Vermillion Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Shell Cottage; Teasers and Uncontrollability at the Shell Chalet. (Part 001)

Charlotte Evelynn Brains, born Delaporte, let out a relaxed sigh as she prepared to finally arrive at her own home, happy to finally have the opportunity to relax. Her last weeks were akin to torture, due to a new discovery in one of the pyramids of the ancient kings of yore, she had to work almost until morning every day, even on weekends. Some days were so bad that she couldn't even muster the energy to teleport to her house, instead she always collapsed dead from exhaustion on a not-so-comfortable sofa in the corner of the office.

But fatigue wasn't the only challenge for her. She had Sabin blood coursing through her veins and therefore she was sexually active, and stood out above the average common person. It hadn't been a challenge for her before marriage, never experiencing the intoxicating, carnal attachment of sex. However, now that she was used to at least semi-regular sex thanks to her married state, she was almost in a state of withdrawal, as if she was trying to quit smoking, not that she had ever smoked before.

Despite her weariness, she was feeling quite elated. Her work was completed, and she even had a two week break, so did her husband. Excitement flowed through her as she imagined all the things they could do in this two-week period totally free of worry and inconvenience. Maybe she could convince him to do some things he had denied many times before.

Her blue eyes began to search for her husband as her soles pressed into the floor of her own house, finding him lying on a sofa. Without thinking, she walked towards her husband, her [Adoration] unconsciously burning a little. Lowering her head, she was about to kiss him, but then she finally noticed a slightly glazed look on his face. A little irritated despite knowing there was nothing he could do, she pulled away, trying to suppress her enthusiasm.

"Hello dear." Noah said with a slight smile. "How was your day?"

"It was normal." Charlotte replied, a slight bitterness in her tone that went unnoticed by Noah. She always hated when she got too excited, her husband fell under the numbness of her [Worship] easily. Charlotte knew it wasn't his fault, she was extraordinarily talented, or cursed, depending on your point of view, by the force of her [Worship] was almost as hard to get rid of as a [Absolute Command] spell performed by a master in the mental arts.

So she sat down beside him and put her head on her shoulder, enjoying her warmth as he listened to the match with his eyes closed, it was Holly Heads versus Magi Harpies. She sighed, relaxed and at the same time resigned, enjoying the calm moment, even though she really hated Ulbraxial.

However, her comfort was disturbed by a light, almost silent knock on the door. Sighing, Charlotte walked away, walking towards the door. She couldn't help but give her hips an extra sway, feeling her husband's eyes glued to her swaying hips.

"Come back quickly." Noah said without looking away from her. "I have plans for you."

Charlotte laughed a little as she continued toward the door, wondering who it would be to visit without warning. Only a few people had unrestricted open access to protections, and none of them arrived unannounced unless it was something really worrying. Opening the door, Charlotte met one of the last people she would expect at her door.

"Greetings, Charlotte." Said the man with a slightly hesitant expression on his face. "Could I come in?"

"Hi Christopher." Charlotte responded, trying to sound enthusiastic, but she couldn't help a little hostility creeping into her voice, irritated that her plans about her husband being delayed considerably with Christopher's presence.

"I should leave, right?" Christopher said in a hesitant voice.

Charlotte felt a little bad, no doubt Christopher had sensed the hostility in her voice. Charlotte looked at him with renewed attention. Her clothes were in good condition but uneven, as if he'd left the house in a hurry, wearing the first pieces of clothing he could reach. Charlotte felt a little bad, she knew Christopher was known to everyone for almost never asking for any favors, she still remembers him trying to learn to speak Malleus in the library all his free time just to talk to her during the months he was the Tournament of Champions taking place at the Vermillion Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so whatever brought you here must have been something important or troubling. "No Christopher, please come in." Charlotte said, trying to keep her voice pleasant. "I insist on it."

"Thank you, Charlotte." Christopher responded with a small but bright smile spreading across his face as he finally entered.

Charlotte followed, hoping her husband wouldn't be upset that they had a surprise and unexpected guest who suddenly appeared. Walking behind, she heard her husband greet Christopher enthusiastically and began bombarding him with comments about ridiculous sports, actually about the only sport that was really important in the wizarding world, not that she agreed with that statement, Ulbraxial.

Charlotte smiled a little, happy that at least her husband didn't take it too seriously. She chose to sit in her chair, picking up a fashion magazine to flip through, reasoning that if Christopher didn't insist on speaking right away, the problem couldn't be as urgent as she'd originally thought.

Charlotte heard her husband asking why Christopher was here when the conversation slowed down a bit.

"Well, you see…" Christopher started to explain in a hesitant tone of voice. "Minerva and I had another little fight." Hearing this, Charlotte could not help but unconsciously shiver. Though usually irritating, Minervina was a disgusting and obnoxious bitch whenever she was irritated. She found it a little odd that Christopher and she had quarreled, as Minervina almost loved the ground where Christopher walked, well, but in her opinion Minervina and her older brother Thomas, but the youngest of the other five, were just glory hunters. . Thomas was lazy and the best friend of the "Lord of Light Redfield" and Minervina was arrogant and the bride of the "Lord of Light Redfield". But if Christopher's mildly amused expression was any indicator, it must be something small that was blown out of acceptable proportions, considering that Christopher was enjoying himself rather than being dejected.

"So I need a place to stay for a while, and I can't stay in a hotel, both for now. To tell you the truth if we're honest, these damn media vultures would have a field day, they would have just freaked out afterwards. that they finally figured out about it or if Minerva said something between her workouts and her games. Or if she just said something about our relationship actually." Christopher continued talking, causing Charlotte's thoughts to be cut short. "And since you two have moved to a rural area and only a few people know where you live in general, I was wondering… could I stay here with you for awhile?"

"Of course, you can stay with us for awhile, Christopher." Noah said laughing happily before Charlotte could say anything. "You are family after all."

Charlotte felt dejected as the two men continued to discuss sports. Despite his bold appearance, her husband was relatively prudish when it came to anything sexual, just the bedroom, a limited number of sexual positions, and a few other silly restrictions. Still, she wouldn't be so upset if one of those restrictions weren't her reluctance to have sex whenever others were home. At least his conviction of that rule wasn't something she couldn't get over with a little foreplay, but her plans to finally convince him to become a little more adventurous at home were blocked by Christopher's uncomfortable presence.

