Wanton Countess

A large great white mansion stood tall and proud upon a hill, and all around it was a vast amount of land, be it cleared or forest fenced in, made off limits to all would be trespassers. Within the cleared land were a few patches were lesser buildings, which housed all manner of animals; from the most majestic of riding horses to the smallest and most mundane of chickens, various pieces of equipment, ranging from archery targets to axes and hoes for farming.

Entire tracks of this land were taken up by farm land, a small personal army of people working it; from tending the crops, feeding the animals and watching over them as they graze, lest any manner of wild beast come upon a lone animal and make a meal of it. Still more land was taken up for other things, from archery ranges to riding courses, all of which demanded yet another small army of people to maintain them, so that they were always in peak condition, even if they've not been used for months at a time.

Very near to the mansion is a small cluster of buildings, serving as everything from granaries to process and store food to bakeries to produce baked good of all kinds to the quarters of the many servants that are required for just the upkeep of the lands and buildings surrounding it.

It was truly a sight to behold for the young tactician, not even in Bern had he seen such a sight; it put the royal palace to shame in sheer scape. To think that Lord Pent and Lady Louise lived in such a place, yet seemed comfortable enough living in a small tent for the time he had known them. He felt so completely out of place standing there, gazing at such a magnificent sight, he wasn't even sure as to why he had been called these in the first place. All the letter had said was for him to come to Etruria and pay them a visit when he had the opportunity.

He felt rather uncomfortable just being there, especially given the way the guards were watching him. He would leave... but he already showed them the letter and a messenger dispatched to notify them of his arrival. He fidgeted like a child while sitting, waiting for a carriage to take him to the mansion; he could have walked, but those guards wouldn't allow it. It's not like he'd go about raping the women and pillaging chickens. It took far too long for his taste, but finally the carriage came to pick him up. Compared to the rest of the place, it seemed rather simple; he was expecting it to be made of gold, or something. But no, it was a simple carriage, but even still he could recognize that it was made of a type of wood not found in Etruria... even something that looks so simple must have cost a fortune due to finding the wood and then importing it.

It ws a peaceful ride for the most part, it seems that Lord Pent actually had the road from the gate flattened as best as possible, to remove any manner of bumps that could give a rough ride. He watched the various people going about their daily lives; farming, feeding the animals, laughing and talking... it seemed more like he were in a small village than on a privately owned estate. It reminded him of his own home village, one that he had desperately wanted to escape all those years ago.

It seemed like such a short ride, or perhaps he simply didn't notice that so much time had passed; either way, the carriage arrived at the mansion and its door was opened for him. Awaiting his arrival was a young woman, dressed in a very formal and conservative manner with her hair up in a bun; she looked much like a reserved and frumpy school teacher. The moment he stepped out, she bowed slightly to him, showing her respect.

"Welcome, honored guest of Lord Pent and Lady Louise. Please, come with me and I shall show you in."

Mark simply nodded and stepped out, boots firmly planted on the ground; he didn't like riding things, be it a horse of a carriage, he enjoyed the feel of the ground beneath his feet when he traveled. She turned and began to walk with him following close behind, a man standing at the door pulled it open for the two of them. Upon stepping inside it hit him all at once; the inside of the mansion was far more magnificent than he ever could have imagined.

He couldn't help but gawk as he followed the young woman, there were just so many different pieces of art; from paintings to statues ranging from simple scenery pieces to those of battles and warriors, magi... even religious figures. Elimine was very prominent in the religious works, what with her church being very powerful in the nation, but in all save for one of them she wasn't in battle, she was showing mercy and kindness.

That one, single painting of conflict was of her doing battle with a dragon, using the very same tome that he had seen with his very own eyes a year prior. They were in the middle of a fight, tome open and raised, her stance that of in the middle of casting while the dragon was poised to strike her down, its maw agape and ready to clamp down.



