Chapter 18 COITION

NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW

She was stricken, unable to say anything after experiencing an out of this world sensation at the hands of the man who captured her. He held her thighs, crawling his way on top of her, he stopped upon reaching her lips. “you taste heavenly” he whispered with a breathy voice before meeting her lips once more. She had her eyes open, still unable to process the suddenness of it all.

He clutched her left hand, guiding it towards his growing member was the time she finally came to a blast. “he’s aching, will you please relieve him?” Agatha clenched her jaw, she got extremely worried at that request. Remembering the painful night she had with his unwieldy shaft, just thinking about it scared her.

In a matter of seconds, the Viscount started undressing. Leaving nothing on and showing his majestic body. He stopped midway as he saw her agitated expression growing discernible. He snickered lightly “Have no worry, I lied, I can do it gently”

Agatha swallowed, ogling at his manhood standing proudly facing her way. All of a sudden, his hand wandered around her mouth, rubbing her lips lightly, he asked a favor. “Can you do the honor of pleasing me using this?”

Ringing the halls of the house, the sound they made bounced off the walls causing it to repeat with light precision. Her muffled struggle brought him tranquil as he began to shove himself deeper inside her mouth, reaching her throat causing her to gag stridently. Before reaching his end, he brought himself out making loads of saliva glide out her mouth. He hurriedly laid her, bringing her entrance closer as he began to shift his focus on her lips right under. She gasped, clinging unto his arms at the feel of his manhood hitting her entrance. “V-viscount…d-do it slowly” she pleaded with all jittery, he chuckled as he began to course her neck in the sweetest possible way.

The subtle sound of their skin grazing one another brought another kind of thrill, he hovered lightly in attempts to enter her slowly. “Ugh-“ she screamed but was quickly shut off with his attentive keen, he blared her tongue to stop her from protesting. His hands pinned her with utter ferocity, a way to bring herself to calm compliance. He began movement, slowly riding off then beginning to fasten at the reach of his delight. He pulled his kiss away, facing her seductively as they both struggle to express the heated frisk “V-viscount-ughh” her hoisting call entwines with her second coming, the spilt from her rendered his movement smoothly, enabling him to coarse faster.

“Viscount…” she pleaded with a gaping mouth, he groaned and closed his eyes as he spills his seed inside, dropping weakly and embracing her in a gentle hug. His heavy breathing covered her entirety as she feels the weight he has to carry. She bit her lips whilst catching her breath, for a moment, she forgot what sort of situation she’s in. He moved away, facing her whilst pinning her wrist still. They exchanged a meaningful glare “Agatha…” he called.

She weakly brought her head to a nod, squinting her eyes to express her curiosity “I’m far from done” was the last words he said before they started doing it thrice more.

The whistle of the bees bugging the flowers outside was a sign of great weather, a flock of birds flew by causing their call to reach her even in perpetual dreams. “uhhh…” she sat up with aching cramps. Her squinting eyes drove their way to her blossom, she’s exposed with only a thin blanket covering her limbs.

“pleasant morning” she flinched upon hearing his voice, he was at the door, standing still whilst looking clean. He stepped closer making Agatha brace for contact, she however, was completely taken aback when she got greeted by a sudden kiss. She eyed him with wide eyes, “what-“ she covered her mouth upon blurting that out unconsciously. He smiled “is there a problem?”

Knowing what happened the day before, she was drenched with cold water first thing in the morning after their intercourse. She shook her head vigorously, faking a smile, she brought the blanket close to her in attempts to cover herself, but was quickly brought to a halt with his cold touch, he held her hand and rubbed it lovingly. “Let me bathe you, you had a rough stay so please, let me atone for my sin”

He came closer, scooping her to a gentle carry, they made their way to the lavatory. Ridding himself of the guilt, he expressed his sorrow gently. Lathering the soap, coursing the water and grazing her skin, the Viscount who was deemed beyond reach, bathed a servant.

“Are you cold?” he asked whilst patting her back with the wool towel only people of class use. Her hands fumbles at his question, she shook her head but was quickly brought to halt upon seeing him appear in front of her. He cupped her face “am I causing you discomfort?” he asked with soft eyes. She shook her head once more, “n-no Viscount…I’m just…overjoyed” she smiled expressing fake sincerity.

He smiled back “so am I” he replied as he grabs the lavish dress sitting beside them. He held her and helped put them on. He tied the corset, bloomed the bustles and removed the wrinkles. He strayed away, looking at her from the distance “you look lovely, my dear” he said with a chuckle. She bowed her head with grace “Am I fit to be your lady when I look like this?” her question brought him closer.

“precisely” he held her hand “I prepared you a feast, let’s head downstairs”