"Well, how about I fix dinner for you guys? That's a little way to give back for helping me." Christopher spoke suddenly, the apparent enthusiasm etched into his voice.

"Oh Christopher, there's no need, please don't worry about it." Charlotte interrupted in a panic. She could still remember very well the state of her kitchen after the last time Noah had tried to cook a surprise dinner on their third wedding anniversary, and the less talk about her father's adventures in the kitchen, the better. The last thing she needed was to spend her time cleaning up a dirty kitchen.

"Oh please Charlotte, this is no hassle." Christopher stood up, happily asking, "Now where was the kitchen again?"

"Second door on the right." Charlotte said in a slightly exhausted tone, bracing herself for an inevitable and catastrophic disaster in her kitchen.

-ooo-

Charlotte assumed her fears had come true when she heard Christopher calling her name from inside the kitchen, asking for her help. Charlotte started walking, her footsteps reminiscent of the last steps of a convict, walking towards the execution guillotine in the public square.

The state of the kitchen was radically different from his best or worst expectations. Instead of a sink full of debris and some dirty utensils, she saw two pans, their contents simmering under a simmer, while Christopher used a third to polish some sort of piece of meat, slicing some apples into intricate patterns.

"Hey Charlotte, where do you guys keep the cream? I really couldn't find it." said Christopher, as he cut, his eyes fixed on the staging area.

"Let me check." Charlotte responded, trying to avoid the shock she was in at the moment. "We have some regular cream if you like." Charlotte said after examining the contents of the magically refrigerated room adjacent to the kitchen.

"Hmm, I would need to tweak the recipe a bit, but I don't see any reason why it shouldn't work. Can you help me chop these mushrooms?" Christopher asked, pushing a bag of mushrooms in front of her.

Picking up a large blade, she began to cut the mushrooms. "What are we preparing?" Charlotte asked, curiosity not lost on her tone.

"Sautéed Brussels sprouts and apple and ham." Christopher replied. "With the addition of a simple cream fettuccine with chicken breast and some mushrooms, and some arugula salad with goat cheese on the side."

Charlotte listened as Christopher listed the dishes, her mouth watering only with the names of the dishes. She was never a big fan of Hiperion's cooking, the food Christopher was preparing seemed extremely appealing to her. "Seriously Christopher, foreign food?" Charlotte commented, wanting to tease him a little in this situation. "What happened to the trusty old Hyperian kitchen?"

"I just don't like Hyperion's cooking and I also know that Hyperian cuisine is definitely not your favorite Charlotte, so foreign cuisine is a much better choice. Besides, you still haven't heard my choice of wine." Christopher commented with a teasing smile.

"What is?" Charlotte asked, feeling a little excited. Having grown up in a wealthy family, she developed a taste for good wine, a taste she was not able to sate as much as she wished due to economic issues. Who knew that marrying someone her parents didn't approve of would make her father take her allowance and her mother take her from the countless surplus bottles of her family's wines? She really didn't see it coming.

Christopher turned his head away from his preparations, the first time since Charlotte had entered the kitchen, and began to speak. "A Château Rieussec Sémillon-Sauvignon Blanc from the 387th vintage, an exquisite white from the dusty corners of cellars destroyed by the Greengrass war." Christopher chuckled a little, looking at Charlotte's jaw-dropped expression, then continued to talk happily. "Surprising for a family of blood purists, they have an impressive cellar of mundane wines."

"Thank you, Christopher." Charlotte said with a wide smile, stopping to hug him enthusiastically, not wanting to give the wrong impression, but she continued to help him prepare the food. Maybe her stay wasn't so bad after all.

-ooo-

Charlotte quickly changed her mind, Christopher's stay was a really terrible thing. Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to suppress her annoyance, after all, it wasn't Christopher's fault, he was just trying to be a good host. It was the fault of her husband, Noah Bilius Brains, overeating and affording too many glasses of whiskey, and now he was sleeping like a real pig.

To be fair, Charlotte herself was also not a good showman of control, indulging in more than a few glasses of wine than was strictly necessary, but unlike her husband, this only made her more excited, but it definitely didn't make her sleepy.

Feeling dejected, she glanced at the full-length mirror in the bedroom, assessing her reflection. She looked down at her gorgeous breasts, falling from the low-cut, red lingerie she was wearing, the mismatched straps covering her alluring femininity and doing nothing to cover her perfect apple-shaped ass. Her slender but curvaceous figure was on display thanks to the sheer fabric of her nightgown. The fabric wasn't see-through in the chest area, but it was too thin to hide her pink nipples, rock hard due to her aroused state.

But as her husband preferred to sleep rather than savor the delicacy she was, she lay down beside him without changing, prepared for the dawn.

-ooo-

Charlotte had woken up, not to her husband's eager caresses, as she had originally supposed, but to the sound, of what she assumed was, of a reddish-brown owl flapping its wings noisily. Without opening her eyes, Charlotte asked, "What's going on, dear, why is there a red-haired bird in our room at this hour forgotten by all the saints?"

"Well, something happened…" Noah said flatly in a tone of voice he always used whenever he was about to say something that would piss off his wife.

Charlotte opened her eyes, wanting to see what was going on, only to see her husband, in a half-dressed state, trying to stuff a small backpack with some changes of clothes. "Tell me. Darling. What. The. The hell. Is. Happening?" Charlotte asked, emphasizing every word that came out of her mouth. She could feel another part of her Sabin heritage starting to awaken.

Seeing the signs, Noah explained quickly. "Honey, there's a Class 5 emergency in one of the tombs in the lower level three of the Valley of the Kings, I need to go now." Seeing a fireball begin to form in her hand, Noah quickly ran to calm her. "But as soon as I get back, we'll go to Malleus for a vacation, spending all my bonus, okay?"

With a frustrated growl, Charlotte threw the fireball she'd been holding to the wall, leaving a scorch mark despite the fire-resistance spells throughout the house. "When do you need to leave?" Charlotte asked, at least hoping for a quickie before her husband left.

"Right now." Noah responded, an apologetic expression on her face, and he disappeared with a twirl of a cross-shaped Portkey, leaving her alone in the room.

Charlotte stood there for a second, frozen, then began to curse loudly, almost screaming. Her husband has just left, leaving her home alone for an entire week. To make matters worse, she almost went into her alternate form, she could still feel the primal energies coursing through her body, coursing through her veins. And one of the downsides of those energies was that they made her even more excited.