It had been a while since he'd seen her, not for atleast a year, if not more. He had wondered what she looked like now, given that she was with child, and a lot of women he had known that had given brith... didn't look that great even a year after the fact, if not for the rest of their lives.

It would be a shame if that body of hers was ruined, there are so few amazing gorgeous, insanely sexy women in the world as it is...

"Lady Louise is waiting within, Sir."

The voice of the maid snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks at her, and blinks a few moments, then notices that her hand is stretched out to a door. Looking up, he takes note of a small, engraved plate hung above the door.

"Lord Pent's private study?"

He says in a questioning tone to no one in particular.

"Yes, Lord Pent wished to meet with you there, but a more pressing issue arose. As such, Lady Louise decided to greet you in his stead. Once his business is finished, he shall meet with you."



She was dressed formally, not like she was when they were questing around the land in a desperate attempt to save Humanity for the threat of Dragons. But then, even at that time she wasn't dressed like a commoner, her clothes were too finely crafted, they hugged her body snugly, showing off her magnificent features that no common wench would ever truly have.

And the same was true for her even now. Gone was the armor, the bow, the quiver full of arrows, the short skirt, replaced with a flowing, stunning white dress, the neckline cut low, showing her cleavage, her large, heavy breasts pushed upward to make them look even bigger and more fantastic. But more than that, this dress seemed tailored to show off all of her features, as, moving down from her chest, the fabric grew tighter, clinging to her torso, forming almost a second skin upon her, allowing one to see her slender waist line, leading into her wide, magnificent hips.

It was a realy shame that it couldn't have stayed that way beyond her hips, he's more than sure she has an amazing rear end, and it was also a shame that it wasn't shorter. She had rather lovely thighs, the kind that just begged to be licked and sucked... much like her breasts.



He grabs a hold of her dress, slipping his fingers down that low cut neckline, causing her to gasp loudly, her cheeks becoming flushed. With a cry of shock, he pulls it down roughly, causing her milk heavy breasts to pop out of her dress, her nipples growing hard almost instantly. He smirks as he looks at them, then he looks up at her.

"My, my... looks like you're getting excited!"

He says with a mocking tone in his voice. She tries to pull his hand away, to try to cover her shame, and yet, he's just too strong for her. He grabs a hold of her wrists and then, placing them together, he literally holds them both with but a single hand. She whimpers softly as she tries to wrestle free of him, all the while feeling his free hand grasp one of her breasts. He gives it a small squeeze, and much to his pleasure, he feels a small trickle of milk ooze from the nipple, causing her to moan.

"Wow, even a slight squeeze causes it to flow... you must be overflowing with the stuff.

It must be annoying, having to carry such overly full breasts around, especially since you have no way to empty them other than squeezing it out every so often... and such a waste, too! Why, you're just tossing this away while you have another woman feed your child. Your body works so hard to make it...

But, I have a solution for you, my Lady... something that can benefit us both..."

Lifting his arm up, her own arms are lifted over her head and out of the way. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with shame... but also a bit of desire. He can see it in them, as if she wished him to do what he's thinking, what she's thinking... and so, he pushes her back a little, forcing her firm little ass onto the edge of the desk, giving her a few inches of height that she lacked a moment before. He leans down and, lifting one of her breasts, he takes a hold of the nipple with his lips, clamping down on it.

"Ohhhhhhhhh..."

She moans softly as he licks at it, and then starts to suck, causing an almost instant reaction from her in the form of a steady flow of milk. Her fighting ceases as he laps up her life giving fluid, her heads tilts back, eyes closed as she bites her lower lip. He lets go of her wrists slowly, and once he does, he lowers his arm as she lowers her own. She then places a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair as he sucks out more and more of her milk.

He grabs a hold of her other breasts and squeezes it softly, causing her to moan loudly, another stream of milk flows freely from her as she's fondled.

"Yes... you like my milk, do you?"

