Vermillion Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Shell Cottage; Charlotte's Little Adventures. (Part 002)

It had been two days since Charlotte lost control of her [Adoration], but no matter how hard she tried, her mind was still a complete mess.

Charlotte was still shocked at the extent of her loss of control, just because there was a little too much wine and a few nights of lost intimacy. And because of that, her whole life was on the brink of ruin.

Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. She needed to stop being so selfish, after all, Charlotte wasn't the only one involved in this issue. Whatever was her decision, it would also affect Christopher's life, perhaps even worse than hers. But despite this, Christopher managed to stand firm and was noble enough to leave the decision to her alone. Steadying herself, she made a decision, she wasn't going to say anything, at least for Christopher's sake, though she wasn't exactly keen on hiding things from her husband.

However, making a decision wasn't enough to clear her mind. Feeling that a bath might be helpful in refreshing her mind, Charlotte removed her nightgown as she headed for the bathroom. That was enough initially, but as she relaxed, her mind drifted to the events of that night. Charlotte remembered how Christopher's hands gently caressed every part of her body, sometimes with a sponge, sometimes naked. Charlotte was reminded of her own 'revenge', how she fell to her knees, ending up offering oral sex, even swallowing... To make matters worse, she recalled in detail the sense of accomplishment she felt when she managed to swallow all the thick load of Christopher's babies mass against the background of a lot of blurred activity. That and last night's kiss...

Sensing that specific emotions were firing, Charlotte stepped out of the shower in a panic, trying to distract herself from those thoughts. And to make matters worse, it wasn't that she found herself reminiscing about these events, her mind repeatedly touching certain parts of the events despite her newly depressed state. Charlotte tried to convince herself that these memories were driven by guilt, but even to her ears, it seemed unbelievable.

"Maybe a walk outdoors can help me?" Charlotte muttered to herself as she pulled on a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, walking out of the house.

Charlotte had only taken a few steps when she noticed a low noise in the background, approaching quickly. For a second, Charlotte mentally cursed herself for her carelessness to forget her wand and rely too heavily on wards, thinking that whatever the source, it must be hostile. When she was about to head back to her house, however, she saw a rather familiar figure on top of a motorcycle.

"Hi Charlotte." said Christopher, with a big smile on his face. He was wearing a leather jacket and a black t-shirt, along with a pair of threadbare jeans.

Charlotte tried to slow her panicked breathing, even trying to convince herself that the increase in her heart rate was due to her panic, and it had nothing to do with Christopher's impressive appearance on a motorcycle. "Hey Christopher, what are you doing in this?" Charlotte asked, thinking it would be the best topic of conversation for the immediate future.

"Well, I found I'm a bit of a speed fanatic, so whenever I have some free time, I just travel, whether it's my motorcycle or my broom." Christopher explained, his face still red from the trip. "On second thought you look a little depressed, want to join me for a quick walk?"

Charlotte seriously considered rejecting the offer. After all, the last thing she needed was prolonged contact with Christopher, but coming home only to suffer under the oppressive atmosphere was even less appealing. "Of course Christopher, why not?" Charlotte responded, the urge to leave growing stronger by the second.

"Of course, just be still for a second." said Christopher.

"Because?" Charlotte said, but she felt heat spread through her body suddenly. Out of reflex, she looked down, only to see she'd been through a thorough overhaul. Instead of wearing a baggy T-shirt, she was dressed in a tight red tank top and a brown leather jacket. His sweatpants and slippers were replaced by leather pants and combat boots. However, covered in these tight clothes, she was suddenly very aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. Charlotte froze for a second, trying to decide whether asking Christopher to conjure a pair or forgoing them was less embarrassing, half distracted by his impressive display of wandless magic. After all, transfiguring something other people wore was much more difficult than doing it with your own clothes, as the target's magic usually interfered enough to destroy the spell's matrix.

Charlotte was about to say that she was going to visit the house for a few moments, wanting to put on some panties, when Christopher patted the backseat, saying "Climb up."