Charlotte whimpered, this week would be hell.

-ooo-

Charlotte rolled over, trying to get back to sleep, but after tossing and turning for a while, she had to admit that she was a really lost cause in this situation. Charlotte got up, walking towards the kitchen with lazy steps, nursing a little hangover. She had the distinct feeling that she had forgotten something, forgotten something important, but unable to determine what it was.

Turning at the last entrance to the house, she walked into the kitchen, only to freeze in shock when she saw a man completely naked…from the waist up in her kitchen, walking like he owned the place. When the man turned in response to her sigh, she recognized Christopher. It took her a second to remember that Christopher would be her guest for a few days. Charlotte allowed herself to relax a little, the panic easing a little.

"Good Morning." said Christopher, with a mysterious smile appearing on his face. "I was going to apologize for my current state of dress, but seeing your own state, I'm assuming it's not a big deal, right?"

Charlotte took a few seconds to process what Christopher said, instinctively looking down to inspect her own clothes she was currently wearing. At that moment, she finally remembered that she was still wearing the revealing nightgown from the night before, handing Christopher an anticipated visual feast.

In a panic, Charlotte turned and ran, giving Christopher a full view of her firm ass as a parting gift.

-ooo-

Back in her room, it took Charlotte nearly half an hour to compose herself and walk downstairs, wearing a modest white T-shirt and sweatpants. She walked into the room, only to find Christopher sitting at the table, his torso still bare, reading a book.

"Hey Charlotte." Christopher said in an excited tone of voice.

Hesitating, Charlotte sat at the table, muttering a neutral response as she began to eat. Charlotte liked that Christopher didn't mention anything about the incident from earlier, still feeling too embarrassed to comment on it. And for the same reason, Charlotte refrained from commenting on Christopher's distinct lack of shirt, fearing that the subject was his normal dress. Not that she would complain.

"Will Noah join us soon? I don't think the eggs will be good if we keep them under a warming spell for too long." said Christopher suddenly.

"Unfortunately not, there was an emergency in Grian Orions and Noah will be in the Deserts of Osiris for a week." Charlotte replied with a shrug.

"Oh I see." Christopher commented calmly, and they continued to breakfast in very comfortable silence.

After breakfast they went to the chairs, Christopher continued to read his book, Charlotte waiting for an opportunity to finally apologize.

"Do you want some wine?" Christopher asked suddenly, pointing to the fancy wine bottle he was holding. "Although I don't like anything alcoholic, this is simply one of my favorites." Christopher stated.

"Yes, yes please." Charlotte responded without any pause. She didn't usually drink when the sun was still high, but she felt that a little wine in the morning would help her relax a little, making it a little bearable until she could leave the room and go back to her room. Besides, refusing such good wine would be very bad as a good hostess. Right?

Then Charlotte filled a glass, flipping through a magazine to pass the time, chatting now and then. As time went by, she finished her wine, only to fill another glass, and then another glass...

As the wine bottle grew lighter, her eyes began to wander, taking in Christopher's half-naked body. Her body, despite her seemingly lean frame, was quite muscular, a glaring departure from the lanky little boy she'd once seen on a snowstorm day walking aimlessly over the peaks and valleys of the Sephiroth Mountains. Her body was covered in scars, but knowing her history, they were only increasing her responses.

Charlotte suddenly felt a little guilty that she was lusting after another man, even in her own home. But she shoved the guilt back down her throat, rationalizing there was no harm in looking. Furthermore, she reasoned that if Christopher had been adverse to this, he would have worn a shirt instead, bouncing around in a half-naked state, all of his rationalizations heightened even further by the copious amount of alcohol she was consuming. as if it were water.

Her sudden moral dilemma resolved, she allowed herself to enjoy the rest of brunch…

-ooo-

A few hours later, Charlotte was still in the living room, this time reading a book, with another glass of wine in her hand. However, her grip on the glass slipped a little as she was trying to turn the page, dousing her neck and torso with good wine. "Damn it!" Charlotte exclaimed, irritated by her own childish carelessness.

Wanting to clean up a bit, she got up, walking towards the nearest bathroom. When she got to the bathroom, she pushed a little, not paying attention to the noises coming from inside...

... Only to freeze for the second time that day, tripping over an Christopher Bharash Redfield who was taking a shower.

Charlotte immediately panicked for a moment, but relaxed a little when she realized that Christopher was washing his wonderful hair, his eyes closed. Deciding to check it out before closing the door, she slowly began to look at him, from his strong shoulders to his chiseled torso. Her stomach muscles looked even more impressive as the water flowed over them. Then her eyes fell on her mushroom. 'Stallion.' Charlotte corrected herself in her mind, feeling the word penis seem inadequate to describe the monster trapped between her legs. Even in her semi-erect stage, she was much bigger than her husband. "So that's why Minervina is always so cheerful." Charlotte muttered, continuing to stare.

"Hi Charlotte, can I help you?" Charlotte heard Christopher ask, his tone conversational.

Despite her calm, it was enough to plunge Charlotte into a pool of panic and fear. Charlotte thought about knocking on the door and running away, just like the time she'd spied her parents and her nanny on a wild sex trio on a night of heavy rains and storms, but decided that doing so would be admitting that she'd been spying. Instead, she decided to play along calmly, asking to use the bathroom, only to leave after Christopher politely denies her request naturally. Sensing her plan was perfect, Charlotte said, "I spilled some wine on me, so I need some water."

"Of course, feel free." Christopher replied, making her freeze. Feeling a little silly considering she missed such a simple probability, she took a reluctant step, turning slightly to check her answer. Seeing that Christopher wasn't paying attention to her, she felt a little indignant about the situation. After all, she was Charlotte Evelynn Delaporte, a rarity even among the Sabins, and Christopher dared to dismiss her as if she were nothing, not even trying to get an "accidental" peek at her magnificent body? In her outrage, fueled by the large amount of wine she'd consumed, Charlotte had definitely decided to tease him a little.

Her posture straightened, making her breasts bounce even more than their normal ones. A small smile graced her lips as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, removing it in one quick movement, leaving her with only a modest bra to cover her breasts. Charlotte began to clean her upper body, making sure to "accidentally" soak the bra with enough water to make it stick to her breasts, the cold water making her nipples harden. Or at least she tried to tell herself it was cold water, disregarding the fact that her suddenly dampened femininity had nothing to do with cold water.

