Chapter 78: Chapter 78: I am literate indeed
Augustus nodded, smiling, hearing the ever wrathful, complaining, unruly dragon comply on something he had voiced.
He had thought she even started hating him, as she had forbidden him to touch her, forcing him to sleep in the corner.
’Maybe... tonight, tonight she will lay that body for me...’ Augustus thought.
While Aiden was already living Augustus’s dream, his palm molded her thighs like dough, lifting her purple skirt up and up.
Catherine, her cheeks red, looked at her busy husband as she looked at Aiden, whose touch was slowly making her wet.
"Stop... Aiden." She whispered. "He’s right there... if he... if he just turns, he will see you."
Aiden didn’t say anything, coming closer and closer, as he came to her neck.
Sniiiiifffff.
Sniffing her intoxicating smell.
"My lord, the room smells lovely. What is the secret here..." he voiced aloud, as his lips went to her neck, giving a gentle kiss.
"Umm..." Catherine couldn’t help but moan and whimper, the memories of that night running back.
"Hahaha... you liked it, Aiden," Augustus voiced aloud. "Don’t worry, after you become a knight, you can offer more than this simple perfume."
Aiden took Catherine’s neck by hand, forcefully making her face him, boring his golden eyes into her needy but panicking blue eyes, which didn’t know what to do. What to say, What to feel.
Those eyes, those eyes of worry, overthinking, overcomplicating—he loved them. He loved them the most.
"Indeed, my lord... indeed, but I am reaaalllllyyyyy loving this smell. It’s like... it’s like... I want to devour the scent whole." He voiced, pulling her near, placing his lips onto hers.
Some maids saw it in surprise—Aiden taking their mistress’s lips, no, devouring them, as they could see his tongue lapsing into her mouth.
"Ummm... ai... den... no." Catherine whispered. Her hands tried to push him, but couldn’t; one hand went to his cheek, pulling his face closer than pushing him away.
"Lady Catherine... why are you suddenly so quiet... our Aiden wants to know about the room perfume. Tell him, and let him indulge his desire to know more..." Augustus’s voice rang, still admiring himself in the mirror, as the maids around him blushed red.
’Peasants... can’t even dress me properly, going red just by seeing me in flesh,’ Augustus thought, as they bore his coat.
But they all were not just blushing red—they were also growing wet, squeezing their thighs as Aiden’s hands and lean fingers pulled their mistress’s gown all the way up, his finger dipping in between her thighs. They couldn’t help but twitch, seeing such things happening before their very eyes.
Catherine looked at Augustus as her mouth was busy with Aiden’s tongue, still smiling, still admiring himself.
’Augustus... someone who is not you is taking my lips, and you are still in your endowed pride,’ Catherine thought as she felt his hands on her underwear, finding her nub instantly.
’Ahhh...’ she twitched, her mouth still being devoured by him as he started moving.
The sheer boldness of him made her even morreee wet. Her husband was right there, and he was here, molesting her, taking her lips, taking her tongue, and now using her cuchi like it was his.
And she loved it, this degradation, this treatment, this touch of forbidden lust.
She wanted to moan loudly, but her mouth was still taken by his, and his ruthless, hungry tongue.
"Aiden... did you read the papers?" Augustus asked.
He finally let her lips go, and she flushed, her nipples poking out from her tight purple dress. He moved his finger more, focusing on her knub.
"Yes, my lord..." He voiced, seeing the papers. He gestured to Catherine, and she took them, her body now moving with his finger. She placed them on her chest, trying to cover her nipples and also help him read better.
Aiden only smiled and shook her nub even more with his thumb, as his finger pushed the wet, gushed underwear inside her own cuhie.
"Aa—" Catherine closed her mouth, with one hand holding the paper and the other holding her own lips tight, feeling his fingers pushing her garment inside her, so rough and unruly, the rough texture of her underwear rubbing the inside of her wet hole.
"I’m reading it, my lord." He voiced, pushing his finger deeper as he bent them toward her G-spot.
"The House Leonidus, hereby names Aiden, who was born a peasant..." he started reading, elegantly, nobly even, with utter fluency and pace that made listening easy on the ears.
As he shook his fingers more inside the grumbling Catherine, whose eyes latched with fear and pleasure.
’Um... ahh... ahh... noo... no...’ she moaned.
’Why is he like this...? Please, Aiden, please... don’t make me cum before my husband... Ahhh... ahh... noo... this forbidden, this forbidden taste.
The sheer thought of my husband catching me... is pushing me to climax... pushing me to cum...
Ohh....harder... Aiden... Aiden... yess... yess... your finger, your finger is melting me...’
"...with House Merlin also in name, thereby passing their decree to name the person named Aiden..." he kept reading, reading as he peeked at her red face, reaching climax. Her eyes gushing up.
’Noo... ahh... ahh... don’t stop, don’t stop Aiden, make me cum, make me cum before my husband, fuck me... fuck me with your finger... Ohhh... ohhh... nghh♥!
... I’m cumming, I’m cummmmmming...’ she thought, as her thighs quivered, her body arching, as she bit the sofa pillow hard, knowing her hand would not be enough.
’Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!’ she released her everything, flushing her underwear and Aiden’s hand at the same time.
"There by named, Aiden as the Knight of the Emperium, Knight of the Merlin and Leonidus Fief!" Aiden belauded those words in glee, a bit louder to cover her blissful orgasmic moan.
The lord nodded, as his clothing was finally finished, and also hearing his smooth words, he smiled. The boy was not just literate but also fluent.
Such talent would bring him to the nobility faster if he pushed him enough.
"I’m impressed, Aiden." He voiced, coming out of the dressing room, prim and proper. "Umm? Where did Lady Catherine go?"
Aiden wanted to stand out of respect, but the cushion where he sat had to be covered, as it was wet—very, very wet.
"Lady Viscountess has gone to the washroom, my lord. Sorry, my lord, I want to stand and praise how good you look, but these papers—I would like to read them and understand them much deeper." He prophesied, placing his hand on his chest.
"Indeed, just ask Lady Catherine for more details, but..." he voiced like a warning.
"She has a low temper, she is not understanding like me, Aiden, so keep your questions low..." he voiced, going out of the room.
"Of course, my lord... I will. be. gentle." He lied, as he saw his back walking out the door.
Sniff, sniff.
"...hmmm, the smell again." Augustus voiced, stopping, sniffing around and also sniffing himself. "Maybe it is just me who smells it, not the clothing as well." He whispered, walking to the door once again.
Thud!
Aiden sighed in relief as he stood right away, uncovering the cushion, the scent of her gushing cum now spreading all over the room.
He gazed at the maids still there, his finger going deeper into his pocket.
Ting
Ting
Ting
Ting
As he threw four gold coins to the four maids.
"Shuuuushhh." He sighed, with a smile, placing his finger on his lips, stepping toward the bathroom.
The maids smiled and smirked, glad to be of service to Aiden rather than their ungrateful lord.
Aiden reached the handle of the washroom door, but first whispering,
"He’s gone..." he voiced.
Then suddenly, with a click, the doorknob opened, Catherine’s hand coming out, pulling Aiden by the collar.
Thud!
As the bathroom door closed once more, locked.
As the maids giggled and changed the cushion, acting like whatever they saw didn’t happen at all—cleaning and making everything shine while the moan of their mistress grew louder and louder.