As the two catch their breath, Countess Evelyn doesn't let them rest for long. The next instruction is delivered in a firm and quiet tone.
"My lord, lay your stomach onto the massage table. Let the muscles of your back be exposed showing the tension of the day clung to your body."
While waiting for Alistair to position himself there, Countess Evelyn turned her direction to Emilia. "My lady, on the small table beside you, there is a bottle of oil that you just made today for your husband. My lady can start preparing to give him a massage."
Emilia glanced at the small black glass, then carefully poured its contents into the bowl there. She immersed her hands into the warm, aromatic oil she had created, a blend of sandalwood and patchouli that perfectly balanced masculine earthiness with sweet sensuality. As a finishing touch, she added a dash of ginger for a spicy and warming effect. Her fingers trembled slightly looking at them glistened with the fragrant oil, its aphrodisiac properties rising into the air around her.
"Now, my lady, start slowly. Let your hands glide over your husband's shoulders, don't rush it." The Countess' voice smooth, laced with an almost seductive authority.
Emilia's hands touched Alistair's skin, the warmth of the oil sinking into his flesh when her fingers kneaded his tense muscles, she bit her lip while glancing up at the man's body.
"Good. Yes, just like that," Countess Evelyn's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Let your husband feel your presence, your desire. Don't hold back."
Alistair groaned under Emilia's touch, the tension in his muscles slowly easing away. The man's breathing deepened, each exhale becoming a soft moan as Emilia's hands moved lower, massaging along his spine. Her heart pounded at the sight of Alistair's reaction, but under Countess Evelyn's watchful gaze, she grew more confident.
"Now, my lady," Countess Evelyn's voice dropped to a sultry whisper, "You may pour the oil there, right along your husband's lower back. Don't be shy, spread it, let it flow."
Emilia obeyed, the oil dripping onto Alistair's skin in a golden stream, her hands following its path, slick and careful. The aroma thickened in the air, the aphrodisiac scent wrapping around them both. Alistair moved under her touch, his breathing becoming heavier, a clear sign that the potion she had made earlier was working.
"Your husband loves it, doesn't he?" Countess Evelyn grinned. "Your husband feels every bit of your touch now. But don't stop there. Straddle him, my lady."
Emilia hesitated only for a moment before moving to mount Alistair, her thighs brushing his sides when she positioned herself above him, her body pressed against his. Alistair's back muscles twitched beneath her as she continued to massage him, Emilia's hands moving with more urgency, fueled by the intoxicating mix of desire and the Countess's encouraging words.
"Do you feel your wife, my lord?" Countess Evelyn taunted from the side, her voice a seductive command. "Do you feel your wife needs you, how she's losing herself right now?"
Alistair's response was a deep groan, his body tensing again, but this time not from stress. He shifted slightly under Emilia, and she could feel his arousal growing beneath her.
"Turn your husband around, my lady." Countess Evelyn's voice cut through the heat of the atmosphere, an undeniable command. "Let your husband see you. Let him know who's in control tonight."
Emilia's heart pounded as she carefully coaxed Alistair to his back, the man's eyes half-lidded with lust when they locked onto hers. The oil had done more than relax him, but it had ignited something in both of them, a burning desire that they could no longer resist. Emilia hovered over Alistair, her chest brushing his when she leaned down to kiss him deeply, the girl's lips slick with the oil that still clung on her hands.
"Now, my lady, take your husband." Countess Evelyn whispered, her voice barely audible but powerful enough to guide Emilia's next move.
Countess Evelyn's voice then turned to Alistair, "My lord, let your wife ride you and control the pace. It's time for her to dominate you."
With the Countess's voice lingering in her ears, Emilia slowly slid down Alistair's body, positioning herself on top of him. She gasped at his hard and ready beneath her, the man's hands gripping Emilia waist while he thrust upward slightly, Alistair restraint hanging by a thread. Both of them gasp as he enters her, their bodies slick and ready from their earlier releases.
The Countess's voice urges them, "Take your time, my lady. Let him feel every inch of you. Move slowly, and then, when you are ready, take him deeper."
Emilia's breath hitched when she lowered herself onto Alistair, feeling him fill her inch by inch. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before meeting his gaze again. The man's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding Emilia movements as she began to ride him, slow at first with a sensual rhythm, then faster when the tension between them grew. Alistair rocks back and forth with each thrust bringing them closer together.
The room was filled with the scent of oil and desire, as Emilia rides him harder, her hands bracing against Alistair's chest when she moves faster, taking him deeper with each thrust. Emilia can feel Alistair's cock hitting that sweet spot inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The aphrodisiac in the oil made every sensation sharper, more intense, as if their skin was burning where they touched.
"Em..," Alistair moans her name, his grip tightening on Emilia's hips as he thrusts up into her, matching her pace. They move together, faster and faster, until they are both close on the edge of release once again.
Countess Evelyn's voice cut through the heat once more, her words full of consideration. "That's it, my lady. Let yourself go. Let your husband feel it all."
And with a final, breathless moan, they both cry out and their bodies shuddering in unison as they come together. Emilia lost herself in pleasure, her body collapsing on Alistair's chest while they both reached their peak and panting. The two bodies are exhausted and soaked with sweat, while the world around them seems to fade into nothing but the heat of their joined bodies.
When they lay together, still connected, the Countess's voice cuts through the air, soft but commanding from behind the thin curtain.
