Lucas, who had been clutching the front of Elise's coat with a blank expression, glanced at him. Without a word, he released her collar and smoothed out the wrinkled collar.
“Lord Clanton!”
“Oh, nothing happened. I just got a little emotional...”
Blake caught Elise as she hurriedly got out of the carriage, past Lucas. Her staggering body settled into Blake's arms.
“Really...?”
“Yes, it really is.”
Elise leaned against him and looked back at Lucas. His green eyes, shining like emeralds, were still emotionless.
“Go, brother.”
Lucas, who had been staring blankly at her, nodded to the couple and closed the carriage door. The coachman, who had been waiting far away, hurried over and climbed onto the driver's seat, and the carriage soon set off.
Elise watched the Marquis of Clanton's black carriage pull away for a long moment. Blake couldn't see it, but a smile played on her lips. It was the somewhat vulgar smile of a villainous female protagonist who had seized the male protagonist's weakness.
Only when the carriage passed through the gate did the ring's vibrations cease. Elise's smile faded, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Blake asked her in a worried voice. Elise nodded, burying her face in his chest.
"It's okay."
Of course, her mind was not at all okay.
'What on earth would happen if you grabbed him by the collar in that situation?'
Originally, he should have been untying the knot on jer cloak. Perhaps he fumbled for the knot and, unable to untie it, grabbed the entire thing and pulled it up. This only made it seem like Lucas was threatening her by grabbing her by the collar.
In "The Fallen Lover," the Grand Duke of Frozen is largely indifferent to the Grand Duchess's suspicious behavior, but he is merciless toward anyone who seeks to harm her. The Grand Duchess exploited her husband's temperament to repeatedly frame the heroine's associates and drive them into corners.
'The conversation almost went awry.'
If she hadn't stopped him, the murderous intent Blake had shown earlier would have been directed straight at Lucas.
'I'd rather get caught kissing than being violent.'
She thought she should warn him properly about this the next time she sees him.
He gently stroked her back, checked the time, and spoke to Elise.
“You’re late. It’s past lunchtime.”
“Ah... Is it that late already?”
He smiled faintly and extended his arm to her.
“Let’s go.”
Reassured by his unwavering demeanor, Elise put her arm around him.
Returning to the castle with Blake, Elise walked down the hallway, revisiting the scenes she'd just played. Monitoring her performance was essential to improving her acting skills. As expected, there were a few areas where she felt she had to make a few mistakes.
'I didn't make any major mistakes, but I was a bit slow in responding to Lucas's strange behavior. I need to practice my facial expressions so I can handle it more naturally.'
It was a shocking experience, having never experienced an actor with that level of acting prowess. Elise almost burst out laughing when she saw the bizarre expression he was making in front of the carriage.
'Still, Lucas... Kissing seems to improve quickly.'
Elise absentmindedly stroked her swollen lips. He was clearly awkward at first, but he quickly adapted and completed the kiss scene with flying colors. If it weren't for that damned collar incident, she would have given it a pretty high score.
As the male lead in a film rated R, Lucas's performance will involve more than just kissing. True to the title "Fallen Lovers," he'll also be tasked with a wide variety of explicit scenes.
'I think I have a little idea how to teach.'
She was worried he would be like a stiff block of wood, but she figured she didn't need to worry. If you try anything once, you'll get the hang of it.
While they were lost in thought, the two arrived at the banquet hall. Unlike yesterday, Elise entered the restaurant with a somewhat lighter heart.
She washed her hands with water from the silver tray prepared at the door and received a towel to dry them. She stood quietly, waiting for his escort. After drying his hands, Blake put the towel down and gave the valet a command.
“Everyone, stay out until the food is ready.”
At his command, all the servants, including the chief chamberlain and the chief maid, left the banquet room.
'Yes...?'
She blinked in bewilderment as she stared at him, his bright blue eyes fixed on her. His gaze, which had been gentle just moments before, now looked fierce.
'No way...'
Elise's heart pounded anxiously.
"Even though he treats Madam so badly, do you still like him?"
It was clearly an angry voice. Perhaps he had been suppressing his anger, perhaps out of concern for the servants' eyes? Believing it had passed, she hadn't prepared herself, so Elise couldn't help but panic.
"Your Highness..."
He strode towards her.
“Answer me. Is he so precious to you that you laugh and cry because of him?”
His voice was getting lower and lower. Elise was troubled. What should she say in such a situation? Naturally, this kind of conflict between the Grand Duchess and her husband doesn't appear in "Fallen Lovers."