Still a little dazzled, Charlotte followed his lead, her scheme of purchasing an underwear momentarily forgotten. When she remembered, it was too late. Before she could say anything, Christopher turned the ignition, walking out of the garden, the motorcycle's engines roaring. As they walked out of the garden, Charlotte felt herself relax, her first time on a motorcycle proving enough to distract her from her worries, enjoying her first time riding a bike as they drove without haste.

Then they hit the highway, the experience completely changing. Panic was the dominant emotion at first for Charlotte, begging Christopher to slow down. Her actions were completely opposite. Instead of slowing down, her speed increased, easily overtaking every vehicle on the road. It didn't take Charlotte long to realize that her pleas were in vain, so she stopped begging and concentrated on the road, her arms around Christopher tightening. Though she blushed a little when she realized that her T-shirt was proving to be an inadequate container for her erect, aroused nipples as they rubbed Christopher's back, causing familiar shivers all over his body.

It didn't take Charlotte long to get the panic back, after all, Christopher was a serious Ulbraxial player with high-speed situational awareness. And, as far as Charlotte could see, driving on a highway was much simpler than flying at high speed while she tried to avoid flying deadly balls. With her safety concerns resolved, she focused on enjoying the experience, applauding every time they passed a motorcycle or sports car. However, among all these new sensations, she didn't notice that her body was heating up once more.

Charlotte was a little surprised when Christopher suddenly left the busy highway, turned onto an isolated side road, and a few seconds later came to a complete stop. "Christopher, why are we stopping here?" Charlotte said.

Christopher turned to her and spoke happily. "Well, since you were enjoying the ride so much, I thought you might like to try driving. Would you?"

"Of course." Charlotte said with a huge smile plastered on her face, bouncing in excitement, forgetting for a moment that she was braless, her chest rippling, creating a highly appetizing scene, especially for Christopher.

"Okay, so let me explain how things work." Christopher began by giving a quick rundown of the basics of driving and safety. Fortunately, most of the routine activities were being done by the incantations on it, making the introduction relatively straightforward.

Charlotte sat in the driver's seat, leaning forward, the joyous emotion quite plain on her face. Charlotte waited until Christopher sat in the backseat, gripping his waist to steady himself. Charlotte started to breathe a little faster, but she attributed it to the thrill of riding a motorcycle. Charlotte turned on the ignition, hands on fists, and began accelerating. For the first few hundred yards, her steering was a little shaky, but she quickly gained proficiency as the roads flew under her tires. Soon, she was accelerating for over fifty miles, despite the fact that the road was more than a little bumpy.

Charlotte felt Christopher's arms tighten around her after a particularly unpleasant jolt, making her shiver, too hard to blame the emotion of the bike. To make matters worse, she realized that driving on a bumpy road had some interesting side effects, the vibrations traveling through her body were triggering her instincts in a way she hadn't expected. Christopher's close presence wasn't exactly helping either, his half-erect manhood pressing happily against her ass. Charlotte tried to move a little, trying to get away, but the only thing she could do was wake him up suddenly, and now his full erection was pressing into her back.

Charlotte cursed herself for not realizing sooner, at least she could have gotten back on the highway. Charlotte tried to filter out all these sensations, but it proved to be an exercise in futility, her arousal continued to build. Charlotte was taking the road closest to the highway, wanting to get off the bumpy road as quickly as possible. However, it soon became clear to her that she would not be able to hold onto the highway. To make matters worse, she leaked out of her [Adoration] one more time, if Christopher's barely perceptible hip movements were any indicator.

Feeling that she needed to resolve her situation as quickly as possible, Charlotte began looking for a suitable location. She stopped when she saw a small wood, thick enough to block her view. Charlotte walked into the woods, saying she needed a little break, disappearing before she could hear Christopher's response.

"Jackpot." Charlotte whispered when she saw a rock big enough to sit on, surrounded by trees and bushes enough to block it from any outside observers. With an almost hungry expression on her face, Charlotte unzipped her jacket and pulled off her leather pants, revealing her swollen femininity. Charlotte began stroking her petals enthusiastically, her other hand slowly teasing her breasts through her thin tank top, steadily rising toward her orgasm.

