It Became a Serious Thing Chapter 4

Very Much 4…Really can’t resist. (NSFWhere your work colleagues can read over your shoulder. Unless they are cool)

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or now, she had to calm Lionel down and send him off.

While her mind was racing over what to say, Lionel spoke first,

‘Keep it safe for me. I want you to have it while I am away. You can return it to me when I get back.’

‘In that case, alright.’

Colette did not have the courage to refuse someone going to war. She was not hard hearted enough to refuse his trust. It seemed Lionel was relieved when she accepted for he gave a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was important to him that Colette took it.

‘I pray that Lionel-sama returns safely, and that you don’t encounter anything dangerous.’

‘Oh Colette…I cannot predict how things will change from now. I want something to remember while I am away from you.’

This…she had a sense of foreboding.  Other than her virginity, what else would he want? (Zuben: Why is that the first thing you think of Colette? Do you want to give it to him?) There were handkerchiefs from her family, would that do? But she’d given it to Margo. So what would be good? She went to her gift box of ribbons and handkerchiefs, and plucked out a bright pink ribbon. She tied the ribbon around a lock of her honey blonde hair, and cut it with a pair of scissors.

She handed him the lock of hair,

‘I don’t know if this would suffice…’

‘Thank you Colette,’ though he said it in his usual quiet tone, but to Colette he sounded like he felt thrilled by her little gift. If he was happy, she was satisfied. He pulled her to him and her head was against his chest.  She did not want him to die. She thought about the distance, and various possibilities and scenarios. She did not hate him but, Lionel’s desire for her was...overwhelming.

‘Lionel-sama, please come back safely. I will be waiting for you.’

‘We will be leaving at dawn to escape notice. Let me taste you before I have to go.’

Before she could protest he quickly claimed her lips with a fierce kiss.

She knew what they were doing was bad, but Colette did not have the will to stop him.

While kissing her, he took off Colette’s nightclothes, and carried her into bed. He kissed down her body; her neck, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, soft rounded stomach, and then settled between her legs.

He parted the folds of her l.a.b.i.a with his finger, and licked her exposed love hole up and down, sucking her sensitive c.l.i.toris and licking her juices like it was honey.

Colette was nude, but he was fully clothed between her obscenely parted legs licking her secret place.

‘Ha ha ha…hmm…hmm’ Colette could hear herself begin to moan loudly and tried to stop her moans from being loud.

‘The voice of Colette trying to hold back is also cute.’ He teased. Her stiffened c.l.i.toris was licked intensely, and Colette o.r.g.a.s.med easily.

‘Ha-…ah…ah…! Lionel…!’

She knew by now he would be hard, she reached for him, but he did not come up to her. He remained where he was,

‘I want to taste you a bit more.’ He said and began to lick her c.l.i.toris again. Colette fell back on the bed with a thump as the pleasure over took her again,

She tried to keep her voice down; she didn’t want her dormitory mates to hear her but she was breathless from his ministrations. He peeled back the hood that covered her c.l.i.toris to lick the exposed nubbin. At the same time, his thick long finger was pushed into Colette’s honey pot.

At first it was uncomfortable, but as he continued to finger her vigorously while at the same time licking and sucking her c.l.i.toris, she climaxed so many times she lost count.

She noticed that he soon had two fingers inserted in her, and he was rubbing a sensitive place inside her. She never knew there was such a place, but Lionel seemed to find it easily, and made sure to bother it a lot.

She was being kissed while he thrust his fingers into her. She was in ecstasy.

‘Ha~ ah~ Oh~…Lionel…’

‘Colette, Colette…’ he called her name repeatedly. She reached for him again this time he did not refuse her. He undid his trousers and his engorged p.e.n.i.s sprang out. Colette enthusiastically caressed him, trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.  Colette lost herself to the pleasure as they stroked each other’s private parts. (Zuben: She did, did she? She’s going to regret this in a few days)

The air was warm, and filled with their panting. They were lost in a bubble of pleasure, a world of consisting of only the two of them. They didn’t have to speak to communicate, they communicated with their feelings and their pleasure intensified.

That good spot inside her was being stimulated intensely, and he was kissing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sucking on her nipples, she had a sense of something that she didn’t realise had ever existed. A pleasure coming from deep inside that made all her other culminations seem superficial.

‘Ah, there…stop…ah~’

She feared the oncoming wave of pleasure, the build-up was intense. She tried to escape, but Lionel held her waist and pulled her closer to him.

Colette stroked Lionel’s manhood harder to distract herself from the strong and deep sensations building up inside her. He was going to come soon. As though, he agreed with her, his fingers moved boldly. The sound of her wet honey pot echoed in her small room. Colette climaxed first, her back arched as the intense sensations claimed her.

She couldn’t hold back her screams as the o.r.g.a.s.m washed over her. Her heart was beating fast. It was fantastic.

Lionel could not stand it any longer. He rubbed himself against Colette’s hand and thighs and soon she was coated with the evidence of his desire.

He was breathing hard as he cleaned the fluid off Colette’s skin.

‘I want to be inside you,’ he said with a voice that was satisfied yet still desirous. Colette looked up dazedly at him as he covered her body with his. He began to rub the head of his c.o.c.k against Colette’s wet folds.

‘Ah~ don’t…’ she cried piteously, but Lionel’s meat stick was rubbed against the entrance to Colette’s honey pot, and she could feel the love juices flow. When the head of his p.e.n.i.s rubbed against her c.l.i.toris, it felt so good, her head went blank and she lifted her waist to meet him.

