"Ahnn... Young master..."
Maya's voice escaped in a breathless moan, as she felt the exquisite warmth of his member sandwiched between her thighs.
Succumbing to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body, Cian began thrusting in and out, the friction intensifying with each movement. Maya instinctively tightened her thighs, ensnaring his throbbing length, further heightening his pleasure and amplifying their shared ecstasy.
"M... Maya!" Cian's voice trembled with desire as he increased the pace of his thrusts, surrendering himself completely to the intoxicating sensations enveloping him.
The sound of their hips colliding reverberated throughout the confined space, an audible testament to the passion they shared. The rhythmic symphony of their bodies merged with the tempo of their ardor, reaching a crescendo that drowned out all else. Cian and Maya's breathing, once steady, now became ragged with each passing second, mirroring the relentless pace of their fervent connection.
"Ah...! Hngg! Young master, it's... it's incredible!" Maya's voice trembled with a potent mixture of pleasure and surrender, her fists clenching tightly as Cian's member teased and grazed her vagina.
Encouraged by her words, Cian continued to pound into her, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driving them both closer to the precipice of pleasure. Maya's body quivered with anticipation, aching for the exhilarating sensation of soaring once more.
"Yes, young master! Keep pounding me!" Maya's voice quivered with a mixture of desire and anticipation. "I... I can feel that exhilaration building inside me again!"
As Cian persisted in his rhythmic thrusts, the intensity of their connection heightened. Maya's senses were overwhelmed by a rising tide of pleasure, a sensation that felt like being lifted off the ground. Her body responded eagerly, reveling in the intoxicating dance they shared.
"Ahhh! Young master...! It's happening again! I... I'm going to fly!" Maya's voice, laced with ecstasy, filled the room, echoing their shared bliss.
Gradually, the building storm within Maya reached its peak, cascading forth like a torrential downpour, drenching her skirt and panties in the aftermath of their passion.
"...It's cominggggggg!!!"
The nectar that spurted forth from the depths of Maya's quivering core coated Cian's throbbing member, amplifying the wetness that enveloped it. This heightened lubrication eased his every thrust, allowing his manhood to glide effortlessly between her inviting thighs.
Cian swallowed hard, his hand instinctively finding its place on Maya's supple buttocks. With a firm grip, he pulled her body in perfect sync with his penetrating thrusts, their movements merging into a harmonious rhythm of pleasure.
"Hnng! Young master... you're... you're becoming more forceful," Maya gasped, her voice a delicate balance of panting breaths and passionate moans.
Undeterred, Cian maintained his relentless assault, driving his member in and out between her legs with an unyielding determination. A sudden surge of desire coursed through him, awakening something dormant within his core, fueling his primal instincts.
His hand, guided by instinct, rose into the air before descending with a resounding impact, delivering a sharp slap upon Maya's pert buttocks.
"...Kyaaaah!" Maya's voice mingled with surprise as the stinging impact reverberated through her body. The sting of the slap transformed swiftly into a sensation of delightful pleasure, sending waves of arousal surging through her veins.
His penis throbbed with anticipation, aching in response to Maya's pleasured screams, driving Cian further into a frenzy. Emboldened by her unabashed enthusiasm, he allowed his hand to fall upon her exquisite buttocks again and again, the slaps resounding through the room like a symphony of desire.
The impact of each resounding slap reverberated through the room, mingling with Maya's cries of pleasure. She instinctively brought her legs together, tightening the grip around his pulsating shaft, intensifying the sensations that consumed them both.
"Th-This feels incredible, young master!" Maya's voice, a breathless declaration of pleasure, filled the air, amplifying Cian's primal urges.
With every slap, Maya's instinctual response tightened the vice-like grip around his engorged member, fueling Cian's desire further.
"...Ugh! If you squeeze it... that much..."
The mounting pressure enveloping his groin became an exquisite torment, pushing him to the brink of unbearable pleasure. Each thrust brought him closer to his limit, his body teetering on the precipice of release.
And then, it happened.
A surge of pleasure surged through Cian's being, an overwhelming climax that demanded release.
With a final series of fervent thrusts, his member convulsed, releasing his fourth ejaculation. Maya's thighs became adorned with the evidence of their shared passion, stained with the milky-white essence of Cian's release.
"...Ugh... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha..." Cian's breaths came in ragged gasps, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort to regain composure.
As the intense waves of pleasure subsided, Cian slumped forward, his body melding with Maya's back, their shared breaths intermingling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Both of them gasped for air, their chests rising and falling with ragged breaths that mirrored the intensity of their union.
"Amazing, young master..." Maya murmured between gasps, her voice filled with awe and admiration for the overwhelming pleasure he had bestowed upon her.
"Yeah..." Cian nodded in agreement, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to regain his composure.
"...You have released so much. I am completely covered in it," Maya remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of astonishment and delight.
Maya's observation was not without merit. Her back and thighs were drenched in the evidence of Cian's desire, his essence having enveloped her like a gentle, intimate shower. The marks of their fervor adorned her skin, serving as a tangible reminder of the pleasure they had shared.
"I never expected it to feel this good, young master," Maya confessed. "I may not fully comprehend what just happened, but I must admit that I truly enjoyed it. And by that, I don't simply mean the act itself. I mean I enjoyed sharing this experience with you, young master."
Cian shifted his weight, his body no longer covering Maya's, and he turned his gaze towards the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Maya followed suit, rolling onto her back and directing her gaze upwards, mirroring his labored breathing.
