"It is not going to work." Morgiana stood up and walked to the bed.
The bed was understandably big.
After all, this is the bed where the count would do his midnight workout. Naturally, the bed had enough area on it, and even with the child, there was enough space for both of them.
Dereck didn't get the chance to respond before he was pushed down on the bed, and his dress was thrown away.
On numerous missions as a woman, he had his body oggled by multiple men. But he felt a twinge of shame as the woman gawked at him while he lay there with his member outstretched like a flagpole.
He wanted to cross his leg, but Morgiana grabbed his heel, stopping him from doing so.
"Don't be shy. Look at me; I also have nothing to hide from you." Morgiana said as she climbed on him naked. She continued to move her hand over his body, mumbling, "I had never thought there would be a day when I would be the one who would taste you first. Oh! God, how much I had dreamt of this day."
"Did you say something?" Although he had heard what she was mumbling about, he still acted like he didn't.
"Nothing, nothing." She shook her head, continuing, "It is so beautiful! One day, it might become bigger than your father."
"My father?"
"Yes, it is almost at the length of your father. I wonder how big it would become. Would you let me taste it when it…"
Morgiana didn't complete her sentence. Instead, she slowly raised her hips and positioned herself above her pole.
Instead of lowering her hips, she slightly bent down a little, saying, "Your father said it would be better if you did it in one thrust. So bear with it."
"Why would…" He didn't get to ask the question.
"Please bear with me a little. It will feel better after a couple of thrusts." And she covered his mouth.
Morgiana navigated her waist a little, positioning herself on the pole. After a few failed attempts to lower her waist, the tip of his meat hit the entrance, and she didn't hold back.
Her love canal was prepared to receive his member, already as moist as it could be. Because her husband had abused her so severely, she had become dependent on the sensation of physical pain.
It wasn't the pain she was addicted to. Morgiana couldn't explain it correctly. When the uneasiness of something foreign entering her body turned to the satisfaction of when two bodies become one…
"Ummm…" Morgiana moaned, even as if half of the length slid into her.
"It feels so good." Her eyes were a little out of focus as she mumbled. Still, she noticed that his eyes were bulging up. "Don't worry, love. It happened for the first time."
She raised her hips before pushing down a little more than the last time. "You won't feel anything after the skin of your member gets pulled down."
Thap
Her pulpy butt slapped against his thighs, making a pleasurable sound. Her head hung low. It took her a few moments to get accustomed to the feelings.
"How!? How!?" Her breathing was rough. She tried hard to get the ecstatic expression under control. "How can it feel so good?"
She was exerting pressure on her breast while ruffling her hair with one hand, causing her breast milk to spray all over him.
"You are the one." She bent down, raising her hips and pressing his face between her knockers. "You are making me feel so full. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Even when pleading like a possessed spirit, she continued moving her waist like a piston.
Dereck had to struggle all her life to push her away from her face to plead, "Please stop. I can't. I can't."
"No, no." She screamed like a hungry woman who was denied her food. "Please don't stop."
Understanding, Morgiana, who was in control, didn't stop humping her waist.
"If you don't stop now, I will pee. I will pee inside you. Please don't stop."
Only then did the movement stop. Morgiana looked at him in utter disbelief before increasing her tempo as much as humanly possible.
"Stop." Dereck tried to push her away, only for his hand to be sucked between the softness of her knockers.
"I am going to pee."
"DO it. Give me your seed. Make me the mother of your child."
Morgiana said those words a little too late. She could feel warm liquid gushing into her belly. Desperate, she moved her hips faster, only to make him empty his ball quicker.
She did not realize anything was wrong until she began to feel slightly bloated, and his member began to loosen up.
"Stop, stop." She pleaded, "It's not enough. I want more."
However, Dereck had already closed his eyes, feeling his moment of ecstasy.
"No…" Despite her desperate attempts, she couldn't keep the shrinking one inside her. The excess juice leaked out as her hole was yet to return to normal. Unsatisfied, she laid down beside him.
'What do you expect? If you are going so hard on a virgin…' Dereck sensed the rapid thump of his heart. It was clear to him why the men wanted to jam it into every available opening.
