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Delphinia looked at her reflection in the mirror, biting her lip slightly to hold back an excited grin. It was her first ball, her first proper ball in a pretty dress where there would be socializing and dancing and merriment. She was trying her hardest not to burst with excitement. Her dress was blue and thus complimented her hair better than, say a dress of the color pink. Her hair had a tendency to make certain colors and shades look odd being that it was rather vivid. Dressing in green sometimes made her feel like she was a Christmas tree though she very much liked the color.
Wearing the diamonds she had been given on her birthday, she finally went downstairs into the entrance hall before proceeding to get into the carriage to be taken to the ball. With the lessons Lucian had arranged for her, Elphy had certainly improved. She was certain her speech was improved though she had to concentrate very hard to keep it up for any amount of time; if she forgot or felt particularly emotional, she tended to slip back to it's full monstrosity of missing consonants and dropped h's.
She would have to speak slowly and deliberately for now if she wanted to sound half-respectable, a fact she found very frustrating. Elphy had come to the conclusion she would much rather speak Italian than English of late, the former now seeming far easier than her mother-tongue. Exiting the carriage with caution so as not to trip or stumble and bring unwanted negative attention, she tried her hardest to remember all she had been taught so far so as not to embarrass either her or Lucian. She had been a wife for nearly two whole months and she was enjoying the lifestyle - though Ophie persisted to be a pain in her side. There was also the matter of children that she pushed to the back of her mind as often as she could; she wasn't averse to children or the idea of them but she wanted to enjoy herself a little longer without having to deal with it all. She had seen first hand with her mother what sort of side-effects accompanied it and she wasn't so enthusiastic about that part.
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Assisting his wife into the carriage, Lucian shadowed Elphy's movement and settled himself next to her with a smile that seemed only half sincere. This was to be Elphy's first large social event as Lucian's wife and far from stupid, the wizard understood quite well what it meant for the Allaird household in general. Should she falter or embarrass him, he would have to work a little to repair potential damage she may have inflicted - a thought that Lucian did not enjoy at all.
Still, Lucian had seen the little improvements of his wife's confidence, both physically and mentally. Taken note of how she had begun walking with her chin level and eyes up, instead of down like she had done back when she was a servant girl. Her words, although still slightly rough around the edges, were smoother than previous and she had excelled the rate of improvement that even Madame LaRoche had expected of her.
Thus he supposed that overall, his wife was likely as ready as she ever would be and had returned the invitation marking off the attendance of two, instead of his (somewhat) usual one. "You look quite ravishing." He purred softly, tilting her face down into the side of her hair as he gently nipped the dangle of her sea shell ear lobe. She had, as well, also improved greatly in the bedroom as well. Much more fluid and natural, she was becoming comfortable in her own skin which made things much more easy. Of course there were still things for her to learn and things she had yet to even try - like putting that mouth of hers to use as he desired to use it....but that would come with time and he always had Ophelia to settle those more taboo urges if Delphinia didn't.
Feeling the carriage tug to a stop, Lucian only half realized then that his hand had been subconsciously working its way up under her dress and along her thigh. Not that he cared or would seem abash by the provocative movement, she was his wife after all - it simply surprised him that he still desired her so immensely that even just thinking about her in bed was enough to get him going. Worse, he found himself favoring her presence still...it honestly made him wonder if he actually had feelings for the witch or if perhaps, maybe she'd drugged him with something...
"Here we are darling." He said as he helped her down out of the carriage, taking her one hand as they turned and tucked it neatly into the crook of his elbow. Politely walking her to the front door, stamping out the urges to immediately find a quiet corner somewhere in the house and get under her skirts for a short stint to settle his libido.
Nodding to the servants who greeted and held the doors open for them, Lucian's smooth touch assisted Delphinia out of her winter coat and handed it off to the coat boy. Pulling free from his own overcoat, Lucian brushed himself off and cleaned his shoes on the floor mat beneath their feet. "...Now, do remember, La mia bella donna," Lucian spoke low, leaning in close as they walked slowly to the ball room door. "...what Madame LaRoche has taught you so far...You're Mrs.Allaird now and I expect you to live to the standard of the name as my wife, do you understand?"
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She could feel a certain tug of excitement mixed with anxiety as the entrance loomed ever nearer. This was it; this was everything she had been waiting and wanting for since she could remember. She was finally attending a formal social event at which she had just as much right to be there as any wealthy woman there.
