Building a Harem in a Noble House

Chapter 106: How Utterly Juvenile (R-18)

"Please, Lloyd," she whispered, her restraint crumbling. "Take me...!"

He thrust in with one smooth motion, filling her completely. Meredith gasped at the stretch, her walls gripping him tight. Lloyd groaned, starting a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward. "Fuck, you feel so good, Meredith. Wrap your legs around my waist. Pull me deeper. Yes, like that. You feel amazing, Meredith. Good girl, Meredith. Good girl..."

His words poured out, dominant and praising, as he kissed her neck, driving into her with increasing force. She met his thrusts, lost in the sensation of him claiming her.

After several minutes, he pulled out, flipping her onto her hands and knees. "Turn around and arch your back. Show me that gorgeous ass. I’m going to fuck you from behind. Hold still and take it like a good girl." He entered her again, the new angle making her cry out as he pounded her, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. "I knew you could take me. You’re a strong girl."

The pace was relentless, his talkative dominance pushing her to the edge once more. But he wasn’t done.

"Enough," he said suddenly, pulling out and turning her to face him. "On your knees now, Meredith. Suck my cock. Show me how much you want to please me. Wrap those lips around it and take it deep. Eyes on me the whole time. I want to see how much you love tasting yourself on me."

She knelt eagerly, her desire to satisfy him burning hot. Her mouth enveloped his cock, tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed, one hand pumping the base. Lloyd’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her gently but firmly. "Feel how hard you make me? You’re doing so well, taking me like that. Deeper now." He leaned back, moaning softly and biting his lip. "Fuck, your mouth feels amazing, Meredith. Keep fingering yourself while you do it. I want you cumming with my cock in your mouth."

Meredith obeyed, her free hand slipping between her legs, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy as she hollowed her cheeks around him. The dual sensations overwhelmed her–his dominant praises washing over her, making her want to give him everything.

"Mhhh... You’re incredible," he continued, voice strained. "Look at you, pleasuring us both. Cum with me, Meredith. I want us to cum together."

Her fingers worked frantically, hitting that spot as she sucked harder, finally pushing him to explode as she did the same. Lloyd’s cock pulsed, hot cum flooding her mouth as her own release hit, pussy clenching around her own fingers. She swallowed greedily, riding the waves until they both stilled.

But as the aftershocks faded, a strange haze settled over Meredith. The room blurred, Lloyd’s form wavering like a mirage. Her eyes fluttered open, and suddenly she was alone on her bed, hand buried between her thighs, fingers slick with her own arousal. The fantasy dissolved, leaving her panting and flushed in the reality of her empty chamber.

Frustration crashed over her like cold water. What the hell had she been doing?

Masturbating?! To her own damn patron?!

How utterly juvenile. Her body still trembled from the phantom climaxes, her curvy form sprawled in the oversized pajamas that weren’t even hers. She yanked her hand away, wiping it on the sheets with a grimace.

It had all started so innocently. He’d held her tight, assuring that she’d never have to be alone again, before retiring for the night. She’d nodded, touched by his reassurance, before heading to the bathing chamber. Isobel and Lyra had already been there, speaking about something related to goblins or some sort. They’d dropped the conversation as soon as Meredith entered, graciously changing it to something they could each speak on–namely, fashion. Isobel seemed to be House May’s resident clothier, promising to take Meredith shopping as soon as the opportunity arose.

Afterward, they dried off and dressed. Meredith had no proper nightclothes in her size, so she’d been given a set of clothes that’d apparently belonged to Isobel’s brother Laurence. The pajamas were shockingly comfortable: soft linen pants that hung loose on her hips, a shirt that draped over her curves like a gentle embrace, far more luxurious than the roughspun cloth she was used to. She thanked Isobel and her distant brother with a nod, retiring to her room with a vague sense of contentment.

But as soon as she hit the bed, sinking into the mattress with a sigh, her mind wandered. Lloyd’s hug replayed. His scent. His kind words then and earlier in the day. The way he looked at her. The smoothness of his hands and how they contrasted with the apparent hardness of his body. Lloyd was no doubt an attractive man, and Meredith was a woman. Men and women had urges, no?

Annoyance twisted in her gut nonetheless. How could she, a Paladin in training, give in to such base urges? Fingering herself to fantasies of her patron... Imagining him completely dominating her, wrapping her around his finger as though she were little more than a common whore...

I-it was foolish! Preposterous! She sat up, running a clean hand through her hair, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of her breast. The room felt too warm, the lantern’s flame flickering mockingly.

"Foolish," she muttered to herself, her proper tone laced with self-reproach. "This is not the conduct of a Paladin. Control your urges, Meredith."

Yet even as she scolded herself, a residual ache pulsed between her legs, the fantasy’s echoes refusing to fade. She blamed the fragrance. Even as her back rested against the comfortable pillow, even as she pulled her sheets over her body, even as her hands ventured south once again.

"F-foolish," Meredith repeated, voice breathy as her fingers swirled her swollen, pulsating clit. "Y-you... mhhh~... y-you shouldn’t... do this... It’s...haah... unbecoming...!"

But, it was like she said: Paladin or not, Meredith was a woman, and a woman had urges. She’d admonish herself properly after she was finished here.