“Because we’re family?”
“Now I am your family.”
'Who, who said what? Why are you saying that with such a scary face?'
He leaned close enough that their chests were touching, then pulled at the fastening of Elise's coat. With a slick, the dark brown coat slipped down, revealing a thin white dress beneath.
“You walked all the way to the Knights in this outfit. To meet him.”
Although she wasn't dressed that flashy, it didn't seem that way to him.
“I’d rather not wear anything.”
Even though their bodies were already pressed against each other, he pressed a little closer. Elise, who had involuntarily stepped back, felt something cold and hard touch her bottom. It was the long marble table in the center of the hall.
He pushed his thigh between her legs as she stood awkwardly against the table.
“Hey, don’t do that. The food will be here soon.”
“Who would say anything about a couple having a loving conversation?”
His hand slid under the dress. Without a petticoat, it rolled up easily to her thighs.
His hand dug between her legs and reached her private part. He pulled back her panties and explored the crack between her legs.
“Ugh...!”
“You’re wet. Is it because of me, or...?”
His eyes gleamed fiercely. He tilted his head toward her, stuck out his tongue, and licked her from her chin to her lips in one stroke.
Elise felt a chill run down her spine. The spot he had licked with his tongue was the very spot where the saliva she hadn't swallowed when she kissed Lucas earlier had dripped down.
'Were there any traces left?'
“You have to look at me.”
He whispered softly and took her lips as if he was going to swallow them.
“Huh...”
Elise closed her eyes, trying not to betray her emotional turmoil. He sucked her lips, thrust his tongue in, and he probed her lower body with his fingers.
As the clear liquid soaked his hand, he extended his fingers and began to tease her flesh with greater speed and intensity. Saliva flowed down her chin in a torrent, incomparable to Lucas's.
The excessive stimulation made her stomach tingle. Ecstatic pleasure filled her vision with a whitewash. Her back jerked with the intense orgasm.
But he didn't pull his fingers out; instead rubbing her clitoris with his thumb and unbuckled his pants with one hand.
'Wow, this guy is no joke once he opens his mouth.'
Elise struggled and pushed him away.
Of course, it was only a pretense, but it seemed to have made him quite anxious. He grabbed Elise's wrist, which was pushing him away, and pinned it upward.
“He called Madam by your name.”
The round glans rubbed against her entrance. As if to express her inner feelings, the lower part of her body throbbed, trying to swallow him.
“Tell me, what did Madam call him when you were alone?”
“He, he’s just my brother, ugh...!”
The pillar, which had been swollen and hard, was thrust all the way into the hot flesh.
‘Whoa, it’s deep...!’
Her head tilted back on its own. Her vision blurred, and her lips parted.
“Have you ever called his name?”
There is. But Blake couldn't have heard it. Elise shook her head in denial.
His thing slipped out all the way to the entrance and slid in all at once. The thick glans scraped against the inner walls, causing the flesh inside to twitch.
“I can satisfy you better than that man.”
Elise completely agreed with that sentiment, but she had no time to respond. He gradually increased his speed and thrust into her.
"How can you only look at me? I, Blake Frozen, am your husband."
His tone was closer to pleading than accusation or reprimand.
'Aren't you angry?'
Perhaps we should judge his words and actions from a different perspective.
He paused, his body stiffening, and without removing his member, he flipped her over. As she lay face down on the table, his member poked her in a different spot than before.
He grabbed her pelvis and slammed his body into her soft buttocks, pounding, pounding.
“Ugh, ah, ah...!”
He pinched and twisted her pointed nipples. The thin dress did not provide much protection for her body.
After reaching orgasm and spitting out love juice so many times, her lower body was already aroused. It soaked her entire joint and dripped down her thighs, wetting the floor.
A slurping, obscene sound filled the vast space. Her slender body swayed pitifully under his violent thrusts.
There was no need for further conversation in this beastly encounter. He drove her to the point of insanity.
Greed has gone too far, and even the original reason has been forgotten.
After breaking up with her twice in a row and biting her neck over and over again, he finally came to his senses.
“I’m sorry. I overdid it.”
“..."
"Ma'am..."
Throughout the meal, Blake watched Elise closely. He couldn't comfort her when she was shaken by her brother's collar, but he felt guilty for having committed the crime.
'Well, it's a natural thing for a husband to do. Honestly, it felt good.'
This was the most intense sex she ever had in her life. She'll always remember it as a very satisfying time.
But instead of forgiving him easily, Elise decided to take advantage of the situation.
