Countess Alice Roxxveil

As the novelty of bedding noblewomen started to fade, you found yourself increasingly discontent with the beautiful Lady Liv Williams. All the reasons that first drew you to her became reasons to consider moving to fresher pastures.

Liv is married. This first drew you to her because it meant that if you impregnated her with a bastard, no one would be able to tell that it wasn't her husband's. Upon further reflection, there was a problem with this logic. If no one could tell which of her children were her husbands, and which were yours, how would you figure out which of her children were yours? And how would you steer your children to her title if you couldn't tell which were yours?

Moreover, what were the odds of having a child with her anyway? Over the past two months, she had visited you seven times. Each time, you had left her with a womb full of cum, but assuming she shared her bed with her husband, he had filled her up as many times in a week as you did in two months.

Liv was a noble, and from the view of a peasant, all nobles were ethereal beings that towered over the little folk. As you moved closer, you had come to realize that she was disconcertingly close to the earth. By the standard of nobility, Liv was lowly ranked and poor. Outside of her beauty, she was hardly a prize.

It was still a prize you might have been content with had it not been for all the upkeep she required.

Thanks to how recently Liv's family had acquired their title, it was unstable. Multiple claimants, like Juliet, were running around. Juliet had been difficult to ruin and had required that you take a risk and take control of a Minister, which had increased the odds of you getting caught.

If you do take enough risks, eventually one of them will backfire. Consequently, you didn't want to have to take a risk of that magnitude again, but as you had recently discovered, Juliet wasn't the only claimant to the Williams title.

Was defending Liv worth the risk? The prize was a poor barony, getting the prize wasn't guaranteed, and it came with a disproportionate amount of work. The only redeeming feature was Liv herself, but even that had limits. She wasn't the only beautiful noblewoman in the world.

"You've been bringing in a good deal of taxes for that hag Williams, and I would rather you didn't. I'm prepared to pay you a hefty sum to move to my county instead, and am willing to cover the costs for moving."

One such beautiful noblewoman stands before you. Cobalt eyes peer up at you, judging, from behind the shade provided by a sky blue hat. The hat serves to hold up flowing blonde locks, making it appear short than it ought to be, though a few strands escape and brush past her ears.

Pink bow lips purse as the noblewoman considers you, all while you study her. She was as beautiful as Lady Williams- and perhaps the better investment.

Lady Alice Roxxveil was a name you had last heard when you had been doing your initial research on Liv. You don't recall much in the way of details, but what you do recall is promising.

Alice was the Countess of Roxxveil, a larger and more wealthy province than the one that Lady Williams ruled, but not by much. The difference between the two was slim enough that Liv could compete with her evenly. Alice was the only noblewoman for which that was true, so the two were natural rivals, competing in everything from fashion to politics, to architecture.

Their rivalry wasn't a friendly one. Alice viewed Liv as a threat and Liv viewed Alice as an obstacle to her upwards social mobility. The two were constantly trying to advance themselves at the expense of the other.

More boldly than Alice expects, you ask, "Do you want me to move to your county because you want a masseuse, or do you want me to move because you want to spite Lady Williams?"

"Can't it be both?" If your questions discomfort her, Alice doesn't let it show. She maintains her grace and poise, and even offers you a smile as she continues, "I love spa days, and if you're willing, I'm prepared to offer you land next to my manor as the site of your new parlor. This way, I won't have to travel to enjoy my vacations, and you'll get a large client base of wealthy nobles."

Alice liking spa days is another point in her favor. It means that you'll probably see her far more often than you did Liv, and have more opportunities to knock her up. The fact that she's richer and has more dispensable income would probably help as well.

"But my client base here is already established. Moving will only put it at risk," you rebut. "Lady Williams went out of her way to promote my establishment to her peers and I've been getting a fair number of noblewomen visiting me here."

Alice let out a tinkling laugh. "I'm aware of her attempts to promote your business. How do you think I heard of you? Liv won't shut up about you. You're the first good thing to have happened to the slums that she calls a barony in a long time."

Despite yourself, you feel flattered- and a smidgen of guilt because you're going to be leaving regardless. Perhaps you'd do her one last favor before leaving.

