"Your senses are your greatest ally in bonding. Let this perfume serve as a reminder of this special day. Whenever you catch its scent, let it evoke memories of each other." The Countess commented.
After a light lunch, Emilia and Alistair were taken to a private atelier where a local perfumer guided them in creating their own unique fragrance. These perfumes were made with aphrodisiacal scents specially chosen to enhance desire and attraction. The activity required them to work closely together, selecting scents that appealed to their individual senses.
They were encouraged to make two perfumes, one for themselves and one for each other. This allowed them to discover more about each other's preferences and indulge in the intimate experience of crafting a personalized scent. As they worked, their fingers occasionally brushed against each other, their attention shifting from the task at hand to each other.
"What is the perfect perfume for a girl, something with a unique scent that will last a long time, Sir?" Emilia asked as she looked over the various glass bottles on the table after finishing the requested perfume for Countess Evelyn.
"How old is the girl, my lady?"
Emilia briefly glanced at Isabella who was standing near the entrance and browsing through the perfumes on the shelves. "She's around eighteen years old."
Alistair followed Emilia's gaze and immediately guessed the girl's plans, including who she intended to give the perfume to.
"In that case, what is that person's occupation, my lady?" The bespectacled man with perfectly white hair and dressed neatly, bowed his head slightly as he spoke to her, showing his respect for Emilia despite the significant age gap between them.
"A maid."
The old man seems hesitant upon hearing the answer. After all, being a maid puts one in the lowest social class where luxuries like perfume are reserved only for the upper classes.
"You heard me correctly, Sir." Emilia looked directly at the old man to reassure him. "Just give me a light scent that won't attract too much attention. What I need is something unique and long-lasting."
Standing with a straight posture and hands clasped in front of his body, the old man nodded. "In that case, I would recommend a fruity floral fragrance that exudes an alluring and delicate scent."
As a perfume specialist, the man provides explanations for his recommendations to ensure they were on the same page. "Although this perfume contains a mix of ingredients, it is primarily dominated by a citrus scent, ensuring both good longevity and a pleasant aroma."
Emilia notices a glimmer of pride in the old man's wrinkled face as he speaks with sparkling eyes. "It seems like the perfume meets my expectations, so please give me one."
Doubt is evident in the old man's body language, and his voice becomes softer. "But, it is quite expensive, my lady."
"It's alright, wrap one for me." Emilia said calmly, not at all bothered by the man's condition. He then retreated and disappeared behind the door that separated the front area from his private room.
After making sure the situation was clear and the people were standing a safe distance away, Emilia turned to Alistair who was trying out different scents from small bottles on display. "Why don't you pick one for Selene?"
Alistair's hand froze in midair as if struck by lightning, then slowly turned to Emilia with a deep gaze and a sarcastic voice. "You mean, for your lady-in-waiting?"
Emilia could detect the offense in his tone, but she chose to ignore it. "It's a rare opportunity for us to visit this place. I believe she would cherish a gift personally chosen by you from here."
Alistair didn't immediately respond, he only gave her a hesitant look, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. "Do you not think it will only put her in more danger? Adding fuel to the gossip that is already harming her because of us."
Even in this distant city, the one person he cares about most is still that girl. Thankfully, on this trip, the Queen has forbidden Selene from joining them, even though she is Emilia's lady-in-waiting. Alistair can't stand to see his beloved woman get hurt, so it's likely he would be the one to ruin this drama.
Emilia needs to start making backup plans just in case this happens, if Alistair breaks their deal and ends up leaving her. "You can keep it with my belongings," Emilia suggests. "I'll return it to you once we're back in the capital city."
Emilia's voice is still calm and even holding a hint of concern in her words. "I'm giving you the opportunity to reconcile with your girlfriend, because it appears that she is quite distressed and sad about us traveling together for an extended period of time."
Alistair narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was some kind of trap set up by Emilia or not, given how much the girl despised and even physically abused Selene when he was not around. "Are you serious?"
Emilia nodded. "I even stamped the paper to give my consent for your marriage, remember?" She reminded him about the agreement they had made previously, which she had handwritten herself.
A look of confusion was clear on Alistair's face, because he couldn't believe that the stubborn Emilia had suddenly changed her ways. She had even agreed to his request without causing a scene or breaking anything around them. "Why are you doing this?"
"I came to realize that loving myself is more important than forcing someone else to love me," Emilia's voice unwavering. "Instead of making three people suffer, wouldn't it be wiser for one person to sacrifice for the happiness of two others?"
Emilia couldn't interpret the expression on Alistair's face at that moment, and truthfully she didn't want to try because she knew it would only break the heart of this girl even more. "Whatever you choose to do in the future, I will support you," she said sincerely. "Just remember that."
After locking eyes for what seemed like an eternity, the old man returned to the room with the mentioned perfume. "Thank you, Sir." Said Emilia as she accepted the bottle from his hand. "It seems my husband also needs your help. Would you recommend a fragrance based on his preferences?"
Hearing that, the old man's smile grew wider and he bowed his head once. "Please, tell me what my lord needs and I will do my best to assist."
