For their last session with Countess Evelyn, the location chosen is a room located at the back of the palace overlooking the sea, which sets the perfect stage for the momentous encounter. The soft murmur of the waves echoes through the room, the sky turning deep hues of amber and violet as the sun begins to set. The air is filled with the salty breeze, but the warmth from within the villa contrasts the cool evening approaching outside.
The room is dimly lit with flickering candles, casting soft, dancing shadows on the walls. The expansive bed, draped with silk sheets, dominates the center of the room, inviting intimacy. The balcony doors are slightly ajar, allowing the gentle sea breeze to waft through, cooling the tension that builds between them.
There's a certain energy in the air, a sense of finality that the couple know this may be the ultimate time they can be honest and unguarded with each other before returning to the roles the two are expected to play at the palace.
Countess Evelyn, as always, is a quiet but guiding presence, her voice steady and calm while she gives her ending instructions. The woman is aware that this moment means more to both of them than just a physical encounter, it's an emotional release, a stripping away of their facades.
Stands at a distance, Countess Evelyn observing the subtle but growing shift in the couple's demeanor. This time, she says less, knowing that they are ready to guide each other.
As they begin, Alistair is the first to speak, his voice low but clear, breaking the comfortable silence. "No more pretending tonight. Just us."
His hands gently resting on Emilia's shoulders. The man gazes at her with unmasked vulnerability, no longer the Crown Prince burdened with the weight of his responsibilities, but simply a man, wanting her.
The girl, hearing his words, pauses for a moment, her heart fluttering in a way she didn't expect. Emilia looks up at Alistair, their eyes locking, and for once, the careful composure she holds so tightly starts to dissolve. "No more pretending."
Her voice is almost a whisper. There's no need for titles here, no need for duties or obligations. They are just two people who have found solace in each other, however brief it may be.
The couple begin slowly, their movements deliberate but tender, there's no rush, only an aching desire to make this memorable. Alistair pulls Emilia closer, the fabric of her dress slipping from her shoulders, exposing the soft skin to the cool air and the warmth of his touch. He kisses her gently, each brush of his lips a silent promise that tonight, they belong to no one but each other.
Countess Evelyn, standing nearby, watches with quiet approval. "Let go of the weight you've been carrying," she says softly, her voice almost a part of the atmosphere itself. "There is no one else here. Let yourselves be free." She steps back further, leaving them to discover this minute together.
Alistair takes the Countess' advice to heart. He pulls Emilia onto the bed, his hands moving across her body with reverence, worshiping every inch of the girl. "I never wanted this to end."
He whispers against her skin, his lips brushing the curve of her neck, then moving lower, as if memorizing Emilia's body through touch. Alistair takes his time, savoring the taste of her softness under his hands.
Emilia, too, is different tonight, there's no hesitation and holding back. She responds to Alistair with equal fervor, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. The girl's breaths are shaky, but her resolve is steady.
She pushes him onto his back, taking control as her lips trail down his chest, her hands exploring every muscle, every inch that is his. Emilia lets herself indulge in the power she has over Alistair, something she rarely allows herself to do.
"You're mine tonight," she whispers, her voice sultry, while she looks up at him through hooded eyes.
Emilia's lips curl into a soft smile as she moves lower, teasing him, making him groan in anticipation. The girl can feel his tense beneath her, the man breath catching in his throat while she takes him into her mouth, the warmth of her lips enveloping him. Alistair's hand instinctively reaches for her hair, but this time, he doesn't guide her. He trusts her, lets her set the pace.
Countess Evelyn speaks again, her tone more serious now, yet gentle. "Take your time. Feel each other, not just physically, but in every way that you haven't allowed yourselves to before."
Emilia takes those words to heart, her movements slow and deliberate, her tongue teasing him, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible. The girl can hear Alistair breathing grow heavier, feel the way his body trembles beneath her touch, but she doesn't rush it. She wants the man to remember this, remember her.
Alistair lets out a low cry, his head tilting back, eyes closed as he surrenders to the sensations. "Em..." He breathes, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're… perfect."
The man's hands clutch the sheets, his body arching slightly while she continues to pleasure him. Each stroke of Emilia's tongue, each movement of her hand sends shivers through him. Alistair feels completely undone by her, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure she's giving him.
For a moment, they are truly just themselves. Two people who need each other, not for duty or politics, but for the raw connection that they both crave.
When he can no longer hold back, Alistair reaches for her, pulling her back up towards him, capturing her lips in a kiss that is both desperate and tender. "I don't want this to end," the man whispers between kisses, his hands cradling the girl's face just like he's afraid she'll disappear.
Emilia looks at him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. For the first time, she allows herself to be completely vulnerable in Alistair's arms. "It doesn't have to." The girl says, her voice barely audible, but the truth hangs heavy between them.
After a long silence, Alistair speaks again, his voice softer now, filled with emotion. "When we get back to the palace, everything will change. But I won't let us forget this. I won't let you forget how much I need you."
They lay together in the quiet that follows, the sound of the sea outside their window, the warmth of their bodies entwined, and the knowledge that tonight, they were free of their roles.
