Chapter 113

  “Lady Zara.” I quickly moved behind her and called out her name.

  “What?” She asked, stopping for a second and turning around.

  “If they see my penis, it could cause unrest,” I expined.

  “Then why did you not dress yourself before leaving my chambers?” She asked in an accusatory tone.

  “I was short-sighted, Lady Zara.” I couldn’t say anything but that. I wasn’t actually. I just wanted a reason to move to the next part of my pn. I could only thank my lucky stars that Zara didn’t raise that point back in her room, or I would have had to dress myself, and in doing so, lose the opportunity to do what I was about to do next.

  “What do you suggest we do then?” She asked.

  “If you allow it, with your help, I could conceal it,” I replied.

  “How?” She asked.

  “If you lift your dress, I can insert my penis in your vagina, and if you’re in front of me, it would hide it from their view.” I gave the most bull and cssic porno expnation, which was made thinking the viewers were a bunch of idiots.

  But in this world, it would work perfectly because sex wasn’t even a thing. We would just be too close, which was strange for a noble and a commoner, but that part would be up to Zara to expin.

  “Haa… See to it doesn’t happen again. But for now, I guess that will do.” She said, turning around and raising her skirt to her waist, exposing her amazing ass.

  I didn’t hesitate for even a second and stepped forward, lining up my dick perfectly with her slick pussy, which was still very much so wet, and slid in deep.

  “Hnn~~”

  She let out a soft moan but was quick to compose herself as required by her noble demeanor. Her lower body, however, wasn’t aware of that fact and gripped me tightly, warm and inviting, as if I belonged in there.

  “Now you can walk, Lady Zara,” I muttered in her ear, my hands tightly grasping her hips.

  She started moving forward, each step of her shifting my dick inside of her, rubbing the spots that were different in a sense than usual. It was amazing. Torture, for me, and surely for her too, but amazing nonetheless. The build of pleasure that came along without thrusts was entirely different from normal.

  Finally, the guards came close, armored and alert, especially when they saw Zara.

  “My Lady,” One of them greeted as he bowed as required by the noble etiquette and asked, “Out for a te stroll? And…”

  He then looked at me, saw me sticking very close to Zara, but didn’t say anything; only a look of scorn appeared on his face.

  I stayed glued to Zara’s back, throwing her dress down from the sides, using her body as a shield while my dick rested deep inside her pussy, without moving, but twitched due to the situation, which in turn made Zara clench as well involuntarily.

  “Yes, a stroll,” Zara replied, a little out of breath, but still as composed as a noble dy. “And squire Jack,” She said, pressing on my name and rank to let the guards know I ranked higher than them, “is accompanying me.”

  The other guard eyed me curiously and commented, “But he seems to be very… close to you, My Lady.”

  Before Zara could reply, I subtly moved, grinding ever so slowly from behind, making her pause briefly. She covered the moans that seemed to have crept to her lips smoothly as she replied, “It is necessary for reasons that do not concern you. Now leave us and continue your patrol elsewhere. On the other side of the mansion would be better.”

  They exchanged gnces at the first part of Zara’s expnation. A noble quirk or something, that must have been what they chalked it up to, but the end part made them speak up, “But, my dy, our orders are to—”

  “Are you questioning me?!” Zara asked, her tone louder than necessary. The sharpness in her tone showed her authority, and the men could not do anything about it. But she wasn’t angry if they were worried about it. She just couldn’t bear the constant pleasure I was supplying and the annoyance at being interrupted again and again.

  “Go now.” She whimpered a little after a while, and the men nodded, scurrying away, afraid that they would be called out for insubordination if they remained there any longer.

  “As you command, my dy.” And with that, they were gone. Once they were gone from our view, I murmured in Zara’s left ear, “You handled that amazingly, Lady Zara.”

  “Mhmm~~”

  I couldn’t tell if that was a moan or a reply, but I didn’t care. We continued, her steps slow and wobbly, but my dick remained deep-seated inside her. Juices that she was excreting were trickling down our thighs, making the already chilly night even chillier.

  Of course, she didn’t mind that her dress was getting dirty, or that this was a shameful process. Why should she? There was nothing shameful involved, according to her, after all.

  I reached for her chest, which, unfortunately, I could only do from above her clothes since it was a one-piece skirt dress, and all of it had to come off for me to feel her chest.

  “Hmm~~”

  She moaned softly as I pinched and fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples as we walked.

  “Does this feel good, Lady Zara?” I asked, giving her nipples another tug.

  “I-it does…” She admitted, which was something I was expecting, but what I wasn’t expecting was further analysis, “The subtle movements from your penis with each step enhance the effectiveness of this inner massage even more. It feels even more pleasurable.”

  I was surprised that Zara was capable of making an analysis on her own now, without me asking to expin how she was feeling.

  The progress was slow, but it sure as hell was ongoing.

  We soon reached another corner, but there were another set of guards there. Three this time, guarding a door. I didn’t know what was behind that door, but I wasn’t least bit interested in knowing either.

  “My Lady.” One of them said, again gncing at me but keeping his focus on Zara, “What brings you here at this hour?”

  “Just a midnight stroll. Carry on with your duties.” Zara said, but the guards weren’t willing to let go this easily.

  “May I ask what the squire is—” One of them began to ask, but Zara wasn’t having it anymore since she didn’t even allow them to say another word, “How dare you question me? Do I need to remind you of my position?”

  She wasn’t loud this time. This time, her tone was cold, which made it even worse than before.

  The guards gulped, afraid of that very tone, and quickly backed away while asking for forgiveness.

  With that done, we walked past them and soon turned the corner to be alone in the hallways once again.

  Zara was panting heavily now; the sensations she was receiving were too much for her. Even I was having a hard time now, given all the simutions.

  Finally, I pinned her against a wall, as respectfully as I could, but I didn’t think she cared at the moment, and after raising her dress and giving her ass a crisp sp, gave her a few proper thrusts to relieve our frustration from the slow strokes.

  “How does this feel, Lady Zara?” I asked, testing her analysis capability.

  “I-it.. heightens… the sen-sensations... unn~~~” She confirmed in between heavy moans as I spped her ass once more.

  Finally, I stopped, since this was still not what I had in mind. Although this much was thrilling in its own sense, what I had pnned next was even more… ecstatic.

  We encountered a maid next, whom Zara quickly dismissed without even giving the full expnation, “Stroll,” all the while my dick stirred her pussy again so frustratingly slow.

  Finally, we arrived at our destination. It was a quieter hall, with smaller doors. Personal quarters of the residents of this house. I guided her to one of them, the one on the far left, pulling the handle to open it quietly.

  “Here, my dy.” I guided her inside the room. As she entered, and gazed around the room, and then looked at the figure sleeping on the bed in the room, she asked, still a little out of breath, “Wh-what are we doing here?”

  I locked the door behind us, grinning inwardly while keeping a straight face on the outside. With my dick still inside of her, I took off her dress, but I had to take it off from the top, which was a little difficult, but it was still doable, and once it was done, I finally said, pulling myself out of her, “Now, Lady Zara, will you please climb on top of the young master?”

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