And yet, it did not seem to matter so much to her now as it had a year ago. A year ago she would quite literally have killed to get where she was now but she had learned far more in the past year out of Hogwarts than she had in the entire seven years. Well, non-academically speaking at least. It was something she had yet to fully comprehend; the dramatic change in direction her desires and aspirations had taken, the extent of just how much more there was to being a 'proper lady' than she had first thought.
Shedding the warmth of her outer-layer in the form of a coat, she shivered ever so slightly before Lucian led her towards the ballroom. She gave a slight nod of agreement at his words; she had no intention of letting him down if she could help it. The last thing she wanted to do was show herself up as a common slum girl. She wasn't one anymore and she didn't want to be. "I shall not disappoint you," she murmured, sounding out each word with great determination and concentration.
Delphinia looked up at him as if for reassurance that she indeed wouldn't make a fool of herself and thus embarrass him too. Not for the first time of late, she felt the urge to pretend she knew no English at all - to pretend she was utterly foreign but she had a feeling there would be some people she knew from Hogwarts in attendance who would, to say the least, see through such a guise. Not to mention, she had never actually been to Italy and were anyone there to try and strike up a conversation in Italian she would be at a complete loss for words, English, Italian or otherwise.
She tightened her hold on his arm as the ballroom grew closer and her nerves came into play. She had never been one to be overly nervous about anything and was sure she had been more nervous in the past two months than her entire life. Well, perhaps not quite - finding and meeting her father had been terrifying in itself.
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"Mmmm I'm sure you won't my dear." The wizard spoke softly toward his wife, tilting his chin down just enough so that he could speak the words sweetly in her ear. A charming little whisper that to any onlooker would have seemed an affectionate display between two lovers. Of course, it hadn't exactly been an endearing confession of love but the way he whispered had been quite arousing and how he followed it up with a kiss to her hand simply cemented the little routine of happy newly weds quite nicely.
"Now tell me my dearest, how far exactly has Madame LaRoche taught you in the ways of dance? Are you proficient enough to treat your husband to a trip across the ballroom floor? That dress is, after all, meant for dancing with the way it so elegantly moves about your legs."
Tipping his head politely to a work associate as they passed, Lucian mumbled a quiet happy holidays and new years eve - The wizard was already leading Elphy to the fance floor whether she was ready or not. He hadn't spent Merlin knew how much money investing in his wife to have her hang sheepishly off the wall. Oh no, she would be dazzling tonight in the midst of it all and he, well, to be quite frank had every intention of simply getting licked with the plethora of alcohol beverages available.
Letting Elphy's arm slide out from being hooked into his elbow, Lucian let his fingers slide along it's length until she felt his fingers touch his and gracefully spun her back in to the broad berth of his chest. His hand sliding down to the small of her back as his other clasped her fingers and set them up into their beginning dance positions. "Shall we, my divine little wife?"
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She smiled demurely as his words brushed against her ear, the kiss to her hand widening her smile. She felt somewhat inclined to show him some affection in return but was quite sure she had been told something about public displays of affection and having just assured him she wouldn't do anything to humiliate him (not that it had been phrased so plainly), if she was going to break that word well she didn't want to be so soon.
"I can cer'ainly-" she cut herself off and frowned to herself in mild frustration. "I can certainly try to," she replied in a murmur, exaggerating her correction to prove she was making an effort. Despite the slight nervousness she felt at the prospect of very possibly messing up a step and looking completely incompetent and showing herself up, there was a far stronger desire to show-off and impress him with her improvements. She would be a proper lady, she was determined to make it so.
Happily conforming to take stance to begin the dance, she near shivered as his hand sought out her lower back. She turned her head to the side look at him, giving him an unguardedly amorous look before remembering where she was and diverting her eyes. Elphy dared to return her gaze to him as he spoke, the intensity of her look unchanged. "With pleasure."
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So used to his wife acting one way and her very, luscious and lewd sister acting the other - Lucian was slightly taken aback by the looks his wife was giving. Delphinia had been far from shy about their sexual life after that first night and had honestly improved naturally each and every time he'd had her since but this? The boldness of the gaze was quite appealing. Had his little, 'sweet' wife found a streak of seduction inside her after all? It wasn't impossible but still, with the 'Lady' lessons she'd been getting he somehow doubted Delphinia would be capable of such sultry, loosely moral things...
