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“Duke of Veritas, may I have some of your precious time?”
A voice as sweet as honey, he knows this one very well if the slight twitch of a smile graces his usually stoic face. Goro turns around to greet Lady Amamiya who looks as radiant as ever, wearing one of the many gowns he had sent over as gifts to win her hand. He has to give his thanks to Sae once he returns from this ball, the colour red truly does bring out the beauty of Ren’s cheeks.
“For the finest ruby of them all? I will give you as much as you desire.”
He gently bids his previous company farewell as he leaves his arm up for his Lady to hold onto, all of them waving him off with pleasant smiles and kind-hearted warnings to treat her nicely. That’s nothing too hard for Goro to do, he’s grown more fond of Ren over the course of the season and he considers her to be an extremely close friend now.
Goro should be more concerned about the shift in their dynamics. He knows this charade must cease once Lady Amamiya finds a suitable enough partner, the season ceasing and the wedding bells will start to ring across the town of Wolfden. Finally free of all the expectations to be wed, able to travel to wherever he sees fit without the constant chatter of gossip looming over him.
Yet his heart seems to linger in Wolfden, not for its spring time landscapes or the new architecture that screams new money. He wants to stay to linger in a fiery gaze lit from ash-coloured eyes, smoothing his fingertips through tousled ebony locks until they trail down a softened jawline to tip her upwards just to appreciate all her beautiful features. Lady Amamiya has gone and burrowed into his life, cementing herself as someone Goro really cares about and that list is far and few inbetween.
“My duke, I would apologize about my intrusion into your conversations but I’ve been rather parched for a while,” Ren sultrily draws out as she clings onto his arm, her tongue darting out to lick at her lips. Goro is entirely entranced with every movement she makes, visibly swallowing as his pace quickens across the halls of some rich poser. “I have been drinking quite a lot of the expensive wines but I require something much more up to my standards, wouldn’t you agree?”
“You have been quite a handful when it comes to such delicacies,” Goro chuckles out nervously, the thrills of what's to come drumming under his skin. This game they play has been one of the many benefits of their pseudo-relationship, Goro drinking down every new experience and committing it to memory. “How can I be of service to you, my fair Lady?”
“Do you really need to ask such trivial questions, my duke?” Ren leans up to whisper into his ears, the faintest trace of her lipstick on the shell of his ear. Goro feigns ignorance as best as he can as she continues, a coy smile traced on her face while the noises of the crowds gradually get softer and softer. “I wish for something more raw and salty for the moment. You happen to be the best source for those sorts of delicious beverages.”
Goro speaks in a mock flabbergasted tone, causing Ren to chuckle as he dramatically turns off to another corner with his hand intertwined in hers. “My Lady, if you are speaking in terms of fellatio, that is quite unbecoming of someone so pure and dignified such as yourself. How do you propose you’ll convince me otherwise?”
Both of them reach to the gardens of this place, submerging themselves into the maze bushes in order to conceal themselves completely from the lively crowd. Goro wishes for solitude from prying eyes, only he gets to see the events to transpire even for this short brief moment of reprieve they get.
Using his knuckle to tip up his lady’s head, he swallows down the last of his nerves before ducking down to capture her lips. The sacrilege of kissing a woman without the knot of marriage tying them together should’ve made his entire skin crawl with the guilt of his sins. Yet he brings her face closer in a fit of passion, sliding his tongue in to entice her to join in. It’s exhilarating to take another groom’s bride before they’ve even met, knowing he’s imprinted his mark on this beautiful lady in secret they both keep.
Ren only gasps as she gently places her small hands atop his broad shoulders, gripping onto him tightly as she lets Goro consume her completely. The rush of her obedience only fuels him to go further, take as much as his forefathers did before with the lands now currently in his possession.
Careful to not mess her hair, he breaks the kiss as his other hand comes to tangle at the mere tips before tugging down lightly, an animalistic growl grating through his teeth as the sliver of indigo is visible from her collarbone. The last time they went on one of their escapades during these frankly boring balls, the duke couldn’t help himself but taste her supple flesh begging to be bitten until all that’s left visible is Goro’s own teeth marks permanently branded onto her skin.
“Do try to cover up better, Lady Amamiya,” Goro sarcastically berates as he sucks across the already engraved skin, lapping at his old works as if he’s appreciating his old works of art before creating his own on a new canvas. Fresh, white and ready for his brush. “We cannot have you falling into a scandal so soon to the end of the season. What of your prospects if they suspect you of a harlot amidst the absolute purest women?”
“I’ll gladly be a harlot for the sake of my Duke,” Ren mewls as Goro cups at her bosom, kneading the little flesh he can through the fabrics of her newest dress. Her gloved hands move upwards to lace around his neck, tightly anchoring herself down by tugging at the ends of his hair. “Only for you though, my Duke. I’m all yours if only you so desire.”
