He brought her nipple to his warm mouth, sucking it gently before caressing it with his tongue. The thin fabric, moistened by the touch, clung intimately. A shiver of delicious pleasure ran down Eileen's spine.
With a sigh that quickly turned into a little moan, he repeated the gesture on the other nipple, sending shivers all over her skin. The slippery, sticky sensation of his tongue and the sharp feeling of his nails made her body react in a strange way.
Forgotten corners of her body awakened, blossoming with heightened sensitivity. As awareness flooded her, a heat built up in her belly, spreading like wildfire. It was delicious, tingling, defying explanation, leaving her breathless with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.
A wave of emotions washed over her, unlike anything she had ever known. It was inexplicable, a kaleidoscope of pleasure that rendered all her previous experiences irrelevant. Even breathing felt different; a moan escaped her lips, as if she were being swept away by a current.
The awareness of her heightened sensitivity, her nipples pressing against the fabric. But the thought was just a tiny wave in the tidal wave of pleasure that engulfed her. Eileen, however, lacked the lucidity to examine her own body. She was only desperately trying to endure the overwhelming and unknown pleasure.
— Ah… ah, Your Grace, please stop… this is strange…
— You should call me by my name, Eileen.
— Ah, Your Grace, even so—
— I'm sure my name isn't "Your Grace" .
The idea of daring to resist crossed her mind. But, succumbing to the force of his burning bite on her nipple, she screamed his name.
— C-Cesare…
- Yes.
Please stop… Can't we stop this?
- No.
Oh, please…
You need to adapt.
Looking into the trembling eyes of Eileen, Cesare whispered provocatively:
Isn't that what's helping you get used to it?
But... ah, but...
She repeated the same words in a trance. Her mind, once a meticulously organized space, was now a hazy landscape painted with the vibrant hues of an emerging desire. Finally, a single primal phrase broke through the fog.
It's very hot down there…
She frowned, unable to explain the sensations; she also felt a painful throbbing inside her vagina. When she finally said it hurt, he kissed her again.
His hand, which had previously only caressed her breasts, moved down, lifting the hem of her nightgown. He slid his hand between Eileen's legs.
The moment she touched it, Eileen belatedly realized that her panties were soaked and stuck to her clitoris. The sticky, wet sensation was embarrassing; she wanted to change immediately.
Long fingers lightly brushed against the damp fabric. Then, she felt something trickle from her entrance.
Ahh!
A surprised moan escaped Eileen's lips as his touch sent a jolt through her body. She reacted instinctively, with a quick tremor in her leg. The sensation was completely new; a delicious shiver echoed within her. Lost in this unfamiliar pleasure, she struggled to find words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.
Something... something came out of me.
The sensation of the sticky liquid soaking her panties was vivid. Even so, Cesare didn't stop, despite Eileen's desperate words. Instead, he began rubbing his fingers over her vulva, focusing especially on her swollen clitoris.
His movements, initially slow, gradually accelerated. The persistent friction made the clitoris throb involuntarily.
— Th-that's strange. Very strange.
Eileen desperately gripped her forearm tightly, but could only feel his firm muscles, and her hand wouldn't stop.
— Ah, mm, Cesaa-, ah, ah…
She tried to call the man's name with all her might, but his touch persisted. She tried to endure the overwhelming sensations flooding her senses, but she couldn't hold back any longer.
The moment he completely lost control, he pressed his palm against her entire intimate area and vigorously rubbed her clitoris. A whirlwind of heat swirled inside her and exploded.
— Ah…!
Eileen arched her back instinctively, a sigh turning into a moan as shivers ran down her skin. Her body trembled with a delicious mixture of pleasure and surrender. His touch, a gentle dance of fingers, continued on her clitoris, sending an unbearably long wave of heat that continued to emanate from her intimate parts.
The peak of pleasure left Eileen breathless and trembling. Tears welled in her eyes, a mixture of overwhelming emotion and relief from the tension. Cesare, noticing her change, gently withdrew his hand, replacing his touch with a shower of kisses on her flushed face.
