Alistair's hands gripping her hips tightly while he thrusts into her in one swift motion. Emilia gasps, her nails digging into his back as he fills her completely. He pauses for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him, then begins to move slowly and deliberately, sending shocks of pleasure through her already sensitive body.
"Is this what you wanted?" Alistair's voice strained with pleasure while he picks up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. "Do you like it when I do it like this?"
Emilia's head rolls back, her moans echoing in the bathhouse once more while she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. "Yes. Harder, Al… do it harder…"
He groans, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock slamming into her with each motion. The man's hands move up to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as his hips drive into her, over and over again. Emilia's nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake as the pressure builds inside her once more.
"You're going to make me come again…" her voice was high and breathless. "Al… I can't take it…"
"Then scream for me again," the man growls, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic as he nears his own release. "Let me hear you, Em..."
When her orgasm hits, it's even more intense than the first. Her body convulses beneath him, her moans turning into desperate screams as her climax takes over, her pussy clenching tight around his cock. Alistair's name echoes in the room once more while she cries out, her entire world narrowing down to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
He follows close behind, his own release triggered by her tightness and the sound of her voice. With a final deep thrust, the man groans loudly, spilling inside her, his body shuddering as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. Alistair collapses on top of her, breathing heavily, his lips brushing against her neck while they both come down from the high.
After their intense climax, Alistair pulls Emilia off the cold floor and wraps his arms around her, guiding them both back into the warm water. The soothing heat surrounds them, but neither has the desire to pull away. The girl settles onto his lap, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of their shared release.
His cock remains buried deep inside her, not yet softening, as if reluctant to leave her warmth. Emilia's arms instinctively wrap around his broad shoulders, and her legs tighten around his hips, drawing him even closer. She can feel him growing hard again within her, his cock throbbing and filling her completely once more.
A soft moan escaped the girl's lips as her walls unconsciously squeezed him, reacting to the sensation. Alistair's grip on her back tightens, and he starts to move beneath her, his hips rolling upward in slow, deliberate thrusts. His cock slides in and out of her with ease, still slick from their previous release, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
Emilia can't help but respond, her hips instinctively matching his rhythm, grinding against him while his cock hits that sweet spot inside her with every thrust. "Al…"
He groans in response, the sound low and primal, vibrating through her chest. The girl's hands travel from his shoulders to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. Emilia gently guides his mouth down to her breast, her intentions clear without needing to say a word.
Alistair immediately takes the hint, his lips closing around her sensitive peak, his tongue swirling and teasing before sucking hard. A soft gasp escapes Emilia's lips, her back arching as the sensation sends a shiver down her spine. His hand on her back pulls her even closer, pressing her chest firmly against his face while he devours her breast.
The man's mouth moves eagerly and hungrily, like he can't get enough of her, his tongue flicking and licking while he sucks her nipple deeply. Alistair pulls back just slightly, still teasing her breast with his tongue.
"Are your breasts getting bigger? it feels like they fill my mouth more every time…"
Emilia moans softly, her fingers tightening in his hair while she moves her hips more deliberately, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Do you… not like it?"
Alistair groans deeply, thrusting harder into her while he shakes his head, his lips still grazing her breast. "No… I like it. I like it more… this way."
His words send a wave of heat coursing through her, and Emilia begins moving her hips faster, riding him harder. Her pussy tightens around his cock, gripping him with every thrust, her walls squeezing him as if to pull him deeper inside. The sensation is overwhelming, the girl's body responding instinctively to the growing need building between them.
"God… you're so tight," Alistair's voice strained as he felt her walls clenching around him. "Your pussy… it's like it's hungry for me… just like I'm starving for you."
Emilia's breath hitches, her body trembling when she hears his words. Her pace quickens, her hips moving up and down in rapid and fluid motions, her pussy circling his cock and taking him in deeper with each thrust. She can feel the tension building again, the familiar heat coiling in her belly as their movements grow more frantic, more desperate.
Alistair's hands grip her waist, holding her firmly while he begins thrusting up into her harder, faster, his cock pounding into her with a rough urgency. Their moans fill the bathhouse, echoing off the walls while their bodies move in perfect sync, both of them chasing the release that's just within reach.
"Em…" Alistair moans her name, his voice heavy with need. "I'm close… so close…"
"Me too," Emilia gasps, her nails digging into his back as she moves faster, her body trembling with the intensity of her approaching climax. "Al… please… don't stop…"
Alistair's thrusts become erratic, his cock slamming into her harder and deeper with every motion, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His hands slide from her waist to her hips, guiding her movements as he rams into her with desperate force. Emilia can feel her orgasm building, the pleasure overwhelming her senses until she can't hold back any longer.
"Al..."
