ReiHayashi
Ten times.
Estel had smmed her head against her pillow ten times since retiring to her bedchamber, and yet she still couldn’t shake the bizarre thoughts that gripped her mind. Thoughts so scandalous that she wouldn’t even dare utter in the confessional.
Should she be ashamed of herself? She should, right? Any proper self-respecting dy certainly would. How can she just allow Alice to take such liberties?
Estel bit her lip and burrowed her head into the poor pillow again, realising with dread that shame was the least of her worries. Allowing? Fuck, she practically begged for her kiss and relished every single moment of it. Her body was still taut with expectation, like a coiled spring ready to explode at any moment.
In fact, more than anything, she felt a surge of anger towards Alice. Seriously, why didn’t that witch just go through with it? Just because she told her not to?!
Wait, that sounds wrong—aaARGHHH, WHAT’S WRONG WITH MEEE?!!
Estel resorted to punching the pillow to vent her pent-up frustration, but instead of calming her down, it somehow made her even more angry and desperate.
Okay, okay. Deep breaths, Estel. Deep breaths.
She inhaled and exhaled shakily, pressing her hands to her cheeks, trying to calm the wild thumping of her heart.
I should probably drink some tea, that should help…
“Ba—”
Damn it, I forgot he’s not around. Where did that old man even go? It’s almost the twelfth bell, and he’s still not back?! I’m so going to compin about this to Adrianne when we return home!
Hissing out an exasperated sigh, she threw herself on her bed and stared at the ceiling, willing it to colpse on her and end this torture once and for all. Her pillow, which had been punched so hard it was as ft as a pancake, offered neither support nor respite. And somehow, despite the chill of the night air, her body was feverishly hot.
“It’s all Alice’s fault!” she groaned, grabbing the useless pillow and cmping it between her thighs to try and soothe herself to sleep. “If she didn’t—”
A sudden tingling sensation made her breath catch in her throat. A sensation that felt weirdly…nice?
Swallowing her discomfort, Estel slid her leg over the pillow again, surprised at how pleasant the feeling of it pressing against her womanhood was. It was unexpectedly hypnotic, and before she knew it, she was pulling her nightgown up and rubbing herself against the pillow. She had never felt anything like it, the tingling warmth spreading through her veins, accompanied by a surge of pleasure that coursed through every fibre of her being and drove her to do more and more. Everything just flowed naturally—the way her hand cupped her breasts, her thumb rubbing her nipples through the silk of her nightgown, while her other hand slid down to the source of her heat.
Parting her legs, she let her fingers slowly explore every inch of her desire, her breath hitching as she discovered a particurly sensitive spot. She circled the small, throbbing nub, her touch growing bolder and more insistent. She imagined Alice’s mouth there, her tongue flicking out to taste her, to desire her. As her pleasure grew, two fingers slipped in and out of her throbbing wetness, sending shivers of delight through her spine.
No, this wasn’t just pleasure. This was bliss borderlining on cardinal sin. Oh sweet Lumina, this was ecstasy, pure fucking ecstasy, and Estel was simultaneously mortified and amazed that it still wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She needed more.
Her nightgown was rucked up around her waist now, the night air cool against her heated core as she continued to stroke herself. Her nipples pebbled into hard, aching peaks, and she could feel the tension coiling within her, an intense pressure that was building and building—to what end she wasn’t quite sure, but it felt so darn good that she couldn’t stop.
Gasping for breath, she got up on her knees and elbows and started sliding her body up and down the pillow, rubbing her hips in slow circles at first, then faster and faster until she was full on humping the mound of squished cotton, all the while letting slip little ooohhhs and mmmms from her cmped mouth. Her fingers, slick with arousal, began to delve deeper, her body responding to the newfound pleasure with even more wetness. Then, she traced a damp path up her quivering belly, a ragged whimper escaping her lips as she coated her stiff buds in her own juices and pinched them hard.