However, a few minutes later, Charlotte had an unwelcome insight. She was unable to achieve release, no matter how furiously she rubbed herself or how quickly his fingers plunged inside her, massaging her insides. However, she didn't admit defeat for nearly a quarter of an hour, only pausing when she heard Christopher call out to her, apparently worried about her long disappearance. Charlotte hastily tugged at her pants, not wanting to be caught, or at least that's what she repeated to herself in her mind, over and over again, trying to stop herself from imagining Christopher tripping over her by accident. Charlotte started walking back to Christopher, trying to suppress her sudden excitement. Her jacket, however, was still open, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Hi Charlotte, are you alright?" Christopher asked. "You've been gone for a while, I was starting to worry."

"Sorry to worry you, but I'm fine." said Charlotte, taking a long breath. "Can we go home, am I getting a little hungry?" Charlotte continued, her attention focused on trying to suppress her desire.

"Of course, jump and hold on tight." Christopher said, getting into full swing as soon as he felt her arms around his chest.

For Charlotte, the way back was a special kind of hell, each bump, each crack in the road making her body ache for a release she wasn't able to reach, especially worse since her body was prepared for a release that she did. wasn't really able to hit. But somehow she managed to hold on until she got home, but it was so bad that as soon as she got to her house, she ran upstairs, not saying a word to Christopher.

Charlotte stripped every garment off her body as she entered the room and lay down on the bed, strumming furiously, trying to get over the edge. However, she still wasn't able to find relief when Christopher knocked on her door nearly thirty minutes later, calling her to lunch. Reluctantly, Charlotte donned a loose sundress, completely forgoing underwear. She knew that with her entire body aching with arousal, wearing any underwear or tight clothes would be torture. It was revealing more cleavage than she would normally be comfortable wearing, but she was in no condition to care about that at the moment.

When Charlotte reached the kitchen table, she saw a large pitcher of iced tea in the middle of the table. After all, she drank a large glass quickly, not only thirsty but also quite hot, and thought the cold drink would be very useful. Charlotte found the taste a little bitter, but not too unpleasant. Still thirsty, she drained another glass very quickly.

"Wow, slow down a bit." Christopher said as he entered the room with a small smile, carrying a glass platter filled with fried fish fillet and bacon stuffed potatoes. "This is Long Island iced tea, and it's heavier than it tastes."

"Are you alcoholic?" Charlotte asked curiously, with a touch of surprise in her tone. Normally, she would have panicked after the wine fiasco, but since it tasted quite soft, she decided it wouldn't be so bad. After all, it couldn't be heavy if they call it iced tea. So she sat down and devoured 'some fish and lots of stuffed potatoes, accompanied by more than one glass of cocktail.

-ooo-

Half an hour later, they were in the living room, like everyone else, lazy after lunch. Christopher was sitting in an armchair, reading a book, while Charlotte was lying on the couch, feeling a little dizzy for some reason. To make matters worse, her entire body was still ravaged by sweet pain, the result of her unsuccessful attempts to climax. Charlotte wanted nothing more than to go to her room to try one more time, but she feared it would be unbearably sad if she didn't make it one more time.

Then her eyes fell on Christopher, who was reading a book without a care in the world. For some reason, Christopher's calm began to touch her nerves, arising from the contrast to her own situation, which was quite restless and uncomfortable. A predatory smile spread across her face when Charlotte decided to make him squirm a little.

With her plan shrewdly planned out in her mind, Charlotte untied three top buttons on her dress, parting the two sides a little to create an eye-catching vision. Her cleavage was already the limit of the indecent, thanks to the sheer size of her breasts and the fit of her dress, but now no fabric obstructs the view of the valley of her breast, and even her nipples were barely covered by the fabric of her dress. In the next step, Charlotte began to slide her skirt up a little, enough to show most of her milky thighs. Charlotte held back for a second, making sure there wasn't anything too revealing, then she started to loosen her grip on her [Worship] to make Christopher even more difficult to maintain control. "Christopher, could you be a sweetheart and bring me another glass of your delicious iced tea?" Charlotte said, almost whimpering.