This was dangerous, she thought to herself. Soon, he’ll really want to do it to the end. (Zuben: Exactly how much more is 'doing it to the end'?)She could see in his eyes his hunger for her. And she was her own worst enemy for she was not match for the tidal wave of his desire, it ignited hers.

‘No, don’t…’ she pleaded in a small voice, but Lionel’s c.o.c.k poked the entrance of her quim. It was truly no use at all, she thought, as her brain turned to mush again. Then she heard footsteps outside her door. Someone must have come to investigate when Colette screamed during her o.r.g.a.s.m. The s.e.xy atmosphere was broken and Colette’s brain recovered. She slid out from under Lionel,

‘Please go now. And please be safe.’

‘Oh…Colette,’ he said wistfully. He gave her a gentle kiss, and disappeared like a shadow.

That was good; she collapsed back on her bed in relief.  (Zuben: Really, Colette…)

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Colette spent the days listening to the rumours of the Black Dragon Knight team (Zuben: What a mouthful), while praying for his safety.

Eventually, there was news. The campaign was a great success, they were able to defeat the enemy country, and Lionel was able to make an alliance with the country they had been supporting, which was more important to the King.

Eventually the warring countries agreed to a ceasefire and the immediate danger of all out war pa.s.sed.

The border guard was to be carried out by another division, so the Black Dragon Knights returned home.

The first time she saw Lionel again since he left was in the victory parade. The Black Dragon Knights had been welcomed home enthusiastically by the citizens. The man on the horse was a dignified Knight Commander not the person who only had eyes for Colette.

Colette was acutely aware of their difference in status. He was too far from her. (Zuben: The merchant cla.s.s are the rulers of the future, Colette)

Even then, there was the aquamarine she had in her safekeeping. Once more, the expectation that they could meet bloomed in her heart but there was no contact. She wanted to end their affair (Zuben: ¬.¬), but she also wanted to see him again.

Colette’s mind spun, and she was feeling somewhat irritated. She did not know what to do. It had been ten days since he’d returned home, there was still not contact. The storm in her heart did not show outwardly, Colette did her work diligently.

There was no contact from Margo either. She was being quiet, too.

That day, Rose came and spoke to her after a long time. Her face was full of curiosity and ridicule, and her smile was derisive,

‘Have you heard, Colette?’

‘What’s going on?’

 ‘It looks as though they are moving up Lionel-sama’s wedding with his fiancée’

Ah, so that is why he hadn’t contacted her.

Rose happily continued, ‘Lionel got injured in the last battle, so the King is worried that he doesn’t have any heirs.  Although, Lionel doesn’t seem to be as enthusiastic, he is grateful for his Majesty’s consideration.’

Colette admired the aristocratic information network (Zuben: It’s their servants)

‘Did you not know anything?’ Rose asked her. Colette shook her head in negative.

‘No, but it seems that Rose knows a lot.’

‘Somewhat. Would you like to hear more?’

‘Not particularly.’

‘Liar, you do. I know you do.’

Colette did not reply, but suddenly had a thought: it must have been Rose that night, who’d been eavesdropping at her door. Colette laughed quietly,

‘I am grateful to Rose,’ she said

She had almost given away her chast.i.ty, but because of Rose, she had come to her senses. (Zuben: You were rather enjoying losing your senses.)

‘Yes, because I am the reason the two of you met.’ She replied with a self satisfied smile. So she was.

At her own whim, Rose asked about when the affair started. Rose’s question reminded Colette of the events of the last few months.

‘Those who do such things properly are good, but if they are careless, everyone would be unhappy.’

‘There is nothing to be doing properly.’

They hadn’t crossed the line. (Zuben: Hahaha!)

Though Lionel might be attached to Colette, he still had to follow the edict of his liege, and marry a n.o.ble lady of high pedigree. Such is the way of the n.o.bility. Colette was a commoner; she would leave the castle and return to her life in the city when her term was over. It could not be helped. Rose looked at Colette’s non-reaction with irritation.

‘I honestly cannot stand that milquetoast att.i.tude of yours,’ she said.

‘That is not my intention,’ Colette countered.

‘It looks that way. You don’t care about others and you don’t try to get along because you will be leaving the castle when your term ends.’

She hadn’t thought that keeping to herself would look as though she was snubbing the other maids. It seems there was a decisive crack in Rose, for her to admit this.

‘No, that isn’t it. I am a commoner, and I’m of a different cla.s.s to Rose and others. Even though we work in the same place, we aren’t equal in society. In order for no one to misunderstand me going out of my place, I decided to keep to myself. But I am sorry if I hurt your feelings, Rose.’

‘…It’s fine now.’ (Zuben: What did I say about Colette-cake?)

‘Thank you,’

Colette apologised and Rose seemed to forgive her.

‘So I don’t care about your status…’

‘Yes…?’

‘So you don’t have to keep to yourself. Get along with everyone.’

‘Yes…’

Colette was puzzled by this turn of events. It seemed Colette’s apology made Rose rather happy, because Rose started coming to talk with Colette after that.

She would come to Rose’s room to chat about rumours in the castle, asking Colette for her thoughts on them. It became a daily occurrence. Even sometimes, coming along with Colette to bathe and eat.

Colette began to find it a nuisance. Sometimes she just wanted to be alone, but now as soon as she got back to her room, Rose was there to chat.

Thanks for so much for reading all. I'm so happy y'all are enjoying it and finding Colette and Lionel funny!

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