"Is that right?" The Wizards single eyebrow lifted curiously, completely enraptured by the intent in her eyes for a moment before she looked away and he too shifted his focus elsewhere. 'With pleasure', she'd said and her expression had made him wonder just exactly how far that idealism went.
Leading the dance, Lucian kept his form as rigid as was necessary for accurate posture and forced himself not to let his hand creep lower down to the fine, arches of her rear as they swept elegantly across the floor. Raised by his mother mostly, Lucian had known how to dance before he could justifiably walk. His mother had been a socialite and known for her parties, so she had naturally seen to his tutelage in dance as well as many other things she thought he might need to know from a social standpoint.
"I know I said this earlier," Lucian whispered, keeping his eyes cast away from hers as the continued to move rather fluidly and his movements became more blind instinct than any sort of obvious effort. "But you truly looking ravishing this evening, Delphinia." His earnest tone passed between them and for a moment Lucian tucked his chin in against her temple to hold her close to his chest. Completely struck with awe at the thought that he really meant it. She did look ravishing and he was honestly quite proud to have her as a wife....but just what exactly did that mean?
"...There was something else, I wanted to speak to you about." Lucian interrupted the moment, abruptly changing the subject as the turned in circles and he spun her out or dipped her down with great ease and confidence every now and again. "...with the new year coming and our marriage consummated....I thought it might be time for us to have a child." Forcing the words out softly, Lucian knew it was a topic that would have to come up at some point and at least for a fall back if things went sour he could always just bugger off and get drunk here for awhile.
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For all that she wanted to be a lady, she would probably never completely get rid of the aspects of her personality that her upbringing had given her, aspects that were not particularly classy or normal for an upper class woman born and bred as such. She might have tried to minimize them and still be trying to now but she would probably never fully succeed. She did not confirm anything verbally, though the far corner of her mouth twitched upwards which perhaps gave more away than had she said anything.
Since marrying Lucian, she had undeniably changed though one thing she was beginning to realize she had greatly underestimated, was lust. One the occasions when she had almost gone too far with him before marriage, she had thought she had known it completely but she had very quickly come to the conclusion that she had barely even brushed the surface of the emotion. If an emotion it could be called. She was being taught to avoid social faux pas and how to act but meanwhile she was simultaneously being corrupted by hedonism.
Delphinia was thankful that it was the man who lead most dances for she was quite sure she would have made a monumental mistake. As it was, she was just about keeping up and though she knew very little in the way of decent dancing, she could tell that Lucian was above the average which was saying something, considering the only dancing she had really had any experience of was the drunken kind. It seemed she had married someone who could dance well vertically and horizontally.
Delphinia listened as he spoke, her attention split between that and making sure she followed through with the steps properly. Although she was glancing down at her feet from under eyelashes, a slight blush and a more obvious smile spread over her features as his compliment fell gracefully upon her ears. At the closer proximity, Elphy did not truly premeditate the action, rather acted on impulse at which she brushed her lips against his neck and gave him the most delicate of kisses. And then she was left wondering why she allowed herself to do so in public as the dance changed direction.
Her confusion at her own actions, however, was cast aside as he announced he had something he wanted to speak of. She thought it sounded rather ominous and hoped there wasn't something she had neglected to do. Her eyes widened in surprise at the mention of children, or 'child' to be exact. She knew enough from watching her mother repeat the process several times, where and how they were created. Or so she thought. How did one actively decide to have a child? From her experience they were the result of accident... Or at least she was, anyway. "What would tha' involve?" she asked, perplexed and also slipping back into her accent.
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The scandalous brush of her lips along his neck might not have been exactly 'proper' but it had been so vague, so masterfully done that he didn't think anyone had seen. More importantly, neither did he care. Surprised a little by his wife's moves and unexpected actions, Lucian's dark gaze glossed over as her face lingered delicately in the cradle of his throat and he felt the very sudden kick of his libido jumping into top gear.
"...Delphinia Allaird." Lucian playfully sounded shocked, tisking in her ear as if he greatly disapproved of her behavior before gracefully erecting their postures smoothly so they were once again face to face and just as swiftly curved her down in a very deep, dramatic dip. His broad torso dropping with hers as his hand holding up underneath her arched back slithered down inconspicuously and groped at her rear while his eyes traveled the valley of her breasts up to her mouth.