She felt like the most lustful woman in the world. It was unbelievable that she would have to do something so incredible in the future. No, to be precise, she would have to do even more than that. After all, he hadn't even inserted his penis yet.
The electrifying pleasure had been a revelation, a temporary escape from her own thoughts. However, as the intensity waned, a strange unease settled over Eileen. Lost in the moment, she belatedly met Cesare's gaze. There was a gleam there that she couldn't decipher. She almost fainted at his words when he smiled joyfully and whispered:
Next time, I'm going to suck you off.
The intensity of the experience left Eileen breathless and exhausted. Her voice, when she finally managed to speak, was barely a whisper, laden with a vulnerability that deeply touched Cesare's heart.
"There's no need to… " she stopped mid-sentence, her words mingling with a sigh as exhaustion overwhelmed her. Her eyelids closed, and she fell asleep.
Cesare watched her sleep, a slight smile playing on his lips. Gently, he removed her damp panties, replacing them with a clean pair. He pulled the covers closer, ensuring her comfort during the night.
The man traced a soft line across Eileen's cheek, whose face remained serene in her sleep. The silence that followed was a living, suffocating entity, broken only by her fragile breathing.
A spark of unease surged within him, the memory of her earlier words, the tremor in her voice, piercing his chest. The crimson light from the window cast long, dramatic shadows that engulfed the room, adding weight to the unspoken words. Thoughts of Eileen, crying and pleading, resurfaced once more.
"Don't go... Please..."
On the day he went to war, he thought of returning to comfort her. But when he finally returned after the three-year battle and had recovered the islands, there wasn't even a fragment of Eileen's body left for him to hold.
The sound of a weeping voice, intertwined with deep sobs, continued to torment him. It was a ghostly echo of a time long gone. And, even knowing that it was all just an auditory hallucination, the desire to wake Eileen consumed him. He needed to look into her eyes, hear her voice saying his name, as if that could bring him back to reality, or at least, calm him inside.
Cesare instinctively suppressed the impulse and instead untied the knot of the bandage in his palm. Slowly, the white fabric fell onto the bed.
The dagger wound on his hand was large, but not deep; the blade was dull. The leather gloves had cushioned the worst of it.
Focused on the soft sounds of the sleeping person's breathing, he slowly closed his hand. His nails pierced the wound, and a sharp pain surged through his senses.
All that pain served as a reminder that it wasn't a dream or a fantasy, but reality. And that, in itself, became comforting.
He pressed and released his hand until blood began to seep between his immaculate fingernails and down his wrist.
He stared indifferently at the bloodied palm, then looked away. His eyes fell on Eileen's serene face, and a slight, sad smile escaped him.
This... is the world where you exist.
And it was also the first and last chance given to him here.
With infinite tenderness, he kissed Eileen's forehead. Then, with his uninjured hand, he lightly touched the mattress. He kissed her delicate nose, her parted lips, and murmured softly:
— Have sweet dreams, Eileen.
He wished Eileen sweet dreams, even though he himself might never wake up from the nightmare.
Matteo's trial took place.
The verdict: Death penalty .
He was the first nobleman to be sentenced to death for drug trafficking within the Empire.
Previously, all executions for drug-related crimes involved only commoners. With this execution, the Traon Empire firmly established that there would be no exceptions for high-ranking nobles when it came to drug-related punishments.
However, there were some murmurs about Marquis Menegin, the president of the Senate, having cleverly evaded the law. Still, the reason everything ended without major repercussions was because the old man acted shrewdly.
Shortly before the scandal broke, the Marquis's daughter sent Matteo the divorce papers, quickly ending the relationship. After the scandal exploded, the man publicly announced his position.
Currently, Matteo and the Marquis have no relationship whatsoever. Upon assuming responsibility, the lord resigned from his position as president of the Senate and relinquished his title.
It was a desperate act to save his own life, willing to give up everything. People found it despicable, but understandable.
During this process, strange rumors circulated that the old man had gone blind. However, since the lord retired immediately and went to the countryside with his daughter, there was no way to confirm this.
Matteo's trial and execution took less than a week. The execution was carried out in the Small Square, next to the Central Square.
To be continued…