Chapter 69 - (5) Warning sexual content

The night had returned calm. Lord Morge appeared out side his door to call for water, but paused. He saw Lady Steinhouse entering Walter's room with a tray of food. He had been served by a maid, but lady seems to want to deliver Walter's food herself. Lord Morge saw that she had on a thin silky night dress and a shawl over her shoulders; a scandalous outfit not meant to be seen by others, and returned inside with his head bowed.

Lady Steinhouse entered Walter's room and placed the tray of food on the night stand by the bed, before calling to Walter who was already lying down half asleep.

"Walter, come eat." she said softly. Walter sat up for a moment to clear his head before he realised that who was standing before him.

"Are you not hungry?" she asked, when she realised he had not moved for a while and was staring at her.

"What are you doing?" Walter asked dangerously.

"Why are you angry, I only wanted to bring you food." she felt wronged. She took her time to dress up and come to him and he was angry?

"Did you come to give me food or yourself?" Walter asked and she turned red.

"What are you talking about?" she asked in feigned anger.

"You arrive dressed like that asking me to come eat. Tell me, what are you hoping I will be eating tonight? You or the food?" Walter asked.

"I.. I just brought you food. Don't go thinking nonsense." she said, glad the room was only sightly lit or else he would have seen her turn red.

Walter suddenly felt a need to tease her, "Come, then." he said.

"What?" her eyes grew wide.

"Didn't you want to feed me? Come." Walter said. Lady Steinhouse was sure she had never said that, but she could not seem to think straight. She sat on the bed and picked up a pastry and tried feeding it to Walter.

"You really are asking for it, aren't you?" Walter frowned. He only meant to tease her, yet she obeyed any way. This woman was begging to be touched.

She was so close, Walter could see her nipples through her night dress. His hand seemed to grow a mind of it's own as it reached for her left breast.

Lady Steinhouse sucked in a breath at his touch. She knew this was wrong, but something in her smiled. This means he likes her right? She wondered. The feeling seemed to take over her brain, as he reached in closer and took over her lips. She felt his warm lips and lost control of every brain cell. Was this the feeling of being loved? She wondered. Pure pleasure coursed through her veins. Just when she thought it couldn't get better, Walter drew her closer and pushed her unto the bed. His hands moved as he continued to deepen the kiss.

Soon, she noticed he had pulled out one of her breasts from her dress, as she felt the cold air on her nipple. She felt his lips leave hers and almost groaned a protest. Her dissatisfaction was soon taken over by pleasure when she felt his lips cover her now hard nipple.

Walter could not stop no matter what his brain said. He was deaf to all reason. Her loud moan almost drove him crazy. He left her for a brief moment which felt like an eternity to Lady Steinhouse, to bring closer the lamp by the corner. It was too dark. He wanted to see her face as he fulfilled his fantasies.

Lady Steinhouse did not only feel his return, she saw it. He only fondled with her breast for a moment while staring at her. Soon, he stopped.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

"I...Don't stop." she found herself saying.

"Don't stop what?" he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Continue..." she said.

"What?" he asked.

"The sucking... Sucking my... breasts." she said, turning red. She did not know why he was torturing her like this.

"No." he said and she wanted to scream.

"Please Walter."

"Have you ever been touched before?" he asked and she paused.

"Do you know what you are asking me to do?" he asked as he fiddled with her nipples. She had already lost all reasoning, so she nodded.

"What if I say no? As beautiful as your figure is, it's not worth loosing my head over." he said but she shook her head.

"I won't tell..." she started to say. Even though Walter was out of his mind at the moment, he still knew who she was. Yet he could not let go of this chance. Even though he could not go all the way, he intended to toy with her.

"Take off your clothes." Lady Steinhouse heard Walter say. She had lost all reasoning, but still understood, standing before Walter naked was not something a woman of her standing should be doing. Though her cheeks were red hot, she moved as though in a trance; obeying his words.

Soon, cold air touched her bare skin as she stood before him stark naked.

"Lie down." Walter said. He could feel himself harden further at a look at her fair skin. She obeyed and laid down delicately on the bed. Walter was still standing. His hand stroking his ember from outside his trousers. Lady Steinhouse looked down at Walter's manhood that was protruding from his trousers and felt hot between her legs.

To Walter, she saw no Princess; she was a perfect female specimen. He joined her in bed, allowing his free hand to roam her smooth skin, while the other gently stroke his manhood hard under his trousers. Soon, he settled above her. He watched her pleasure filled face as he stroke and pinched her nipples. Lowering his head, he sucked and bit them sending her into a spasm of pleasure. He was slow and took his time. But she wanted him to move faster.

His hands found it's way between her legs. She shivered at his touch and closed her legs tighter.

"Open it." he instructed and as if under a spell, she spread her legs.

Walter stroke her core between her thighs and she moan out loud. That sound took him to a different stage of heaven. Increasing the pressure with his thumb, his finger slipped inside her.

Lady Steinhouse felt things she never thought possible. His hands moved expertly in her, she soon followed the rhythm. She had lost her mind. Grabbing onto his shoulders she moved her hips in urgency.

Walter slipped in another finger and increased the pace of his motion. Lady Steinhouse was now in ecstasy. She gripped onto the bedsheets as she felt a spasm of orgasm.