My eyes meet with with Arron, who was buttoning up his pants...
His lips curl up to a smirk...
And he asks...
"Did you like it?"
There goes my fucking last nerve.
"You make me sick!" I mutter under my breath.
Looking at me, Arron just places a finger on his lips, "Shhh~"
Oh god!? Does he think this is a joke??
I want to beat the shit out of this fucker and if not for Derek and Victor outside, I'd do it for sure!!!!
It's frustrating how I am unable to do anything but watch...
It's almost as if he has got me tied up around his finger!
From fucking a man on the same bed, beside his wife's dead body...
To fulfilling his sadistic fantasies by making his wife watch him fuck a man in front of her...
I can't take this anymore!
I hate this man's guts!
"Sir Victor...as much as I would love to spend more time in your company, I think you should leave before the knights get back to guard" Derek says.
"Yes, I absolutely understand. I would be taking my leave now" Victor stands up.
Derek escorts him outside and shuts the door behind.
Once they leave Arron fixes his clothes and gets ready to leave.
"Wait where are you going motherfucker!!? Get him off me!!" I scream trying to remove Lorenzo who is all passed out on my shoulder.
"Nah I have to see Victor out...Bye" he says before leaving through the corner behind the bookshelf.
"FUCK STOP!? OH GOD!!" I can't stop cursing.
Lorenzo is completely passed out on my shoulder with upper body pressed to mine.
I try to shake him gently to wake him up.
"Lorenzo?? Hey wake up!?"
But no response.
Well that's a given considering how tired he must be after that session of violent sex...
Oh god, even thinking about it makes me puke!
Lorenzo sleeps peacefully on my shoulder like a baby...
Seeing him like this, I feel like it might be okay for us to stay like this for a while.
But then I remember what Derek and Victor had discussed...
"The proud and upright Duchess caught in bed with the beautiful slave hahaha!"
How can they stoop down so low?
Just because they can't win against a woman these men resort to cheap tricks and attack a woman's honour!?
Truly how disgusting these men are!
But I won't let any of you harm me or my honour!
I won't let you touch me!
Or him!
I pat the back of Lorenzo's head gently.
I must protect him...
"Nghh...please don't..." He cries in his sleep.
"What's wrong??" I ask.
But there's no answer.
It looks like he's having a bad dream.
I can actually guess what it is...
"It's fine now...You have done well." I pat his head again.
His cries seem to have calmed down. I smile and run my fingers through his beautiful black hair.
But that's when...
I feel something poking my belly...
Something hard and hot...
"Eeekk!! What is that???" I flinch.
At this point Lorenzo's sweaty body was fully pressed on mine...
I gulp down a lump in my throat and moved my trembling hands towards it...
That's when I felt it...
Trembling hot...
Hard as a rock...
This is Lorenzo's....
*BA-DUMP*
Did he get a fucking boner in this situation!!!??
How is that possible...he had just...
"Nghh...hah..." Lorenzo lets out a soft moan
Oops! I didn't realise I was gripping it so tight...
I move my hands away immediately.
Anyways what do I do now??
Should I leave him here and just walk out?
But what if someone finds him here during that time??
No...I should sneak him out as well...
But how do I do that when he is like this...?
A thousand thoughts race through my mind when...
Lorenzo rustles his head on my shoulder and moves down to my chest.
"Wait-"
And before I can do anything, his hands grabs my chest softly as his head rests peacefully on them.
It was a low cut light dress, which I wore as it gave me enough room for movement. I thought that it would be helpful for today's activity but...
I feel Lorenzo's sharp breaths hit my cleavage. One of his hands grabbed my bosom softly, like a kid.
Ah...I will lose my mind.
As someone who had spent their past life, only studying, without touching a single man...
Lorenzo's pleasant scent mixed with the lewd stench that lingered in the air reached my nose...
Hah...do men always smell this good...?
Are their embrace always this warm...?
He rustles his head on my chest making them shudder...
My buds rose up in anticipation...
I want to...touch him...
I feel my hands moving on their own...
And then touching his trembling meat down there, I feel Lorenzo's shuddering moans on my breast.
I felt its entire length with my fingers, making Lorenzo squirm wildly in pleasure.
Its amazingly big, I can't even cover its full length with my hands.
To think that such a beautiful boy hides an indecent thing like this everday, under his clothes...
I felt its entire shape through my hands, it was sturdy and thick. I could feel its heat, through my fingers, and even the pulses as it twitched!!
I stroked its entire length and moved to the tip.
"Hah...Nghh!!" He let out sharp moans on my breasts as his hand squeezes my left one in anticipation.
Is he sensitive here?
Rubbing his tip, I stroked his entire length back and forth.
I could feel it, he was about to explode at any moment!
Sharp breaths hit my bare cleavage, as I continued the motion...
And soon enough, he burst out his seeds covering my entire hands and even shooting it on my dress.
