Chapter 250: Annie’s Turn…
Chapter 250: Annie’s Turn...
Elle opened and closed her mouth, making frantic little "awawa" sounds."N-no, I... I have never done anything like... that..."
She denied it, but her eyes never left my cock. It was already fully hard again, the base gripped tightly in Annie’s hand and forced to stand rigidly at attention.
"Oh, is that so? Lord Robin, Elle says she hasn’t, but is that true? Annie, if the effect is that strong... maybe I should try it too?"
"""Ehh?!"""
The Duchess’s words landed like a thunderclap. I was more than ready to agree, but Elle was speechless. Annie, still gripping my cock, declared firmly:
"Your Grace! You must not put such a filthy thing in your mouth!"
Hold on a second. Even if I’m from another country, is it really okay to call part of a prince’s body "filthy"? None of the three women seemed to notice, so I kept quiet, but it stung a little.
"But Annie, you put it in your mouth, didn’t you? Surely it would be fine if I just touched it?"
The Duchess said it so casually. All three pairs of eyes locked onto my cock. The head was still glistening. Because Annie had been squeezing, a little fluid had already leaked out.
"Oh, what a waste," Annie murmured, and gave it a quick lick.
You just licked the "filthy thing" again! Of course the Duchess noticed.
"Annie, you licked it again."
Her tone carried a hint of irritation.
"I am only a lower-class noble, so it does not matter for me. But Your Grace must never do such a thing."
Annie was spinning some convenient logic. I wondered if Lily would have agreed with her.
"Oh? So it’s not allowed for me, but it is for Elle? Her family is a viscount’s house, after all."
The Duchess looked at Elle as she spoke.
"Well... that depends on Lady Elle’s feelings, doesn’t it?"
Annie answered with perfect nonchalance.
Even while talking, Annie’s hand never stopped stroking me. She varied the pressure perfectly—strong, then soft—changing the angle of her fingers so the hardness returned naturally. Where did she learn this technique? Was it something she discovered on her own, or a secret skill passed down through the Haslam family for generations? It felt far too good.
"Annie, it’s getting glossy again... Does that mean... This time I’ll—!"
The Duchess leaned forward, but Elle grabbed her and held her back.