8. The Maid’s Night Out (Part 3)

After their first kiss, just thinking of Alexander made her body tingle unbearably. But…

Alexander had said “honesty is a virtue.”

He was not the type of man who would be disgusted by this.

Eirin turned to look at him, whispering with her red lips.

“Yes. Please, enter me… Your Grace.”

Alexander barely restrained the urge to hastily thrust his partially inserted m*mber fully into her. The veins on his p*nis were throbbing as much as his desire.

He just wanted to plunge inside right away. But Eirin likely wasn’t yet accustomed to penetration. Her p*ssy was coated in thick ar*usal, but even though he had touched her with his fingers, it didn’t seem her inner walls had completely relaxed.

Alexander parted Eirin’s legs a bit more. As she leaned forward, she turned her head back, puzzled.

“Alexander?”

“Let’s loosen you up here first.”

“It’s fine, we don’t have time-“

But Eirin couldn’t finish her sentence, as Alexander had inserted two fingers into her entrance.

“Aah…”

The flushed pink membrane came into view. An obsc*nely lewd color.

“If I stimulate this area intensely…”

He said, swirling his fingers around.

“It’ll feel even better, and you’ll desire me even more… openly.”

“Nnh.”

As he repeatedly pushed his fingers in deep, then pulled them out, compressing her flesh, just as he said, her desire only grew.

His fingers felt good, but she wanted Alexander’s throbbing, dark red p*nis entering her. Penetrating deep inside, rummaging through her very core.

Eirin’s lips, tracing the pl*asure she had experienced before, swallowed hard.

“Do you want to try it too?”

“Huh…?”

At Alexander’s words, Eirin blinked, not understanding. His eyes looked at her languidly and smiled.

“Put your hand back here.”

“Why….how….?”

“Do it.”

Obediently, Eirin stretched out her hand, and Alexander pulled it between her legs. He placed her small hand on the hole he had just been fingering, and slowly guided her movements.

“Aah!”

Alexander’s fingers and Eirin’s fingers, two sets, entered the tiny opening together. He had touched her there before, but this was the first time she had so explicitly stimulated her own s*x for pl*asure.

Her ar*used flesh clung to her fingers. Foreign and unfamiliar, the searing heat made Eirin’s face flush.

“This is… this is…”

It was far more embarrassing having her own hand there than when Alexander touched her. But soon, Alexander withdrew his hand, stepping back. Eirin tried to pull her fingers out as well, but Alexander’s stern voice stopped her.

“No, Eirin.”

“Hm…?”

“Don’t remove your hand. Today, I’m your master, so you’ll obey my orders.”

Hypnotized, she followed his command. He angled the mirror on the opposite wall, and there was the sight of her, hips jutted out, fingers inside her p*ssy.

“Ah!”

“While I’ll be the one doing it from now on, your heroine is different. If you want to write about it, you need to know how hot a woman’s insides can be, Eirin.”

“But…”

Still unable to remove her hand from within herself, Eirin panted and asked,

“What do you do in the meantime?”

“Me? Just watching you is enough.”

As if it were the truth, Alexander’s gaze on Eirin alone seemed to further stiffen his p*nis. Standing upright, it throbbed as if about to brush against his taut abdomen.

“But…”

Unconsciously, her lustful eyes traced his lower body, and he gave a languid smile.

“Then, may I ask you a favor?”

A sheen of desire rippled in his voice.

With her right hand still stroking her own entrance, Eirin used her other hand to grip the bookshelf, steadying herself. Then she enveloped his thick p*nis with her soft, pink lips.

Her small lips, usually busy whispering, could not fully encompass Alexander’s member, as thick as her wrist. Like taking a bite of fruit, she moved her mouth, sucking and swallowing him.

“Hah.”

The sight of his c*ck right in front of her made her stomach flutter in fear. His c*ck, which she had no idea how it had gotten inside her, was so hard that she gasped.

Eirin’s attempt to orally consume him was clumsy, almost playful. But as she buried her face in Alexander’s penis, her nose brushing against his coarse p*bic hair, his breathing grew ragged.

Just seeing Alexander’s flushed expression, usually so composed, unruffled by any situation, was enough to push Eirin towards cl*max.

The act she had so resisted before, fingering herself, had now become familiar. Each time she sucked on his sh*ft, her inner walls convulsed.

“Mmh.”

It felt good. Needing to hurry, without touching the top half of her clothes, she simply hiked up her skirt and shook her hips, unable to stop.

At times, when Alexander would gesture for her to look in the mirror, there was a woman Eirin had never seen before – lewd, s*xy, and erotic.