She asks as she looks down at him, her eyes clouded and unfocused, as if she were possessed by something. He nods softly and makes a noise, something akin to "uh huh" while still attached to her nipple, sucking on it harder and harder, making her moan and squeal as more of her milk is drained away. By now, his hand is soaked as he squeezes the milk from her other breasts... and up 'til now, he hasn't seemed to notice. That changes, though, as he lifts that hand up to her face and, softly, she begins to lick at his fingers and palm, lapping up her own milk with her small, pink muscle, all the while sucking it from her.

"Mmmm... ohhh... it tastes good... so good..."

She mumbles as she keeps licking it up, at times sucking on his fingers, gently bobing her head every now and again while doing so. While his other hand is busy, as it were, his other hand grabs a hold of the breast he's suckling on and starts to squeeze it, causing her to moan around his finger, he's trying to get all he can from her breast. After a few seconds and the last bit swallowed, he finds that it's given all it can, that breast it tapped for milk.

"The other one is so full, it needs relief..."

She says as she goes back to licking his palm, urging him on to switch, which he gladly does. He latches onto the other nipple and, not even a second later, she's moaning again as more of her milk flows into his mouth and down his throat.



While she's still in a sexual haze, he pushes her up, onto the hard oak desk, then pulls her slender legs open. With that done, he pulls her long dress up, revealing that she's not wearing anything underneath. He groans at the sight of her supple thighs, the same that he had thought about for countless nights in the past. Looking closer at them, he can see that they're slick and wet, covered in her juices... and as his eyes trail up, he smiles at the sight that greeted him; her utterly soaked pussy, hiding behind a small tuft of blond hair.

"Oh my, you're so wet... did I do this to you...?"

He teases her and then grins, extending a hand toward her moist little opening. But, much to his shock, her legs slammed shut, and she tried to pull her dress down.

"This... this is wrong... I can't..."

She shudders as she looks away from him, her face flushed considerable, even her chest had turned pink. She could bare to look at him, not after what had happened, after what she let him do... she was a married woman! And a mother! And even if she weren't, she couldn't just have a wild sex romp with a man, it wasn't befitting a lady of her status!

"You didn't seem to have a problem with me sucking on your breasts, and fondling them."

He said, placing his hands on her own, and she trembles.

"That... that was different..."

She said softly, still looking away, her trembling growing more and more pronounced.

"How? Because they were just your breasts?"

He asks.

"No... because... because... I just..."

She trails off.

"Just needed to relive pressure."

He says, seemingly finishing for her.

"Y-y-y-yes..."

She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And you think it wasn't sexual? You didn't enjoy it? Because you sure as Hell seemed like it while moaning like some common little harlot."

"I... I couldn't help it... I can't help it if it felt good...!"

She says weakly, causing him to smirk.

"And what, you didn't expect it to feel that good? You didn't expect it to get you horny? You didn't expect it to get me horny? Did you just think that you could offer your tits to me, let me suck out your milk and I wouldn't want a crack at your little cunt?!"

He growls at her, and she cringes a little in fear. He was being lewd and crude with his words, something that she outwardly showed that she hated, and yet always secretly lusted after. Pent was always so refined, always so well spoke, refusing to allow himself to use "commoner language", as it were.



Pressing her chest into the desk, he pulls her dress up, around her waist. With a smirk, he gives her firm backside a quick slap, making her squeal in shock. With his bit of fun over, he kicks her legs open, making her gasp as she realizes that her wet little slit is exposed once more. Moments later, she gasps again as she feels the head of his cock pressed against it, then moans as she feels it being rubbed against her, moving up and down slowly.

"Ohhh... mmm...."

She moans softly as he takes hold of her hips, her pussy is starting to ooze fluid. Once he thinks she's ready enough, he creases the rubbing and presses the head directly against the folds of flesh and, slowly, he starts to push himself forward. She moans softly at first, but it grows louder and longer as he moves ever deeper.