Charlotte watched with satisfaction as Christopher's eyes fixed on her body for several seconds, the growth of his manhood apparent through his loose shorts. Charlotte smiled as Christopher slowly rose, bringing her a glass.

"Thank you, Christopher." Charlotte said with a seductive smile as she lifted her head slightly, not bothering to change her lying position, taking a big gulp, letting a generous amount of liquid escape her lips, soaking her breast. Charlotte gasped, not expecting the cold liquid to affect her so much. Meanwhile, the liquid managed to soak a significant part of her dress, causing it to cling to her magnificent breasts, practically destroying whatever coverage her breasts had at the time. Charlotte should have noticed that she went too far when she saw a spark in Christopher's eyes, but she didn't realize the significance of these signs in her current state, therefore, caught off guard by Christopher's subsequent actions.

Without asking, Christopher suddenly reached out and pulled her legs a little and sat up, placing them in his lap, starting to speak before Charlotte could say anything. "You looked a little uncomfortable since the walk Charlotte, probably stiff after the walk." said Christopher, his hands already on her feet, rubbing them slowly. Christopher continued, interrupting Charlotte, who was trying to gain any word equally. "I think a massage would be very helpful in helping you relax, not to mention other benefits." For the next two minutes, Christopher spoke monotonously about the benefits of massage, interrupting Charlotte whenever she tried to speak.

Charlotte felt an enigma. At first, she was adamant about stopping him, thinking a massage was going a little too far, not wanting a repeat of the last accident. But a couple of minutes under her slow caress went a long way to erode her resolve. Every touch on her body made her relax a little more. She decided to shut up and enjoy Christopher's hands slowly sliding over her legs, turning her into a mass, after all, now that she knew the risks, she would be able to resist easily.

When Christopher finished her thighs and moved to her stomach, her eyelids started to feel a little heavy. Charlotte was barely conscious when she felt a sudden chill spread across her chest, waking her with a shock.

"Oops, how reckless of me." said Christopher, a huge smile on her face, but for some reason her smile was making her a little excited, like a gazelle in front of a lion. "Let me help you clean up." Christopher continued, suddenly pulling her dress down, leaving her breasts and stomach bare. "We need to clean up before it evaporates, or you're going to get all sticky, and we don't want that, right?" Christopher explained in a mocking tone, then began to lean towards her chest with his lips parted.

"What?!" Charlotte said, ready to scold him for his unacceptable behavior, but a finger gently landing on her lips stopped her from her speech. Charlotte felt Christopher's lips land on the valley between her breasts, capturing the collected drops of liquid. Taken aback by her actions, all ideas of resistance were momentarily forgotten as her greedy lips slid down to her stomach, catching every drop of drink that had accumulated on her flat stomach, marking its path with kisses.

"Christopher, we can't do this!" Charlotte said, her voice trembling. "That's too…" Charlotte started to say, but her words were cut off in sharp ways with a rush of pleasure as Christopher's lips covered the tip of her breast, his teeth nipping at her erect nipple. Charlotte couldn't help but cry out, a unique pleasure spreading through her body. She momentarily lost her ability to speak when Christopher's mouth tightened on her breasts, continuing his relentless attack.

Charlotte finally managed to find her voice only after Christopher walked away. "Christopher, we can't do this, it's wrong!" Charlotte muttered, but her words lacked their earlier heat, reduced to meaningless noise.

"What are we doing, Charlotte?" said Christopher, his expression making Charlotte's heart pound wildly. "I'm just helping you wipe some tea off your body, after all, you don't want to be known as a dirty girl, right?"

"No, I'm not a dirty girl." Charlotte said, gasping once more as Christopher poured a little more drink on her, this time on her pretty neck.

"Well, let's clean you up properly then." Christopher said with a huge smile, slowly moving up, kissing every part of her neck.

Her resistance evaporated, Charlotte just stood there, letting him kiss her neck, moving up her chin, leaning on her lips. Her eyes were closed in anticipation, her lips ready to meet Christopher's. Charlotte could feel the caress of his breath on her lips, making her arousal rise a little more with each touch. However, the kiss she had been waiting for so eagerly did not arrive. Charlotte opened her eyes, wanting to see what was going on. Charlotte saw him hovering in front of her, looking into her eyes, their lips close enough to almost touch.

