"Oh, dear." Eloise twisted his butt in surprise and muttered, "It's dirty." He brought his thin lips together from top to bottom, firmly touching the entire vulva, and raised his eyelids to say, "It's not dirty."
The breath of his voice sprayed onto her wet, sticky labia, feeling cool and somewhat uncomfortable, but he quickly buried his head again, covering the area with moist heat.
Isidore was giving her sex with great concentration, using his lips and tongue to tease the easily sensitive spots.
For a long time, Eloise felt only an itch, occasionally shivering as the cold tip of his sharp nose pricked her. Her thoughts were occupied with imagining the expression on that handsome, wild, and seductive face, which kept the dazed strings of her mind taut.
Until Isidore frustratingly grabbed her ass and said, "Relax," before holding the plump halves of her ass in his hands and separating them like cutting a watermelon in half, revealing a deep red slit that he pressed with the tip of his tongue and licked all the way to the tip.
This lewd action was performed quickly, forcefully, and steadily, like the stroke of a knife cutting open a fish's belly. When it stopped, the tip of his tongue had penetrated quite a bit, lingered inside, and was enveloped and squeezed by the two channels.
She drew in a sharp breath, white star-like dots flashing before her eyes. Eloise's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the muscles at the corners of her lips suddenly began to spasm wildly, like a fish stranded on the shore blowing bubbles.
"Ah... mmm..." Her upper body trembled, not from the cold or fear, but from the overwhelming excitement after a surge of electricity coursed through her. This excitement had nothing to do with emotions, yet it could elevate her feelings to an intense level.
Her heart was racing, and her nipples felt like they were being lifted up, leaving her feeling numb and hollow. And this tingling sensation surged in waves, reaching the scalp.
She experienced for the first time the feeling of her body being out of control, and the throbbing of her vagina was unable to stop, even as she could hear the sound of "pop-pop" as the water film formed and broke.
The unfamiliar sensation, while bringing excitement, also filled her with fear. Eloise wanted to curl up her body, so her slender legs instinctively drew in, cradling Isidore's head and using his nose to barely press against her bud, almost sitting on his face.
Isidore blacked out and her liquid was forced into his nasal passages. He pressed down on the thigh beside her face, forcing it apart just before Eloise could shrink her shoulders. Perhaps annoyed, he ran his thumb over her thigh, punishingly biting the thin skin, gripping it between his teeth and rubbing it for a moment before letting go, repeating the mischievous act.
Eloise could already imagine how her skin would be covered in countless bite marks by the time she woke up tomorrow. But she couldn't care about that right now, urgently wanting to put an end to the overwhelming sensations that had taken control of her senses.
"Ugh!" She tried to clamp her legs together with all her strength, but it was in vain. Desperately reaching between her legs, she tried to press her bud down with her palm in the most basic way, hoping to stop its trembling! Feeling the cool, flowing liquid pouring out in a steady stream, she was amazed at its strength.
Isidore sneered at her simple thinking. "How can this be blocked?" He pulled her hand away, then kissed her, swallowing twice before pushing himself up and pressing down on her. "Clamp your legs together," he commanded in her ear, his voice sounding very convincing.
Eloise strained to open her heavy eyelids, gazing at his face, which was so close that it seemed to blur between reality and illusion. Compared to the blurred features, the glistening moisture at the corner of his lips stood out so vividly.
Something hot and hard, like a stick, was pushed between her closed legs, pressing against wet bud, stopped for a moment to pass on the heat, and then began to move back and forth. "Ah... ah..." Eloise followed his rhythm, emitting embarrassing sounds from her throat, and her white neck was arched back.
Isidore lowered his head casually, as if at her command, and indulged in her neck. Two tense arms were propped up beside her ears, and the penis was powerfully thrusting downward, deep enough to touch the crack of her ass, driven by the slender waist.
His movements were no different from intercourse, the only difference being that he did not tilt the penis even a fraction of an inch upwards, inserting it into her body in a realistic manner. She said she was afraid of pain, so he used this method to numb her senses.
He was well-versed in the art of taming, knowing how to make a prey adjust to the presence of danger. The secret lay in offering sweetness while gradually tightening the hunting net without it being noticed. And for a "prey" that piqued his interest, he was willing to invest as much patience as necessary, never feeling it was too much.
Meanwhile, Eloise experienced a completely different sensation as he squeezed and rubbed her bud with his penises. The earlier thrill that felt close to death didn't vanish abruptly; instead, it stretched on endlessly as it gradually subsided.
It was as if she had returned to the hot spring in the afternoon, with the gentle, warm water lapping against her skin in steady waves. A gradually accumulating tingling sensation, like stardust falling bit by bit, gathered in the depths of the corridor, spreading and filling her body like a rolling snowball.
She clung to Isidore's shoulders, letting out soft, muffled sounds through her nose, desperately lifting her delicate body to press against him, trying to minimize the empty space between their skin. He understood her cues and gently moved his hand from her hip down to her waistline, grasping her breasts beneath the open robe.
In this almost tender caress, Eloise felt a sudden urge to cry, her nose tingling with emotion. Her mind, clouded by deep drunkenness, suddenly cleared for a moment. In that instant, she thought: Oh my goodness, I think I'm really falling for him!
She had been walking alone in this foreign world, surrounded by a group of faceless "characters," performing actions that weren't entirely her own will. This path was safe but long. In the past, she wasn't in a hurry, as she knew the plot so well that following it step by step was enough.
But now, she felt a sense of urgency, because she had glimpsed other possibilities in life.
Even in this world, the mask and label of the "villainess" weren't necessary, because there was someone who, in their seamless entanglement, seemed to easily touch a part of her that was truly real. It was a fresh experience, adventurous yet deeply tempting.
Suddenly, she wanted to break free and focus entirely on experiencing that genuine pleasure. But how much longer would it take? How much longer... She tried her best to gather her scattered thoughts, her muddled mind struggling to process.
Then she remembered: there was a key turning point in the plot—the wedding between her and Quintus!
That was when she took advantage of Lucienne's disappearance to pressure Quintus into marrying her. After such a vile act of nest-stealing, Lucienne, who came to stop the wedding, could no longer tolerate it and publicly exposed all the wrongdoings Eloise had committed.
She would be thoroughly disgraced afterward, or in other words—retire with success! She would take the large sum of money her father gave her after severing their father-daughter relationship and from that point on, gain her freedom!
At the thought of that scene, Eloise's heart burned with eager anticipation. Unable to contain her excitement, she tightly embraced the body before her, pressing her face against it, and whispered in a soft, tender voice: "Quintus, when will you marry me?"
Before her words could finish, the body she had wrapped her arms around stiffened.