A soft smile tugged at Maya's lips as she gazed at Cian, her cheeks still flushed with the remnants of their passionate encounter. Cian turned his head to meet her gaze, captivated by the beauty that radiated from her.
"I hope we can continue exploring this passion in the future, young master," Maya whispered, her voice laced with a fervent mix of desire and anticipation.
Cian's heart skipped a beat at her words, his own longing mirroring hers. 'I hope so too,' he thought. His gaze wandered back to the ceiling, his mind filled with vivid memories of their shared moments. "I apologize for the slaps earlier. Did they hurt?"
Maya's lips curved into a gentle smile, her laughter bubbling forth like a melodic stream. "No, they didn't hurt," she reassured him. "On the contrary, they kind of felt nice."
"Really?"
A mischievous smile played upon Maya's lips. "Yeah."
A tingling sensation surged through Cian's body, causing his manhood to stir once more. Maya's gaze instinctively drifted to his crotch, her cheeks flushing with a renewed heat.
"You want to do it again?" Maya's voice quivered with anticipation as she posed the question.
Cian's throat tightened as he swallowed audibly, his desire echoing in his response. "Yeah..."
With a shared understanding, they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating pull of their desires. Shifting their positions, they faced each other while lying down, their labored breathing gradually growing more ragged.
Maya's hands tentatively reached out, her fingers gently wrapping around Cian's hardened member. They locked eyes, a silent exchange of desire passing between them as she stroked him, the sensation heightening their arousal.
Driven by a mutual craving for intimacy, they shifted once more. Cian rose to a standing position while Maya remained seated, positioning herself in a way that allowed his throbbing member to glide under her armpit.
After Cian's release between Maya's armpit, they were consumed by an insatiable hunger for more pleasure.
Their bodies moved with a fluid grace as they shifted positions once again. Maya assumed a prone position once more, her hips elevated and her shapely rear enticingly presented to Cian.
Cian positioned himself behind her, his throbbing manhood nestled snugly between her inviting thighs.
With a shared breathlessness, they succumbed to their desires, their bodies moving in a synchronized rhythm of passion and need. Maya's moans mingled with Cian's ragged breaths, their passion building to dizzying heights.
The intimate space between Maya's thighs became a haven for Cian's throbbing member, the friction heightening their sensations to new heights.
In the end, their mutual surrender to their desires proved overwhelming, leading Cian to experience the release of three more exhilarating ejaculations. The boundaries of their pleasure expanded as they reveled in the waves of ecstasy that washed over them, leaving them breathless and sated in the aftermath of their intense connection.
•••••
In the northern reaches of the Elesia kingdom, nestled fifteen kilometers away from the esteemed earldom of Lambhart, the elegant Bluerose manor commanded the center of its namesake land. Within its opulent walls, a petite young woman with lustrous, short purple hair and captivating violet eyes stood near a grand window, gazing out over the picturesque town of Bluerose below.
A sense of anticipation hung in the air as she murmured to herself, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Finally, the day has arrived," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and determination.
A gentle knock reverberated through the room, interrupting her reverie. Without hesitation, she beckoned the visitor to enter.
The door creaked open, revealing another young woman whose ethereal appearance mirrored the enchanting hues of the manor itself.
With cascading locks resembling a field of blooming lilacs and mesmerizing purple eyes that held a hint of mystery, she exuded an undeniable grace. However, as soon as she spoke, the assumption of her graceful demeanor shattered.
"N-um, sister?" she stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. "I-I heard that you're...you're heading to the earldom in the east today. Is...is that true?"
The woman turned her head ever so slightly, acknowledging her sister's presence with a curious gaze. "Yes, dear sister. Is there a concern?"
"N-No, of course not," the lilac-haired woman replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I-I was just wondering...why are you going there?"
The girl silently pondered for a moment before she finally turned to look at the woman, her eyes meeting hers. "I am going because I need to see for myself... I need to know what my love is doing."
The mention of "my love" caused the lilac-haired woman's eyes to widen in surprise. "But... but you haven't even spoken to Father about this! If he finds out, he will be absolutely furious!"
A resolute expression crossed the woman's face as she dismissed her sister's worries. "I don't care. Father had already arranged my engagement to the Duke's son without my consent. If he can make decisions about my life without consulting me, then I can make my own choices as well. If he expects my obedience, he will be sorely disappointed. I will go to the earldom without his consent, and as long as you keep my secret, there will be no reason for him to be angered," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of rebellion.
The lilac-haired woman remained silent.
"And fear not, for I have already obtained permission from Mother," she continued. "She understood my desire to follow my heart. Furthermore, the earl himself has given his approval for me to meet my love."
The lilac-haired woman finally found her voice, her words laced with a mix of frustration and hidden emotions. "Why is it that you managed to grow closer to him when I was the one who met him first? It's not fair! I was the one who fell for him before you!"
Her sister gazed at her with an air of detachment, as if she had already known the truth without it being spoken. There was a trace of amusement in her eyes as she responded.
"Is that so? I never realized that we were vying for the affections of the same person. More than that, I'm surprised to learn that you have someone you love, dear sister. And to think it's him, of all people. But why do you blame me for growing closer to him? Is it not your own actions, or lack thereof, that have led to this outcome? If you had mustered the courage to approach him, if you hadn't hesitated, perhaps you would have been the one to claim his attention. Your hesitance has prevented you from claiming the right to be closer to him, not my actions."