"Such behavior." He smirked, eyes meeting hers with a glimmer as he smoothly eased their bodies upright and in an easy grace had them fluidly back in proper step with the music. "Tell me, is this what Madame LaRoche is teaching you?" The Wizard said with little to no expression, eyes focused elsewhere for a moment before returning to hers with a prowess of hungry passion lingering inside them. "...if it is, I shall certainly have to thank her." He said sounding both quite amused as he was appeased.
"What will it involve?" Lucian's eyebrow perked up, to blissfully lost to his sudden arousal for his wife to notice the slip of her accent falling back into place. It had, after all, been something he had thought attractive....at first. "...Should I have her teach you the basics of human reproduction then, too, Mrs.Allaird?" Playfully, he poked fun as the music came to an end and he bowed to his wife before briefly applauding in direction of the band.
Once the next song started, Lucian saw fit to slip his wife's arm back within the hold of his elbow and escort her around through the crowd casually. His broad body and hard strength keeping her pleasantly close, in such a way that was slightly more possessive than normal.
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Her eyes drifted up to look at his face almost sheepishly as he expressed feigned disapproval. Of course this instantly disappeared the moment the dance took a sudden change and she was instead staring up at him from a rather low angle, from which she would have been inclined to feel more than inappropriately drawn to him but was fortunately distracted by the uncomfortable sensation of her corset digging in which was under no circumstances eased by his hand on her posterior making her squirm slightly.
"You don' 'pprove then?" she asked in a strained whisper, mainly due to the fact she couldn't breathe properly as her corset seemed insistent to remind her she was at a less than upright angle. She could have sighed with relief as normal posture was restored. Delphinia was sure he had not altogether disliked her... small display of affection, she might not have had an education until her eleventh year but she was by no means unintelligent and unable to tell teasing from seriousness. And with that conclusion, she felt inclined to return the gesture.
"Oh I know th' basics," she insisted, the hint of a smile about her lips and a wide-eyed stare reaching out for him. "It's the complexities," she stumbled slightly on the longer word but plowed on anyway, "I'm ignorant of." Elphy wasn't entirely sure where she was going with it but she had to wonder if there was something she didn't know, some vital action that was the difference between children and no children. She couldn't quite accept that it was merely a thing of chance rather than 100% certainty.
Delphinia was considerably relieved to be done with dancing for now - it took far too much concentration than she cared to give it. She was more content to stay at Lucian's side, comfortably close as she now. "I would much prefer hearing 'bout it from you." It sounded a lot worse than she had intended - she had merely not found the idea of that sort of enlightenment being given to her by her teacher, even if it had been said in humor.
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"Oh darling, don't be nonsensical..." He whispered, nuzzling his nose affectionately against the side of her face as he spoke to her. Discreetly giving himself just enough coverage to nip the lobe of her ear with a playful tug. Whatever mood this was she was in, Lucian found it most favorable. Since they'd been married Elphy, while extremely vigorous and learning well the ways of the bedroom, had been very 'lady like' even as he lay between her thighs. It was something he could applaud her for outside but in his bedroom? The last thing Lucian wanted in his bed was a 'proper' lady...
"Complexities?" Lucian repeated, half surprised and half amused by her use of words. "Sweet beloved, La mia bella donna, you've little to concern yourself over but to find yourself with child." He explained, a wry smile on his face, clearly entertained by her 'naivety' this time around. "Mi amore." He said quietly, his eyes clearly drifting from her directly to around them as they walked and little by little, it was likely Elphy would begin to notice the less and less people were around them.
"Unfortunately my little, ravishing beauty - I've never been directly good at teaching with my words." And at this, he smiled to her. Glancing casually back over his shoulder as at long last, no one else was in view around them. His pace slowed a little, eyes still fluttering around before he found what he'd been looking for and, with a rather dance like grace, twirled her out from his elbow and had he pressed with her back against a nearby wall.
"However..." He mumbled, lifting his hand to her cleavage in that wanton little gown of hers and caressed the back of his finger tips lightly along it. "I happen to be quite well versed in teaching in a more, hands on, method." Giving her a wolfish grin, Lucian's hand slid beside her hip and clutched the door hand next to it. Opening it without thinking, he grabbed his wife by the nape of her neck firmly and pulled him into his mouth. Kissing her with a hungy, nearly insatiable passion - his free arm wrapped around her hip, popping her off her toes just enough that he was able to pivot and carry her inside the narrow little storage closet.
