My World to Free-use

196: The excuse (1)

“Ah…hnn…”A soft, involuntary moan finally escaped Elara’s lips before she could bite it back. She pressed her lips tightly together, trying to regain her usual calm.

I didn’t slow down, of course. In this battle of dominance, she had finally shown the first sign of defeat. How could I back down at such a crucial moment?

Her gloved fingers curled against the wall as she tried to keep her composure straight and her expression composed.

She had intended to stay in control, as she always did, to treat this as nothing more than a quick, necessary maintenance to keep me at peak performance.

But the relentless and deep pace I had set from the very beginning made that very difficult for her.

“Hnnn~~”

Her breathing grew heavier with each passing second. Her usual sharp, commanding voice came out slightly strained when she spoke again, “H-how much… longer—unngg~~!!”

Her words were cut off by another hard thrust that made her legs tremble for a brief second, her juices falling below her thighs, making a mess of her legs, the front of her dress, and my pants.

She quickly steadied herself, but the mask of composure was already beginning to slip. Her cheeks had taken a faint flush, and her breathing was no longer perfectly controlled.

Soft gasps and moans were leaking from her lips, and even if there was chatter and music in the hall, if someone was close, they could hear her clearly.

And that was exactly what happened shortly after.

“Lady Elara?” A smooth male voice called out politely from just outside the curtain, “We noticed you had stepped away. Is everything all right?”

Elara’s body tensed. Two, perhaps three nobles had gathered on the other side of the curtain, close enough that she could hear the subtle clink of their wine glasses.

She forced her voice to remain steady even as I continued to thrust into her from behind without pause, although her tenseness made it very difficult, but that much better.

“I am… quite well…” She replied, though her voice carried a slightly breathy edge she couldn’t fully hide.

“Just needed a moment of fresh… ung… air… the hall can become… fuu… rather warm.”

It wasn’t as fun as I was expecting it to be. You see, no one out there had the guts to step inside this curtain, even if they wanted to, because Elara had not permitted. That would have been fun on its own. Made me wonder how Elara would have handled the situation. But aside from her being worried about her voice leaking out, she wasn’t particularly worried about anything.

The very reason why she hadn’t stopped me.

So, to make it more fun, I took the matter into my own hands.

Instead of stopping, I adjusted my angle slightly, driving even deeper with each stroke. One of my hands slid up along and cupped one of her heavy breasts through the fabric of her dress, squeezing firmly as I fucked her.

Elara tensed up again, releasing a high-pitched moan.

“Hnngg~!”

However, her moan was suppressed by a chuckle from one of the nobles on the other side as he said, “The queen’s mood had certainly made the atmosphere tense tonight. We were just discussing how unpredictable she has been lately.”

“True. She hasn’t even shown her face in public for some time now.” Another noble said.

“I heard some nobles have offered young lad and ladies to her to relieve her frustration. Alas, those people were never seen again.” Another noble said, but there was little to no sorrow in her voice.

Elara tried to focus on the conversation on the other side, but my relentless pace made it nearly impossible.

What I didn’t understand was why she even had to answer, but when I heard her voice, although a little strained and very erotic, I sensed the urge to defend someone in her tone.

“Y-yes… the queen has been… under considerable… hnn… pressure lately… with the king and…. the kingdom…”

Although her voice quivered as I gave her a particularly hard thrust at the end, making her tight ass ripple against my hips, the way she mentioned the king, it was almost accusatory.

No noble said anything, and they didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. Addressing the king in such a setting, gossiping about him behind his back, was something none of them could even imagine doing. Yet, Elara had not only thought to do so, but she had actually done so, quite loudly at that.

But it was still funny.

They had no idea the one they revered and said nothing to even when she, in a way, badmouthed their king, was being relentlessly pounded by a mere commoner behind the curtain, getting fucked senseless into oblivion just a few inches away from them.

My one hand on her breast, I squeezed again, my thumb pinching over her hard and large nipples through the fabric. My other hand slid down to grip her ass, leaving her hip, spreading the tight meat slightly as I drove into her harder and deeper.

Elara’s legs were beginning to tremble noticeably now. Her usual iron control was fracturing with each thrust.

She tried hard to speak, her voice coming out tighter than she intended to answer a noble to something she said, “The… political climate… has beenhh… rather dif—ung—difficult… anngg… hnn… as of… ahhh… as of late…”

One of the nobles noticed the strange, strained quality of her voice, which he was about to question, but stopped midway, maybe afraid of the consequences of questioning Elara.

They just remained there, silently burying their questions in their hearts as Elara struggled to maintain any semblance of dignity.

Getting bolder and hoping for all the luck in the world to be in my favor, I moved my hand from her breast and traveled up north until I arrived at her neck.

Grabbing her by her throat slightly, I pulled her head back, her face facing the ceiling.

I moved forward, slightly tiptoeing because even with bringing her head back, she was still taller than me.

Once I was close to her ear, I whispered, “I’m afraid, my lady. I’m afraid they might see me; they might see you like this. I do not wish to stain your dignity. Should I stop?”

Yeah, in no way was I stopping when I so sensually whispered into her ear.

And she didn’t answer either. Not with words, anyway.

A soft, broken moan slipped out instead as another powerful thrust rocked her forward. But the best part about that thrust was her coming back to meet me in the middle, creating a lovely sound of…

Pah!

Her hands were pressed flat against the wall, her body trembling as she pushed back to meet my thrusts, and she made little to no effort to move my hand from her throat, while I fucked her relentlessly.

The conversation outside the curtain continued, even though I was sure many of them would have definitely noticed the sounds of thrust, but no one had the guts to say anything. Not even to peek inside.

My pace grew even more intense. I fucked her hard and deep, with movement so fast as if I had discarded all the care in the world.

Elara’s breathing had turned into short, shaky gasps. Her usual sharp tone was completely gone now, replaced by something breathy and strained.

When I finally reached my limit, I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard inside her.

Thick, hot spurts flooded her as my cock pulsed violently. Elara’s entire body shuddered, more violently than I was expecting. It was also then that I felt a mana in her navel.

She was using my technique to stop her orgasm. Alas, it had broken down at the end, making it even more troublesome for her as she erupted with sheer intensity enough to bathe our louder bodies.

Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as the sudden rush of warmth bathed our lower halves, her legs shaking so badly she had to lean fully against the wall to stay upright.

For several long seconds, the only sounds were Elara’s heavy, ragged panting, which I could feel with my hand on her throat, and the continued low conversation of the nobles just outside the curtain, who were obviously strained, probably because they were dying of curiosity but couldn’t look inside.

One of the nobles finally spoke, but didn’t come inside, concern creeping into her voice, “Lady Elara…? You sound rather… strange. Are you feeling well?”

Elara tried to answer. She really did. But all that came out was a shaky, breathy sound that was far too close to a moan.

She pressed her lips together tightly, her face burning as she tried to compose herself; her legs were still trembling, and she could feel a little bit of my cum slowly leaking down her inner thighs.

I quickly pressed no for pregnancy, so it wasn’t wasted. After all, it was only my second fuck with Elara.

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