Case 59: To accommodate her fetishes. (R-18)

''Good luck with your lesson, alright?''

''Mhm.''

''And make sure not to injure yourself.''

''Mhm.''

Afternoon.

As I carefully sent Lyra to her class, my heart beat faster and faster. At this point, Penelope had long awakened and eaten lunch, waiting for me to start the session.

''Hah...''

Standing before my own room's entrance, my body started to heat up. Knowing Penelope, I wondered what kind of things she would try on me this time around.

Nervously, I opened the door.

Inside, a racing-hot Penelope greeted me. She was sitting on my bed, wearing only a sexy black nightgown and minimal makeup. The layers of thin lace barely hid the pinkness of her buds but did not at all conceal the incredible contours of her hourglass figure.

More daringly, the thing that sat between her legs was fully exposed, giving the portrait a blatant color of lewdness.

''...I'm back, Penelope,'' I uttered.

''Good timing. Come here.''

Posing a grin, the heiress of Bourbon signaled me to stand in front of her.

Like usual, she scanned my body from top to bottom, her gaze meticulous and patient. It was as if she wanted to molest me with only her eyes.

''Strip.''

''...!''

Once again, the command was given.

Fulfilling the obligation I had promised, which was to satisfy Penelope's sexual needs, my hands moved to remove the clothes I had. Now, the erotic gaze from my partner intensified, aiming precisely at the exposed parts of my body, ones I would never want to show to any strangers.

Penelope, as if entranced, kept on looking at me even though a few minutes had passed. Ignoring her raging member, she kept on looking. The more she looked, the more I was embarrassed. For some reason, it felt as though she was poking at my flesh, even if it wasn't true at all.

''U-Um...''

It wasn't until I made a noise that she seemed to snap out of it.

''Stand there.'' She said, picking up a strange vial that I hadn't seen before on the nightstand.

''Penelope, that is...''

''Something to enhance the experience.''

After saying that, my partner flicked the lid open and let the slightly thick stream of blue liquid flow into her mouth. Then, she approached me and... kissed my lips.

Between our intertwined tongues, the blueberry-flavored syrup freely mashed and mixed, adding a touch of sweetness to that already addictive kiss. Penelope's lips were as warm and soft as I remembered, and her skills had only improved.

My mind was melting.

''Nn...''

I had no idea what she just fed me, but if I didn't imagine it... I felt a bit lighter? I wasn't quite sure. I thought my stamina recovered by just a bit, but that was it.

Besides, I had no time to focus on that at this moment.

The pervert was now in her beast mode after tasting my lips, her rod poking at my belly as if wanting to penetrate it right in this instance. Perhaps she was left frustrated for too long, but... it seemed almost angry.

''Hah... Cecilia...''

Nonetheless, with Penelope's inhumane self-control, she still decided to do some foreplay before pouncing on me. Her left hand soon found its way to my chest, fondling it aggressively while her other hand crept down to touch my buttocks.

''Ngn... mm...''

Unlike when Rachael did it, Penelope was much slower yet equally amazing. I could feel it in my body—she knew when and where to apply pressure, where to touch, and with which motion.

Gradually, my moans leaked, which perhaps made Penelope's patience run out. Almost unceremoniously, she pulled her hip back before thrusting her member right in between my thighs.

''Mhm...?!''

The sudden invasion of that hard and scorching hot thing nearly made me jump. Not only did it feel a bit strange to have something so bumpy ripping between my private parts, but since Penelope was half a head taller than me, her thing headed down at an angle instead of horizontally.

Which also meant... it was rubbing against my clitoris and between my lips.

''I'd always been wanting to do this...'' Penelope whispered. ''Your thighs are quite the real deal. Both soft and plump.''

''D-Don't say it like that...!''

''Does the princess also do this?''

''No...''

As the pervert chuckled, seemingly in victory, her hip also started to move. Slowly, she pushed her rod back and forth, intimately holing my thighs while her hands pulled me closer by the buttocks.

Breathing heavily, she remarked, ''That's what I thought. That woman is nowhere as savvy to attempt such a move like this, am I right?''

''T-To be frank...'' I tried to reply, gasping for air as my climax neared. ''She isn't...''

After all, Rachael was more like a hungry beast in heat to me. Not to mention she became a bit feral whenever I let her suck my blood.

But...

''A-Ah...''

''Are you cumming? Let's do it together...!''

Those vulgar words were not at all something she would normally say, but they showed just how close she was to climaxing. I, too, was in no right state of mind to care about any of that. At some point, I found my hip moving on its own, rubbing against Penelope's member in sync.

And when she kissed me again... we both let it out.

''Mhm... nn... ngn...''

As expected, kissing while climaxing was something else entirely.

Once we had cleared that foggy pleasure somewhat, there was a puddle on the ground, and I was sure I wouldn't let Mary see it. Ever.

''Hah... that's the spot.''

Letting it out once as foreplay wasn't enough for such a pervert, it seemed, as she wanted me to give her head afterward. So, I knelt on the ground, pushing her still-energetic member into my mouth.

Still the same hardness, the same girthy scent, and the same heat, but I was able to put more of it in now. With more practice, would I be able to take it to the base?

''Nghn...?''

Suddenly, my head was being sandwiched by Penelope's full thighs. As I looked up, her flushed face greeted me.

''You know.'' She said in between her breaths. ''Some former maids of mine had once tried to get pregnant with the stuff I let out in my alone time. They took it from the trashcan.''

''Mhgn...?!''

''Of course, they were captured right away, but that made me more careful about sexual affairs in the first place. Although it might seem silly.''

The whole time, her gaze was on the lonely puddle some steps away. But when I tried to release her rod from my mouth to say something, she instead grabbed my head and began to nudge on her own, relieving herself with a touch of aggression yet maintaining care.

Thanks to that, it didn't hurt in the slightest, despite how violent it might look.

''Mhfmp...! Ah...!''

Then, she pulled out herself, and the moment I felt it twitching, I knew what was up. So, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide, valiantly taking on the splashes of that thick, steamy hot liquid across my face.

Some of it flew onto my tongue; some got on my cheeks, my hair, and even my nose. It was so warm.

''So hot...'' Penelope muttered amidst her and my moans.

I could hear her taking a picture.

After that, she affectionately stroked my head as I swallowed her essence. Her face was tainted with a loving smile unbefitting of the cold Penelope de Bourbon.

''You're the only woman I want to put my seed in, Cecilia.''

''...That's the worst flirting line I've ever heard.''

''...''

''...''

''Puh—hahahah!''

''Heheh...''

Somehow, we both laughed at the same time.

Born from that little moment was a sense of happiness. Fondness. I wanted to be with this person. Was that wrong?

I didn't know.

Still, Penelope was here for me, and I wanted to be here for her.

As she carried me onto the bed, raging to continue further, I let myself to her care.