"Maybe we should stop here, Charlotte?" Christopher spoke slowly in a soft voice. "After all, we don't want to cheat on our spouses, right?" However, Christopher didn't move away from his position, his lips still parted by a hair, making Charlotte's entire body ache with desire.

Charlotte has never felt so conflicted in her life. She knew the situation wasn't like last time, where she lost all control of her [Worship]. This time, as distracted as she was, she was still aware of her situation and what it would mean to continue. And the fact that she was sitting there, trying to decide whether or not she was cheating on her husband, it hurt. However, her aching body was hurting too, in a more immediate way. Charlotte knew she didn't feel like backing down after that point. She made a decision.

"We've already decided that the things we've done don't count as cheating, right?" Charlotte spoke, perfectly aware of the hypocrisy of her own words, but too far away to really care.

"Exactly." said Christopher, his predatory smile wide open, enjoying his prey's submission.

Charlotte stood still as Christopher closed the last bit of distance between them, her tongue darting out to meet his, the last of her worries melting under a searing kiss. Christopher's hands roamed her upper body, caressing the most sensitive parts of her body. Charlotte could feel herself slipping away, losing the last remnants of his hold on her [Adoration], burning him fully for the first time in his life. Charlotte feared the worst when she felt him stiffen, that Christopher would fall under the control of her [Worship] and act like a statue, as any other man did whenever his control of his [Worship] when she accidentally slipped. Despite the earlier resistance Christopher had shown, she didn't expect him to resist her [Adoration] completely from a point-blank range.

That's why Charlotte was surprised when Christopher started kissing her once more. A few seconds later, she corrected herself, Christopher wasn't just kissing her, Christopher was almost devouring her lips, his hands getting more and more rough. But despite the sudden change, Charlotte felt no panic, she was all she was supposed to be. Then he backed away from her, grabbing her dress and ripping it open with one swift motion, leaving her in his naked glory.

Without wasting a second, Christopher brought his mouth to her pussy, his tongue darting out to steal a taste, enjoying it if his growl of approval was any indicator. Charlotte began to shiver with excitement as she felt his breath, slowly caressing her folds. Then she felt his lips, kissing slowly up and down, his tongue darting out to flick her slit. Charlotte tried to contain her voice, but when she felt Christopher's tongue slowly massaging her nub, the last barrier that kept her from screaming dispersed, her moans filling the entire room. In her hypersensitive state, it wasn't long before her entire body began to shake as her juices flowed, allowing Christopher to taste her.

"Tasty." Christopher grunted as he stood up, his pants falling to reveal his cock in all its magnificence and dominance. Christopher didn't wait for Charlotte to compose herself before lining up his cock in front of her face while Charlotte lay on her back, her body limp. "Open your mouth." Christopher ordered.

Charlotte opened her mouth before she could think about it, doing nothing as Christopher grabbed her head and pushed his cock inside her swollen lips. What followed could best be described as face-fuck, where Christopher was pumping his hips forward, over and over again, forcing his flesh into his throat as Charlotte gasped and gasped, breaching his mouth completely, and Charlotte was enjoying every second. from that. Contrary to her expectation, Charlotte was getting turned on by the loss of control, her hands massaging her breasts for extra stimulation as Christopher shamelessly thrust into her mouth. Losing herself with pleasure, she was a little surprised when Christopher pulled away, spraying her face with his juices.

Then Christopher was hovering over her breasts once more, biting and sucking as her fingers plunged into her femininity. Charlotte was lost almost instantly, Christopher's fingers pushing at her the last stretch, letting her climax once more.

Meanwhile, Christopher was ready once more, taking a similar position, this time his cock was lodged in the valley of her breast, the soft flesh of her breasts enveloping him as Christopher began to pump...

From that point on, everything started to blur, a tangled mess of a memory full of sucking, licking, biting and scraping... At one point, Charlotte even remembered to lick chocolate syrup from various parts of her body, um a favor that Christopher repaid with honey…

When they were both exhausted, she collapsed onto her bed, a bed Charlotte didn't remember moving, Charlotte snuggled into his arms, making him hug her, the weight around her body making her feel. hold while losing consciousness.

