CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: THE DEFIANT BARONESS PART 3.

The warm water of the shower washes away bits of the dirt on the bodies of the two youngsters.

Their snogging is intense. Slowing Otzzana is fast to learn, wanting to regain some control.

Her naivety is placated with N’Ïrk’s playful tongue flickering the damsel’s uvula, she jerks, trying to end the kiss at the sudden surge of blissful discomfort.

The attempt is futile. She can’t scape from N’Ïrk’s tight grip, and her affront is rapidly punished with a hard slap that weakened Otzzana’s knees, leaving her at the young man’s mercy.

Knowing she can’t fail after reaching this point, the Baroness tentatively touches the man’s abs over the damped shirt, her fingers daring enough to hint her willingness for a more intimate contact.

Prone to destroy clothes, N’Ïrk rips his outfit with an intense fluctuation of Empiric Energy coursing through his Emeneld, causing small sharp ripples that cut into straps the attire’s fabric, falling to the shower’s floor.

Effectively naked, and without the need to hinder the make out session, N’Ïrk boldly takes a hold of Otzzana’s buttocks, roughly massaging the supple flesh of the yielding Baroness.

The confident and decisive kneading of the young man is captivating, luring Otzzana into a trap that she dare to walk into on her own.

She wants to be more active, taking the initiative, not liking the idea of being reduced to a mere tool for N’Ïrk’s sexual gratification.

But there is an inconvenient. She has little experience with intimacy.

Otzzana’s lips had been tasted only by three people including N’Ïrk. Mayrzzya, when the two were still friends, and the Man who deceive both ladies, being the responsible for the broken bond of friendship the Baroness once had with the youngest descendant of the Ma’ájesh Family.

The glint of sadness in Otzzana’s blue eyes reverberates strongly with her aura, nostalgia fueling her passion and rage with the fleeting flashes of hurtful memories.

Otzzana eagerly lets herself be carried away by the exalted state of excitement that is partially forced in her.

Her competitive attitude takes a blow, wanting and needing to counter back. This is a remarkable and present quality in the damsel’s behavior. Who is willing to instigate in N’Ïrk, the same reactions that she is perceiving due to his libidinous touch.

Otzzana’s soft dainty hand reaches for the man’s groin, having a good squeeze of the deflated virility.

‡{He is not hard!}‡. Her ego takes another hit. She is nude, vulnerable and groped like a tavern wench. Still, the whole situation hasn’t provoke any arousal on N’Ïrk, when she is dripping wet.

Yet, her pride becomes secondary, as Otzzana realizes that the manhood she has in her hand, is bigger and hotter of what she felt during the first and only handjob she performed. ‡{I leaned to show a bit of cleavage, then i did six strokes, and «He» was done. What more can i do?. I am already naked!}‡.

"Don’t let your hand stay still Baroness. You have to apply a bit of pressure, make your hold tighter and firmer at the base of my shaft, and tug a little with a slight twist".

‡{I can’t believe this!. N’Ïrk is going to taught me about everything he knows?!. Is due to my lack of specifications during my petition?. Or is he always like this?}‡.

The Baroness’s allure turns suggestive and compliant, accepting the guidance and tips mentioned by N’Ïrk.

"Not bad Otzzana. You could be a first-class courtesan instead of a Baroness. Jokes aside, this hands of your’s are too good to let others enjoy the gentle smoothness of your touch, start wearing gloves from now on".

"Possessive Ass-hole". Mutters Otzzana, repenting immediately after N’Ïrk’s daring reply. "You want me to possess your Asshole?. Petition granted Baroness".

With his hands already on Otzzana’s buttocks, it is easy for N’Ïrk to reach the outer rim of the puckered little back entrance, burying unannounced his middle finger, delving deep into the clenching sphincter.

Rolling her eyes in ecstasy, Otzzana tries to muffl her pained orgasmic moan, refusing to believe how delicious it feels to have her anus violated by the Mercenary’s finger, foolishly picturing how pleasurable it would be, to harshly be penetrated by something longer and thicker, like the virility of the man she is tugging with heightened impetus.

"Don’t rush Baroness". Teases N’Ïrk, twisting his finger like a screwdriver, assaulting the damsel’s rear with viscous strokes.

Another climax strikes Otzzana, numbing her senses as she loses the strength in her legs.

But the ground is not her destination, N’Ïrk’s fingers continues inside the lady’s rectum.

Hooked, physically and figuratively, the prim Baroness does something unthinkable. She begs. "N’Ïrk... , Please... , Train me more".

The sultry whisper is designed to catch the Mercenary’s attention and stir his already wild imagination.

With difficulty, she wiggles her hips, but the stimulation is too little to satiate Otzzana’s recently discovered lustfulness.

Amused, N’Ïrk pulls his finger out of the weakened Baroness’s asshole, making the latter fall on her knees, like a threadless puppet.

She turns her sight upwards, confusion and incomprehension filling her mind. But is a short lived sensation. The erect manhood rises tall and proud, imitating a mast to lift a flag.

Widen eyes, ragged respiration, along curious traces of fear, subdue the Baroness’s thoughts and actions. Staring intently at the grotesque pole of flesh before her, sturdier than her own forearm, and gulping a mouthful of saliva in trepidation.

That kind of reaction is something that never goes old for N’Ïrk. Putting a playful smirk, as his gaze is met by Otzzana’s.

The young man is enjoying the obvious effect he has on her. "You are contracting me for my skills as an Instructor Baroness. If you want a more intimate Lesson. Is obvious that you have to pay extra".

His left hand reaches Otzzana’s dreadlocks, sinking his fingers in the dark hair, as his right holds the base of his dick, smacking with it the immaculated face of the Baroness.

She is taken aback, but the young man’s grip grows firmer and demanding, keeping her in place as the slaps become smearing rubs, staining with precum the female’s nostrils...