Just a few months ago, she would lie awake at night just from reading the risqué parts of romance novels. But now, she was the one arching her back, spreading her legs, fingering herself. Seeing her luscious backside in the mirror, she tried to swallow, but her tongue could only lightly move against the desire filling her mouth.

“Ah, Eirin.”

As her supple tongue touched his rigid sh*ft, he moaned her name. The sensation made her inner walls clench tightly around her fingers.

“Mmh.”

She licked and laved his penis diligently. Knowing her existence was what inflamed him made even his fearsome, dark red c*ck seem lovable. And somehow, even her erotic reflection in the mirror looked beautiful.

It must be because she was loved.

Eirin’s lips were smeared with saliva, but no one cared. As Alexander’s hips rocked back and forth in his excitement, Eirin matched the rhythm, keeping him sheathed in her mouth.

His sh*ft, already rock-hard, grew even more intense in its throbbing as his ar*usal mounted. Filling her mouth completely, Eirin doubted she could bite down hard enough to sever it, not that she would dare try.

“Ah, haa, ha.”

Alexander’s heavy breaths cascaded down the exposed curve of her neck. The veins on his penis throbbed, bulging, and the muscles of his thighs and abdomen, honed from horseback riding, stood out in sharp relief.

“I can’t hold back any longer, Eirin.”

Alexander grasped her chin, gently pulling her away. A strand of saliva stretched between her reddened lips and his dark penis.

“I need to enter you.”

He whispered, caressing her foam-flecked lips with his fingertips.

“Please.”

Eirin nodded jerkily. It was what she had been yearning for.

Alexander moved behind her, firmly gripping her arched lower back with the same hands that had cradled her face moments ago. His swollen, eager sh*ft pressed against her welcoming opening.

Her squirming entrance seemed to eagerly embrace him.

“I can’t restrain myself any longer.”

Alexander murmured, and then drove himself deeply inside.

The sensation was incredible. Her desperate desires, unsatisfied by her own fingers, were instantly ignited by his penetration.

“Aaah!”

True to his earlier declaration, Alexander began to thrust rapidly. His unyielding muscles slapped against her plump s*x, but the pain didn’t register. She was desperate to accept him.

“Ah, mmh, mm, mm.”

His long penis seemed to turn her insides completely upside down and she felt like she was going to die. The sharp pl*asure made the br*asts confined in the maid’s dress swell, and even the brushing of its tip against the rough fabric made him shudder with unbearable pl*asure.

“Mmh, Alexander.”

She didn’t mean to, but the pleasure was so intense that she bucked her hips, and he slammed his hips upward as he plunged deepest into her.

“Ah, aah, ah, aah!”

A loud, thudding sound rang out.

So rough, the vibration of their bodies caused several books lodged in the sturdy bookshelf to tumble to the floor. But they were too busy to care about falling books. 

With each of Alexander’s thrusts, cries spilled ceaselessly from Eirin’s lips, and she gripped the bookshelf tightly, bracing her trembling legs to keep from sliding.

“Mmh, mmh.”

Alexander, Alexander.

Unable to even call out his name, she bent forward, shaking her hips to meet him.

Alexander was massive, hot, and unyielding.

Just as he had filled her heart, now he relentlessly tormented her, completely occupying her body. Each time he entered her, her inner walls clung, refusing to let go of his penis. The clenching muscle fibers rubbed against his blunt tip, and her swollen cl*toris, pressed against his hard abdomen, sparked intense waves of pleasure.

“Aaah, nngh, ah, ha, ha.”

When his penis reached the deepest part, scratching her tender flesh, Eirin’s mouth gaped open.

“Aah.”

Unable to scream, she simply exhaled a shuddering breath. As his engorged m*mber throbbed, spilling hot seed deep inside her, Eirin’s vision went white.

* * *

Despite it being unnecessary, Alexander still escorted Eirin back to the mansion. Sitting beside her in the carriage on the way home, Eirin savored their brief outing.

The cool night air felt refreshing on her heated skin. With the full moon shining brightly through the carriage window, its light illuminated Eirin’s form.

Alexander’s hand reached the shawl draped over her head. As he adjusted the disordered shawl, he murmured,

“I’ll miss you.”

How many more nights would I have to wait before I could be with him again?

As a new lover, the separation pained her heart and body.

“I’ll miss you too.”

“But soon, I’ll be right by your side.”

And he covered the exposed swell of her collarbone with the fabric. A faint reddish mark from where his lips had sucked lingered on her pale skin.

“Because I’ll never leave you.”

Eirin blushed, pressing that spot firmly. A dull ache radiated from it. But even that was a precious trace left by Alexander.

We’ll always be together. Forever.

Eirin lifted her head, pressing her lips to his.

It had been a hot, beautiful night.