Winter Bud - Side Story 6

Sermione (6)

“Shall we change positions?”

He was holding Nanna in the missionary position. However, the position Nanna felt best in was doggy style. When it was behind her back, Nanna would writhe uncontrollably. It was the same even when they did it standing up or on their sides. No matter how much she tried to hold back by covering her lips, every time he thrust his hips, she would relax her knees and gush out fluids.

He wanted to see her eyes roll back and her lips part as she gasped for breath. Nanna seemed to think that version of herself was ugly. But in truth, it was her most adorable look.

“What?”

“You like it from behind, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t!”

“You do. You go wild every time I thrust from behind.”

Sermiun spoke in a vulgar manner. Yet compared to the crude language used by commoners, he remained infinitely gentlemanly. Nanna thought that was just like him. Even when he tried to use endlessly lewd words, he was still a nobleman; even when he sneered with all his might, he remained refined. She bit her lip hard.

“D-don’t… ah, ah!”

In an instant, he flipped Nanna over and struck her butt with his large hand. She screamed reflexively. The burning sensation was sharp, almost thrilling. A strange, breathy moan slipped from her lips. Without realizing it, she arched her back, bracing her hands on the floor to steady herself, and was pierced through at once.

“Ahng, ah—!”

The sensation of the shaft, now halfway inside her, was so good it made her juices flow freely. So, even if this was just a physiological reaction, it still felt good. Nanna turned around, feeling dizzy. His ascetic face was flushed bright red, looking alluring. Just meeting his gaze made her jaw tremble uncontrollably. It wasn’t because of fear.

It was just that the sight of them becoming one, as if pierced by a harpoon, was eerie. Nanna watched the man thrust his hips upward while she bit her lower lip tightly. The recoil pushed her forward and her arms gave out.

“Ahh!”

“Hold the position.”

“Your Grace, ah, ngh, gently… please be gentle.”

“Nanna.”

Nanna choked back a sob. His voice, thick with lust, came out rough as he stared at her with sharp eyes. It was a face that seemed ready to devour her whole. A sudden wave of fear washed over her. The Duke began thrusting his hips upward again. The fully inserted member was impressive. Its length and thickness… it wouldn’t be strange to call it a club. Nanna let out a moan as she felt the penis thrusting into her with all its might and then pulling out again.

“Ah, ah, ahh, ah! Your Grace! Hng, hngh….”

The taste of iron spread where she bit her lip. Feeling him piston in and out, Nanna tensed her hips. Being taken from behind felt strange. Not good, but strange. The act itself was already beastlike, and from this angle it made them seem like something other than human.

“Hng, ah, hngh…!”

As she writhed senselessly, Nanna’s lips parted. She seemed to be gasping desperately, like a fish out of water. Suddenly, the hand gripping her pelvis traced the hole where the cock was buried. Startled, Nanna turned around. Her gaze locked once more with those green eyes that seemed to ripple like absinthe.

She grabbed the rope-like arm clutching her buttocks and shook her head. She wanted to say “Don’t,” “Don’t touch me with your hands,” but no words came out; it was as if a cork had been stuffed down her throat.

“Ah, ah, hng….”

Nanna shook her head violently, letting out a wet, broken moan. The man asked, “Why?” She twisted, her face contorting. Tears soaked her cheeks. The Duke’s hand rubbed her hardened clit, while his other hand probed the entrance where his shaft was buried. The sensation was new again.

“Ah, ha—! No! Ngh, ah! No, ah—!”

A sharp thrill ran through her, making her whole body tremble. Nanna was truly afraid she might leak like before. She had gone through it several times. Even if something dreadful repeats, it should become bearable, but it never did. To grind her buttocks against his firm thigh as if she might lose control in front of him, to have her hole pierced by his fingers and cry out as if in a seizure… no. To end up wetting herself no matter how it happened was something she could never get used to.

“Hng, ah, hn—!”

The man who had been gently rolling his middle finger over her clit suddenly pulled Nanna upright. Then he turned her to face him and told her to spread her legs. She felt she understood what position he meant.

As if obsessed with sex, he tried to take Nanna in all sorts of positions.

“Please….”

“Quickly.”

“Hng….”

Nanna panted and shook her head. But she knew any further resistance was useless. She braced herself against the bed with both arms and spread her legs. More precisely, she tangled herself with him. Sermione panted as he thrust his shaft into Nanna’s hole. Then he finally pulled her onto his lap.

“Move.”

“Stop, stop….”

“Move your hips yourself.”

He ordered. Nanna, her face flushed red, let tears fall as she reluctantly climbed on top of him and moved her hips. Up and down, then down and up. Her full breasts swayed. As if telling her to roll her hips, the Duke slapped her butt. Biting her lip, Nanna rotated her hips in a circle.

Dizziness came over her again. Her vision blurred as if collapsing. The man who had buried his face in her ample breasts bit down on her nipple and climaxed. Since there was no contraception, if they were unlucky, a child would be conceived. Nanna was no longer even afraid of that distant, overwhelming reality.

***

When she opened her eyes, it was dawn, a faint blue light wavering. Nanna woke with a slight chill. Fortunately, the Duke was not beside her, but the four-poster bed she lay on still seemed to be his.

She pressed her lips together and turned her head. Then she fell asleep again, and when she opened her eyes, it was fully morning.

“Madam, are you feeling a bit better?”

A youthful voice spoke. Nanna looked at the speaker in confusion at the unfamiliar form of address. The round-faced maid looked gentle but somewhat simple. Pulling the blanket up to her neck, Nanna looked at her cautiously.

She didn’t understand why she was being called that. In the Duke’s residence, she had always been just Nanna. In Aldermort and Leaxos as well, her title had never changed. She was always “Nanna,” never called by any other name. So why….

“Th-the Duke….”

“His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty went hunting together. He’ll return in three days…. More importantly, don’t you remember?”

“Remember what….”

“You were ill for four days. During that time, the family physician came and went as well.”

The young maid let out a worried sigh. Nanna parted her lips, unsure what to say. Four days…. Now that she thought about it, every time she opened her eyes in between, her body had felt heavy. She seemed to wake from chills only to lose consciousness again and fall back asleep. She didn’t remember the physician coming and going, but she clearly remembered the chills sweeping over her the moment she briefly came to.

Even so, she thought it had only been for a day at most. She never imagined she had been ill for four days without regaining her senses. With a darkened expression, she glanced at the maid, then clutched the blanket tightly.

“I’d like to move somewhere else.”

“No. His Grace ordered that you be looked after.”

“I’m fine now. More importantly, this is His Grace’s residence, and I have my own room.”

Nanna spoke as she recalled the lavish room that didn’t suit her. No matter why it had been given to her, she wanted to return. Thinking that she had stayed in the Duke’s bedroom for four days made her uneasy.

“That won’t do!”

But the maid was unexpectedly firm. Contrary to her gentle appearance, there was a sharp edge to her. Nanna flinched slightly and looked at her. The Duke had gone hunting with the Emperor and Empress and would return in three days. Did that mean she had to stay here until he came back? No… when he returned, would she be able to leave this bedroom?

“Um….”

“My name is Basie. I’m your personal maid, so you can call me Basie.”

“I see. Basie. But why are you calling me ‘madam’? I’m just one of the maids in the Duke’s household. There’s no reason for you to be my personal maid.”

“Yes?”

Basie looked surprised, as if it were the first time she’d heard such a thing. Thinking about it, Nanna had never seen her before. Perhaps she was a newly appointed maid while Nanna had been away from the Duke’s residence. Nanna looked at her calmly, then parted her lips to tell her to simply call her Nanna.