Checking him discreetly in the mirror, she felt affronted to see Christopher drying himself without even looking at her, his penis was still half erect.

For a girl who always prided herself on her ability to turn men's heads in any way, and some women too, such a thing was an insult of the highest order. Charlotte watched as he walked out of the bathroom, with only a towel tied around his waist. She started muttering angrily about passionless Hyperian pigs after Christopher disappeared around the corner, walking towards her room.

Charlotte didn't even wait to get to her room before starting to strip off her clothes, leaving her sweatpants and her bra in the hallway, her everyday panties flying to the corner. Charlotte stopped in front of her closet, trying to find some clothes that matched her goals. After some consideration, she decided on a little black lacy panties she bought at a trick store but never actually wore. The bra barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her breast bare, creating a mesmerizing swell whenever she took a step. The panties were from the same vein, little more than panties, barely covering any part of her firm ass, just covering her femininity. Even so, it was tight enough to get around it almost perfectly.

Finally deciding on her underwear, Charlotte began rummaging through her things to choose an outfit suitable for the situation. Thinking about it, Charlotte decided on tiny white shorts, small enough when she stood up, the full length of her legs were fully on display, and whenever she sat down, her low-cut waist pulled back enough to reveal her panties. . To complement it, she chose an extremely tight blouse that shows off an incredible cleavage, with a generous, open abdomen. Charlotte completed the set with light makeup and ruby ​​red lipstick. In the end, Charlotte was feeling like a bomb ready to make people explode.

Wearing small but elegant slippers, she walked back into the living room, where Christopher was sitting on the couch, silently reading a book, wearing only baggy shorts.

"Hello, Christian." Charlotte said in a slightly muffled voice, her accent burning a little after all the wine she'd previously drank.

"Hi, Charlotte." Christopher replied, raising his head a little, and almost immediately returned to the book without delay.

Pouting at Christopher's lack of attention, Charlotte walked slowly towards the sofa, bent over and picked up the bottle of wine, presenting him with a generous view of her breasts from an excellent vintage stitch, and asked, "You would you like some wine?"

Christopher replied in the negative, looking only at her perfectly formed breasts. Charlotte sat up and poured another glass of wine in frustration, taking a sip. Filling another one to the brim, she sat down beside him, flipping through a magazine as she thought of another way to move forward.

A small voice in the back of her head was yelling at her, telling her that she was a married woman and that she is currently spending all that effort to arouse the lust of a man other than her husband, but a few generous sips from her wineglass were enough to drown her.

Her thoughts were disturbed by a small noise. Looking toward the fountain, she saw Christopher, dozing where he sat, the book she was reading still on his chest. Charlotte frowned a little, annoyed that she had missed the chance to tease him. Then, she noticed something that made her sigh in anticipation, there was a small tent climbing up in her shorts.

Charlotte just stood there for a while, sipping wine and examining the outline of Christopher's excitement. It was emotional at first, but as the minutes passed, she began to resent the shorts Christopher was currently wearing, preventing the showing of things that were really good.

Suddenly feeling bold and mischievous, Charlotte reached for her shorts, tracing the outline of his shaft with one of her delicate fingers. She could feel her arousal build as she felt her shiver under his touch. Charlotte laughed a little, then turned to Christopher in a panic, fearing he would wake up. Seeing he wasn't moving, she reached out again, this time wrapping her fingers around him, pulling a little. Charlotte licked her lips in anticipation as she felt his growth, his hardness easily felt even through the rough texture of his shorts.

Increasingly emboldened by her success, her alcohol-fogged mind stopped caring about what it would be like if Christopher suddenly woke up to find his cock in the hands of his current landlady. Charlotte slowly pushed her hand down the leg of her shorts, gripping her meaty staff, not finding any obstructions in her path. Her breath quickened as her fingers completely enveloped his fleshy thickness, her hand failing to make a connection.

Then Charlotte used her other hand to slowly roll the leg of his shorts loose, tossing the tip over his erection, revealing his large cock in its full endowment. Charlotte smacked her lips in excitement at his glorious sight. Charlotte grabbed it with both hands, pulling it gently.

Charlotte began to wonder what a penis would taste like. With a prude husband, sex meant only vaginal sex to Noah, dropping the idea of ​​oral sex almost instantly every time she offered it. But seeing this in some lewd movies in her youth, she was still very curious about the act itself. Charlotte leaned in, her tongue slipping out of her confinement. Finding it tasty, she began to lick it along its length, making it even bigger.

Enjoying the taste, she parted her lips a little, swallowing the top of his shaft, slowly nodding her head up and down, just like these girls in the movies did. Enjoying the musky scent, she continued to take more and more into her mouth, feeling her core begin to burn.

Enjoying the sensation, Charlotte gripped her own breasts, teasing as she continued to suckle him. Pinching and twisting her erect nipples, Charlotte abandoned all caution as she devoured his cock, moaning into him.

Then, suddenly, Charlotte heard Christopher moan. Realizing she was about to be caught, Charlotte quickly walked away, straightened his shorts and ran out of the room. Despite her panicked state, Charlotte felt she had achieved some of the things she came here for. In her haste, Charlotte neither noticed that she had knocked over some of the decorations, nor did she notice Christopher looking at her with an unreadable expression...

-ooo-

Charlotte's heart pounded wildly when she finally made it to her bedroom, all thanks to a combination of effort and emotion. "Oh Holy Mavis, what the hell did I just do?" Charlotte muttered, letting out a giggle and laughing like a schoolgirl. Feeling a little breathless, she decided to lie down for a bit to rest. Charlotte unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them a little, making the tight shorts a little more comfortable.

While Charlotte was lying down, her mind shifted to previous events, how she dared to sneak around, playing with a cock, even daring to take it in her mouth. Charlotte had not done this since she was married, considering it improper for her husband. But now, she felt excited remembering the texture of her tongue. As she remembered, her hand slipped slowly, past her sensitive breasts, past her flat, seductive stomach and stopping at her nether regions, slowly starting to tease her already swollen bud, sending small discharges through her body. Charlotte continued to play for a while, playing with her soft black panties, moaning now and then. One of her hands returned to her breasts, sliding inside her bra, squeezing slowly. A slightly glazed expression came over her face as she continued to tease herself, moaning loudly as the bumps ran through her body. "Shit!" Charlotte yelled, feeling the peak was near...

