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While Eileen was completely absorbed in how he bit and sucked her ear, his hand smoothly made its way to her breast.
With deft fingers he unfastened the buttons on her blouse one by one.
The blouse, carefully buttoned to the very throat, was unfastened in the blink of an eye.
But, unable to wait a second, he roughly tore it apart.
The remaining unfastened buttons all flew off.
Seeing the buttons she’d so diligently sewn on after the last time fly off and away with a light sound, Eileen cried out in panic:
"Ah, Your Highness, no, a-ah, Cesare, a-a-ah!"
But his hand didn't stop.
On the contrary, he firmly squeezed both her breasts.
His large hands barely fit her breasts, which he now kneaded like a soft toy rabbit's paw, continuing meanwhile to suck her ear.
When his fingers pinched a nipple, Eileen sharply inhaled and jerked her hips.
As a result her buttocks rubbed against his hard member.
She wanted to lower her hips, but each time he pinched her nipple, her body involuntarily jerked, and she could do nothing about it.
It seemed as if she herself were rubbing against his member, twitching her hips.
Eileen didn't even understand that she was performing such indecent movements, emitting only jerky groans.
Each time her nipple was tormented, a strange stinging feeling arose in the bottom of her stomach.
It seemed as if the nerves in these two places were connected.
"A-ah, enough, breasts, stop..." she sobbed imploringly.
Cesare parted his mouth and bit her on the cheek.
Having bitten the face reddened like an apple, he held her teasingly with his teeth.
"You have misbehaved, Eileen."
"Ye-es, a-ah, I misbehaved, sniff, m-m!" She hastily asked forgiveness, not even knowing in what she’d misbehaved.
Then he finally let her go.
Having pulled back, Cesare released her, and Eileen hastily crossed her arms over her chest.
But it was pointless.
His hand was already moving further.
The skirt was hiked up.
Eileen lying on the sofa was completely exposed below and cried out.
Cesare, pulling off her panties, calmly continued: "Next time do not dare so easily say you will die.
Understood?"
"Yes, I won't anymore!
Ik, panties you can't!.."
"You're all wet.
If you stay in wet underwear, you'll catch a cold." These words sounded just as absurd as her recent babbling about all sorts of things in the bathroom.
While Eileen tried to rise, he took off her panties, which were already soaked from her juices.
The fabric sticking to her pussy came away.
A small piece of fabric slid down her leg.
When the last part of her underwear was taken off her, Eileen left off the attempts to rise and covered her face with her hands.
All reddened to the back of her head, she whispered: "Don't look at me..."
But she felt his intent gaze.
Protruding buttocks and slightly revealed most intimate part.
Wet skin trembled, coming into contact with air.
Unconsciously tensing the muscles below, she felt her pussy jerk, releasing the accumulated fluid.
Her juices slowly trickled down her thigh.
Cesare was silent for some time.
Then he made an unclear sound, as if he had found himself in a difficulty.
His long fingers parted her labia.
Wet, closed flesh diverged, revealing the most secret innards.
"You couldn't have done this yourself." He exhaled.
Warm breath touched her sensitive place, from which Eileen trembled finely.
"Who then did it?"
At first she didn't understand what he was asking.
But after a clarifying question she realized.
"M-m?
Eileen."
To confess to him the secret of her intimate place was incredibly shameful.
Burying her gaze in the space between his legs, she whispered almost inaudibly: "It itself... so it was..."
The tender part of the body was completely exposed, without a hint of cover.
That very smooth pussy she didn't want to show him.
After puberty she’d had no hair appear either in the armpits or in the intimate zone.
For some time this was a serious cause for concern.
But since these parts of the body should not have been seen by anyone anyway, she had hoped to keep it a secret forever.
And now she was revealed by Cesare himself.
The one she wanted to hide from most of all.
*‘They say nothing is eternal under the moon.’* Eileen was in despair.
For even after the wedding and wedding night she would still have had to open up to him.
But she’d wanted to hide it as long as possible.
She immediately tried to close her pussy from his gaze, but his large hands firmly held her, making it impossible.
Eileen almost weeping implored: "Maybe enough looking already?.."
That she was showing Cesare her pussy, excited and shiny with juices, was a moment she couldn't believe even in a dream.
Moreover, the longer he was silent and looked, the more her slit jerked, releasing still more fluid.
She was already prepared for being called a libertine, and could not have objected.
*‘But my body behaves so itself.’* Had Cesare not touched her breasts, not sucked her fingers... had he not touched her at all, she could have maintained modesty.
*‘This is all because of the Grand Duke.’* While she, burying her reddened face in the sofa, diligently blamed him, behind her back something was happening from which she would have fainted had she found out.
Cesare slowly dropped to his knees and applied his lips to her pussy.
Suspecting nothing, Eileen, absorbed in her shame, sharply inhaled, feeling how his lips touched her slit.
As hard as it was to believe, Cesare, it seemed, had kissed her there.
Eileen didn't dare look back.
Trembling, she babbled: "Don't...
It's dirty there..."
She tried to convince him not to do it, but, it seemed, these words only excited him more strongly.
He again kissed her pussy.
Then his laughter rang out.
"You are beautiful, Eileen."
Hearing weight his compliment, she firmly pressed her lips together.
From one praise she immediately foolishly rejoiced.
One word "beautiful" softened her heart.
When Eileen was silent for a second, Cesare opened his mouth and began slowly to suck out her juice.
Intentionally making obscene sounds so that she heard them.
He now sucked her, now ran a long tongue.
Having gone with the tongue from the slit to the clitoris, he continued his diligent actions, from which moisture again flowed from her pussy.
As if not wishing to miss a single drop, he deeply inserted his tongue into her pink slit, sucking out the fluid accumulated inside.
Eileen groaned, holding her breath.
"A-ah!" Intoxicated by blissful delight, Eileen couldn't come to herself and only groaned.
But then her eyes opened wide.
Something hard touched her entrance.
It was Cesare's finger.
It smoothly entered her ready slit.
The first phalanx of the long finger slid inside.
Even this single finger made her whole body tense.
Not accustomed to such intrusions, it could not quickly adapt to an unfamiliar action.
She couldn't believe that through such a small slit one could insert something—and even give birth to a child.
"Cesare, Cesare..." Eileen cried only his name, as if believing he could dispel her fear.
Cesare inserted the finger very slowly, letting her get used to it.
"Bad business.
So narrow." He as if measured something, moving the halfway-inserted middle finger back and forth, murmured: "Even one finger enters with difficulty..."
Then he bent the finger.
The sensation as if her innards were expanding made her cry out in fright.
"Scared, scared...
Do not move..."
In response to her sobbing Cesare kissed her pussy, calming her.
"I'm not moving it.
It's all right.
Do not be afraid." He froze with the bent finger inside.
The bent finger pressed on something.
Probably on the point behind the clitoris.
Even simple pressure caused Eileen strange sensations.
A ticklish feeling spread through her whole stomach.