While Emilia's body calmed from her earlier release, Alistair's hands still traced her thighs teasingly, just like he wasn't quite done yet. The man looked up at her, a smirk playing on his lips as an idea formed. He whispered huskily, his breath warm against the girl's skin.
"You know, we can both feel good at the same time."
Emilia, still catching her breath while looking at Alistair, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"
Alistair's smirk deepened, and his fingers trailed up Emilia's body, sending little shocks of pleasure through her.
"Flip around," Alistair suggested, his tone low and filled with promise. "I want to taste you again while you… take care of me."
Emilia's breath hitched when she realized what Alistair meant, and with a subtle flush in her cheeks, the girl hesitated for a second before following his instruction, flipping her body so that her ass was now above the man's face and her legs straddling him. Alistair's cock was now right in front of Emilia, already hard and waiting for her touch. He wailed in anticipation, his hands gripping her hips to pull her down closer to his mouth.
"That's it," Alistair murmured while his tongue flicked over her once more, making Emilia puff softly. "Now, take me in your mouth. Slow at first…" The man's voice was thick with desire when he gave her instructions.
Emilia reached out, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock before she lowered her lips to him, taking Alistair into her mouth slowly just like he asked. The man whimpered beneath her, the vibrations from his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through her body while his tongue delved deeper into her inside.
"Yes… just like that, Em..," Alistair sob, his hips shifting modestly while he thrust up into Emilia's mouth. His tongue never stopped moving, exploring her with renewed fervor now that they were both engaged in pleasuring each other. "Take me deeper… I want to feel your throat around me."
Emilia moaned at his words, the vibration against Alistair's cock making him cry even louder. The girl obeyed, taking him deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapped densely around the man while she started to bob her head.
"Good… you feel amazing," Alistair howled, his fingers digging into Emilia's hips while he continued to lick and suck at her, the man's tongue working her clit while occasionally plunging deep inside the girl. "Keep going… don't stop."
His words were breathy and filled with need, guiding Emilia while her tongue swirled around him, taking Alistair deeper with each motion. The man whined and grew louder, his hips now moving in time with her mouth.
"Use your tongue more… right around the head," Alistair directed, his voice strained when he spoke. The man could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "Yes, just like that… you're so good at this."
His praise only spurred her on, Emilia's hand stroking the base of Alistair's cock while her lips worked the tip, her tongue following his instructions exactly as he liked. The man's hips bucked again, pushing himself further into her mouth.
"Faster now… a little faster," Alistair groaned, his voice more urgent while he felt himself getting closer to his climax. "I'm so close… don't stop…"
But even when he was approaching his release, Alistair didn't neglect Emilia's crave. His mouth worked over her with renewed intensity, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit while his fingers slipped inside her again, thrusting in time with his licks.
Emilia moaned around him, her hips grinding against Alistair's face when she neared her own climax once more. The man's groans grew louder, his fingers gripping her thighs as he felt himself reaching the edge. "Em… I'm going to come…" he panted, his voice hoarse with hunger.
At the same time, Alistair's tongue moved with increased fervor against Emilia's clit, sucking hard while his fingers pumped into her faster. The man wanted them to come together, to feel the passion crash over them at once.
"Don't stop… keep going…" Alistair wailed, his voice barely above a whisper now while he felt his climax nearing. The man's tongue never stopped, his fingers pushing Emilia closer to her own release.
With one final thrust of his hips and a sob that shook his entire body, Alistair came hard in Emilia's mouth, his cock throbbing while he spilled himself into her. Simultaneously, his tongue and fingers sent the girl over the edge, her body trembling when she came with him, her cries muffled by his cock.
They both rode out their climaxes together, Emilia and Alistair bodies shuddering in unison as waves of lust crashed over them. The man's mouth never left her, even when he whined through his release, his tongue still working the girl until she was spent.