Emilia turned her gaze from the old man to Alistair and said one last thing before leaving the two there, "Take your time. I'll wait for you outside." Without looking back even once, she walked steadily towards the entrance where Isabella was standing.
From his position in the center of the room, he could see Emilia hand the bottle directly to Isabela, which surprised the girl as if she didn't expect Emilia to do something like that for her. Then Alistair saw Emilia speak a few words to reassure Isabella while smiling subtly and taking one of the girl's hands to offer the bottle. In that moment, not only was Isabella shocked but Alistair was also taken aback, because it was well known that Emilia did not like to be touched by others, especially her maid.
"My lord," the old man by his side called out to get Alistair's attention. "What scent are you searching for?"
Alistair was still half stunned from the scene before him. However, when he spoke his voice remained firm. "Tulip. I want a perfume with a Tulip fragrance."
When he looked back at them, Emilia and Isabella were already laughing together like old friends. It seemed that the girl had truly changed for the better, making it easier for people to warm up to her. But the question remained, had she really given up on him?
***
After a day filled with bonding, emotional connection, and sensory activities, Countess Evelyn led Emilia and Alistair to their most intimate session yet. The massage room had been transformed into a private and secluded space, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. A thin transparent white curtain became the only barrier between the Countess and the couple, offering little modesty but ensuring that she could still observe every movement and hear every sound.
As they entered the room, the Countess's calm and commanding voice could be heard from behind the curtain. She ordered Emilia and Alistair to undress, stripping away any facade of nobility and duty, revealing only their naked selves to each other. The smooth massage table in the center of the room became their stage for the evening, a place where their bodies would speak louder than any words could.
With the gentle hum of the Countess's voice, the massage session began. Her first instruction was for Alistair to take control and give Emilia pleasure through his touch.
"My lord, you must bring your wife to the climax of pleasure. Let her know how deep your desire is."
Alistair stood in front of Emilia and gently pushed her onto the table, laying her back and spreading her legs slightly. His fingers trailed down Emilia's thighs, teasing and tantalizing her skin before moving lower, finding the girl's wet and waiting. At first, Alistair circled Emilia's clit lightly, watching her squirm under his touch. Emilia gasped, her body instinctively responding to the feeling of the man's fingers teasing her folds.
The Countess's voice was a low hum behind the curtain, "Take it easy, my lord. Let the pleasure build slowly. Then, dip your fingers inside your wife, and let her feel your control."
Following her instructions, Alistair slid his finger inside Emilia, curling it gently as he continued to circle her clit with his thumb. Emilia's body arched, her breath coming out heavily, the sensation incredible when he added another finger, pumping it in and out slowly. The tension between them was palpable, and with each stroke of his fingers, Emilia could feel herself getting closer to the edge of release.
Emilia's panting grew louder, her hands gripping the edge of the massage table while Alistair's fingers moved quickly, pushing deeper into her. He watched Emilia intently, his other hand now caressing her stomach, then moving up to cup her breast gently, squeezing it softly in time with his fingers moving in and out of her.
"Don't stop, my Lord. Let your wife fall over the edge."
Alistair does as the countess said, continuing to finger Emilia, pushing her closer and closer until she finally screams in pleasure, the girl's body trembling with her orgasm. Alistair didn't stop until Emilia was completely spent, her breathing ragged and the body relaxing into the table beneath her.
With Emilia still panting from her orgasm, the Countess turned attention to the next command. "Now, my lady, it's your turn. Let your husband feel your touch, and bring him to his release."
Emilia still dazed but sits up, her body flushed from her recent pleasure. She knows what she has to do and, though nervous, the girl kneels before Alistair, his cock already hard and throbbing from watching Emilia come undone beneath his fingers. She wraps her hand around him, stroking it slowly at first, teasing Alistair as he had done to her.
The Countess's voice guides her once more, "My lady, use your mouth. Pleasure him as you would want him to pleasure you."
Emilia leans forward, her lips brushing the tip of Alistair's cock, tasting the salty heat of him. Slowly, the girl takes him into her mouth, sucking gently when Amelia's hand continues to stroke his shaft. Alistair groans, his hands gripping the sides of the massage table trying to control himself. The man watches Emilia as her lips slide further down his length, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of Alistair's cock with each movement.
With each swirl of her tongue, Alistair feels himself getting closer, but the Countess's voice warns them both to slow down, to savor the moment. Emilia's mouth moves slowly, deliberately, taking him as deep as she can before pulling back and repeating the motion, each stroke bringing Alistair closer to his own release.
When Emilia feels him twitching in her mouth, she increases the pace, bobbing her head faster, the girl's hand pumping the man's cock in sync with her mouth. Alistair groans louder, his hips lifting off the table loses himself in the sensation of her lips and tongue.
Alistair gasps, his release imminent. Emilia's lips tighten around him, and with a final thrust into her mouth, he spills himself.
"Em.." Alistair is groaning her name when he comes. Emilia swallows his release, her tongue teasing him until she has taken every drop.
***