...only to be disturbed by an insistent knock on the door, making her jump in a state of panic. "Hey Charlotte, are you alright?" Charlotte heard Christopher ask on the other side of the door. "I heard you screaming, is everything okay out there?"

Charlotte had to swallow several well-chosen insults, trying to control her anger at being flustered close to reaching her climax. "Don't worry about me Christopher, I was careless for a second and hurt my thumb hitting the dresser, that's nothing to worry about." Charlotte replied, keeping her voice neutral.

"Well that's a relief, I was worried when I heard you cry and wanted to check in just in case. Glad to hear you're alright." said Christopher behind the door.

"Yes Christopher, I'm fine but thanks for asking." Charlotte said, hearing her footsteps as he walked away. Charlotte thought about going back to her activities, but due to the combined effects of alcohol and excitement, she fell asleep before she could decide what she was going to do.

-ooo-

Several hours later, Charlotte woke up with a slight headache. Feeling her mouth was a little dry, she grabbed a bottle of water, drinking enough to quench her thirst. Charlotte checked her watch, seeing it was nearly two in the afternoon, she got up still groggy, looking around.

It didn't take long for her mind to shift to today's events where she molested a sleeping man. Charlotte felt mortified that not only had she come close to cheating on her husband, but she had also molested a sleeping man, one of the few friends she had, however. Has it been a long time since she did something crazy, blood war first or was it blood war second? Then the marriage preventing her from acting. To make matters worse, she could still remember the details vividly. The texture of her shaft in his mouth, the musky scent, the way it tickled her throat… As the memories replayed in her mind, she felt the excitement spread through her body once more.

However, this time, guilt accompanied the pleasure. Suddenly Charlotte realized she was teasing herself as she imagined someone other than her husband enjoying her body. Feeling a little heated with shock, Charlotte looked around, stunned, looking for something to help. Noticing a bottle of wine in the corner, she moved toward it in long strides, not caring that there shouldn't be a bottle in her room, nor the role the wine played in yesterday's mistake. She quickly filled a glass to the brim, draining it in one quick motion. However, she didn't stop at a glass, filling it once more, this time drinking it slowly while her mind was occupied with her previous activities.

The amount of guilt was almost tied to the same amount of wine the bottle contained, diminishing as her drunken mind created reason after reason for her sudden arousal, her excuses growing more and more convincing to herself as the seconds passed. First, there was the fact that she was drunk, so technically alcohol was the culprit. Plus, her husband hadn't met her needs for over two months, so Noah wasn't blameless either. And since Christopher didn't know it, that made him little more than a dildo of flesh, didn't count as a real cheat. Right?

Charlotte managed to banish the guilt she was feeling with all those excuses floating around in her drunken mind. That's why she didn't feel guilty when she realized her hand was already inside her panties, slowly playing with her wet petals. She moaned as her fingers danced around her juices, flowing with anticipation. Without thinking, she pushed her shorts to her knees and pulled her tank top up, exposing her bra-clad breasts. One of her hands found her breast, freeing her nipples from their fabric prison. She started groping herself, enjoying the pleasure that spread through her body. Charlotte felt embarrassed when her gaze fell on the full length mirror, reflecting her appearance, making her even more aroused. Her body was almost entirely revealed, her shorts pulled down, exposing her wet panties, her breasts unclasped, on display in all their magnificent glory. As Charlotte dipped her fingers inside her, Charlotte could feel the release closing...

All her concentration was interrupted by another knock on the door. "Hey Charlotte, I came to check if she was awake, want to join me at the pool?" Christopher asked from the other side of the door.

Charlotte had to bite her lip to keep from attacking Christopher with insults, Charlotte was about to climax until he knocked on the door, distracting her with another question. She took a deep breath so as not to attack with insults and said, "Of course Christopher, I'll be in the pool in five minutes."

"Nice." Christopher said on the other side of the door and started to walk away.

"Fuck you damn bastard." said Charlotte. Charlotte felt angry at Christopher, after all, no matter how involuntarily, he managed to deny his orgasm twice. "That takes revenge." Charlotte whispered, feeling vindictive. Charlotte went to the closet, trying to find a swimsuit suitable for the tactic in her mind. However, she frowned a little when all she could find were a few modest pieces, making her feel resentful of her husband's conservatism once again. Then, a predatory smile spread across her face as Charlotte remembered something that would help her immensely in her revenge. Digging behind her closet, she pulled out a white bikini set, left over from her pretty little sister's last visit. Technically, they were pretty innocent when it came to bikinis, at least when worn by someone with the correct body size, as was her sister's case. However, despite her latest growth spurt in recent weeks, her sister was still significantly less gifted than she was, so her modesty nearly evaporated when used by Charlotte.

-ooo-

Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the result. The top barely covered her nipples, creating an attractive cleavage rather than covering her breasts completely. And the background was no better, showing every line she owned pasting her. "If that doesn't drive you crazy, nothing will." Charlotte whispered to herself as she walked outside. Before leaving, she also took some cocoa oil to get a tan, but also not wanting to get burned.

Just a minute later, Charlotte was beside the pool, watching Christopher intently as he was swimming, droplets of water clinging to his sculpted body, showing how far he had developed since he was a skinny little boy many years ago. Charlotte was feeling enchanted, she just stood there, watching the way his muscles flex, forgetting to even sit down.

"Hey Charlotte, you're going to get yourself a sunburn, you need some sunscreen." Christopher said suddenly, stopping at the edge of the pool. He paused for a moment, then nodded, before starting to speak, "Sure, you're going to ask for help with your back, that's why you're on your feet, waiting for me to finish my swim time, right? Me I'm really sorry, that was bad of me. I'm leaving here immediately."

That was definitely not Charlotte's intention. However, surprised to find herself suddenly in the spotlight, she couldn't respond, just nodded slowly. Charlotte was mentally cursing herself a bit as she walked towards the lounger, while she intended to show some skin, applying oil was a whole different game. Charlotte hesitated but couldn't find a suitable excuse in the distance between where she stood and the solarium. Then, she rationalized, since it was her intention to tease him a little, it wouldn't hurt to put some oil on, right?