I bring my hands closer to take a look...
They were covered in his sticky white stuff.
He came so much...
The room is all quiet now...
There was not a single sound to be heard.
Just the sounds of the breaths of Lorenzo's and mine, echoing in unison.
Despite what had just happened...
It was strangely peaceful.
For a long time I had not experienced this peace.
Especially after reincarnating into this body.
It's strange...
Everything feels like a dream.
My past life.
My identity.
My memories.
This life feels so real that it makes me wonder if the memories of my previous life were a dream?
The line between reality and fiction gets blurred...
But the scent of his boy...
The warmth of his embrace...
Its all so real.
How long has it been since I felt the warmth of a man?
My name was Erika.
I belonged to a middle class family.
And being born as a woman in a middle class family, your only hope is to marry rich.
But I never liked the idea of marriage or love.
Growing up I watched my parents argue all the time.
My mother had a lot to say but was always silenced by my father.
I didn't know what I wanted to become when I grew up...
But all I knew was that, I don't want to end up like my mother.
What is marriage anyway?
Two people spending their lives together forever?
That sounds like a tragedy.
"What if you hate that person you marry?" I had once asked in my 2nd grade class to the social studies teacher
"Why would you do that Erika? Love is the basis of marriage. You marry the person you love, spend your whole life together and build a family with them!" The teacher explained.
"But what if you hate the person you marry?" I repeated my question.
"What kind of a stupid question is that!?" The teacher gets angry.
"If you hate the person you marry how will you spend your whole life with them?" I asked.
The teacher tries to control her anger and explains nicely, "That's not true Erika! Haven't you seen your mommy and daddy and how much they love each other!"
"But they don't!" I said.
"What!?"
"They hate each other! They fight everyday and Mommy cries every night! Teacher said that we have to spend the rest of our lives with a person when we marry them! But how can we stay together if we hate them? I don't want to live my life with a person I hate so much!" I said.
And those simple words of a 8 year old, led to her being taken to the principal's room, parents call, undergo counselling, getting scolded and slapped by her dad, all in one go!
Haha...
It's funny actually...
I was so innocent at that time.
I just said the truth.
The truths that many adults hide.
Just a while later, we remember seeing the same teacher, who had gotten married recently, always wear full-sleeved clothes even in the dog days of summer.
It only became obvious when oneday we heard the news of her passing away.
Her drunk husband had apparently murdered her by smashing her head repeatedly on the wall.
But of course that wasn't the first time.
Nor will it be the last...
But surprisingly...
She always mentioned...
How happy she was!
Love, marriage, couples.
I never understood these things as a kid.
I didn't understand why two people who hated each other so much stayed together and pretended to be so happy in front of others.
In front of our relatives and their friends...
My parents would act so happy in love.
So much so that it would sometimes give me some relief that maybe they have changed.
But just when we came back home, the fights started again.
I didn't understand why adults who hated each other so much pretended to be happily married in front of others...
But now I do understand.
It is because they are scared.
More than staying in hell...
They are scared of the hellish judgements of other people...
Rosetta who married Arron was able to receive the goodwill of the high society.
She pretended to be in love with him...
She pretended to have a perfect marriage.
But all of it was fake.
She could never love a man like Arron.
But they were tied together by fate.
To spend the rest of their lives together.
A father who wished for his daughter's happiness...
To protect her from her curse, he married her to the devil himself.
But what can be a bigger curse?
Than getting married to the man you hate?
As I am lost in my thoughts, Lorenzo wakes up.
Slowly lifting his head from my chest, he looks up very surprised.
"Duchess...Was I...?"
"Oh you are awake?"
"Yeah...I am so sorry..." he says immediately distancing away from me bashfully.
"Why are you sorry?"
"It was so rude of me to make tou see that...Ah!!" he covers his face in shame when he takes a notice of my his load dripping down my hands.
"Duchess...did I..."
"Sorry...you seemed like you were in pain. And I wouldn't be able to carry out when you were like this..." I say, feeling slightly guilty on touching him when he was asleep.
"No!! That's...please don't be sorry, its my fault for ending up like this and making you see that..."
"It was not your fault Lorenzo! You don't need to feel bad about it, please" I say.
"I...I didn't know what to do! I think it was all that bastard's plan from the beginning. He knew I had heard his and Derek's conversation. And he also knew that I would be telling everything to you. That is why..."
"That is why he brought you over here knowing very well that I would be here too!?" I complete his sentence.
"Yes! Oh my god...I can't believe this!"
"It's nothing unbelievable. I means its Arron we are talking about. There is no bar than which he can't stoop lower..."
Lorenzo lowers his head.
"But you know what frustrates me even more? It is the fact that he's playing me like a toy!" I tighten my fists in anger.
"Duchess...what do we do now? I think they are trying to...uhmm at the royal masquerade..."
"No they won't. I will not let them. Now that we know their plan, there's no way I am letting them do anything!"