5.07 – Unexpected Guest

5.07 – Unexpected Guest

Rosalie’s skin was on fire the moment she exited the training room. She couldn’t really be doing this. Her, the heiress to an entire highguild? She was hardly an instantly recognizable public figure, hence why she didn’t go through extensive efforts to disguise herself, but that said, it wasn’t entirely out of hand that someone recognized her.

And she was walking around with fourteen inches of her girlfriend’s cock stuffed inside her?

Almost idly, she tightened her stomach, then rubbed a hand there. She could feel Zoey’s cock through her shirt, or the bulge of it, at least.

Poise training, she reminded herself. She was simply building up a resistance to her arousal. Clearly, that needed to be done, with how distracted she was recently.

And it made total sense that this was an effective way to handle that problem.

A part of her rolled her eyes at the hoops she was jumping through to justify this event, but she stalwartly squashed it down. Poise training, she scowled at that mutinous voice.

Walking was a bit troublesome. Not just because she had a twitching, pulsing rod the side of her forearm—bigger, even—inside her, but because the smooth metal linking plate between her legs also made it awkward. That said, her real problem was having her organs mixed around with each step. It took nearly everything she had not to moan, or even whimper, as she strode down the hallway.

The glass windows peeking into the non-private training rooms at least acted as mirrors, and Rosalie could tell she was keeping control of herself. She moved naturally, despite the difficulty of doing so, with long regal steps, and her face was impassive, her usual stoic mask. Her years of genuine poise training had come with some benefits, and she wasn’t entirely hopeless.

She reached the receptionist. Making eye contact with another woman while her girlfriend’s cock was pulsing heat inside her, crammed nearly to her breasts, was more of an ordeal than she expected it to be. Rosalie was nearly set on fire with shame. Her. The heir to the d’Celestin empire. Walking around like a perverted exhibitionist. Sure, her real intent was to train her composure, but a regular person wouldn’t buy that if she were somehow caught.

And, unfortunately, with the shame came an equal amount of arousal. Her pussy clamped down on Zoey’s cock, and a moan nearly escaped her lips. In a burning instant of clarity, she realized that if Zoey finished, Rosalie might have some serious problems. What would she do if a bucket’s worth of cum, Zoey’s typical absurd load, started pouring into her?

This was a terrible idea.

The terror of that event also kept it at bay—and also, paradoxically, worked her even higher. She was surrounded by people. While maybe she wasn’t giving herself away right now, if she finished, she obviously wouldn’t be able to hide what was happening. Everyone nearby would watch her climax on her girlfriend’s cock. In public.

She basked in the salvation of finally getting to stop and watch the nearest dueling pad, with Zoey’s cock no longer stirring her around. She posted up far away from any other clumps of people. She obviously wasn’t interested in discussing the ongoing fights.

Even standing there wasn’t the easiest task, but it was easier than having Zoey’s cock move around with each step. Slowly, the climax that had been hanging a fingernail’s distance away subsided. Her lower half still clenched and squirmed against the cock inside her, but she wasn’t at immediate risk of orgasming in the middle of dozens of wayfarers—some of whom she even knew by this point, having spent several days training in this exact facility.

For a while, she hazily watched the ongoing fight. The fugue of arousal made it a rather unproductive effort, but she tried her best to analyze their styles. It even made the distracting, pulsing presence inside her easier to push out of her mind. Though not easy—just easier.

“Rosalie?” a cheerful voice rang out.

Rosalie froze.

Oh, no.

She turned to the familiar voice.

“Funny meeting you here,” the bright, friendly blue-haired mage joked, practically skipping over to Rosalie. “You’re back already? Quicker than I thought.”

This was ... not ideal.

Then again, this had been what she wanted, right? Poise training? A test of her composure? She’d gotten what she’d asked for.

“It was a short mission,” Rosalie said, somewhat stiffly. “It’s good to see you, Maddy.”