After a moment, when Alistair felt that Emilia had calmed down and the door to their room was securely closed, he carefully turned the girl's body to lie properly on the bed, while he turned off the light and left only a dim glow from the balcony. When the man returned, Emilia was lying with her back facing him, her nude body indicating how exhausted she must be since the girl didn't even bother with the nightgown.
Alistair, who was wearing only pajama pants with his bare chest showing well-defined and sturdy muscles, immediately took on the position of hugging Emilia from behind while pulling the blanket over both of them. One of his hands wrapped around the girl's shoulder while the other gently brushed over her lower abdomen. It seemed just like the man was holding onto her possessively but also lovingly all together.
"Is the tonic too strong for you?" Alistair whispered in Emilia's ear while she closed her eyes. "Should I speak to the Countess about this?"
Emilia sighed before answering weakly, "I don't have a choice. I need it."
Alistair's hand rested just below Emilia's navel, moving up to her rib. "There must be another way. Perhaps I could offer myself to drink the tonic instead of you."
Unconsciously, a small smile appeared on Emilia's lips upon hearing Alistair's words, showing his concern for her. "Are you really willing to sacrifice your body for me?"
"If it will make you feel better, I'm willing to do it." As showing his sincerity, Alistair's hand was on her ribs, quickly moved to one of her breasts and cupped it fully.
"Because I don't like seeing you in pain." Alistair's hand that was around her shoulder suddenly moves to scoop her other breast, warming both of Emilia's chest.
"I'll think about it later." Emilia tried to move away, but the man's stubborn hand wouldn't allow her to create any distance between their bare bodies.
"Another important matter is getting Isabella to take the bottle from Lady Seraphine. We can't afford any more delays." She knew that hindering it would put the Queen in a more dangerous situation, which was the last thing they wanted.
"So, how do you plan to convince her?" Alistair's hand moves slowly around the girl's breast, teasing it.
Emilia opens her eyes and responds with a serious tone, "There is only one way to make her certain." Then she turns her body over, freeing herself from Alistair's touch.
With a determined expression, the girl continues, "Let's keep Isabella close to us and let her witness everything with her own eyes."
Alistair raises an eyebrow in response, but seeing that Emilia is confident in her decision, he replies nonchalantly. "Do whatever you want, I will follow your lead."
When Alistair begins to touch her in sensitive places, Emilia quickly wraps her arms around him, preventing him from doing anything more than hugging her. It seems like the man understands her message clearly because he stops his movements, then holds the girl firmly with one hand while the other rests on her butt. This is a much better alternative, because she doesn't have the energy for another round.
Alistair kisses Emilia's forehead and closes his eyes, mirroring the girl's actions. "Have a nice dream."
The girl, barely conscious at this point, can only reply weakly. "Good night."
***
Emilia wakes up first in Alistair's embrace. The early light filters into the room, casting a soft glow over their bare bodies while they lay entwined beneath the blankets. The girl stirs slightly, her body still warm from the night's intimacy, but her mind now alert.
Alistair, still fast asleep, rests peacefully beside her with his chest rising and falling gently. Emilia glances suddenly moves toward the door, knowing the maid will be approaching soon for the morning wakeup call. Determined to use this moment to convince Isabella of their growing relationship, the girl presses her body against the man's lips brushing it in a soft, testing kiss.
The warmth of his skin and the familiar scent of Alistair's body pull Emilia in deeper, making the kiss, which began as gentle, quickly intensifies. The man instinctively responding to her touch, wraps an arm around her waist, pulling the girl close. His other hand moves to the back of her neck, deepening their kiss while he murmurs against her lips.
"Mmm… what's gotten into you?" Alistair is confused, but responding to her.
Emilia answers with a teasing whisper, "Isabella is coming. Let's give her a real show… kiss me like you mean it."
His eyes flutter open briefly, realizing what she's doing. Alistair gives her a crooked smile before pulling Emilia on top of him, allowing her to take the lead. Their lips meet again in a passionate kiss while the girl shifts, positioning herself to ensure Isabella will hear and see exactly what she needs to believe.