'It felt different. I want to feel again.' Dereck still decided to wait for a moment. After all, it would be hard to get it up so quickly.
Morgiana, on the other hand, was lying with her back turned towards him. Dissatisfaction is one thing, but now that she had done the deed, the guilt was filling in.
She couldn't help but question her actions. She couldn't help but feel something similar to what the count had done to her on the wedding night.
'How can I act like a savage? What if he hates me?' Even though lust was what motivated her actions, she had feelings for him.
'Why wasn't he the one who had taken me as his concubine? Even working as a maid for him wouldn't be so bad.'
Ultimately, all she could do was blame all her life choices and the fact that she had been born a few years earlier than her.
"That felt so good."
A shiver went down her spine. She turned around to find him smiling at her.
"I want to do it again. But…" He looked down.
It was enough for her. Morgiana was quick to move her hand.
"Don't worry. I will get you ready in no time."
***************
Two days later.
"I heard you were rejected as the second son of Marquis Strife's marriage proposal." Veronica sipped the tea without making any sound. Even as she put down the porcelain, it hardly made any sound.
On the other hand, Aisha was rubbing her hands together under the table. She didn't want to grab the porcelain, fearing it would expose her nervousness.
Although she was the daughter of a count, she was still not the most sought-after marriage material in the capital.
As the marriage maker said, she didn't have a body suitable for childbirth. On top of that, not many men in the capital could defeat her in swordsmanship.
So, all the marriage proposals that had come for her were purely to establish a connection with the count family. And she didn't want a loveless marriage.
So, now that Countess Veronica had called for her, she couldn't help but get excited. After all, there was only one man in the capital whom she was willing to marry.
It was not because Daniel was the golden bachelor. He was the only man who had treated her like a lady. She knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which was also why she came here as soon as possible.
"It is because I love Daniel." She hesitated to say it out loud.
"Love?" Veronica took another sip, asking, "Do you think love is enough for you to have everything needed to make my son the next count?"
"Next Count?" Aisha had no problem understanding what she meant by that. After all, if Daniel failed to become the next count and one of his step-siblings became one, then not just him and her but all the people related to him and even his mother must follow the same fate as him.
"I heard you are an honest woman. You like to say what is on your mind. Those are some good qualities." Veronica looked at her, continuing, "That suits a concubine or a consort better than the principal wife."
"I will try my best."
"Trying your best is not enough. I don't want my son in the hands of such a woman." As Veronica put down the cup, it did make an audible clank. "What would you do if you needed to kill an innocent to protect a secret from your husband?"
"I…"
"What if you have to go against your own family? Would you be able to do that?"
Aisha clenched her hand so hard that the nails turned white, but she was unable to provide the answer.
"Now that you are here, don't forget to meet Daniel." Veronica stood up and was about to leave. She stopped and added, "Let's have another tea party after a month if you think you can do it for your love."
Veronica left Aisha in the garden, and Veronica's maids followed her. Making sure no one was near them, the head maid signaled others to create distance between them before whispering.
"Peeled?" Veronica frowned, but it soon turned into a smile. "Is it one of the maids?"
"No." The head maid shook her head.
Veronica glared at her, asking, "Don't say it's a man."
"Fortunately not."
"Do I have to beg you to answer me?" Veronica wasn't happy with her riddles.
"We think it is Morgiana, Lord Concubine."
"That little." Veronica took a deep breath. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, my lady. None of the maids was intimate with the young master for the last two days. And young masters also spend hours in her place."
"Take care of her."
"My lady, if I may…" She hesitated to say it out loud.
"WHAT?"
"The lord had spent a few nights at her place before leaving on the mission."
"So?"
"I think my lady already knew the young master was always close to that daughter of a baron. And the fact that it bloomed between them means the young master is…"
She failed to find the right word and ended up using "healthy. If we forcefully remove her and the young master learns about it, he might…"
"He won't." Although Veronica shouted, she wasn't sure. Daniel's upbringing was always perfect, but he still turned out to be a mess.
"Change all the servants in her courtyard."
"Don't worry, my lady. They are all our confidants."
"Still, they didn't report it to us." Veronica glared at her, adding, "Change them. Put a couple of guards, too."
Veronica took a few steps before ensuring her path towards the back courtyard.