And just when Estel didn’t know how it could get any better, her hips jolted with a hot fsh of ecstasy, causing her body to convulse and her muffled squeals to turn into shrieks. She fucked the pillow as hard as she could now, trying to draw out her orgasm, not caring about whether others could hear her loud moaning wails anymore. Cwing at the sheets beneath her, she felt her entire being shudder violently with release as she rode out her high.
“Haa…haa…”
A giddy wave of heat overwhelmed her senses as the st tremors or her orgasm subsided, and Estel slumped back onto the bed, her body now drenched in a fine sheen of sweat. She closed her eyes shut for a moment, finally able to catch her breath.
“Fuck…what have I…done?”
The answer to her mumbled question eluded her as she surrendered helplessly to the mind-numbing bliss.
-
Alice stifled a weary yawn as she climbed into the carriage. “Jesus, I didn’t know this inn was also a love hotel…”
“Did you not sleep well, Miss Alice?” Balian asked in a concerned voice, holding the door open for Estel. “Was the room perhaps not to your liking?”
“Oh, no, the room’s fine,” she replied, shaking her head. “It’s just the people staying next door, they were really going at it all night. I could barely sleep because of the noise.”
He blinked. “The people next door? But I’d made sure that the walls—ah?”
Estel gave the old man a covert poke in the ribs while she sat beside Alice. Startled, Balian met her eyes and made an astonished expression.
“A-ahhh, I’m terribly sorry for the mistake!” he quickly corrected himself. “As an apology, breakfast today will be my treat. There’s a famous tavern in the Nordstadt quarter whose food you cannot miss before you set off.”
Alice brightened up immediately hearing the word “food”. “Ooh, apology accepted!”
Balian instructed the coachman to take them to the seamstress’ shop, and with a snap of the reins, the carriage pulled away. Dawn broke gently over the city, brushing soft gold across the red-tiled rooftops and dew-slick cobblestones. The streets stirred with awakening life, the sounds of peddlers, merchants and food vendors setting up shop filling the crisp air.
Alice yawned again beside her, stretching nguidly with her arms over her head.
“Ugh, too bright…” she mumbled, squinting as the sunlight poured over her face. “Este, how did you manage to sleep through the noise?”
Estel let out an awkward ugh. “Ahahaha, I guess I was so tired I passed out?”
Well, it’s technically true that I passed out…
Soon, the carriage turned onto the familiar main street, easing to a stop in front of the seamstress’ shop. To Estel’s surprise, the seamstress was already waiting by the entrance, her dark eye circles betraying her exhausted smile.
“You were seriously in luck, dear customer,” she said, leading them into the shop which appeared messier than the previous night. “I asked the four best seamstresses I know for help, and thankfully, all of them were willing to lend their assistance to finish your order overnight. Miss Alice, would you please follow me to the back to try on the dress?”
While Alice and the seamstress disappeared into the backroom, Estel sat down on a couch in the corner, pushing away the bolts of excess fabric that were haphazardly strewn over the cushions. She had only given the seamstress a rough sketch of what she was looking for in the dress, so as to how the final piece would look like on Alice, she hadn’t the faintest idea of what to expect.
“…my legs…”
“…give me a moment, I’ll arrange them better…”
As their voices grew closer, the door creaked open slowly, and the seamstress carefully guided Alice out of the room.
“Voilà, dear customer!”
Gncing up, Estel was momentarily rendered speechless when she id eyes on the pale blue ball gown that swept the floor around Alice. Silk yered with exquisite silver netting hugged every curve of her body, creating a figure-fttering taper at her waist and accentuating the glittering crystals along the hem. An elegant scoop neckline revealed her bare shoulders and just enough cleavage to make her look seductively hot without inviting scandal.
Alice anxiously fingered the tulle of her overskirt. “U-um, Este…what do you think?”
“You look…”
Estel tried to find the right words to describe the sight before her.
“…incredibly enchanting.”
“Enchanting?” Alice gave a bemused look before stifling a giggle. “Why, thank you very much.”
