late at night, which energized her.
All she had ever wanted was to share a bed with Eric, carry his child, and give birth to his son. Soon all her dreams came true.
Yet an accident happened. The news of the emperor visiting the marchioness bed-chamber at night spread between the servant. But Eric took care of it.
All the maids and servants were replaced within a single night. Eric made sure that even the Marquess's only daughter could never speak of it again.
After that, she had two more children for him, a daughter and a son. Then the tragedy struck once more. The empress died. He married a new empress instead of appointing a noble consort as empress. After that, he had never returned to her.
"What are you thinking?" Hilda cast a shadow on her as she sat back up. Out of all the actions Fiona had expected, she had never expected a kiss on her forehead from Hilda.
"You are not cheating. If anybody had cheated on you, that would be your brother." Hilda kissed her forehead again.
Fiona wanted to know how Hilda knew what she was thinking but couldn't ask. At this moment, she wanted someone to comfort her.
"You waited for him to return for all these years, but he never looked back at you." With every word, Fiona felt her chest tightening up.
"You are a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful heart." Hilda kissed her forehead again, whispering, "You have done well, Fiona. You deserve to be happy."
And she lost control of her emotions. Her cheeks were flushed with tears. Her heart was heavy at the time, and all she felt was sadness.
It was at this moment, Fiona felt the warmest respite. It was not in the arm of her beloved Eric but the arm of his child. It was the sense of fulfillment she hadn't felt in a long time.
She had been a loud woman from the day she was born until now, but at this moment, she was shedding tears without making a single sound.
By the time her sense returned to her, the tears had dried up. For some reason, she felt that a weight had been lifted from her chest.
"Are you awake?" The soft voice flushed her face with a new shade of red. A warm lip touched her forehead again, asking, "would you clean yourself, or should I ask my maid to come?"
Hilda had long understood, nudity wasn't much of a reason for embarrassment, especially in front of servants and maids. She had already become accustomed to it.
"Were you telling the truth?"
Hilda wasn't sure whether Fiona was talking about giving up on Fern or marrying Rhea. So she couldn't help asking, "About what?"
"About having a child with me?"
The sudden topic surprised her. People of this world didn't have the concept of 'casual sex.' Whether they enjoy it or not, they have one aim, which is to give birth. For women, it was a symbol of youth and pride.
"How many do you want, my lady?"
"You?" It was clear from her voice that Fiona was embarrassed. Still, she didn't forget to complain, "If you are so forceful with me, I might break before I could give birth to your son."
"We will see about that." Hilda smiled and called out Wolfy's name.
As soon as Hilda called, Wolfy came in with a washbasin, with another woman carrying another one. It was Bodil. She had come to take care of Hilda's food during her stay in the barrack.
It was only when she blushed red that Hilda realized it was Bodil's first time seeing her naked. Hilda just ignored it and stood up while helping Fiona to stand up.
Both Wolfy and Bodil arrived with a warm, damp cloth to clean their bodies. When Fiona saw Wolfy cleaning Hilda's pubic region in such a serious manner, she couldn't help but tease her.
"You looked prepared. As if you have expected it to happen."
"As it is the respected marchioness's first time, she didn't know that my lady tends to release aphrodisiac pheromones every time she loses control," Wolfy said, not looking at her.
"It affects only those female humans who are close to her. However, to the women of the wolf tribe, it is a mating call. We can smell it a long distance away, even if we are divided with many layers of walls."
"It had an aphrodisiac effect on the female of wolf tribe too?" Receiving Wolfy's nod, she asked, "you are a woman of the wolf tribe. So, how come you're so composed?"
"The men of wolf-tribe matures at the age of 11. After repeatedly being pushed down by my lady for the last four years, I have learned to remain calm in this situation. Still, if the respected marchioness wants, I can show her the effect."
The marchioness's expression softened as she heard the answer. It was sympathy for the woman who had to go through the things she had experienced a moment ago.
Hilda was not sure why, but it sounded like a jealous woman's boasting to her. She smirked, resisting the urge to tease Wolfy.
Even if Hilda dressed up quite quickly, Fiona needed a lot of time to tidy her dress, redo her hair and makeup. Even though she was married, Fiona still put on a veil to hide the bloody wound at the edge of her puffy lips.
When Bodil left to bring Rhea back, someone knocked on the door. When granted permission, one of her escort knights came in and handed her a letter.
After the knight left, Hilda said to Fiona, "I think my first imperial brother love Fern a lot."
She showed her silver sun on the orange envelope and read through the letter. She smirked before asking, "had you consulted with the first prince before coming here?"
As there was no reason to hide, Fiona answered honestly before asking about the topic of the letter.
"This letter had to have been written yesterday, otherwise it wouldn't have arrived here today. Naturally, he shouldn't have known what had happened between us. Still, he wishes us a happy marriage to Rhea."
"I had sent him a letter notifying him about the incident and said I would propose you to marry Rhea, but he never replied, so…"
"He is very confident that I would agree to marry Rhea, and I would say he is very successful," Hilda said, nodding.
"A mansion in the capital's high noble district, an infantry battalion of 500 soldiers led by a general, and a silver mine near where I would be stationed. It's difficult to say no to this offer."
Hilda looked up and smiled at Fiona, asking, "If you had waited a little longer, you wouldn't have to do all this."
Hilda couldn't see Fiona's expression clearly as she suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. But before opening it, Fiona said, " as a noble, we should remain loyal to our words, otherwise how can we be different from the commoner?"
Fiona's words almost caused her to crack. 'You nobles are the most messed-up people on the planet; otherwise, how could you marry a man, cheat on him every night with your brother, and now try to bear a child with your brother's child?' But Hilda suppressed the desire to remark loudly.
After all, she attempted to marry her cousin and was now pressuring her aunt to have a physical relationship with her. She, too, was a member of the messed-up nobility.
And no matter how absurd it sounded coming from a person who had lived on Earth in the twenty-first century, she was enjoying every last bit of it.