The duke rolls his eyes at the obvious jabs to his stance on the constitution of marriage woven subtly through her words, only gently pulling the fabric down low enough to expose her chest. It’s not the biggest of the ladies yet it makes him unsightly drool all over himself from the mere look of them, her nubs erect in the cold air as she shivers all over his form.
“If I so desire… as if you wouldn’t want to lick the dirt off my boots if given the chance, my Lady.”
Goro secures his fingers around her throat and squeezes, scoffing at how she unashamedly moans into the twinkling night sky. He lowers down to capture one of her teats in his mouth, licking it up inside of his mouth before sucking it harshly. The duke earns a hiss in return as silk gloved fingers card through his hair, tugging on it lightly as he places one his hands around her backside to bring her closer whilst the other twists and agitates the other nub.
“Hnn.. Y-your Grace…” Ren chants over and over as her knees buckle from how passionate Goro becomes, suckling on each teat with such care that one would assume the sweetest and most delectable milk is spurting out of them. The duke in question only raises a brow before delving into the other one, tweaking the supple, spent nub between his fingers. “Your G-grace! How bold of y-you to latch onto my bosom before my future husband s-shall on my wedding night…”
“If you choose the appropriate one, they’ll be licking up the reminiscents of my mark on you before you even go dress shopping at second-rate seamstresses.” Goro grins against the nub, lightly thrusting his fingers into his lady’s mouth. Her choked gasps are all being sent spiralling down into his pool of desire, aching in his suit pants as he circles his tongue around her teat. “I’ll make sure they can taste how well I’ve treated you, knowing that they could never compare to me at making you absolutely lose yourself. I will ruin you so badly that you’ll think of me in the dead of night after pleasing your husband, choking on my name as you work yourself over to the thoughts of our little games wishing he was half the man I am.”
Each words seems to seep into his lady’s skin as she beautifully moans around his fingers, her own fingers dangerously dipping down to his strained attire as his large sex is protruding out of the material. He instinctively growls in his throat as her daring fingers dance across the bulge, her fingertips barely grazing over buttons of his fall front. They haven’t much time left before the party will disperse, their respective handlers are sure to go look for where the two of them ran off to as usual whenever these events get so boring.
“Please, I’m a-all yours, Your Grace,” Ren whimpers once Goro retracts his fingers, finally unbuttoning the pesky flap and freeing her prize from it’s confines. The duke grunts under his breath as she grasps at his sizable length, her hand warming it up from the cold air outside. “Let m-me serve you, Your Grace. As your humble s-servant after all.”
The duke gives a slight nod before he marvelously watches her lower herself down, her dress flaring out like a blooming flower in the upcoming springtime. A fine, upstanding lady whose bark is worse than her bite is currently kneeling on the floor of some random gentlemen’s garden estate, willingly soiling her purity over and over again for the sake of her duke’s wishes. It makes his cock twitch under her hands, a small bead of his liquid dribbling down and hitting the priceless silk of her dress.
“Well, go on and show me your loyalty, my Lady.”
Her eagerness never fails to absolutely take his breath away, holding back the urge to sink his hands into her prim and proper hair as she sucks on the tip of his cock. Her tongue is so soft as it slides across to sample his seed, moaning softly at the taste before she continues her travels south. Her eyes flutter close as she carefully loosens her jaw, her throat being filled gradually as she swallows inch by inch of Goro’s cock.
“Goodness, y-you’re so impossible tight, My Lady…” Goro chuckles breathlessly as he brushes the side curls off her cheek, circling the apples of her cheek with the pad of his thumb with a sense of fondness. She nuzzles into the palm of his hand, bobbing her head up and down at a leisurely pace while she brings up a hand to keep him on her. “A perfect fit for a duke, a shame that I’m not looking for courtship…”
Ren only hums in response, her grip on his hand tightening as she really starts to move, Her lipstick leaves remnants of her pace all across the base, her own mouth smudged with a mixture of her rouge and Goro’s own precum. She definitely needs to straighten herself up afterwards but for now, Goro only gently grasps at both of her cheeks, letting her do all the work while he leans back into the hedged wall.
Her actions quicken as the party’s noise also starts to simmer down, the night waning as the prospect of the sunrise looms over them. Lady Amamiya’s lipstick gets increasingly more distressed as she commences to swallow and suck down as quickly and efficiently as possible. Her tongue is tracing across the flesh like an ink feather to paper, mapping out her name in calligraphy over and over again until it’s known for sure that she owns this cock.
“O-oh shit- Lady A-Amamiya-” Goro pants as he feels the upcoming release, unintentionally bucking into her mouth as he holds her face in place. Her throat convulses from the sudden movement before it goes slack in his hold, her muffled moans and gasps pulsating around his cock wonderfully. “You’re divine, s-so extremely precious. If things were different, I w-would-!”