Her voice breaking as her climax crashes over her like a wave. Her pussy tightens around him, pulsing and squeezing his cock while she comes hard, her body trembling violently in his arms.
Alistair groans loudly, his own release hitting him just moments after hers. "Em…"
His voice thick with pleasure as he thrusts into her one last time, spilling deep inside her. His cock throbs and twitches while he releases again and again, filling her completely.
Even after their shared climax, Emilia keeps moving, her hips slowing but still rocking gently against him to draw out every last drop of his release. She can feel him pulsing inside her, his cock still hard and warm within her while they both come down from the high. They look at each other then, their breaths ragged, eyes heavy with lingering desire.
Alistair leans forward, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Emilia melts into it, her arms tightening around his neck as their tongues dance together, their bodies still intimately connected. The man's cock remains hard inside her, the heat between them unrelenting, as if neither of them is ready to leave just yet.
The couple stay there, wrapped around each other, the water lapping gently at their bodies as they savor the closeness, the intimacy of the moment.
"You're insatiable…" Emilia whispers against his lips, a smile playing on her face.
Alistair chuckles softly, his hands roaming down her back, resting possessively on her hips. "Only when it comes to you," he murmurs, his voice filled with affection.
***
The morning light filtered through the curtains as Emilia stirred awake, her body still warm from the lingering effects of the night before. She stretched languidly, feeling a satisfying soreness that reminded her of the previous evening's intensity. When the girl blinked her eyes open, she was startled to see a figure standing by the door, dressed elegantly but with a warm smile on her face.
"Good morning, my lady," the woman said in a soft but steady voice, bowing slightly in greeting.
Emilia sat up quickly, pulling the sheets around herself in surprise. "Countess Evelyn?" she gasped, her mind racing. She hadn't expected anyone so early, let alone the countess herself. "What… What are you doing here?"
The woman, with her graceful demeanor and poised stance, offered a reassuring smile. "Her Majesty the Queen has appointed me to assist you from today onwards. She felt you might benefit from having someone with a bit more experience in navigating court matters."
Emilia's initial surprise melted into joy, her lips curving into a smile as she processed the countess's words. The woman was known not only for her sharp intellect but also for her graceful diplomacy in managing affairs of the kingdom. Having her as an ally was a significant advantage, especially with everything Emilia had on her plate, planning the Queen's birthday celebration, dealing with the political intrigues and helping Prince Dorian to get his lover.
"That's wonderful news," Emilia replied, the excitement clear in her voice. "I wasn't expecting someone of your status to be assigned to help me. It's truly an honor."
Countess Evelyn stepped further into the room, her gaze gentle but direct. "Her Majesty believes in the importance of this event and your role in it, my lady. She trusts your judgment, but she thought a guiding hand might ensure everything goes smoothly, especially given the delicate nature of the times."
Emilia nodded, understanding. The kingdom was going through a period of austerity, and any display of excessive wealth or grandeur could be seen as tone-deaf. Balancing the celebration while respecting the kingdom's current struggles would require careful thought, and she was grateful for the woman's experience.
"Thank you, Countess," Emilia said sincerely. "Your help is much appreciated, especially now. I've been thinking about how to make the Queen's celebration more modest yet still meaningful. Something that everyone in the kingdom can be a part of."
The woman smiled warmly. "I admire your vision, my lady. The Queen, as you know, prefers simplicity and authenticity over opulence. I believe together we can make this birthday a celebration that resonates with all, not just the nobles."
Emilia felt a rush of relief and gratitude. She had been uncertain about some of the decisions she was making, especially regarding the Queen's gown and the tone of the celebration. But with Countess Evelyn by her side, she knew she could manage it.
"I'm so glad you're here," Emilia admitted, her voice soft but earnest. "I've been trying to balance everything, Prince Dorian's expectations, the Queen's modest preferences, the needs of the people… I want to get it right, but I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed."
Countess Evelyn nodded, her expression sympathetic. "It's not an easy task, my lady, but you've already proven yourself capable. I'm here to help guide you through the more intricate parts of the process. Together, we'll ensure everything is perfect, not just for the Queen but for the kingdom."
Emilia felt a weight lift off her shoulders. With Countess Evelyn's guidance, she felt more confident in her decisions. "Thank you. Let's make this celebration one to remember, something that brings everyone together."
The countess gave a small, approving nod. "We will. Now, shall we start by reviewing the plans for today? I believe you intended to survey the fabrics for the Queen's gown?"
Emilia smiled and nodded, feeling energized for the day ahead. "Yes, let's begin."
As they moved forward with their plans, Emilia couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected but very welcome presence of Countess Evelyn. She knew that with her help, the celebration would not only be a success but also a true reflection of the Queen's values and the heart of the kingdom.
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