A few seconds after she was on her stomach, Christopher was next to her, drying himself with a white towel. "You're ready?" Christopher asked as he greased his hands with oil, but he waited for no response as he placed his hands on Charlotte's neck, slowly began to move his hands.

Charlotte stiffened as she felt Christopher's hands on her, slowly stroking her neck. But when she felt her apprehensions melt away, Christopher's hands began to touch her shoulder. After all, it was just oil, completely innocent, not to mention helping her put on a little show. A vindictive smile spread across her face when Charlotte noticed the bulge at the front of her shorts. Satisfied with the result, Charlotte made herself comfortable, her face resting comfortably in a towel.

Yet lying there while Christopher's hands caressed her smooth skin, with some unexpected effect. Already feeling withdrawn, Charlotte could feel the excitement spreading through her body as Christopher's hands continued their journey on her back. Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the effects. However, this caused an unexpected accident combined with Christopher's hands under the laces of the bikini back. Already with high tension, the last pressure proved to be excessive as the rope snapped with a small noise.

"Oops, I'm sorry." said Christopher, his hands pausing for a second, gripping the torn ropes of fabric.

"No problem, just keep doing it, Christopher." Charlotte said, knowing it wasn't his fault that the ropes were already broken, the top was tight enough. Though it wasn't until the answer left her lips that she realized she'd missed a perfect opportunity to interrupt the session. Still, not wanting to retract her word, she just lay back and let him continue, trying to distract herself from his hands as they traveled to her lower back, gliding gently. "Mmm… so good…" Charlotte said, a low moan escaping her lips. She tensed for a second, but a quick glance later she relaxed again, seeing no evidence that he noticed her slight loss of control. She didn't want to admit it, but the way Christopher's thumbs pressed gently as the rest of his fingers slid over her waist. She started to feel warm as he approached her ass, thinking about stopping him but not really wanting to.

Then Charlotte felt extremely relaxed, mixed with a small dose of disappointment, as Christopher's hands left her back and moved to her lower legs. However, the sudden surge of pleasure as Christopher climbed onto her thighs showed her that relaxing might be a little premature. Charlotte was surprised by the sudden sensation as he almost massaged her thighs as he smeared the oil.

Charlotte wasn't aware of how her judgment was skewed thanks to a combination of pleasure and alcohol, exacerbated even more by the hot sun. The desire grew more and more intense as Christopher's hands moved up to her thighs, almost reaching her ass, but stopping carefully at the edge created by her bikini bottom. Charlotte felt a little shudder inside as he gently touched her inner thighs, getting closer to her womanhood with each successive stroke.

When Charlotte was about to open her mouth to speak, although she was a little confused about what she would say, stop or continue, Christopher finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. "How about we reverse now?"

Charlotte in her distracted state, only after Christopher's hands were already on her stomach, spreading cocoa oil, did she remember the previous accident, and now her chest was deprived of any protection, her chest bare for Christopher's visual delight. .

Once again, Christopher interrupted before Charlotte could gather herself to say anything, or even cover her chest. "I must congratulate you Charlotte." Christopher said in a simply calming tone of voice.

"What?" Charlotte asked, trying to process exactly what Christopher meant.

"I meant it's nice to see you're not one of those retrograde inbred idiots who make up the majority of our current magical society. It's nice to see people having some progressive opinions about your personal nakedness. After all, there's no harm. none of sunbathing topless, after all non-magicians do it all the time and they're in for it." Christopher explained in a casual tone of voice.

"Right, definitely liberal…" Charlotte muttered, trying to come up with an excuse to cover her breasts. She knew she should cover her breasts, but she also didn't want to look like a bigot by doing that. She opened her mouth to respond, but Christopher's hands slipped to her breasts, replacing her words with a loud sigh as her hands slowly caressed her rosy nipples, momentarily destroying all the words in her mind.

Then Christopher's hands left her breast as suddenly as they came, quickly covering her lower torso then moving to her legs, leaving her breathless, his magnificent globes rising and falling with each breath. When Charlotte finally managed to compose herself, at least partially, Christopher was already on his hips, climbing steadily towards her navel. Charlotte was feeling conflicted, a part of her brain was ordering her to slap Christopher and kick him out of the house, while another part was begging her to grab and pull her hands back to her breasts, or rather , pulling his ass, allowing him free and full access to his glory.

However, before Charlotte could resolve her inner turmoil, Christopher spoke once more. "I think you can take care of the rest yourself, right?" Christopher said and got up, diving back into the water before Charlotte could say a word.

Charlotte just stood there, trying to decide if she should be relieved or annoyed at her sudden stop. Her mind felt like a tangled mess, preventing her from making a decision. Charlotte closed her eyes, trying to organize her thoughts, but slowly fell into unconsciousness...

-ooo-

Charlotte awoke to a familiar mouthwatering smell. She got up and started walking, staggering toward the source of the smell. However, due to a mix of numbness and the effects of the wine bottle she'd drunk earlier, she wasn't exactly paying attention to the state of the dress she was wearing, just wearing a tight bikini bottom.

Walking toward the source of the smell, she found herself in the kitchen, watching him create yet another kitchen masterpiece, Magret de Canard, with a bottle of red Bordeaux open at the side, resting. "Wow Christopher, you really are an amazing cook." Charlotte managed to say, still a little groggy after waking up and alcohol lingering in her system.

"And good morning to you." Christopher said with a warm smile, his gaze wandering over Charlotte's body for a few seconds before returning to his preparations, though Charlotte didn't notice. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes, so why don't you grab some wine and wait inside." Christopher commented over his shoulder.

"A perfect idea." Charlotte approved, picking up the bottle and walking back to the main room. Feeling thirsty, she had already drunk a large glass of wine on the way, only to continue after she sat down. As she drank, she began to remember what happened this afternoon, and the pleasure she felt when Christopher's hands caressed her body, making her feel warmer. To counter it, she started to drink more wine, but couldn't put out the fire that burned inside her, intensifying her Sabin nature.

Charlotte began to caress her body, almost unconsciously. Sliding his hand over her stomach and cupping one of her magnificent breasts, working them with trembling fingers, closing her eyes as a sudden wave of pleasure hit her. Another hand of hers found her thigh as she continued to massage her firm breasts, her nipples hardening under his gentle touch.

