6.54 – ❤ The Baron’s Daughter IV & V

6.54 – ❤ The Baron’s Daughter IV & V

There was something indescribably arousing about exposing herself in a dirty alleyway, with minimal to no protection from someone coming to investigate. As much as her heart was pounding because she was finally getting her hands on Natalie, it was that—the surrounding circumstances—that turned her legs wobbly with excitement.

Natalie's eyes were dark with lust as Alaina rose to stand in front of her. Alaina's heart raced as she considered her next move. She'd told Natalie that she needed her inside her, but how she went about that was her choice. Natalie was ceding initiative to her, after all. Her eyes flicked down to those ten solid inches of girldick twitching in anticipation. Eager to plunge inside her, but its owner showing restraint. Letting Alaina do the work.

She wanted to try something. Alaina turned, so they were facing in the same direction, then slowly backed up until her ass pressed into Natalie's lower stomach—who had lowered herself just slightly to make up for the height difference, intuiting what Alaina wanted. At the contact, Alaina couldn't help but take note of how much heat radiated from Natalie's body. Did all delvers run this hot?

Alaina brought her thighs together, trapping Natalie's length between them. The soft skin of Alaina's inner thighs enveloped her partner's shaft. She shivered at the intimate contact, then began to move, sliding her thighs up and down Natalie's length with lewd thrusts. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her. She could feel every ridge and vein of Natalie's shaft as it glided between her thighs. Cock against pussy. One wrong move, and it would spear inside her. Or right move. Entirely her choice.

Natalie's hands came to rest on Alaina's hips. Her breath was hot on her neck. Alaina leaned her head back against Natalie's shoulder, eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensations. The alley filled with their quiet gasps and moans. Alaina increased her pace, squeezing her thighs harder against the huge, throbbing mass between them. Hot and slippery.

Alaina wasn't sure how much of this she could stand. She slid back and forth, the movement growing faster and more desperate with each stroke. The arousal in her stomach burned hotter and hotter, and Alaina wondered how that was even possible. She was already more excited than she'd ever been. She moaned, louder this time, the sounds echoing off the walls of the alleyway. That was risky, a part of her knew. Likely to draw attention. But she was way beyond caring.

Natalie's shaft was slick with Alaina's arousal, and also her saliva from her earlier throating, so movement was easy. The head of her cock bumped against Alaina's clit with each pass, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her, making her thighs squeeze tighter around her partner's girth.

Natalie slipped her hands up Alaina's stomach to cup her breasts from behind. That, Alaina supposed, wasn't breaking her promise; Natalie just couldn't fuck her. Her fingers played with her nipples, rolling and tugging at them, sending intense sensations straight to her core. She keened softly, her thighs clenching involuntarily around Natalie's shaft.

"That's it," Natalie murmured, her breath hot against Alaina's ear. "You like sliding on my cock? Does it feel good?"

Alaina could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. Natalie's fingers continued their work, twisting and tugging at her nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight to her clit. Her thighs moved even faster. The head of Natalie's cock rubbed against her most sensitive spot, again and again.

"You like feeling me between your legs?" Natalie continued in a whisper, her voice hoarse with desire. "Rubbing that cute pussy of yours against me?"

Alaina's body trembled. "Yes," she gasped. "I—I love it. I love your cock. Your big, fat girlcock." The pleasure was too overwhelming to form any sentence more complex than that. And it got her point across. Said everything it needed to.

Her inner walls clenched. Her need for release burned.

"That's enough teasing, don't you think?" Natalie murmured. "Go ahead. Fuck me, won't you?"

Alaina needed no further encouragement. She pulled all the way forward and grabbed Natalie's shaft, guiding the tip to her entrance, straining up on her tiptoes for the best angle.

"But, hold on," Natalie murmured. "Let me take something."

Alaina blinked in confusion and looked over her shoulder. Natalie had pulled out a small glass orb. A monster core? She summoned a thin potion vial from it and downed the liquid without hesitation.

"Contraceptive," Natalie said, lips tugging up in amusement. "Better than a condom. Easier too."

O-Oh. Alaina had been so caught up in the moment she'd forgotten all about that potential consequence. Good thing Natalie was considerate. Alaina wouldn't even have remembered a condom. Some alleyway fun was one thing, but an accidental pregnancy was another.

She hadn't realized there even were potions for that, though. In another circumstance, she might have asked Natalie where she'd gotten it. But she was occupied with other things.

Returning her attention down low, she rubbed Natalie's tip against her entrance. As eager as she was, a part of her couldn't help but savor the moment, teasing both Natalie and herself. The muscles deep inside her clenched involuntarily, feeling Natalie brush against her, starting to spread her apart as she pushed lightly back. She was so ready. She'd never wanted anything more than this.

Her eyes locked with Natalie, watching as her gaze roved over her body. Finally, she pushed her hips back, inch by inch, taking her sweet time. Natalie was shaking with eagerness, which only fed her own arousal higher. Her partner flexed her hips, pushing out the smallest amount, gently probing at Alaina's entrance, trying to push inside—unable to help herself, despite her promise, and the pretense of the situation. Her breathing was ragged, hungry. She wanted to be inside Alaina as desperately as Alaina wanted the same.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

Alaina collapsed forward, pressing her head into Natalie's neck as her body shook, waves of pleasure washing over her. Natalie's cock twitched inside her, spurting with heavy, virile throbs. It was the most amazing thing Alaina had ever felt.

Then, even as Alaina was still coming undone, ecstasy erasing all sense of self, and with her eyes still rolled up into her skull, somebody rounded the corner and peeked into the alleyway. Likely attracted by all the noise.

"Lady Crestwood?" a familiar voice asked.

Her gaze shot up.

Reality crashed back down around her.

Oh. Oh dear.

***

Natalie rushed back to the celebration, still flushed and sweaty from her previous activities with Alaina.

Their unexpected visitor, an older woman with curly brown hair who Alaina had recognized but Natalie hadn't, had hurried away almost instantly, well before Alaina could get her bearings and respond to the intrusion. Natalie couldn't blame her. She'd literally been cumming on top of Natalie when it had happened.

Alaina had made it clear, though, that the worst case scenario had happened.

There would be no keeping the event from her father. The woman was a friend of his, or something of that sort. Loyal. And would be reporting such a scandalous happening no matter what Alaina told, threatened, or begged of her.

Hence, Alaina had suggested a plan of action: go and collect her teammates, and make an expedited trip back to Tenet. Before her father found out. Better to weather his anger from afar.

As she hurried through the thickening crowd, returning to the celebration, Natalie's head swam.

Because she'd fucked up. Quite obviously.

It wasn't fair. Alaina had all but thrown herself at Natalie. What had she been supposed to do? Not fuck the baron's daughter?

Yeah, right.

And she hadn't, anyway. Alaina had fucked her. Natalie had kept wonderful control of herself.

She was sure that excuse was going to hold up wonderfully to her teammates' scrutiny.

She found Jordan first. She was standing off to the side, alone, watching Sofia participate in some ring-tossing game. She had a pastry in her hand, which she was working at slowly. She seemed content. Natalie cringed as she approached.

"Uh, hey, Jay," Natalie said, arriving. She was breathing hard from the frantic rush over. And ... previous activities. "We need to talk."

Jordan blinked and turned to her. She searched Natalie's face for all of two seconds before her expression fell into incredulity.

"Damn it, Natalie," she said. "Please tell me you didn't."