You mount her on the bed, sliding into her with a smooth, unhurried motion. As you move inside her, you find yourself lingering, savoring the tight, wet warmth of her body instead of rushing toward the finish line.
Irmtraud sighs against your neck, her hands gripping your shoulders. "You have changed since yesterday, my prince," she notes, her breath warm against your ear. "You have much more control of yourself today. You are not devouring me like a starving wolf."
"I am merely pacing myself," you murmur, your hips moving in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
She doesn't answer with words. Instead, her hips begin rising instinctively to meet yours, her body matching your tempo with the perfect familiarity of a woman who knows your weight better than anyone else. She arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as you press deep against her core.
"It is good that you have another outlet," she whispers during a brief pause in your rhythm, her dark eyes looking up into yours with absolute clarity. "The young Countess must be very accommodating to have calmed your wild blood so thoroughly."
You chuckly darkly, driving into her again. "She is enthusiastic, yes. Just like my favorite maid is currently accommodating my cock."
Irmtraud winces slightly at the blunt words, but her body tightens around you in a fierce, possessive welcome. "But should I worry about a possible problem, Your Highness? A noble house is a nest of vipers. If the Count discovers what you are doing in his wife's bed, the scandal could reach your father's ears."
"No," you say, picking up the pace as the friction begins to build toward the end. "It has all been arranged. The old man gave me the key himself. He wants a royal bastard to inherit his name because his own blood is spent. There is no danger."
"Then that's good," she pants, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you down for the final, forceful thrusts until the pleasure takes over and you release your spent passion inside her once more.
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