Pausing momentarily to drink some more wine, Charlotte began to trace her silken thigh upward, getting closer and closer to the source of her heat. Her fingers splayed over him, slowly teasing her wetness over the tight bathing suit. Charlotte could feel her femininity swelling beneath his gentle touch, orgasms repeatedly denied from the past few days taking their toll on her Sabin nature, undermining her decision to take more than a few bottles of wine.

Arousal mixed with the alcohol hit her hard, making her even forget where she was when she grabbed her bikini bottom and yanked away the last piece of cloth that covered her. When the fragile piece of white fabric slid over her long, attractive legs, her fingers were already making the first touches to her inner lips, wet with arousal. Charlotte began stroking the damp flesh over and over again, each touch sending another wave of pleasure, making her hips quiver a little. Meanwhile, her other hand was busy pinching and pulling at her pale pink nipples and massaging her large globes. Charlotte could feel her reason slipping a little more each time her finger sank into his thick chest, slightly marring his pale skin. Charlotte slowly lost the ability to keep her voice muffled, her moans gaining enough intensity to echo off the walls.

Charlotte stood up and spread her legs, placing her feet on the small table in front of her, fully revealing her glory as she played with herself. Not coping with the teasing of her petals, her fingers slowly slipped inside, causing her sweet scent to waft in the night air. Her grip on her breasts tightened, fingers sinking into her sinful flesh began to ache, mixed with pleasure, all control over her [Adoration] lost as Charlotte exploded from her [Adoration] without restraint.

Charlotte heard the sound of a chair being pulled toward her, but this time, she was adamant that nothing could distract her from reaching her climax. Charlotte could feel the orgasm she had been denied for so long building inside her in a way that nothing could deny her release. Her breathing began to shallow, her stomach clenched in pleasure...

Then Charlotte let out a primal cry as the long-awaited intense feelings coursed through her body, fulfilling her primal instincts. Charlotte threw her head back, her chest arching forward, gasping as sharp spasms rocked her body. Her fingers continued to caress his femininity even as the spasms eased, sending faint tremors through her limp body.

"Such a beautiful sight, Charlotte." Charlotte heard a voice close by. "Do you always provide guests with entertainment of this quality?"

Charlotte tried to gather her wits, but in the moment it proved to be a lost proposition, most of her mind frying with her intense orgasm. The only thing she could remember was that the voice was familiar, almost too familiar. Charlotte opened her eyes, only to see golden blond hair, a tasteful example of masculinity, sitting in a chair naked with his huge cock completely hard.

Christopher spoke again before she could think about it any further. "Well I believe this is the perfect time to finish the job you started last night. What do you tell me?"

Remembering parts and parts about how she'd bobbed her head up and down while her lips were curled around her waist, Charlotte was more than happy to do the bidding. Without even thinking, Charlotte slipped off the couch, jumped onto the table with a fluid step, and dropped to her knees, her lips hovering over Christopher's manhood, eager to taste even more.

Long, graceful fingers reached for his swollen shaft, wrapping them around the base as if Charlotte were assuring herself of her presence, making sure it wasn't a dream she was about to wake up to. Then Charlotte began to move her hand a little, earning a small grunt from Christopher.

A small corner of her mind was almost aware that what she was doing was wrong, but her nature could no longer be denied. Then Charlotte leaned in, her lips parting a little, her tongue darting out, licking his length. Then her ruby ​​lips reached her head, letting Christopher enjoy the hot furnace that was her mouth. As her tongue massaged his head, Charlotte was using her hands to pump the base, slowly and steadily. She could feel her own arousal building once more as she enjoyed the unique taste in his mouth.

Wanting to taste more of her unique flavor, Charlotte opened her mouth wider and began to shake her head, going a little deeper each time, her flowing blond hair fanning out across her lap, creating an alluring sight. From the grunts coming from the other occupant of the room, Charlotte knew she was headed in the right direction. She was enjoying the thickness and hardness of his cock when she suddenly felt Christopher's hands on top of her head.

When Charlotte felt Christopher's hands pressing her head forward, forcing her to go deeper, she felt a momentary panic, but it dissipated as soon as she came. Her useless resistance crumbled almost instantly as a sudden surge of pleasure hit her body as the portion in her mouth grew larger and larger.

Not wanting to miss the wordless challenge that was blithely posed, Charlotte braced herself as she gripped her thighs for leverage, and began thrusting her head forward, settling his cock into her throat, deeper and deeper. She felt like coughing and gasping, only to be avoided by the thick lump of meat in her throat. Charlotte spasmed and gasped for a few seconds, covering his cock with saliva, then the pressure on her head eased and she pulled away, coughing and breathing. However, her respite proved to be temporary as she felt the pressure on her head once more, the thick piece of meat settling into her mouth once more...

Charlotte had lost track of how many times this had repeated itself, while her attention was firmly focused on how good it felt to lose control like that, being occupied only by her next breath and the thickness of her mouth. Charlotte repeatedly tried, and failed, to bring everything to her mouth and throat, but that failure didn't stop her from trying again and again, another orgasm building in the background.

Then, suddenly, Charlotte felt Christopher's cock shudder inside her mouth before it began to release a thick liquid, filling her mouth with a tasty goo. This proved to be the tipping point for her as she was overcome with the orgasm that shot through her entire body, leaving a shuddering, panting mess behind. Charlotte tried to gather all the secretion with her mouth, but she wasn't prepared for the amount that would be released. Charlotte managed to swallow some, while the rest slipped from her swollen lips, trailing her delicate chin and pooling on her gravity-defying chest.

Suddenly feeling like she'd lost all her energy, her legs crumbling under her, and she would have collapsed if not for some arms around her, pulling her up. Charlotte tried to walk beside him, but her legs weren't up to the task.

Chuckling a little, Christopher suddenly hooked one of his arms under her legs, the other behind her back, and scooped her up, walking slowly towards the stairs.

Charlotte let herself relax in those strong arms, not wanting to do anything else for a moment, tracing the muscles of Christopher's chest with trembling fingers as she rested her head on his shoulder. Charlotte barely noticed when they passed her room and went into the bathroom, listening to the soothing sound of the shower. Charlotte felt him slowly lower his feet to the ground, she mumbled, "I don't want to." But she only got a laugh in response.