On one half of the room there was a wall full of shelves that went from floor to ceiling high. On the other, a small ish table, some smaller crates piled on top of one another and scattered through were a whole bunch of half filled barrels filled with flour, apples or whatever. Lucian however, very clearly didn't care about this as he kept his mouth plastered to hers. His tongue adventuring inside of her mouth slowly with a succulent delight and he shut them away into darkness as the door closed behind them.
In the darkness, Lucian didn't need to see her to know what he was doing and faster than you could say fiddlesticks he had her popped up with her ass perched sitting on the edge of the small table and his hands shoving up her dress skirts to her hips. Impatiently the wizard tugged at the laces that held her gown up and his mouth continue to work itself against her plush, pout lips as though it was the first time he'd ever taste something as sweet as she.
He knew that any proper 'lady' would refuse sexual favors even to their husband in such hideous quarters. Such scandalous rendezvous were things whores and less morally inclined women participated in - which was exactly why he'd chosen it. Wanting to test her suddenly lewd little suggestions, Lucian tugged her by the wrist down between his legs where he'd already managed to undo his pants and curled his fingers around the sudden length of his very hard and aching desire. Would she go 'proper' on him and refuse? Suggest to take him home instead of letting him take her body and ravage her right there and then? Lucian could hardly wait to see for himself whether his wife really did have a little bit of 'whore' in her after all...
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Delphinia's cheeks grew warm with mild embarrassment as it was made apparent to her that she had been mistaken, and thus she had successfully made herself look rather ignorant. "Oh..." If that was all it was then she could easily tell; she had witnessed her mother experience it multiple times, had heard her complain of the symptoms and she could not admit to suffering from any. At least not yet, anyhow.
The lessening of the crowd of people slowly became obvious to the redhead, who glanced over her shoulder in a perplexed sort of way. He seemed to know where he was going but it was not to seek out an acquaintance or for refreshments - at least she didn't think there were refreshments the direction he was leading her in. She was on the verge of asking where exactly he was taking her but as he spoke, she caught on and before she could object or encourage; he had her at pinned. Her first thoughts were that he intended to follow through with whatever his intentions were, right there.
The wonderful thing about being married, she found out then, was that she only cared about reputation as much as he did. Before marriage, she had to look out for her own interests, to keep her virtue and keep together and semblance of a reputation that she could. Now, she honestly didn't care because she didn't have to. Of course it was helped by the fact that she was feeling particularly desirous of him that evening. Either that or she had finally reached the stage where she felt confident enough to be less submissive and more forward. She was through with being the student; she knew enough to take the test.
Almost caught off guard by the suddenness and intensity of the kiss, she didn't hesitate to make up for her briefest of hesitations by kissing back lustfully, she had after all been wanting to kiss him a short while ago. Nothing had changed but the location. Though she perhaps wouldn't like to admit it aloud, she felt the thrill of exhilaration as she saw the door was open and she perceived what she thought was to follow. It was wrong and against everything she was being taught but, she reasoned, she would only be doing her duty as an obedient wife... That was what she told herself though the truth being that she was as eager as he did not sound quite as proper. Not that what was going to go on behind the door was going to be anything close to 'proper'. Then teach me, she thought almost impatiently.
She had no idea what room he had just placed her in and nor did she care. It was a small room, if a room it could be called, whatever it was. Perched upon what appeared to be a small table in darkness, she shivered slightly as she could feel him gradually taking steps to undress her. If only he would make haste and relieve her of the corset which was making inhalation and exhalation more of a chore than it needed to be. What she hadn't been suspecting was the change in direction, her hand suddenly wrapped around him. She deliberated for a brief spell before giving in to the desire that had been simmering under the surface during the evening.
Taking her initiative for once in such a situation, she mimicked what he had taught her, going so far as to use her free hand to grab the bottom button of his shirt where she fumbled briefly before succeeding in unbuttoning it. She proceeded rather clumsily in doing this, her sole concentration focused on pleasing him.
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Lucian wasn't entirely sure what was most arousing. The fact that her silky fingers were now wrapped around him or the fact that she hadn't argued and seemed to be taking initiative. Was she really up for surrendering to lust in the dimly lit, pantry closet? Or was she just teasing him bit by little bit. Not actually intending on giving him what he wanted until they got home. Merlin save her, but Lucian was no longer willing to give her the choice as her hand started to pump and his loins started to ache.