Countess Evelyn silently steps out of the room, her purpose fulfilled, leaving them to cherish their final moment as a couple before the duties of the kingdom call them back.
After a while, it was Alistair's turn to please Emilia. While they lay together in the warm glow of the flickering candles, the tension still palpable between them, the man shifted and slowly trailing kisses down her body, his lips brushing over the girl's soft skin. He savored every inch of her, adoring her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world at that moment.
Alistair whispered softly when his lips met her lower belly, "I want to hear you. I want to feel you come undone."
Emilia's breath hitched in excitement while Alistair gently parted her legs, positioning himself between them. The man's mouth found her most sensitive spot with ease, his tongue flicking over the girl's folds with a precision that sent shockwaves through her body. His touch was slow at first, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him as he licked and kissed her with a fervor that felt like he was lost in her.
"Al.." She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The man only groaned in response, his tongue working faster now, circling Emilia clit in slow, deliberate strokes that had her thighs trembling.
Each flick of Alistair's tongue made her whimper, Emilia's back arching off the bed. The man lapped at her eagerly, his mouth hot against her while he devoured the girl like a man starved. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he hummed against her, the vibrations making her hips buck involuntarily.
"You're… too good at this." She panted, her body already trembling from the building pleasure. "I can't..." Emilia began, but her words were lost as Alistair pushed her closer to the edge.
"You can." He replied between kisses, his voice low and thick with desire. Alistair looked up at the girl, his eyes dark and filled with need. "I want to taste all of you, Em.."
He buried his face back between her thighs, his tongue diving deeper, licking and sucking with a rhythm that had her seeing stars. Each stroke of Alistair's tongue against Emilia clit was perfectly timed, each kiss sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. The man's fingers slid inside her, curling upwards while he licked, making the girl cry out as her first orgasm hit, her body shaking with the force of it.
"That's it." Alistair muttered, his lips brushing against Emilia sensitive skin as he withdrew his fingers. "I want to hear you come again."
Suddenly the man straightened his back and Emilia's legs draped over his broad shoulders, the tension in her body built to an almost unbearable level. Alistair had her hips held firmly, his grip possessive yet gentle, keeping her in place while his mouth worked against her with unrelenting intensity. The girl's body was bent into a triangle, with her head sinking into the bed, and her hips slightly raised, pushing her closer to the edge with each flick of his tongue.
Alistair's mouth moved expertly, his tongue sweeping and circling her swollen clit in slow, deliberate motions. The man alternated between licking and sucking, drawing her deeper into waves of pleasure. Each time his lips closed around her sensitive nub, Emilia let out a shuddering sob, her hands gripping the sheets as her body trembled beneath him.
"Al… don't stop." The girl gasped, her voice breathless with need.
Alistair hummed in response, his deep voice vibrating against her, sending shockwaves through Emilia's core. His hands slid up her thighs, holding her steady while he intensified his rhythm. The man looked up at her from between her legs, his gaze heated and focused entirely on her pleasure.
"You taste so sweet." He murmured between licks, his voice thick with lust. "I could do this for hours and still never get enough of you."
Emilia's breath hitched at his words, her body arching involuntarily into him. The man's praise, the way he seemed to savor every moment, only heightened the pleasure coursing through her veins. The girl could barely form words, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations.
"Al… I'm so close…" She whined, her legs trembling against his shoulders.
Alistair growled softly, his tongue dipping inside her before returning to her clit, swirling and sucking with renewed intensity. One of the man's hands slid down to join his mouth, his fingers teasing her entrance, sliding in with ease as her arousal drenched his hand. He curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot inside her, and Emilia cried out, her body jolting from the pleasure.
"Come for me, Em.." He whispered against her, his breath hot and heavy against her slick folds. "Let go. I want to feel you come on my tongue."
Alistair's words were her undoing. With a final cry of his name, Emilia's body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her, her climax crashing through her in powerful surges. The man didn't stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to work her through her orgasm, milking every last bit of pleasure from her trembling body.
When her climax ebbed, Emilia lay panting, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. Alistair's body slowly descended back down and his grip tightened on the girl's thighs while his tongue glided over her drenched folds with a hunger that made her entire body shaking. The man licked every drop of her arousal, savoring each taste like a man starved.
His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to prolong Emilia's pleasure, but also presumably he would never let a single drop go to waste. Alistair's tongue dipped deep into her entrance, curling to gather her essence before sliding up to flick her swollen clit once more.
"All mine." He growled softly, his voice dark and possessive as he continued to devour her, lapping at Emilia's juices like it was the most precious thing he'd ever tasted.
Alistair's eyes flickered up to meet hers, the intensity in his gaze sending shivers through her already sensitive body. "I won't share you with anyone."
He didn't stop until he had licked her clean, his mouth working against Emilia until he had tasted every last bit of her. When Alistair pulled back, his lips were still glistening with her juices, and he smiled down at her, his expression filled with pride and satisfaction.
Emilia, breathless and spent. She felt apparently he had taken a part of her with him, but at that moment, she didn't care. It felt right, like she was meant to belong to Alistair in every way, and the look in his eyes told the girl that he would never let her go.
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