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Feeling yourself on the edge of climax, you pull out of her and straddle her chest, jerking yourself off furiously with one hand while your other caresses her thick brown hair. She smiles up at you expectantly.

"Go on!" she urges. "Come on me! Come all over my face! Paint me like the slut I am!"

Her words are too much for you, and, with a great groan escaping from your lips, your cock jerks violently. Your seed shoots from it in a jet, hitting her right in the face.

The first spurt goes into her hair and lies there, white and creamy against the brown, in a long line. The second strikes her on the forehead and drips down over her left eye, forcing her to close it, while the third hits the corner of her lips. Jet after jet you shoot out onto her face, and she giggles as it plasters her: it goes in her mouth, on her cheeks, on her forehead, yet more goes in her hair, and finally a few stray drips fall onto her chin and neck.

"Mmm, you don't hold back much do you?" she says contentedly. She wipes away the cum from her eyelid with the back of her hand so she can open it again.

"I don't approve of small portions," you say. You've always had a massive cumload, as Countess Lyria has just discovered.

But suddenly you hear a commotion going on downstairs, and deep booming voice calls out. You're reminded of when the king of Treylen caught you fucking his daughter (and her maidservant), and have a feeling that something similar is about to happen here.

Lyria gasps. "Oh no! It's my husband! Quick, you must hide before he finds you!"

"He might notice my cum all over your face," you point out. Why on earth didn't she tell you she was married? You've cuckolded plenty of men before, but you always take great care to make sure you're not found out.

You clamber off her and manage to pull on your trousers. "He wasn't meant to come back for another week!" she says. "He's been away in Venderbrast for months! I never thought..."

You're too late to escape, because in the next moment the doors are flung open to reveal a bullish man standing beyond, gazing with horror on the scene before him. "Lyria?! What is the meaning of this?!"

"I'd have thought that was fairly obvious, Howard!" she replies. "You've been away for months, and you didn't fuck me for months before that!"

"How dare you!" he rages, and strides towards her, but you've got your sword out by now and you move between them with it raised at him.

"Stand down, sir," you say, "and leave her well enough alone. Strike her once, and I swear I'll strike you down."

Howard pauses at this, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, he grins maliciously. "Fine. Lyria, I'm petitioning for divorce! Ha! How about that then, you whore-slut of girl!"

"Fine with me," she says. "The title belongs to my family, as does the manor and all our possessions. You'll not get a single thing, and I'm glad to be rid of you!"

Howard realises his mistake, but it's too late now. You usher him from the room at sword point and tell a servant outside to escort him from the manor. Should he return, you inform him, you'll run him through and through. "Good day to you sir," you say to Howard. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to fuck your wife again. So long!" And you shut the doors to the bedchamber in his face.

Lyria laughs and claps her hands together gleefully. "Oh at last, I'm free of him! Do you know, he never even cared about sex? It was all just about the money to him!"

"Then he's a fool, milady. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to keep good on my promise to him?"

"You mean the one where you fuck his wife again? By all means, Sir John, do!"

That's all the permission you need. Stripping off your trousers once more and throwing your sword to the floor, you pounce upon Countess Lyria, and merrily pick up where you left off with her.

You feel quite happy with yourself as you stroll away from the manor later that evening. You check in briefly at The White Stag but, as you expected, there is no sign of and nobody's seen anyone who looks like her. She's gone again- but no matter. Now it's time for you to decide what to do next.