"Now, my lord, my lady, words can ignite passion just as much as touch. I want you to tell each other what you desire, what you crave. Speak the things you would never dare to say."
Emilia's face flushes at the suggestion, her body still trembling from the feel of Alistair beneath her. She isn't sure where to begin, she's never spoken so openly about her desires before. But the Countess's tone leaves no room for doubt.
"My lord, you will begin. Tell your wife what you want to do to her."
Alistair hesitates, but when he feels Emilia's body tighten around him, the man's restraint begins to waver. His voice, low and husky, broke the tension.
"I want to feel you come on my cock again, Em.." He gripped Emilia hips tighter, pulling her closer. "I want to fuck you so deep that you'll feel me all night long. I want to hear you beg me for more."
His words are raw and primal, making Emilia shivers at the sound of them, her arousal heightening. Hearing Alistair speak so bluntly, without the usual formality, excites her in a way she never expected.
The Countess nods in approval, her voice coaxing Emilia to respond. "Now, my lady, it's your turn. Tell him what you want."
Emilia bites her lip, her mind racing. Her breath catches as she pushes herself to match Alistair intensity and Emilia straightens her back, straddling him again. "I want you inside me, Al.. I want to feel every inch of you filling me."
Emilia's voice is shaky at first, but it grows bolder with every word. "I want you to fuck me until I can't think of anything else."
Alistair's grip on her tightens, her words making his cock throb inside Emilia. He groans, thrusting up into her, driven by her unexpected boldness.
"That's it, my lady, keep going." The Countess encourages.
Feeling the shift in the room, Emilia leans down, her lips brushing Alistair's ear as she continues. "I love how you fill me, how hard you get for me. I want you to fuck me harder, make me scream your name."
Her dirty words push them both over the edge. Alistair's hands move up her body, gripping her breasts as he thrusts harder. Their moans fill the room, blending with the soft, approving hum from the Countess behind the curtain.
They continue to move, the Countess instructs them to push each other further.
"Tell your wife what you want her to do, my lord. Give her direction."
Alistair's voice is thick with desire. "Ride me faster, Em.. Take me deeper. I want to see you lose yourself on my cock."
Emilia moans at his words, doing exactly as he says. Her body moving faster and harder, the girl's eyes locked on Alistair while their breaths sync in rhythm.
"Now, my lady, tell him how it feels. Tell him what you need."
Emilia's voice is breathless, barely holding back her cries of pleasure. "It feels so good. I need more. I need you to fuck me harder, to make me come again."
Their words, once hesitant now flow freely, each one fueling their arousal, pushing them toward another intense climax. Every lewd phrase heightens the tension, making each movement more desperate, more raw, until they're both consumed by the fire their words have ignited.
With a final thrust, they both cried out again and their bodies shook as they fused. Emilia collapses back onto Alistair's chest, both of them panting, their bodies spent.
"You've done well tonight. Get some rest now, because tomorrow, we will begin again."
Countess Evelyn leaves them alone, their bodies still tangled together, but something has changed between them. The intimacy they shared wasn't just about duty tonight. For the first time, they begin to feel the stirrings of something deeper, something that goes beyond just following orders.
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The next morning, after an intense night together, Emilia quietly slips away and leaves Alistair alone for breakfast. Before leaving, she writes a short message to Countess Evelyn, explaining that she has an urgent matter to attend to, likely a secret mission to further her investigation into the palace conspiracy. With Emilia gone, the Countess takes the opportunity to focus solely on Alistair's progress and preparation.
When Alistair sits down for breakfast, Countess Evelyn enters the room, her presence as calm and confident as ever. She surveys the empty space where Emilia should have been, then turns her attention to Alistair.
"My lord, since the Crown Princess is not here, let us take this time to reflect on your performance over the past two days."
Alistair shifts uncomfortably in his chair, still adjusting to the strange mix of duty and arousal of his interactions with Emilia. The Countess's gaze is sharp, and he knows there's no way to avoid her assessment.
"You've made considerable progress in building intimacy with your wife, but there are a few areas you need to improve." Countess Evelyn pauses for a moment.
"You were quite effective in bringing the Crown Princess pleasure during foreplay. My lord's touch was confident, and you followed my instructions well, allowing her body to respond naturally to your movements. It's clear that my lord can understand your wife's needs." She then continues with a more pointed critique.
"However, there are areas that need refinement. While physical touch is important, true intimacy comes not only from actions but also emotional connection. You must learn to be more sensitive to her reactions, reading the subtle changes in her body language and mood. My lord's role is not only to please your wife but to anticipate what she desires before my lady even knows it herself."
Alistair absorbs the critique, he's never thought of his relationship with Emilia in these terms before, but the Countess's words begin to make sense. Pleasure is not just physical, there is a deeper connection that can be established through communication, which they never had before.
"You must also take more initiative. While you followed my instructions well, the next step is for my lord to lead the encounters. Don't wait for her to ask for pleasure, give it to her freely, and show your wife that you desire her as much as she does you."
After breakfast, Countess Evelyn hands Alistair a small leather-bound book, decorated with silver symbols along its spine. She explains that this book will serve as a guide, both practical and theoretical, on how to arouse Emilia and build a deeper connection with her.
"This book contains detailed descriptions of the types of touch and techniques that can arouse the Crown Princess. It also includes a section on verbal arousal, which is just as important as the physical. My lord must learn to use your words to unlock your wife's desires at every stage of your intimacy.
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