"What are you doing?" she asked when he pulled his head back, finally meeting his gaze with one of confusion.
"You didn't take me seriously when I said it before," he quietly, meeting her gaze. "But you really are quite beautiful."
[Affection increased!
Serena: 37%]
Although the system said that, her eyes hardened and a light scowl graced her pretty features, giving her a somewhat adorable yet contradictorily fierce look.
"Does that matter? You have a job to do, and I expect you to do it, not lay here talking to me."
"All right, all right," he chuckled, running his thumb up and down her wrist as he resumed thrusting.
She returned her gaze to his rod below and they continued in silence, save for the light moans she'd release after every penetration.
Malcolm almost wanted to kiss her again, but decided against it. She was still ultimately a woman of business, and being too affectionate, at least for now, would hurt his progress.
But she was too pretty for him to hold back for long, and while he didn't kiss her again, he did rest his forehead against hers. This gave him a better angle to enjoy those two jiggling mounds on her chest, and he suddenly wished he had two more arms so he could play with them.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt heat surge up his thing, and with a grunt, he pushed himself in until he felt his tip hit the entrance to her womb before letting it all out.
"Mmmm…" Serena exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as she felt his sticky stuff fill her up. "…Get off."
Malcolm slipped out, pushing himself up to a kneeling position and handing her her panties.
She took them silently but didn't put them on, eyeing the space between her legs. "Find something to clean this up, please."
"Of course."
Malcolm's head swiveled around as he looked for something, but as established before, there was nothing in there but the bed.
His eyes landed on their clothes.
With a reluctant grimace, he went over to them and grabbed one of his socks.
"This is all I could find," he said, handing it to her. He truly didn't want to ruin something so nice, but this was more important.
"Thank you." She wiped herself and the bedsheet down diligently, getting as much as she could before tossing the sock into a corner of a box.
"Can we just leave that here?"
"They'll clean everything within when we're done."
Serena hopped off the bed, landing lightly on her feet and sliding her underwear back on before gesturing to Malcolm's clothes.
When they were dressed, Serena took a deep breath and smoothed out her hair, which was once again tied up in a sleek ponytail. "Remember, smile, and say as little as possible."
"I remember," Malcolm replied.
"When we get home, I'll have the doctor perform a pregnancy test on me."
"Ok. Wait, doctor? Your house has a doctor?"
"It does. A very unpleasant man, but one that gets the job done. Now, into the fray."
She swung open the metal door, and a rousing cheer spread through the surroundings as husband and wife exited the box.
Husband and wife adopted polite smiles as the crowd congratulated them, taking turns stepping up and shaking Serena's hand. They paid little attention to Malcolm, which was just fine with him. He couldn't mess this up if no one gave him the opportunity to.
Serena returned their compliments and congratulations with a smile. A smile that quickly turned strained as there appeared to be no end in sight to the line of people trying to get her attention.
"Everyone," Adren Tertorigus barked, his authoritative voice cutting through the din and attracting everyone's attention.
He glanced at his daughter with a gleam in his eye before addressing the crowd. "I'm sure my daughter is exhausted after what has just transpired. You are free to stay however long you like, but please, allow them to retreat to our estate so that they may rest."
Malcolm was relieved to see that the crowd agreed, and as they started chatting amongst themselves, he and Serena quietly made their escape.
.......
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Malcolm said, taking a seat in a leather chair that perfectly conformed to his body. He let out a light sigh as he did so, enjoying the comfort of luxury. "But I'd rather not do it again."
"Remember, you still have to come with me to meetings," Serena told him, pulling her robe off over her head.
Serena opened the door to her closet, which in itself felt like a separate room as she strode in to hang up her robe, as Malcolm looked around.
They were in her bedroom, but it was furnished to the point of feeling like an entire house.
Malcolm sat in one of three chairs set around a small coffee table, a dumbwaiter nearby could deliver food or drink from the kitchen below, a shelf filled with books lined one wall, and a bed fit for a queen was shoved up against the back wall.
It felt like a place one could spend entire weeks in without ever having to leave, and knowing what little he knew about Serena, he wouldn't be surprised if she did just that.
"Oh, right," Malcolm replied. "You'll do all the talking, I assume?"
"Of course." She walked back out, wearing a nice maroon kirtle that complimented her eyes. "But we won't have to worry about that until tomorrow."
"So what do we do in the meantime?"
"I'm going to see the doctor," Serena said. "As for you, there are the books on that shelf there and the library on the bottom floor, as well as several other facilities. If you get lost, you can ask one of the staff members to help you."
She left after saying that, leaving Malcolm alone.
He bit the inside of his cheek for a few moments, trying to decide on what to do, before he stood and started toward where he thought the library would be.
Now that he was more than a simple farmer, ignorance was perhaps his greatest flaw. If he was going to be the wife of a noblewoman, he was determined to at least appear to know the state of the world.
Besides, he couldn't stand just sitting around twiddling his thumbs all day. After having worked nearly every day of his life, such idleness felt almost sacrilegious.