The last delayed chapter. [2/2]
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“Marchioness Ashgard is resting, Your Highness.” As soon as Hilda arrived at Fiona's room, the knight reported. However, the door to Fiona's room opened from the inside before Hilda could say anything.
One of Fiona's personal maids opened the door. “Marchioness is awaiting the prince's arrival,” she replied with a bow. Hilda's face lit up with delight as she comprehended the inner meaning.
The knight who was guarding the door couldn't help but double-check the time. ‘The sun hasn't even set yet.’ He could only sigh when he remembered the erotic voice that came out of the office when these two were in the same room.
Fiona was in the room, seated on the bed. The maid who opened the door massaged her leg while one of the maids waved the hand-held fan to spread the hot air.
Fiona leaned against the headboard, dozing. The right sleeve of her dress had slipped down, revealing her creamy white breast skin.
Her long skirt, on the other hand, had been pulled up above her knee to provide the maid easy access to her leg. Hilda resisted the urge to stoop down and peer into the infinite blackness before ordering the maids to leave.
“Why?” While she chewed on a grape, Fiona inquired sluggishly. “We can talk in front of them.”
Hilda had the impression that Fiona was the host and she was just a guest based on her (F) demeanor. “Are you sure about it?” she (H) asked, smirking.
“Hmm.” Fiona's response was sluggish. “After ignoring this lady for three days, what kind of important question does the prince want to ask? It's certainly not as important as the subject we'd decided to discuss after the sun sets.”
She then took another grape and popped it into her mouth. The maids cover their faces quickly, not daring to reveal their flushed cheeks.
Hilda simply walked up to Fiona's bedside and sat next to her. Fiona pressed another grape between her lips, but a pair of lips sucked the squished sweetness from her (F) lip before she (F) could take it in.
Fiona hadn't expected Hilda to be so obnoxious, especially in front of her maids. Fiona, on the other hand, had no idea Hilda was just getting started.
Fiona's dress, which was above her knees, had already revealed her pale, thick thigh. Hilda gave her left thigh a pinch while the maid was massaging her right thigh.
Hilda's hand kept moving upwards as it approached the darkness. Fiona's eyes widened as she sensed Hilda rubbing her crack and spreading her wetness across her cotton underwear.
The fan that was blowing warm breezes came to a complete halt. The other maid averted her gaze away from the spot where Hilda's hand rested. With her head pushed against the headboard and the lips arrested by Hilda, Fiona was desperately struggling to push Hilda away.
Hilda, on the other hand, was unconcerned. As she moved the undergarment, her fingers became wet, and she popped her middle finger right into the slimy glory hole.
“Yelp!” Fiona shrieked as she yanked Hilda's hand away from her. It was, however, too late. Her waist was pressed against the headboard, preventing her from moving.
Fiona gave Hilda a fierce glare as soon as she (H) let go of her (F) lips. Hilda paid no attention to her emotion and inquired, "Are you sure you want to discuss it in front of everyone?"
As the finger inside her poked her sensitive part, the overgrown mounds on her chest rose high. Yet Fiona had no intention of backing down.
She trembled at the rhythm of Hilda's finger as she boldly declared in an erotic voice, "As long as the Prince is willing to talk about it in front of everyone, why wouldn't I dare to listen?"
“The Armstong clan.” Hilda pushed another finger into her (F) wetness. “What does the Marchioness know about the Viscount's daughters-in-law?”
Fiona opened her mouth wide. It wasn’t to speak but to take in some air. Nonetheless, she was an old vixen. She asked in hushed tones, "Which one?" as her vagina took the shape of her (H) finger.
“How many people do you know?” Hilda smiled as she drew her two fingers out of her love canal and inserted three fingers.
Fiona's body collapsed as she instinctively squeezed her thigh. She clearly couldn't respond as she continued to moan with her (H) finger movements.
“My lady, let us make some tea for the prince.” The maid who had been massaging her leg stood up and bowed.
When Hilda noticed the maid signaling the other maid to follow her, she smirked and said, "No need. You should keep doing what you're doing.”
