"My lord…" Feeling his thing pressing against her, Lita didn't dare to move. "My lord, we shouldn't be doing something like this here. We can retire in the room…"
"Come on, what is the fun in that? Doesn't it make you excited?"
"No, my lord." Lita didn't even hesitate to answer. "Young master, you are from a noble family. You shouldn't act like these ruffians."
"Again, with that!" Dereck whispered. "Look at them. They aren't trying to hide it."
It was, as the barmaid had noted. The more time passed, the more aggressive the men became.
The tables with the curtains didn't hesitate to pin the girl down and have fun with them. The people in the open are less aggressive. However, that didn't stop them from having the occasional sight of milk spilling out.
"Didn't you come here to have the taste of the best of the best?"
"But that is what that room is for…"
"I think we should follow the local custom." Dereck kissed the back of her neck before whispering, "Now, if you excuse me a little…"
"Ohhh…" Lita didn't expect him to lift her.
"Now, if you help me guide the right path…"
"Noooo…" Lita giggled as she refused to help.
"What if…" As soon as he had said it, she felt something poking into her entrance that was only supposed to be used as an exit.
"That is not the one. My lord, you shouldn't…" Lita quickly clarified it when she felt the push against her entrance.
"What can I do? My little brother is a little too excited. He just wants to join the party. He might forcefully break into another one if he couldn't find one."
Lita didn't dare to hesitate and grabbed his meat shaft. However, she didn't guide it yet. Instead, she clenched her grip, mumbling, "You are not a noble. You are just a rogue. You are always trying to find an excuse to punish me."
"Punish you? Have you done anything worth punishment? More importantly, is this punishment? I thought you said it was the best delicacy in the region."
"Stop, stop…" She cried instinctively as soon as she felt Dereck had started to lower her.
"Everyone is afraid when they want to try new things. You will start loving once you get the hang of it."
"My lord, my lord." Although she was trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible, when she felt Dereck was attempting to lower her, she still moved the tip for her opening.
The tip pushed against her opening, spreading her thicker lips and sending a shiver up her spine. Her body tightened as she held on to the shaft, too.
"Would you look at that?" Dereck whispered in her ears. The moment the tip of his wand touched her opening, he could feel the wetness. "Someone is salivating. Didn't you say you might not like it?"
Feeling the tip was forcing its way in, she groaned, "My lord, I think I am full. I don't think I can't…" She couldn't get to the end of her word. With half of his length inside her, she couldn't act normally.
After all, she was different from the barmaids. Four walls constantly restrain her ability to do this kind of thing. Doing it in front of so many people, even if they weren't looking at them, feels very foreign to her, even a little frightening.
"I thought you didn't like the delicacy. Then why are your nipples so hard?"
Even if she wanted to say something, she couldn't, as he had put the entire length inside her. She struggled to sit straight as the foreign body pressed against her inner organs.
She was resting on the table while trying hard to control her breathing. Dereck had moved all over her body, squeezing her melon with one while playing with her hard tip with the other.
If Dereck hadn't noticed it, she wouldn't have felt a strange thrill from these things. The fear of being discovered had excited her. However, she couldn't look at other people.
"It looks like you guys have also given in to the temptation." The barmaid gave a cheeky smile as she passed by the table. Although she had her head down, Lita understood she was talking to them.
"My lord, I can't." Lita's voice was shaky, "I can't do it."
"Are you sure?"
"Ummm…"
"What are you worried about? Are you afraid of being seen?" His hand was already on her chest. He raised her body. "Look, nobody is even looking at us."
"No, no. I can't." She pleaded.
"What about it then? You can turn towards me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" At this moment, her mind was already too overwhelmed to understand what Dereck meant.
"Don't you worry, just follow my lead. For the starter, sit back up. If it is hard for you, just close your eyes."
"You know, you are going to be the end of me today." Lita didn't care about calling him 'my Lord' anymore.
"Can you raise your legs a little?"
"Youuuu…" Lita wanted to curse but did what she was told. Dereck lifted her again. Nevertheless, she continued to perceive the apex of his meat ensnared within her babyhole.
"Ohhhhh… What are you doing? Stop it, stop it." She didn't try to hold her voice down. Although she was wet down there, the walls of her damp canal were still clinging to his fat tip.