"Mmmm Delphinia." He whispered, his tone dipping into a husky state as he leaned into her hand and placed his own by either side of her legs on top of the table. Eagerly his mouth traveled the length of her upper body. From the round rise of her bosom, the valley of her cleavage to the sides of her throat. Lucian lapped at his wife's flesh like a kitten taking to cream, all the while instinctively beginning to grind his hips into the grip of her hand.
Impatiently, he began to draw the strings of her gown loose. Half wanting to tear it to shreds, Lucian knew in such a public place it wasn't likely a good idea to walk out of the closet with his wife in not but her undergarments. Bucking himself into the tight hold of her hand as she continued to milk him out, Lucian skillfully had the laces undone and the top of her dress down settled at her waist. Eager fingers already groping at her breasts with knowing skill. He'd learned by now exactly how she liked to be touched and where. Whether she preferred her nipples flicked, licked or pinched best. He knew his wife inside and out and now it was time, he figured, for him to learn a little more about him...
Sliding his hands under her ass, Lucian spared a moment to grind himself thoroughly between her legs and kiss at her mouth savagely before he popped her off the table and set her on her feet. One rough hand digging into her neatly clipped up hair to tussle it thorough as he dragged her to his mouth and sinfully bit at her lower lip with a teasing growl.
"Delphinia..." He purred, sliding a hand up her breast as he continued to kiss at her mouth. Guiding his fingertips up to her lips, Lucian dragged his thumb pad over her mouth and slipped it's tip just in between top and bottom lip. Partially forcing her to supple on it's end, Lucian tugged at her hair without restriction so her head was forced back and her face was forced up to the ceiling. "...Step out of your dress." He ordered, and that was very much what it was. An order. Then added with a touch of sexual deviance to his tone, "And get on your knees. It's time you learned one more service a wife is expected to preform."
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Delphinia had no intention to tease him; she perhaps might have done had she not felt so inclined to indulge in her more sinful urges and desires particularly so that evening. As her confidence steadily grew in the bedroom department, it seemed so did her appetite for it and for whatever reason, she was particularly hungry for it then. "Ti voglio," she more or less purred in response.
She shivered subtly with delight as he relieved her upper body of her dress and once again more noticeably as he busied his hands with her. As much as she had so far enjoyed being putty in his hands, she had of late been steadily growing more and more eager to retaliate, to put across her own lustful display of affection for him. Ultimately she had now reached the point where she was more than willing to do so.
Despite having a sort of own agenda of sorts, she was distracted from it when her feet met the floor, not wholly certain why he wanted her on her feet. However, she was far from complaining as she kissed him back with equal fervor, the only thing stopping her from wrapping a leg around him being the fact her dress still hung at her hips. Without consciously deciding to, she slid her feet from her shoes, allowing her stocking covered feet to grace the cool floor.
She no longer minded having her hair pulled on, at least, not too much anyway. It still hurt but it was much easier to see past the pain now. At his command she wriggled free of the gown, allowing it to fall to the floor around her ankles before she nudged it to one side with her foot, wondering what his intentions were and fighting between impatience and anticipation at the same time. Her brow knit together for a brief spell as he requested- no, told her to lower herself to her knees. She almost protested, feeling she rather preferred remaining upright but she obeyed all the same. She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes looking up towards his with a certain want in them.
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Eying her suspiciously, Lucian raked his eyes down her exposed breasts as she did as he said and lowered to her knees. It -was- a divine sight, really. The cleavage of her bosom heaving with nervous excitement. The arousal in her eyes that burned, likely, as hot as the cunt between her thighs. She was hot for him, burning up and melting like a lit candle and his cock ached for the thought of her want.
Tracing a thumb over her lips, Lucian slowly spread her mouth with the thickest of his fingers encouraging her to simply submit to his teachings. If she really wanted to be a dirty little thing and wife to him, well then Lucian would see fit to teaching her just how dirty a wife he would let her be.
Using his free hand to further loosen his pants and open the front flap of his dress pants, the wizard pulled the thick, throbbing length of him out before her eyes and watched her every reaction as he began to stroke himself slowly before her. His thumb beginning to work slowly inside of her mouth as a guide.
