Side Story 1: The Duchess Is On The Balcony (Part 4)

Bieren said as they left the ballroom behind and made their way through the halls of the palace. He suddenly pulled open a curtain to enter one of the countless balconies.

Upon entering the balcony, a garden spread out like a maze in front of the palace came into view at a glance. Lights had been lit throughout the garden, now shrouded in night.

“Wow….”

Lizbeth exclaimed, marveling at the garden below. This was the imperial palace. Here she stood, adorned like a noble lady on the balcony of that palace, accompanied by a Duke, her husband. It felt like something out of a fairy tale, unbelievable. 

She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, in a scene she’d thought a luxury to even dream of. Bieren turned to Lizbeth and asked her a question.

“Did your tutor also teach you that the balconies are not to be opened on the day of the ball?”

“No, it seems I haven’t learned that part of etiquette yet.”

Lizbeth shook her head as she searched her memory at Bieren’s question, recalling the complexity of noble manners.

Bieren gently tugged on Lizbeth’s hand, which he had clasped to escort her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“That’s because it’s mostly lovers on the balcony.”

Lizbeth blushed at Bieren’s suggestive murmurs, realizing the implication behind his words. Having shared intimacy with him several times before, she was quick to catch on to the mood.

Lizbeth had been with him enough times to bear his child, and she was used to this sort of thing.

“I’m new to everything with you, and I’ve never been on a balcony before.”

Bieren whispered, pressing his lips against Lizbeth’s forehead.

Lizbeth knew how lascivious a man who whispered purity in the moonlight could be in bed, so it had never occurred to her before that she might really be his first.

But now, she had no choice but to believe it. Seeing how all the charming ladies at the ball referred to Bieren as an impregnable fortress, it seemed there was no one for him but Lizbeth.

“I hope your ladyship will give me the chance to do some lewd things on the balcony.”

Bieren whispered, casually tilting his head in Lizbeth’s direction.

Lizbeth felt like she was at the end of a fairy tale. The kind that ends with the main characters having children and living happily ever after.

She never imagined such debauchery could occur on the beautiful balcony of the palace ball.

Lizbeth’s trembling lips parted as she looked into his eyes, now closer than ever.

“I’m, uh….”

Bieren swallowed Lizbeth’s words with a kiss, his hand that had been grazing her waistline of the dress now gripping her chest. 

She moaned as his persistent fingers found their way beneath the fabric, teasing her sensitive areas.

Bieren breathed heavily, his eager hand delving beneath the dress in haste. His fingers, having navigated through the layers of fabric, plunged into the intimate space between her legs.

“Oh…”

“You’re not wet at all.”

Bieren realized the dryness beneath his fingertips and murmured. Immediately, he withdrew his hand from her intimate area, guiding Lizbeth to lean against the glass pane of the balcony.

Confused about his intentions, Lizbeth blinked, understanding only when Bieren lowered himself to Lizbeth’s knees and lifted up her dress.

“Lean back and trust me.”

“But, it’s all visible out here…”

Lizbeth murmured, looking around the balcony that opened up to the garden. She couldn’t fathom how lovers could share intimate moments in such a public place.

However, Bieren quickly resolved her curiosity.

“I won’t be seen inside.”

Bieren lifted Lizbeth’s dress, pushing his head inside. As the man entered the ample layers of the fabric, no matter how much he crouched, the skirt billowed upwards due to his large frame.

Lizbeth attempted to press down the inflated skirt to conceal it, but Bieren was quicker to pull down her underwear and begin licking her intimate area.

“Ah…!”

As Bieren’s tongue swiftly moved over her sensitive area, Lizbeth grabbed his head under her dress. He grabbed her inner thighs and pushed them apart so she could spread her legs further, licking her p*ssy.

Lizbeth was adorned in a dress adorned with intricate lace and a necklace intricately woven with emerald jewels. Being in such a luxurious palace in such a state brought about a sense of guilt.

Despite having learned so much etiquette, here she was with Bieren in this state.

“Ha… Ah…!”

Feeling her legs trembling, Lizbeth moaned. However, with Bieren’s head between her legs, all she could do was hold onto his head tightly.

Bieren erected his tongue, slowly licking between the folds before engulfing her intimate area with a sucking sound.

Lizbeth trembled as the clear noise echoed, grabbing his head in a moment of panic.

“The sound, the sound, ah,…”

As Lizbeth whimpered about the noise, Bieren pushed his tongue into her v*gina to stifle her.