Alice continues, "I'm willing to do the same, and if the two of us- bitter rivals to the end- both claim you're good, people are going to believe it. Of course, if you're not as skilled as William's claimed, then that isn't going to reflect well on any of us..."

You realize what she's implying. "Lady Williams had the same doubts when she walked in. One massage later, she realized that I was as good as gold."

"Forgive me if I sound skeptical, but if you're as good as Williams claims, then you could have made far greater sums of money in the big cities. Yet you're here, in one of the poorest baronies in the kingdom. The two don't equate."

Shrug. Try to seem casual. Improvise.

"I could have made a decent amount of money if anyone was willing to try out my services. Plenty of talent is drowned before it has a chance to find its footing in the big cities. Here, it was easy to establish myself. I was the only spa in the barony, so Lady Williams stopped by on the first day, tried my services, and then recommended it to all her friends. That would never happen in a big city."

Alice hummed. "We can debate this for days, but there is only one way to settle this." She shrugs off her top, and for an absurd second, you think that she is willingly offering to have sex with you. "I'll see your skills for myself. After I've seen your skills for myself, we'll talk about compensation."

Normally your clients relied on you to undress them, hence why you had been confused initially. Now that the situation had returned to a familiar turn, the confusion alleviated and experience took over. Shrug off your clothes.

"I'm worth every penny," you reiterate. "You'll love this." The second half of your sentence was enforced with your power, making sure that she'd give you a favorable deal.

Alice doesn't reply, her eyes trace over your nude body for a second, and you know she's seeing an ugly woman. To her credit, she doesn't say anything, which is a step up from Liv.

It plays a factor in why you're gentler with her than you were with your other girls. The other factor was that you weren't sure if she was married, or if anyone else would be seeing her nude. You don't want to mark her until you had more information on what you can get away with.

That was fine though. There was plenty you cand do without leaving a trace on her body.

Don't bother with the bed- which in her mind was the massage table. Push her against the wall. "I'm going to be guiding you through a few easy stretches my lady. This is meant to warm-up the muscles. Tenderize them and help get rid of excess stress."

She tenses as your hands trail down her body, enjoying the feel of her. Start at the shoulder, and work your way down. It's fine if she's tense. With the benefit of experience, you know that she'll relax after a few orgasms.

Hands reach her legs and start to spread them. Grip gently at first, and then harder as you realize that her legs weren't as soft as you would expect. Neither Liv nor Juliet is this firm, and Alice is more flexible to boot. Her legs spread easily.

She can be more naturally flexible, or she can have an un-ladylike hobby. Or perhaps she's just more used to spreading her legs for men.

The fire of suspicion burns. Ask her as tactfully as you can, layering your voice with magic as you do. If she has a lover on the side, you need to know.

Alice laughs it off. "Neither Williams nor her servants are good examples of ladies. They're too poor to afford the lifestyle most of us enjoy. Feasts cost money, and in feasts, people dance. My family held enough that I've had a dancing instructor since I was five."

And dancing required both flexibility and a certain level of lower-body strength, you finish in your mind. It certainly explains why she's so toned. Hands give her thigh an appreciative squeeze.

"How delightful! Perhaps you can show me one day." Perhaps she can dance her clothes off for you one day, the way a whore might for a client.

"I'd be delighted to invite you to one of my less important feasts," Alice replies. "Assuming you move to my county, of course."

So that was her game. The comparison to a whore might have been more apt than you initially thought, and if she was going to act like a whore, then shouldn't she look like one as well?

"Given how much more experience you have over Lady Williams, I think you can handle some more advanced poses. Are you willing to try?"

The appeal to her sense of pride works. "Anything Williams can do, I can do better. I don't intend to try. I intend to succeed."

"I'm glad to hear you're up for the challenge. Are you familiar with static stretches?"

Alice sniffs. "Of course, I'm familiar with static stretches. That's when you get into a position and hold it for some time." And then, offhandedly, she remarks, "I can't say I'm fond of the way they burn after a few seconds."

"You don't need to worry about that, my lady. This is a spa. My stretches aren't painful- at most they're slightly uncomfortable. I want you to ignore the discomfort. Hold the position and try to find your inner peace. When it's time to change stretches, I'll move you."

Alice gives her assent, and with that, you have permission to begin.