To proceed with the plan she had made with Lucas, she needed Blake's permission. She had to secure his promise while he was still feeling weak.
“Lord Clanton!”
“Oh, nothing happened. I just got a little emotional...”
Blake caught Elise as she hurriedly got out of the carriage, past Lucas. Her staggering body settled into Blake's arms.
“Really...?”
“Yes, it really is.”
Elise leaned against him and looked back at Lucas. His green eyes, shining like emeralds, were still emotionless.
“Go, brother.”
Lucas, who had been staring blankly at her, nodded to the couple and closed the carriage door. The coachman, who had been waiting far away, hurried over and climbed onto the driver's seat, and the carriage soon set off.
Elise watched the Marquis of Clanton's black carriage pull away for a long moment. Blake couldn't see it, but a smile played on her lips. It was the somewhat vulgar smile of a villainous female protagonist who had seized the male protagonist's weakness.
Only when the carriage passed through the gate did the ring's vibrations cease. Elise's smile faded, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Blake asked her in a worried voice. Elise nodded, burying her face in his chest.
"It's okay."
Of course, her mind was not at all okay.
'What on earth would happen if you grabbed him by the collar in that situation?'
Originally, he should have been untying the knot on jer cloak. Perhaps he fumbled for the knot and, unable to untie it, grabbed the entire thing and pulled it up. This only made it seem like Lucas was threatening her by grabbing her by the collar.
In "The Fallen Lover," the Grand Duke of Frozen is largely indifferent to the Grand Duchess's suspicious behavior, but he is merciless toward anyone who seeks to harm her. The Grand Duchess exploited her husband's temperament to repeatedly frame the heroine's associates and drive them into corners.
'The conversation almost went awry.'
If she hadn't stopped him, the murderous intent Blake had shown earlier would have been directed straight at Lucas.
'I'd rather get caught kissing than being violent.'
She thought she should warn him properly about this the next time she sees him.
He gently stroked her back, checked the time, and spoke to Elise.
“You’re late. It’s past lunchtime.”
“Ah... Is it that late already?”
He smiled faintly and extended his arm to her.
“Let’s go.”
Reassured by his unwavering demeanor, Elise put her arm around him.
Returning to the castle with Blake, Elise walked down the hallway, revisiting the scenes she'd just played. Monitoring her performance was essential to improving her acting skills. As expected, there were a few areas where she felt she had to make a few mistakes.
'I didn't make any major mistakes, but I was a bit slow in responding to Lucas's strange behavior. I need to practice my facial expressions so I can handle it more naturally.'
It was a shocking experience, having never experienced an actor with that level of acting prowess. Elise almost burst out laughing when she saw the bizarre expression he was making in front of the carriage.
'Still, Lucas... Kissing seems to improve quickly.'
Elise absentmindedly stroked her swollen lips. He was clearly awkward at first, but he quickly adapted and completed the kiss scene with flying colors. If it weren't for that damned collar incident, she would have given it a pretty high score.
As the male lead in a film rated R, Lucas's performance will involve more than just kissing. True to the title "Fallen Lovers," he'll also be tasked with a wide variety of explicit scenes.
'I think I have a little idea how to teach.'
She was worried he would be like a stiff block of wood, but she figured she didn't need to worry. If you try anything once, you'll get the hang of it.
While they were lost in thought, the two arrived at the banquet hall. Unlike yesterday, Elise entered the restaurant with a somewhat lighter heart.
She washed her hands with water from the silver tray prepared at the door and received a towel to dry them. She stood quietly, waiting for his escort. After drying his hands, Blake put the towel down and gave the valet a command.
“Everyone, stay out until the food is ready.”
At his command, all the servants, including the chief chamberlain and the chief maid, left the banquet room.
'Yes...?'
She blinked in bewilderment as she stared at him, his bright blue eyes fixed on her. His gaze, which had been gentle just moments before, now looked fierce.
'No way...'
Elise's heart pounded anxiously.
"Even though he treats Madam so badly, do you still like him?"
It was clearly an angry voice. Perhaps he had been suppressing his anger, perhaps out of concern for the servants' eyes? Believing it had passed, she hadn't prepared herself, so Elise couldn't help but panic.
"Your Highness..."
He strode towards her.
“Answer me. Is he so precious to you that you laugh and cry because of him?”
His voice was getting lower and lower. Elise was troubled. What should she say in such a situation? Naturally, this kind of conflict between the Grand Duchess and her husband doesn't appear in "Fallen Lovers."
“Because we’re family?”
“Now I am your family.”
'Who, who said what? Why are you saying that with such a scary face?'