Feeling the thick, moist flesh pressing against her, Lizbeth spread her legs wider against the balcony window, feeling like she couldn’t endure it without something to lean on.

With every thrust of Bieren’s tongue, Lizbeth’s thighs quivered.

“Uh, ah, ah…”

Lizbeth tried to stifle her moans, but they came out in quick succession. As his tongue delved deeply, the soft folds of her intimate area pressed against his nose. With each sensation, Lizbeth’s grip on his head, which had risen round beneath her dress, tightened.

“Ah… Oh…!”

With the balcony open, Lizbeth feared someone might hear them at any moment.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching from the corridor beyond the balcony. Lizbeth quickly covered her mouth with her hand in alarm.

“Huh.”

As Lizbeth nervously clamped her tongue shut, Bieren reached up and plowed his hand into her p*ssy. His fingertips pushed through the folds of her pussy, found her cl*t, and began rubbing it.

Feeling the stimulation from Bieren’s tongue penetrating her, reaching all the way to her cl*toris, Lizbeth pressed her hand tightly against her mouth, fearing her moans might escape. She bit down on her tongue, whimpering softly.

“Ah, uh, ah, hoo…”

Lizbeth’s legs trembled so much that the vibrations could be felt through the glass window. The slow strokes against her swollen cl*toris gradually intensified.

She wished she had a handkerchief to bite on. Maybe then she could suppress her moans a little.

But she could do nothing but cover her mouth with her palm as she shuddered, her eyes blurry and the glass she was leaning against shuddering to the point of sweetness.

“Ah, uh, ah!”

As Bieren’s touch became faster, Lizbeth’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her lower body seemed to tremble on its own, beyond her control. She eventually leaned against the glass window, gripping Bieren’s head tightly as he continued to suck on her clit.

Bieren’s head bobbed up and down as if he were waiting for the moment Lizbeth would release her grip on my head. It was as if she was using his mouth to m*sturbate.

“Ah, uh!”

Lizbeth finally released a moan, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Streams of her essence burst forth between her legs, wetting Bieren’s lips.

As Lizbeth heard Bieren gulp beneath her skirt, she shivered from head to toe, feeling a tingling sensation down her spine.

Bieren had never let any of Lizbeth’s juices go to waste since they started their affair. He licked and sucked as if he wanted to swallow everything.

“Ah, uh…”

Lizbeth moaned, gripping Bieren’s head as he continued to suck up the remaining essence. Bieren, emerging belatedly from beneath her dress, smiled at the disheveled Lizbeth before him.

Seeing her like this, with her cheeks flushed from their intimacy, Bieren felt his already stiffened c*ck throb with more intensity. He tried to ease his erect*on by tensing his thighs.

He cupped her cheek, kissed her, and whispered to her.

“Anyone would be surprised, it looks like the Duchess has already had her fill.”

“Ah… Am I that disheveled?” 

Lizbeth looked up at Bieren with a worried expression. The cool breeze tousled her hair naturally, and the moonlight illuminated her flushed face.

Bieren stopped trying to relieve himself when he saw her face. Instead, he untied her dress and said.

“I wish you had spread your legs like you did when we danced earlier.”

Bieren pulled Lizbet’s waist closer, lifting the hem of her dress once again.

Lizbeth quickly realized what he was trying to do. He was going to spread her legs apart so he could fit his erect p*nis into her hole in such a public place.

Lizbeth had come to the point where she was now looking forward to the sensations she would share with her husband, even as she resented his lasciviousness. Perhaps she was becoming as debauched as him.

Bieren lifted Lizbeth’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, bending his knees to match her height.

“Will you help me put my c*ck inside you?”

Bieren began to speak more politely, unlike before when he was rude and demanding.

However, from Lizbeth’s perspective, there was little difference between her husband’s modesty in asking for s*x on the balcony and his earlier arrogance.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Bieren’s neck. Bieren stood erect, teasing Lizbeth’s clit with his hardened cock, whispering lewd words.

“You need to relax so I can enter you.”

Lizbeth found it harder to relax under Bieren’s lewd words. She felt embarrassed as his erect*on pressed against her folds, rubbing against her clit. Bieren swallowed hard and said under his breath.

“It seems the lady doesn’t fancy getting f*cked.”

“No, uh, ah…”

“Do you want it? Then you’ll have to spread.”

Despite Lizbet’s denial, Bieren, finding her resistance adorable, didn’t yield and forcefully inserted his member.

Lizbeth’s back arched as she felt the sh*ft penetrate her v*gina.