Irene was sitting on the edge of the massive oak desk, legs spread, her emerald green silk dress pulled up and rumpled to her waist.
Her olive-green hair, released from its usual chignon, fell in damp strands over her bare and pale shoulders. Her gray eyes shone with intense light, pupils dilated, as she stared straight into Kaiser’s eyes. Her skin glistened with a thin film of sweat at the base of her neck and between her breasts.
Kaiser stood between her thighs, torso bare. His mid-length silver hair, usually silky, clung slightly to his forehead and temples from sweat. His pants were lowered just enough.
He held her firmly by the hips, powerful fingers digging into her pale flesh, and pounded her without gentleness, each deep and regular thrust making the heavy desk tremble and its wood creak. Stacks of parchments slid, a silver inkwell wobbled, threatening to spill its black contents, but neither paid attention. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, hot wax, and sex.
"Harder," breathed Irene in a hoarse and hissing voice, a sideways smile stretching her red lips. She ran a hand through Kaiser’s silver hair, grabbing a handful near the nape and pulling to force him to lean toward her. "Mmh... You know very well I don’t like it when you hold back."
Schhlip... Schhlip... The wet and rhythmic sound of their bodies joining filled the silences between their short breaths.
Kaiser did not respond immediately. He simply accelerated the rhythm, his hands with whitened knuckles sliding under Irene’s buttocks to lift her slightly and thrust deeper. A low and muffled moan escaped the duchess. "Hnnggh..." Her darkly polished nails scratched the muscular and sweaty back of the young man, leaving pink trails.
"You are always so greedy, Irene," he finally let out, voice deep, hoarse, almost cold despite the effort. He lowered his head and bit the sensitive and satiny skin just below her ear, leaving a red mark that would fade tomorrow. Irene shivered from shoulders to hips, tightening her legs around his waist with surprising strength.
"And you, always so... ah!... good when you fuck me," she gasped, her smile turning into a grimace of concentrated pleasure.
She threw her head back, exposing the long line of her throat, when he gave a more brutal thrust, her breasts with hardened tips pressed and crushed against Kaiser’s hard and burning chest.
She felt every movement, every precise internal friction, every time he filled her completely, deepest. Her own breathing had become a series of small rapid gasps. "Ah... ah... ah..."
"You’re going to make me cum," she murmured against his mouth, her lips brushing his, just before seizing them avidly in a brutal kiss. Their tongues sought each other, entwined, a hot and salty fight, while their bodies continued their frenzied rhythm, skin slapping against skin in a dull and regular sound.
Clac. Clac. Clac.
Kaiser broke the kiss with a sharp movement, grabbed her slender wrists, and pinned them above her head against the polished and cold wood of the desk. He looked her straight in the eyes, a wicked and cold smile on his lips, his warm breath caressing her face. A strand of his silver hair fell over his forehead.
"Cum as much as you want," he said, voice a low growl. "Here, no one will hear you. No one dares approach this wing at night."
And he resumed, harder, deeper, each thrust pushing her back on the desk. "Kaiser...!" Irene’s cry rose, strangled, then broke into a long hoarse and guttural moan that echoed in the empty room. "Aaahhh—! Haaah..."
Her thighs trembled violently around him, her gray eyes rolling upward before half-closing, lost in pleasure. Her body stiffened then was swept by successive spasms, her fingers desperately gripping Kaiser’s on her wrists.
The man’s rhythm became more irregular, panting, until a deep groan escaped him in turn, and he finally stilled, weighing on her, their hot and rapid breaths mingling in the quiet air.
The maneuver with her wrists now trapped under his strong grip tore another moan from Irene. "Hmmpph... That’s it. Like that." Her hips lifted to meet each of his thrusts, seeking to deepen even further a penetration that already seemed to pierce her entirely.
The rhythm accelerated, became wilder, less controlled. Kaiser’s thrusts slapped violently against the pale flesh of her thighs, producing a wet and regular sound: Clap-clap-clap... Each impact made Irene shudder and shook the desk with new intensity, threatening to topple a heavy celestial globe placed near the edge.
"I’m... I’m going to... ah!" Her voice broke, reduced to a chopped breath. An intense shiver ran through her lower abdomen, an almost painful tension tightening, twisting, rising. Her internal muscles contracted, gripping Kaiser involuntarily and spasmodically. "Aaah... Kaiser... wait... it’s..."
But he did not wait. On the contrary, he released one of her wrists to slide his hand between their pressed bodies. His thumb found the small knot of sensitive nerves at the junction of her thighs and pressed, in a firm and precise circular movement.
It was the drop that overflowed. The direct contact, added to the deep and relentless friction inside her, exploded the tension.
"AAAAAH!"
Irene’s cry, hoarse and powerful, burst without restraint. Her body arched so violently that only Kaiser’s grip on her hip prevented her from sliding off the desk.
Her back formed a perfect arc, her breasts stretched toward the ceiling, her eyes wide open, glassy, seeing everything and nothing at once. A series of violent and hot spasms swept through her, from her center to the tips of her fingers and toes that curled. A flow of intense and almost painful ecstasy surged through her, accompanied by a wave of humid heat between their joined bodies.
"Haa... haa... ah... ah..." Her moans became short, jerky, with each wave of pleasure that continued to shake her. Her skin, where it was not moist with sweat, was covered in shivers. She released the tension in her back and collapsed forward, forehead against Kaiser’s shoulder, panting against his neck.
Kaiser then slowed his movement, allowing the storm in her to gradually subside. He kept a firm hand on her hip, the other still entwined around her wrist, now more to support her than to constrain her.