He leaned close enough that their chests were touching, then pulled at the fastening of Elise's coat. With a slick, the dark brown coat slipped down, revealing a thin white dress beneath.
“You walked all the way to the Knights in this outfit. To meet him.”
Although she wasn't dressed that flashy, it didn't seem that way to him.
“I’d rather not wear anything.”
Even though their bodies were already pressed against each other, he pressed a little closer. Elise, who had involuntarily stepped back, felt something cold and hard touch her bottom. It was the long marble table in the center of the hall.
He pushed his thigh between her legs as she stood awkwardly against the table.
“Hey, don’t do that. The food will be here soon.”
“Who would say anything about a couple having a loving conversation?”
His hand slid under the dress. Without a petticoat, it rolled up easily to her thighs.
His hand dug between her legs and reached her private part. He pulled back her panties and explored the crack between her legs.
“Ugh...!”
“You’re wet. Is it because of me, or...?”
His eyes gleamed fiercely. He tilted his head toward her, stuck out his tongue, and licked her from her chin to her lips in one stroke.
Elise felt a chill run down her spine. The spot he had licked with his tongue was the very spot where the saliva she hadn't swallowed when she kissed Lucas earlier had dripped down.
'Were there any traces left?'
“You have to look at me.”
He whispered softly and took her lips as if he was going to swallow them.
“Huh...”
Elise closed her eyes, trying not to betray her emotional turmoil. He sucked her lips, thrust his tongue in, and he probed her lower body with his fingers.
As the clear liquid soaked his hand, he extended his fingers and began to tease her flesh with greater speed and intensity. Saliva flowed down her chin in a torrent, incomparable to Lucas's.
The excessive stimulation made her stomach tingle. Ecstatic pleasure filled her vision with a whitewash. Her back jerked with the intense orgasm.
But he didn't pull his fingers out; instead rubbing her clitoris with his thumb and unbuckled his pants with one hand.
'Wow, this guy is no joke once he opens his mouth.'
Elise struggled and pushed him away.
Of course, it was only a pretense, but it seemed to have made him quite anxious. He grabbed Elise's wrist, which was pushing him away, and pinned it upward.
“He called Madam by your name.”
The round glans rubbed against her entrance. As if to express her inner feelings, the lower part of her body throbbed, trying to swallow him.
“Tell me, what did Madam call him when you were alone?”
“He, he’s just my brother, ugh...!”
The pillar, which had been swollen and hard, was thrust all the way into the hot flesh.
‘Whoa, it’s deep...!’
Her head tilted back on its own. Her vision blurred, and her lips parted.
“Have you ever called his name?”
There is. But Blake couldn't have heard it. Elise shook her head in denial.
His thing slipped out all the way to the entrance and slid in all at once. The thick glans scraped against the inner walls, causing the flesh inside to twitch.
“I can satisfy you better than that man.”
Elise completely agreed with that sentiment, but she had no time to respond. He gradually increased his speed and thrust into her.
"How can you only look at me? I, Blake Frozen, am your husband."
His tone was closer to pleading than accusation or reprimand.
'Aren't you angry?'
Perhaps we should judge his words and actions from a different perspective.
He paused, his body stiffening, and without removing his member, he flipped her over. As she lay face down on the table, his member poked her in a different spot than before.
He grabbed her pelvis and slammed his body into her soft buttocks, pounding, pounding.
“Ugh, ah, ah...!”
He pinched and twisted her pointed nipples. The thin dress did not provide much protection for her body.
After reaching orgasm and spitting out love juice so many times, her lower body was already aroused. It soaked her entire joint and dripped down her thighs, wetting the floor.
A slurping, obscene sound filled the vast space. Her slender body swayed pitifully under his violent thrusts.
There was no need for further conversation in this beastly encounter. He drove her to the point of insanity.
Greed has gone too far, and even the original reason has been forgotten.
After breaking up with her twice in a row and biting her neck over and over again, he finally came to his senses.
***
“I’m sorry. I overdid it.”
“..."
"Ma'am..."
Throughout the meal, Blake watched Elise closely. He couldn't comfort her when she was shaken by her brother's collar, but he felt guilty for having committed the crime.
'Well, it's a natural thing for a husband to do. Honestly, it felt good.'
This was the most intense sex she ever had in her life. She'll always remember it as a very satisfying time.
But instead of forgiving him easily, Elise decided to take advantage of the situation.
To proceed with the plan she had made with Lucas, she needed Blake's permission. She had to secure his promise while he was still feeling weak.
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