Emilia takes control, kissing Alistair with growing intensity while her hands running through his hair, her body pressing down onto his. Just like she predicted, the sound of footsteps approaches outside their door, which makes the maid hesitant but curious. Isabella reaches for the handle, with a tentative push, she cracks the door open ever so slightly.
Alistair, now fully awake, flips Emilia onto her back, their bodies tangled under the blanket. His lips trail from her mouth down her neck, and lower still, disappearing beneath the covers. From Isabella's vantage, all she sees is the rising movement of the blanket and Emilia's breathless moans while Alistair's hands remain on her breasts, the man's fingers teasing and pinching her nipples.
"Yes… Al… right there…" Emilia groaned between breaths.
Isabella's face flushes while she watches in stunned silence. Underneath the blanket, Alistair continues his sensual exploration, his mouth now working between Emilia's legs. The girl, thoroughly lost in the pleasure he's giving her, grips the back of the man's head through the fabric and guides him as her body quivers.
Emilia panting almost just like to tease the maid further, "Oh… Al… I never knew you could… make me feel like this."
Isabella's jaw tightens as she observes, but her mind settles there is no doubt left. The couple, once merely pretending for appearances, seems now entirely consumed by desire for one another. Whatever doubts she had about the relationship being real have evaporated.
Emilia's cries grow louder, and Alistair's movements more deliberate, while he pushes her toward the edge of ecstasy. Isabella, blushing and thoroughly persuaded, quietly shuts the door and retreating down the hallway, leaving the two lovers to their morning entanglement. Inside the room, Emilia grins victoriously between her gasps of pleasure, knowing that her plan has worked.
However, the moment Isabella was gone, Alistair's pace quickened and his hunger for Emilia's body awoke with an intensity. The man's mouth worked over her body with a fervor that made the girl breath catch, his tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Emilia's hands clenched the sheets, her head falling back as she gave in completely.
The girl's legs, twitching from the onslaught of thirst, unconsciously wrapped around Alistair's neck, pulling him in harder. The man's clasp on her thighs fixed in response, his fingers digging into Emilia soft skin while he held her in place. The sensation of his sucking lips and eager tongue made the girl's hips buck against him, her body helpless to do anything but chase the enjoyment he was giving her.
"Oh… don't stop… harder… make me come." Emilia's voice is soft but firm.
The girl's words spurred him on, his tongue moving more aggressively, teasing and tasting every part of her. Emilia could feel herself climbing higher and higher toward her climax, her breath hitching, her growls growing louder despite her attempts to stifle them. Every time Alistair's tongue stroked her most sensitive spot, her body tensed in anticipation of the release she craved.
"Mmm… you taste… so good." Alistair muffled by her thighs.
Emilia shuddered at the sensation of his voice vibrating against her, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of her climax. The girl clutched at Alistair's hair, tugging it lightly while she ground her hips against his mouth, desperate for release.
"Yes… just like that… don't stop… please…" Her voice pleading now.
Moments later, her body convulsed and legs shaking as her orgasm washed over. Emilia pants, her fingers gripping his hair even tighter when the thrill overwhelmed the girl's senses. Alistair didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck until Emilia was left shuddering and her legs finally loosening their grip around his neck.
Alistair's head lifted from beneath the blanket and his face glistened with her arousal, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Looks like I found my favorite appetizer."
Their eyes locked, Emilia let out a short laugh while her hand reached up to brush Alistair's messy hair back from his face. "You're insatiable… but I'm not complaining."
As Alistair grinned, his fingers found their way back to her breasts, playfully tweaking her nipples. Emilia heaved, her body still sensitive from the aftershocks of her climax, but she couldn't help but smile at him.
"You think you can handle another round… or should I give you a break?" Alistair teasing with his husky voice.
Emilia chuckled softly, still brushing his hair. "I think… I might need a minute. But you, on the other hand, seem like you're just getting started."
Their laughter filled the room as they shared a moment of intimacy, both of them basking in the aftermath of their passion, fully aware that this was far from over.
***