Happily take you as my bride.
Ren desperately whines as Goro shoves her roughly against his crotch, buried deep inside of her warm cavern as he spills his seed straight down her throat. The duke shudders violently until he’s completely spent, gently removing her face with remorse from his rather cruel actions. How unlike him to just take her like an animal if only for a moment, an apology already laying bare across his tongue.
Yet, he’s met with the most beautiful smile from his Lady. Her lipstick completely smudged, her hair lightly tousled whilst her upper garments pool around her stomach. The duke can only sigh fondly as she giggles from how hastily he was this time, wondering for the occasion as he only shoots her off by helping her redress. He quickly tells her to go to the bathroom before they give their parting remarks to the hosts, the lady only waving him off as she re-enters the building estate.
Lady Amamiya waves Goro a fond farewell after formally kissing the back of her hand, watching the Duke of Veritas re-enter his carriage and ride off to the Nijima estate. Master Sojiro of the Sakura estate only chuckles at the sight, letting the lady turn in for the night with a soft informal pat on her head. She grumbles in mock disdain as she shuts the door of her room with a light thud, lighting up a few candles in her room for light as she starts to unwind for the night.
First, she removes her accessories, smiling at the shining rubies that Goro himself had picked out for her. Reminiscing on how suave he appeared when he first gifted her these, simply telling her to close her eyes and opening them to her new treasures adorning her. Ren gingerly places them back in her jewellery box before she starts to peel off the rest of her facade.
The dress is taken great care of as they place it in her closet with the rest, the weight finally lifting off their shoulders as the corset pops right open from being untangled. There’s little to known fanfare as it fully drops onto the floor, going back to the large vanity mirror to wipe off the makeup finally from their face.
When the towel is lifted away, Ren Amamiya is staring right back at himself again. The same country boy who left his town to pursue a fulfilling lifestyle doing whatever he wanted. Before, Ren didn’t feel any ounce of guilt for deceiving so many young suitors with his act, this is truely how he wished to dress on most occasions and is just satisfying his own desires. If his future husband has a problem with either side, it’s only on their conscience for never asking him in the first place for any clarification on his true self. He isn’t the first to pull such an act and he is certainly not going to be the last.
With the Duke of Veritas, Ren cannot ever figure out why it hurts. Laying down in his soft and warm bed, the finest silk caressing his skin courtesy of the said-duke, he goes over their encounter that night. His own sex is painfully hard between his legs since the moment the duke came into his throat, the taste slowly disappearing much to his dismay.
“I’ll make sure they can taste how well I’ve treated you...”
He swallows at the implication, darting his fingers down dangerously to wrap around his leaking cock. Surely, as long as the duke will never know, it is fine to indulge in such fantasies. He shuts his eyes tight as he visualises Goro towering over him, his own large hands touching him instead of himself. He’s already so close at the thought of his tousled brown locks intermixing with his own onyx hair, nose brushing against his in another promise of a kiss.
“... Knowing that they could never compare to me at making you absolutely lose yourself.”
How would Goro make him lose himself? Ren dares to dream of a time where Goro can finally lay him to bed, the tip of his sex rubbing against his tight, untouched hole. The feeling of being split apart by that royal cock is sending shivers up his spine, imagining how full he would feel taking it all in is already shooting him into outright euphoria.
The duke’s large hands wrapping across his small waist to bring him down onto his hard thrusts, the bare brush of his lips across the exposed plane of his collarbone. Whispering more heated promises between each sharp intake of air, Ren is absolutely vulnerable underneath Goro as he finally sinks his teeth down onto his bare skin to claim him.
Ren presses his fingers into the marks the duke left behind previously, out of view if his ‘Lady’ covered each dark hickey up competently. The scandalousness of it all of Goro, the only Duke of Veritas, debasing himself in the simple pleasures of humanity by plucking the most beautiful flower of the season’s bunch and plucking every part of her under his fingertips.
“... Show me your loyalty, my Lady.”
Pathetically, Ren comes into his own hand and soiling his fresh sheets with his sweet nectar, panting into his other hand as he comes down from his absolute high. Goro’s mere words are enough to set him off, leaving the poor country boy to tiredly stare at the ceiling of his room. The night sky is already leaving as the early morning peeks through the horizons just barely, the next day filled with nothing but preparations for the day ahead.
The last night was most wondrous, their ruse seems to be extremely believable in every extent. Even Ren himself could buy into the duke’s lies of courtship, counting down the days on his fingers until their deal is finally over. Then he shall embark on picking from several suitors who have sent him their own gifts, willing to sweep the Lady of the Season away from the Duke for a power trip.
Ren Amamiya turns to his side, curling into the empty space next to him and indulges in risky dreams of a family. A family comprised of him and a man with the most charming ruby red eyes.