"The first position is called 'The lotus.' Just take a seat, and cross your legs like so-" The position was meant to less offer you access to her sex holes, and more to keep her still. "While you hold the position, I'll be applying creams and ointments to give your skin a refreshed glow."

Alice didn't respond, trying to find her inner-peace per your commands. That peace was nearly broken as you stick your dick in her mouth, but you hush her just in time. "No need to worry about a thing, my lady. Ignore the discomfort and try to find your inner peace."

A few seconds pass and then Alice relaxes.

Move cautiously. Gently drive your hips forward and then pull back again. Don't venture deep until you've got a measure of how Alice will react.

She has no reason to bite down. She doesn't know a man is raping her mouth. At the same time, she has no reason not to bite down. She isn't aware that there is a dick in her mouth. If you make Alice too uncomfortable, she might try to adjust her position in a way that would be inconvenient.

Luckily, your command convinces her to keep her jaw relaxed. You only feel the lightest of scraping with every thrust.

Reassured, you pick up speed, and Alice still doesn't react. She remains in place, tranquil and calm. Her mouth doesn't close. Her tongue doesn't roam. She doesn't run teasing circles around your cock. She doesn't even suck.

Nevertheless, she has you cumming in minutes.

For most ladies, you cum inside for practical reasons. The ladies might be convinced that this is a spa, but in truth, this is your home. You have to live, sleep, and eat here. You would rather not have the home reek of cum and sex.

Alice, however, promises to be worth the clean-up that would have to come after. Pull out, and aim your throbbing member at her face. With a spurt, you cum. Three spurts hit her in all.

The first is the most eager; jumping out with glee and overshooting it's mark, hitting her in the forehead, and getting caught up in her hairline. The second is more measured, not traveling as far as its sibling but getting more of a bang for its buck. The shot starts at her right eyes, stopping her from opening it even if she wants to, and travels down to her cheek. The third is less eager still, and lands on her pink lips, ensuring she'd get a salty treat if she opened her lips.

After the first three, the fourth fails to find purchase, dribbling onto your wooden floor instead. Realizing the next would be weaker yet, you react swiftly and shamble forward until the tip of your dick rested on her forehead. The slow, steady dribble of cum joining their more energetic brethren.

Hadn't you told her that you were going to apply ointments to her skin? You were hardly going to rub your cum into her face with your hands, but your dick was already there and it was already filthy. It could do the job just as well.

With slow motions, your hand grabs the base of your cock and starts moving it side to side, dragging it along Alice's face. With every pass, it smeared the cum over her skin.

Alice bears the treatment with dignified tranquility, but it didn't fool you. You had seen her flinch when the second spurt nailed her eye. Her hand had twitched, wanting to wipe the cum out of her eye, but she had managed to stop herself.

Purposefully spend a bit longer on her left eye and smear it shut as well. Would she react? Outside of scrunching her features slightly, Alice doesn't break her pose.

Escalate and start cock-slapping her, alternating between her left and right cheeks. Each blow makes a wet 'thwap' and sends dribbles of cum flying. Alice doesn't tense up, remaining loose and letting her head turn slightly with the blows.

Pleased by her adherence, you let her near-miss go and pay her a compliment. "You've done well keeping still so far, my lady. I've applied some of my ointment to your face, but we still need to take care of the rest of your body."

She still doesn't react, and you might have been imagining it, but Alice's seemed resigned. It didn't matter. After you were done, you would use your magic to make her think that she had enjoyed this, but that was for after.

Right now, you were determined to enjoy the rest of her. And so you did.

The rest of the day was spent moving Alice around into different positions and having her give you blowjobs, tit-jobs, and hand-jobs in those positions before pulling out and cumming on either her tits or her face. From there, you let gravity do its job.

Over hours, the cum on her face started to trail down. Some of it joined the cum on her tits to form a white river, contrasting dimly with her alabaster skin. Some of it diverted and ended up on her shoulders, from where it would split again to stream down her arms and back.

The cum on her tits would trail down to coat her taut stomach, a bit collecting in her bellybutton. Some would make it onto her laps, coating parts of her lithe legs.

Some of the cum, the earlier shots, would dry before completing the journey. Others would remain liquid.

It mattered not to you. What did matter was that by the time you were done, Alice looked like a whore who had entertained a dozen men, and entertained them well.

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