Geordo Stuart

"Welcome Prince Geordo," said the welcoming procession of maids that lined the room.

"Prince Geordo, what a surprise! I wasn't expecting you today, but it's always so nice to see you."

The third in line to the throne of Sorcier was dressed in his white suit and red cape, looking bespoke and perfect as always.

"Lady Catarina, a pleasure."

He took her by the hand. For a moment, Catarina thought he would kneel or bow his head to give her wrist a kiss like he usually did. Instead, she yanked her into his embrace. His free arm wrapped around her to ensure that she couldn't get away so easily.

"P-Prince Geordo?"

She could smell his cologne mixing with his natural musk.

It was very intoxicating.

"Why so nervous, Lady Catarina? I thought we's gotten rather close recently."

He pulled her closer, just enough to give her earring a tease with his tongue, something that drove her crazy.

He's been like this ever since her debutant ball.

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In Sorcier, nobles who officially reach womanhood host debutant balls as both a celebration and a means of introducing them to high society.

They were also expected to consummate with their betrothed in front of everyone.

While the ballroom was full of fancy dresses and fine dining and conversation on who was doing what, the party would transition into the viewing room just one room away. It was decorated with feinting couches and massive, closed curtains, men and women of noble lineage stripping down to loose corsets, garters, and decorative masks that did little for anonymity. It was all for fun, really.

Helped by fancy food laced with aphrodisiacs, the party devolved into an orgy. Bodies partially or fully nude making noise. Maids and butlers provided toys and lubricants and even themselves when the need called for it. It was their job to anticipate the needs of the guests, afterall.

The nobles of this world being what they are, Catarina wasn't exactly a virgin when she had her first time with Geordo, and she was pretty sure he wasn't either. It was more of a formality spawned from tradition, and she was pretty sure that it was just done as a pretense for everyone to do it, and did it they did.

They went at it for what felt like hours, switching positions and occassionally stopping for snacks and drinks between long boughts of fluid-exchange. Sometimes they even swapped partners, Mary and Sophia perfectly willing to swoop in to help with Catarina's libido while he took a minute to recupurate.

Turns out that while Geordo was a natural with sex (as he was most things), even he had his limits.