“We shouldn't do that, my prince. It is...”
Fiona moaned, "...ve."
As expected, neither Hilda nor the maids understood what she (F) was trying to say. Hilda, on the other hand, couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease. “See, even your lady is reluctant to accompany you.”
“Leave.” The groan was much more audible this time. And it was followed by the almost pleading words, "get out."
The maids exchanged a polite vow before fleeing the room. Hilda bent her finger inside her (F) wet pussy just to stimulate the riGht spot while whispering, "Why did you send them away?"
However, all that came out of Fiona's throat were ecstatic moans. The resistance faded quickly, and the hands that were pushing her hand away pulled her (H) finger deep inside her, and she continued to move her waist with the finger just to excite the right spot.
It didn't take long at all. However, Hilda quickly pulled it out when she noticed the muscles inside her pussy tightening around her three fingers. The pleasure brought her (F) to the edge, and the sudden stop only made her more agitated.
As she looked at Hilda, Fiona whimpered. It was as if the fire that had erupted inside her vagina was consuming her entire body. She grabbed Hilda's wet hand, asking Hilda to satisfy her appetite like a hungry puppy.
Hilda smiled as she slowly untied her pants and asked, “Will my finger suffice? Or does the Marchioness require something else to keep her occupied?”
Her (F) eyes were already clinging to the bulge beneath the cloth, and she was nodding aggressively. Hilda’s hand stopped untying her pants, looked at the pair of thirsty eyes, and complained, “but I thought the Marchioness wasn't willing to cooperate with me.”
Fiona blinked, looking as if she didn't understand what Hilda was saying. “Please!?” she tugged at a part of her cloth while attempting to guess the correct answer.
The edge of her lips curved up, but Hilda's eyes were serious as she said, "Even if the Marchioness is saying it, it doesn't look like she isn't really willing."
Hilda was standing beside the bed, and the pants had already fallen to the ground. The underwear was fighting in vain to keep the raging monster in check.
Fiona nodded vigorously, her gaze fixed on her (H) groin. When she realized Hilda was still not convinced, she simply spread her legs wide open.
Hilda had no trouble identifying the gleaming wet crack. She had stirred to the point that the sheet beneath it had a large wet spot.
Yet what surprised Hilda was the lack of hair. To be precise, there was not a single strand of pubic hair around her (F) lower lips.
Initially, she assumed that the concept of a 'shaved pussy' did not exist in this world. But, come to think of it, the only other women she was with were Wolfy and Rhea. One was not even a human being, while the other was the neglected daughter of a nearly orphaned family.
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Fiona, on the other hand, was nurtured in the palace. She must have had enjoyed the best treatment a noble daughter could hope for and also must have learned all sorts of imperial harem secrets.
Whether it was because she was just another neglected heir or she was just desperately struggling to survive, Hilda had never learned this sort of thing during her stay in the imperial harem.
“Please.” The pitiful moan disrupted her (H) line of thought. She turned around to discover that the wet puddle on the bed had grown in size.
She (H) really wanted to jump on her (F), but she decided to try her luck. “That is an inconvenient position. What if the Marchioness bends on four and raises her ass to greet me?”
Hilda had already removed her undergarment, exposing her raging pink dragon to Fiona. The firm penis bounced as Hilda sat on her knees on the bed, waiting for Fiona to decide.
Fiona, on the other hand, never took her gaze away from Hilda's magical wand. She yanked her gown above her head, unlaced her panty, and threw everything off the bed.
She jumped to her fours, slightly bent her elbows, and raised her plump ass towards Hilda's face. Hilda couldn't help but take a deep breath of the cold air when she caught sight of it.
The thick ass was like a mountain, with a wrinkled hole between them that twitched with each breath. A pair of thick vertical lips protruded from beneath it.
Hilda wasn't sure if it was because Fiona was in such a position or if it was just the natural form, but it was one of the thickest pussies she'd seen in a long time.
Between the thick thighs, the bulged-up meat on both sides almost covered the pulpy dark-colored lips. The thick lips spread just enough in this position to reveal the pink treasure hidden within.
