A little side-trip

"He's probably in his study," Lyria says quietly, leading you downstairs and down a corridor. "We'll have to sneak past." She motions towards an open door. Peeping in, you see Howard sitting at a desk with his back to you, writing something. Lyria starts to sneak past but an idea grabs you; you take hold of her hand and drag her into the room opposite Howard's study. It appears to be a small parlour, with several tables dotted here and there.

"What are you doing?" Lyria whispers fiercely.

"I need to fuck you again, one more time before I go," you answer, and kiss her, then you kiss your way down her neck and onto her breasts.

"Are you mad? It's too risky! Howard's right across the hall; he could come in at any minute!"

You look her in the eye and say, "Precisely."

You spin her round and bend her over the nearest table. She whimpers a bit but she doesn't fight- she's excited by the danger of being found out. You lift her dress up, gathering it around her waist, and undo your trousers to let your cock spring free. You press the head of it against her wet snatch and push forward to bury yourself in her.

She almost cries out- you have to reach round and smother her mouth with one hand. You start to thrust into her, not sparing her any effort, while your other hand roughly grabs one of her breasts through her dress. She clings to the table, desperately trying not to make too much noise.

The only sound now are those muffled moans she lets out involuntarily with your thrusts, and the quiet slapping of your abs against her ass cheeks.

"Lyria?" there comes a call from the other room. You don't stop fucking her, not for one second- you're pretty sure he won't come looking for her. He doesn't have enough respect for her to bother.

You lean down and whisper in her ear, "Answer him."

You take your hand away from her mouth and she bites her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. "Y-yes dear?" she finally manages to call back.

You slam into her suddenly, but you've anticipated the shriek that rises, unbidden, from her throat, and you've already clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle it. "I was just thinking," Howard called, "that you've grown far too free with your morals while I've been gone. It was rather cheeky of you, you know, to try to seduce me like that earlier." As he says this, you are busy fucking his wife over a table.

You remove your hand from her mouth so she can reply. "I-if you say so, dear." You put your hand back, and redouble your efforts, fucking her even harder and faster than before, so that the table is scraping across the floor, being moved by the **** of your movements.

"I think you ought perhaps to go to the temple," Howard says, "and confess, and beg forgiveness for your sins. Don't you?"

"Y-yes dear," you allow her to reply. "I'll go in j-just a few m-minutes."

You only just get your hand over her lips to stop her screaming with joy as an orgasm rips through her body. She trembles and quivers beneath you, her pussy a mad, convulsing thing that squeezes your dick in all the right ways. You too are close, and as soon as her climax finishes you pull out, spin her round and push her to her knees before you.

"That's a good girl," Howard calls as you jerk yourself off over his wife. "You've just grown out of hand, but you're not so lusty and evil as all that really," he says, just as you shoot your cum all over her breasts. "You just needed taking in hand sometimes, is all." Lyria now takes your cock in one hand and sucks on the head to clean you up, while massaging your semen into her tits with her other. A great globule of cum dribbles down her cleavage.

The deed done, you put your dick away and she rearranges her dress, and the two of you proceed to the front door, she calling to her husband on the way that she was going out to the temple. At the front door you kiss Countess Lyria goodbye and the two of you part ways.

You feel quite happy with yourself as you stroll away from the manor. You check in briefly at The White Stag but, as you expected, there is no sign of Doe 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.