"It is twisting me. Stop it." The twist and turn was painfully stimulating. Despite her protest, Lita's breathing started to become ragged. Her protest started to sound more like moaning, attacking all the eyes towards them.
"You bastard," She cried out loud after successfully putting her legs on both sides of his body. She wrapped her arms around him and bit his neck with all she had.
"Just so you know, you can use the curtain too." The barmaid gave them a look before pulling the curtain to close them off.
Dereck noticed that as the barmaid talked, the jaw on his shoulder was loosening up. In a moment, he felt her whispering in his ears, "Was I too loud?"
"Not too loud." Dereck paused a little before adding, "I can make you moan louder."
"NO." Lita cried instinctively, threatening, "I am not going to move." She tightly wrapped her legs around her waist, adding, "I am just going to stay like this."
"Your back is turned around, so you might not have noticed, but the curtain is closed. No matter what we do, they wouldn't be able to see."
"I am not going to move."
He looked at her and smiled, "Let me rephrase it: no matter what I would do, they couldn't see it."
She stared at him in utter disbelief. As he slowly stood up, she shook her head separately, "My lord, please let me conserve the little bit of sanity I have left. Please."
Dereck smiled while supporting her bottom with one hand while moving the jug and bowls to the side of the table.
"Don't you worry, nobody you know." And he gently laid her down on the table.
Lita smiled at him, a smile that had given up on her self-respect. While he gathered her long dress on her chest and raised her legs against his chest, she decided to embrace her fate.
When the curtain was closed, the people outside concentrated on their drinking and merry-making. Until…
Until the rhythmic moaning became too loud to ignore…
*********
Next Day.
Lunch was over, and it was relatively calm in the early winter afternoon. Dereck was slowly walking through the duke's garden. Novela was walking beside him.
"Where were you last night?" She hesitated momentarily but still decided to ask the question in the end.
"I was enjoying the local delicacies around the city. I don't get much chance to leave the manor in the capital."
"You should have told me about it. We could have…" She paused and cheeked his expression before saying, "We could have had a date."
All that was needed to confirm their wedding was Dereck's nod. As he gave it in the evening, there was no problem approving the marriage.
Now, he has to send an envoy with a gift. The Marquis family would accept it. Then, they will report it to the king. After the king approves, they will travel to the temple and set the date. The day she will enter his house.
However, these were just the formalities, as their mothers had already negotiated the terms. She could even spend the night with him, and no one would even bat an eye.
However, Dereck knew that wasn't what she was talking about. More importantly, she didn't understand what delicacies he was tasting. But he couldn't break an innocent girl's heart.
"We can go again today."
"Really?" She couldn't contain her excitement.
"You do not mind sneaking out with me without telling anyone, right? The guards are no good."
"Yes, yes. We can wear commoner clothes so that no one will notice us." Novela said with excitement.
"Yes." Dereck nodded with a smile, and the awkward silence continued. "My lady, if I may…"
"Ummm…"
Although Dereck was unsure if calling Novela my lady would make her blush, he continued. "Why do you choose me? I think my lady could have become a principal wife, yet you chose to be my consort."
By the rule of this kingdom, if the woman is related to the man, she can't become a principal wife.
Dereck could not understand why, but he guessed it was because the principal wife's children would usually inherit most of the title. Their tradition is to keep the main bloodline clean.
"Because I want to." She didn't even hesitate. "I don't think you might remember, as you have always been kind to everyone. But to me…"
Novela blocked the path and looked directly at him. "Do you don't want to? I won't force you if you don't want to take me as your consort. I don't want you to remember me as a bad person."
As she stared at the floor, something about her melancholy expression touched a chord in his heart.
'What is this?' Dereck wasn't sure. He had been on too many missions to ever fall in love with anyone. Yet his body was reacting to her. He confirmed that she was not enamored with his skill.
'Perhaps they had become closer while I was speed-running through my early years. The bud had already spouted. There is no need for me to break it.'
"My lady?" Dereck raised his hand. Noevela was a little surprised, still putting her hand on his. He went to his knees and kissed the back of her hand. "There is no way I would refuse someone as charming as you."