The hole between the moist lips looked like the mouth of a fish plucked from the water, which was twitching crazily. As if it was trying to swallow a dragon. And the liquid dripping from the lips had already soaked the meaty thighs.
As if the forbidden treasure was hypnotizing enough, Fiona impatiently shook her ass to attract Hilda's attention.
Hilda wanted to torment her even more, but the view was too tempting for her to give up. She couldn't stop herself from slapping it across the wet lips.
“Aawwww,” Fiona yelped in pain. Yet as soon as the stinging sensation faded, the wetness spread out of the pink hole. A sudden burst of blissfulness made her (F) body quiver. Her (F) hand weakened, and she fell on her face.
Her legs were unable to support her meaty booty, which was on the verge of collapsing. However, Hilda grabbed her butt cheek and buried her thick slab of meat all the way down to the root.
“Ahhhhhhh.” Fiona screamed. It wasn't in pleasure but due to excruciating pain. Her breathing was labored, and she groaned and covered her mouth with the pillow, yanking the sheets tighter around her.
"Open your mouth," Hilda said as she leaned against her (F) bareback. She (H) wasn't sure if Fiona was under a spell or not, but she (F) obediently opened her mouth.
She inserted her (F) fingers, drenched in Fiona's love juice, into her (F) mouth and whispered, "suck." Again, the order was obediently carried out.
“Good. I prefer women who are submissive in bed.” Hilda did not despise the one like Rhea. She couldn't just hate a woman, not in her previous life, and certainly not in this one. But she chose not to expose the truth.
Hilda drew her penis out to its widest point and stretched her (F) hole to its utmost. Then she plunged it all the way down to the root.
“Ahhhhh,” she (F) whimpered.
Even though she had brought a few female sex slaves to serve her, they were unable to satisfy her in the same way that a man could. After all, they lacked one critical component.
Naturally, the depth of her hole was left unattended for far too long. And it was excruciatingly painful to be forced to stretch so much after such a long time.
Yet, she didn't despise it. She knew how far her baby hole could stretch after giving birth three times. She understood the pain was only temporary, and the blissful sensation she had been longing for would arrive soon.
'Exactly like Eric.' However, she couldn't stop thinking about it. ‘They both are too forceful.’
But she enjoyed it. Unlike others, she relished pain as long as pleasure accompanied it. Perhaps this was why she developed the habit of laying down and letting her man do all the work.
Fiona's grip on the sheet tightened, her toes curled back, and heat began to rise in her abdomen with each of Hilda's deep but forceful thrusts.
The inner muscle tightened its embrace around Hilda's meat stick as it contracted. Each time Hilda pulled it out, Fiona felt her entire insides being pulled out of her hole.
The heat from her abdomen quickly spread through her hole, bringing a sense of ecstasy with it. She began to take deep breaths as the moan turned into a groan. However, it wasn't enough to get the heat out of her body.
The heat turned to wetness, and the sensation she'd forgotten about spread goosebumps all over her body.
Her waist buckled, and if Hilda hadn't been holding it, her (F) helpless body would have fallen onto the bed.
Before she could steady her(F) breathing, Hilda whispered in her ears, "Did you just come?"
Fiona wanted to answer. However, not a single muscle in her body was under her control. All that came out of her mouth sounded like moaning.
But it looked like Hilda wasn't waiting for her answer. Fiona could feel Hilda was rubbing her (H) wet penis on her (F) lower lips but didn't plunge it in.
"It appears that you need some punishment." Hilda gave her verdict.
Fiona had expected that much. After all, Hilda hadn't come yet, and she's not going to stop. However, she (F) had greatly underestimated the word 'punishment.'
Hilda grabbed the back of Fiona's head and pushed her face down on the pillow before Fiona could say anything.
Fiona couldn't even breathe in that position, let alone protest. Before she could even move her hand, she felt something stretch her entire body again.
"That's the wrong hole." She wanted to scream. However, it was too late. When she got the chance, the pointy tips of the hard prick had already stretched her other hole to its limit.
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