Then, suddenly, he stops and begins to withdraw, but she knows what's about to come... and, a second later, when he rams himself back into her, pushing himself balls deep within her hot, wet love tunnel, making her scream loudly. Without missing a beat, he starts to fuck her fast and hard, making her moan and scream louder and louder. They echo off the walls of the study, filling it with her cries of passion as she digs her nails into the wooden desk

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh Elimine, yesssssss! Harder!"

She cries out, and he's all too happy to obey. He starts to move her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling her back against him as he thrusts forward, allowing him to fuck her harder, and she responds to this by moaning even louder than before, her pussy getting more and more soaked by the minute.

He starts to grunt like a beast as he keeps pounding away at her, for him, the sound of her ass slapping against his legs spurs him on more than her moans and screams. To this end, he leans in against her, making the thrusts shorter, but allowing him to slam himself into her harder and faster, making her cries of passion grow louder, her ass slapping into his legs with more frequency.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! Oh Elimine, Oh Elimineeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She screams loudly as she finally orgasms, her muscles spasming around his shaft as a surge of fluid erupts from around it. It's all too much for him, and, just after she goes over the edge, so does he, blasting wad after wad of hot, sticky cum into her, ramming it deep within her as he keeps on pumping his dick.

"Ohhhhhh yessssss.... oh Elimine, it feels so good..."

She mumbles, feeling the hot, life giving goo being pushed deep inside as her muscles spasms die down, his own still going strong. She pants and moans, squirming against him as he keeps on driving his dick into her, feeling his seed being forced ever closer to his uterus, she wonders just how much longer he can keep going before it ends.



The door opened onto a very large, spacious room, amazing decorated, perhaps to the point of being over the top. His eyes almost bobbled in his skull as entered, and then tried to take it all in... it must have cost a fortune to simply furnish this place, so much more than he had to make due with when it came down to fighting for the continued existence of Humanity a year ago.

"Your maid will be here shortly to see to your needs in a few moments, sir."

She said, which caused him a tad bit of confusion. Wat did she mean by his maid, exactly? Why did he need one to see to his needs, if she too was a maid and fully capable of doing it herself? He turned to ask her, but she was gone...



She was a pretty young thing, her hair was long and brown, worn down. She had a magnificent set of blue eyes. She wore a sexy little outfit, most likely Pent's person choosing... the top was very low cut, it came just above her breasts, giving a nice hint of cleavage, with a line of buttons running down, between her firm, supple breasts... is looked like it could be ripped open so very easily. It was very, very tight on her, her breasts were pushed up, and it grew ever tighter as it moved down her torso, showing her waist line and hips... much like that of Lady Louise's dress, most likely made by the same tailor. Leading down, before her hips was a frilly little skirt, which was incredibly short, it barely covered more than few inches of flesh, showing off a generous amount of her smooth, supple thighs.





A knock came upon the door. He slipped his hand from her fantastic body and shooed her away, to hide somewhere. She scurried off someplace as he adjusted himself, making sure that his hard dick wasn't all that obvious. Then, he called out;

"Come in."

Quickly, the door opened, revealing it to be the maid, which he sent off a short while ago. She stepped in and bowed in a show of respect.

"Sir Mark, your bath is ready."

She says to him. With a nod and a wave of his hand, she bows once again and then turns to leave... only to have him take her by the hand. Seemingly surprised, she turned to look at him, to ask him what he wanted of her, but as she turned, she was greeted with a hand, which took a told of one of her breasts.

She gasped, and then moaned as he fondled her, her cheeks turning red. Trembling with every squeeze, her moans grow louder as he takes her other breast in hand, fondling both of them. He squeezes them roughly, her hard nipples grinding against her clothing as they press into his palms.

"Close the door..."

He tells her, and she complies, her little arms extending backwards, taking hold of the door in her slender hands, then closing it... and once she does, he presses her back into it, making her moan ever louder as he presses his hands harder against her breasts, pushing them upwards, squeezing them with ever increasing force.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against her little neck, making her gasp and whimper between moans. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes closed, mouth open, a steady scream of hot, sexual noises coming from it.