Then Charlotte found herself under a relaxed stream of hot water, slowly stroking every part of her body, cleansing her body of oil, sweat, and more. Charlotte felt his hands on her head, slowly massaging her scalp with the help of a generous dose of shampoo. Still feeling a little shaky on her feet as she reached for something to hold on to, Charlotte managed to grab a meaty handle after a blind search, resulting in a low growl of approval from her handler that made her insides tingle with anticipation.

Then, as Christopher's hands roamed her body, Charlotte was slowly starting to pump and tease him. After he was done with her hair, she felt a soapy sponge, aided by a big hand, caressing her entire body. It started on her face, then moved to her neck. Her arousal had already returned when the sponge was slowly tracing circles around her erect nipples, but to her disappointment, they moved quickly to her stomach and back.

Her anticipation was high as Christopher's hands began to approach the precious place between her legs, but to her disappointment, the sponge barely touched her femininity, moving quickly to her toned legs.

"My turn." Charlotte muttered as Christopher began to pull away from her femininity, leaving her aroused and disappointed. Charlotte grabbed the sponge from her hand, slowly massaging her chest with it. Charlotte didn't pay much attention to her upper parts, moving quickly down until she reached his manhood, slowly covering him with soap bubbles, delighted at the way she was twitching. She spent a lot more time than was strictly necessary, repeatedly cleaning each part.

"All clean." Charlotte muttered as she used water to wash away every soap residue. A big smile spread across her face when Charlotte said, "Now it's time to polish." Dropping to her knees, Charlotte took Christopher's manhood into her mouth once more, sucking, nibbling and teasing to her heart's content. She didn't know how much time passed before she felt him spit another load into her mouth. This time, she managed to gather everything in her mouth, swallowing, a big satisfied smile on her face, showing her accomplishment.

Charlotte followed him out of the shower, enjoying the way Christopher slowly caressed her body with a fluffy towel, removing the moisture from her body. Then Charlotte lifted her arms as Christopher pulled a short silk nightgown over her, directing her to the bed.

Then Charlotte felt him pulling away. "Do not go away." Charlotte purred, spreading her legs seductively, showing her womanhood, wet and ready for a long night ahead.

"Not yet." It was Christopher's only response as he tried to pull away.

Charlotte was a little irritated, but before she could insist, her earlier efforts began to affect her. "Not before a goodnight kiss?" Charlotte managed to mutter despite her sudden drowsiness.

Without saying a word, Christopher leaned towards her, catching his lips with hers. Charlotte was enjoying the kiss when she felt his tongue pressing against her lips. Her lips parted reflexively, admitting entry, shivering as he nearly burned her inside, filling her with passion once more…

Then Christopher pulled away from her, leaving her sprawled on the bed, her nightgown rising to her stomach. Taking one last look at the beauty in front of her, Christopher covered her with a blanket, and Charlotte fell asleep before he even left the room.

-ooo-

When Charlotte finally woke up the next morning, she was feeling calmer than she had in a long time. It was as if she had been reborn or a weight she had carried for a long time had been lifted off her shoulders. Charlotte tried to remember the reason for her sudden relaxed attitude...

Then the memories of last night hit her mind like a freight train, leaving her stunned. "Non." Charlotte said, almost indifferently, trying to convince herself that it was all imagination. She started repeating it over and over as she tried to convince herself that the shattered memories of the night before were just a mischievous dream her mind conjured up, but even Christopher's taste was still on her lips... "Non, non, non! " Charlotte cried out repeatedly, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

Her door burst open, letting a visibly panicked Christopher enter. "Charlotte, what's going on, are you hurt?" Christopher asked, concern evident in his tone.

Seeing Christopher's worried face, Charlotte began to cry harder. "Oh Holy Mavis Christopher, I'm sorry, this is all my fault." Charlotte stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I was drunk and my [Worship] just got away from me, got out of my control, please forgive me." Charlotte begged, convinced that everything Christopher did was because of his [Worship]. Charlotte still couldn't remember most of the night, but the conclusion was clear. She must have seduced him into his sinful activities by her [Worship], who was out of control due to her crushed hormones and the large amounts of alcohol she had previously consumed.

Charlotte pressed her hands to her face, not wanting to see an expression full of scorn and hatred on Christopher's face, thinking he would hate her for it. Then she felt a weight next to her and a hand on her shoulder, patting her gently.

"Shhhh." Christopher began to speak. "It's okay, no harm done."

"How can you say that!" Charlotte screamed. "I cheated on my husband and forced you to cheat on your bride. I'm just a really despicable person..."

Christopher gripped Charlotte's shoulder tighter as he spoke, "You just made a momentary error due to unfortunate circumstances caused by alcohol, this is not really your fault."

"It's not my fault?" Charlotte couldn't help repeating it. Deep down, she knew it was her own fault, but she leapt toward his statement like a lifeline, desperate for something to reduce her guilt.

"Of course not, we were drunk. And most importantly, nothing really harmful happened, right? After all, all the things we did don't really count as a betrayal..." His tone was calm and rational, as if Christopher was saying that the sky was blue.

"You're right Christopher, at least we didn't have sex." Charlotte paused for a second, but her tears began to flow once more as she remembered another important point. "But Noah will never see it that way. Noah would think of it as a betrayal and my marriage is over." At this point, Charlotte was almost hysterical.

"Well, does he have to know?" Christopher asked suddenly with a raised eyebrow.

Charlotte stopped short, trying to understand what Christopher had said. "What do you mean?" Charlotte muttered, thinking she didn't understand him correctly.

"Since only the two of us know what happened, I see no reason to destroy two good relationships due to a moment of error." Christopher said with a serious expression. "What do you think?"

Charlotte was paralyzed with indecision. Before that, Charlotte never hid anything important from her husband, but what if it protected her marriage… "I don't know Christopher, I need to think about all this."

"Of course Charlotte, take all the time you need." Christopher said gently.

Charlotte suddenly hugged him, feeling grateful for how understanding Christopher was acting despite the fact that his marriage was at risk as much as hers, all because of her slip. "Thank you, Christopher." Charlotte muttered as she squeezed him tightly.

"Don't think anything, Charlotte." Christopher replied as he patted her back. "Then let me leave you to your thoughts." said Christopher, walking towards the door. "I'll be downstairs if you need someone to talk to." With that, Christopher turned and left the room, leaving her to her thoughts.