Hearing the sad implication of what Seinnissia said, is not what enraptures my attention, but her comment about leaving the Lyceum for a few days, making me realize an obvious fact.
{I'm not in an educational institution}.
The Lyceum is a collection of courses called Lessons. They're not compulsory or required, since this facility is in reality a factory of Freelancers, Explorers and Adventures with Mercenary and Bounty Hunter tendencies added to the mix}.
{The Mirror Me really sold me a different idea of this whole operation, and no one correct me, because i never mind enough to ask}.
I turn my head to the side, kissing Seinnissia without prior warning, leaving her breathless, and dispatching her away with a dry smack to her bountiful firm buttocks.
She looks back at me, biting her sensuous plump lips, observing me with a passion that portrays how anxious she is for the next intimate encounter we want to share.
Seeing my Fiancée's departure, i speak to the air. "Who is spying now, Barking Bitch?".
"It wasn't my intention, Lustful Beast!". Ines retorts with fleeting anger, calming herself as she reduces the distance. "In Trok'Gayian. I promised to compensate you, and i have a way to do it". She gives me a scroll. "It has locations of interest that can help you to access a longer period of preparation. With this, we are even".
She departs, and i only can guess a handful of the reasons for her attitude, as it's become clear to me, that all the Houses tend to keep certain information hidden.
Uninterested in the Lyceum's «Lessons», i move to the Library, searching for the woman who is not at the reception.
Walking through the shelves i found Cresseida accommodating various books, not minding my presence, even when i am standing literally behind her.
Before she can turn around, i embrace her with my left arm, while clasping her mouth using my right. Roughly suppressing her, as i lick and peck her vulnerable nape, imitating the layout of the kisses we perform yesterday.
Her piercing and stern gaze is reflected through the cristal of her glasses, fueling her with opposite feelings. Shame at not noticing me, and Lust due to the same factor, relaxing her posture, performing gentle, tickling nibbles on my palm.
I release Cresseida's mouth, lowering my hand to her neck, guiding her to merge our lips in a short kiss.
"That wasn't nice, Young Gentleman". She admonishes me with serious intonation, though her following peck diminishes the severity of her scolding.
"Is that so?. Then. Let me be «Nice» with you Cresseida".
I tense my grip on her neck, firmly turning her around, pushing her back against the shelf.
Trailing my right hand down, i cup a feel of the woman's breast. My left is simultaneously lifting her skirt up, stopping at her waist.
Crouching down, i lower, and take off her skimpy, damped, laced black panties, seeing Cresseida's sex, who has recently shaved her pubic hair, having almost smooth skin, because an arrow is pointing to her pussy.
{No. It's a «V». What a beautiful sight, branding herself for my sake…}.
My smirk talks on my behalf, and her crimson, frustrated blush responds in kind.
{Cresseida must be expecting this since yesterday, perhaps she wait in her bedroom for my arrival, believing i would barge in to have my way with her during the night}.
Reducing the distance, i tease her, exhaling a hot breath above her vagina, baiting a lick towards her clit, only to move higher, kissing her lower navel, midway between her pussy knob, and her belly button.
She moans loudly, the noise being too high for a Library. So i employ her panties as a makeshift ball of cloth, shoving it in her mouth like a gag, to muffle her passionate unbidden screams.
She can't help but moan strongly, more so as my mouth joins the fray of the battle, delving into her trench, nibbling, and fingering her pussy.
Cresseida's hand flies to her mouth, muffling further her lewd whimpers, as an unannounced jolt of pleasure cleaves through her cervix, weakening her posture, buckling her knees momentarily, threatening with collapse. Though she harnesses her resolution, jerking her hips forward, as her second hand assist her in silencing her horny moans.
An adequate decision, because my fingers brushing her vulva, get immediately soaked when i bite her little bean, provoking her honey pond to overflow with sexy secretions that are neutralized with my Lube.
The powerful orgasm makes her breath ragged, fast, hot and uneven. Because my mouth doesn't stop, becoming more active and insistent, devouring Cresseida's pussy with ravenous hunger.
Grabbing her inner thighs to support her, i don't cease the relentless licks that unleash a second series of strong uncontrollable goosebumps across her womanly silhouette, overloading Cresseida's mind with the bliss of a new climax, bumping her hips forward to experience more immediate gratification.
The lust and desire in her green reptilian eyes is driving her beyond crazy, worsening when i change the tempo, dragging my tongue extremely slowl, provoking the jolt she senses to barely be sufficient to keep her in the verge of a third orgasm.
Pleading eyes are always nice to see, but that doesn't occur, instead an unexpected outcome unfolds.
Her hand drops low, twisting my indigo hair, causing a sudden, marvelous, squirting explosion that quenches my thirst with the woman's stream.
{Dumb me. How could i forget about the fetish women of Loutharn have with «Pure Hair»…}.
Every stroke she does continues sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. The Library's quietness provoking a dim echo with Cresseida's shaky gasps, muffled against her own underwear.
Yet, my tongue circles her clit, making her jerk against me, with a constant trembling on her legs, but i hold Cresseida, preventing she falls down.
Issuing a fourth climax, hits my partner way harder than any of the previous orgasms, squirming from the added oversensitivity, clamping her fleshy thighs around my head.
"You are «Bad», Young Gentleman". She says breathlessly, still ruffling my indigo hair.
I chuckle. "Then let's forget about me being «Nice», and help me to become «Good»". I suggest, delving again into her intimate, moistened folds…