"...It's time you tasted your husband, Delphinia." He spoke deeply, looking down onto her with dark, broodingly eyes as the pad of his thumb stroked the inside of her mouth and pet the top of her tongue. "You've kissed my lips and felt my cock but it's time you put your mouth to use in a different manner." He instructed slowly, continuing to stroke himself slow and firm as she observed from her knees.
Hooking his thumb into the back of her lower teeth, Lucian pulled her close to his length and groaned quietly at the feel of her breath on his balls. "...you use your tongue....like licking candy." He explained, again moving to stroke her tongue with his thumb, at the same time pressing his knuckles upward to the top rail of her teeth to force her mouth wider open. "....your fingers, like feathers....and your teeth with great restraint." He emphasized this last point, not wanting her to think it was okay to just up and bite him or any such thing.
"You may began using your hand at the base, here," He instructed, reaching down momentarily to clasp her fingers around the very base of his shaft as he studied her closely. "...eventually, I'll not be so kind to let you use them and expect you to take the full length of me into your throat, you understand?" Lucian questioned, not really concerned for her answer. "...now, relax your jaw and your throat, less you desire to gag my dear." Lucian smirked, yanking her up by a grip at the top of her hair to sit erect on her knees and rubbed the tip of his cock along her closed lips without warning.
Once she was settled on her knees, Lucian found her mouth again and pushed his thumb in between her lips, tugging down into the base of her mouth behind her teeth to open those pout petals of her and began - without further warning or instruction - to slide the length of him inside her mouth. Bastard that he was, he couldn't help but thrust in abruptly to the back of her throat. Forcing her to feel the kick of it, her reflex likely closing over to gag as she'd not even yet taken half of him in between her lips.
"Relax your throat." He half instructed and half growled. Again finding his hand into the nest of her hair to force her head backward a little, opening her throat a little wider so that he pulled out and sunk in, if only a little bit, deeper than the first time. "Remember," This time he was clearly demanding, "Until you can swallow it whole, use your fingers ...and for merlin sake...use your tongue and tighten your lips, woman. It's not going to suck itself!"
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Maybe I like it this way
And it clicked. As ignorant as Elphy was - or had been - of certain more intimate aspects of life, she hadn't escaped life in the slums without knowing of some of the other ways people gained satisfaction. Her father might have adequately shielded her from the rougher, more coarse part of slum life but she had still had a good nine months or so without his guidance in the slums whereupon she had picked up on some of the more crude aspects of life. There had been the odd occasion when she had taken a wrong turning down an alley way and found herself staring in disgust at a couple posed in similar positions to the one she found herself in. But obviously there was a difference between seeing it briefly and actually doing it.
As she watched him affirm her guess, she felt her own share of lust start to corrupt with uncertainty. It had come to be something she associated with the dregs of society, with those who she had once been destined to live amongst, those whom she would rather not be associated with again. But then she wanted to please him and if that was what he wanted...
Despite her desire for a slightly different sort of intimacy, a less crude sort which involved her mouth engaged in higher up places, she made no objections to his directing her by staying still and letting him instruct and direct her. She hadn't expected him to be quite so commandeering and was relatively resistant at least mentally to the idea of what he was requesting- or rather telling her to do. So naturally at his sudden movement the urge to choke and withdraw away to avoid retching was overpowering, the very edges of her eyes watering and the effort she exerted not to to do anything more gag once or twice. It certainly wasn't pleasant for her at that moment but clearly she wasn't doing it right for he more or less chastised her for it.
She quailed slightly at first under what she perceived to be temper or anger of some sort before something inside her whether temper, patience, lust or a mixture of humiliation and such snapped rather suddenly. If she was truly going to doing what he wished of her, by god she would do it well and prove she wasn't a complete naive idiot. Though really she would still be feeling around in the dark blindly having never had any experience. With a half rueful, half mischievous glance up at him, she disregarded the instruction he had given for her hands and stubbornly went the whole way, nearly provoking her reflex again but managing to hold off.
Needing something to occupy her now free hands, she seized the back of his legs, caressing them a little on the rough side in part to distract her mind from what she was currently doing with her mouth. Which was hopefully what he had intended and more for in her ignorance and willful determination she was being fairly experimental. It didn't take at all long before she caught herself monitoring his every reaction to determine what movements to repeat and what to avoid.
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