-ooo-

Charlotte's eyes fluttered a little as the late-morning sun shone down on them, but she resisted the urge to open them in an attempt to enjoy the heat enveloping her body. It had been a long time since she had been able to reach the relaxed state she was in and had every intention of fully enjoying it. She could feel his chest pressing into her back, her bruised skin aching a little, but not enough to make her loosen.

However, a scream that echoed down the hall woke her, adrenaline and fear coursing through her body. "Charlotte dear, I'm home!" She screamed a male voice, a male voice that she recognized as the voice of her husband, Noah Bilius Brains, changing her state from cozy and sleepy to awake and in complete panic.

Charlotte tried to get up, but the arms around her kept her from doing just that. "Christopher, wake up, Noah, it's here." Charlotte said, sinking her fingers into Christopher's balls to secure his attention, jerking him awake from his slumbering state. "Hurry up, hide somewhere." Charlotte said before Christopher could say anything. Charlotte could hear her husband's footsteps slowly approaching.

Christopher stood up, but instead of going alone as Charlotte had expected, he grabbed her hand, pulling her with him as he went into the wardrobe, closing the door behind them, barely fitting into the enclosed space.

When Charlotte finally got over her shock enough to think coherently, Charlotte was already inside the closet, listening to Noah's footsteps as he walked across the room. Charlotte heard Noah say, "Huh, she's not here, maybe she went shopping or something."

"Well this is a tight fit." said Christopher, looking around. It was a big understatement. The wardrobe was small enough, and with the dresses pressing against their bodies, there was barely room for the two of them to get up, with only a small space left between them.

"Christopher, what the hell!" Charlotte said, her anger evident though it only came out in a whisper. "Why did you pull me here?"

"Well…" said Christopher. "I thought you didn't want to explain this to your husband, but maybe you thought wrong?" Christopher continued, his fingers lightly stroking her shoulder.

The heat that awakened at her touch was almost enough to hamper her reasoning once more, causing her to take a deep breath to regain her composure before she could even look at what Christopher was pointing to. Looking down, she noticed that her body was full of different marks: bruises, bites, scratches, hickeys… her appearance shocked her enough to keep her silent until Christopher spoke once more.

"But maybe you want to explain this to your husband." said Christopher, her hand slowly stroking a bite mark on her shoulder, put up as an answer when Charlotte sank her fingers into his arms as she shuddered under another orgasm last night. "Or maybe this one?" Christopher kept talking, moving towards a red spot on her neck, it occurred as her hands wrapped around his manhood, pumping slowly as Christopher rose from his chest to his lips. "Who knows this one then?" Christopher said again, his hands slowly sliding towards her chest, passing the places where her fingers left their mark yesterday when...

Charlotte just stood there, her shock slowly being replaced by arousal as her mind became overloaded with memories of the night before. Several times, Charlotte opened her mouth, trying to say something, but no words came out as Christopher's hands slowly roamed over her body, touching the marks on her body, reminding her of the things that should be left forgotten, for her sake. married.

Charlotte finally found her voice when she saw him leaning toward her, his lips parted. "Christopher, we can't do this." Charlotte whispered.

Christopher smiled a little and spoke with absolute confidence, not even deigning to stop his slow descent. "How about you push me back if you're serious, just a little push, and I'll just stop..."

Charlotte put her hands on her body, intending to push him away as he said, but her resistance gave way once more when she felt Christopher's skin under her palms, sweaty under the pressure. Her lips found hers, their bodies crushing together in a warm embrace.

Charlotte melts like hot butter as Christopher's arms go around her once more, each twitch of her lips sending shivers through her body. Then Charlotte felt something pressing down on her femininity, a way she'd become quite familiar over the past few days. A part of herself screamed to take the final step and let him sink inside her, but this time, the winner was her rational side, and she stopped herself from taking that step. However, not even she knew it came from her reluctance, her desire not to completely cheat on her husband, or fear of losing control of her voice and being caught in the act. But no matter the reason, she decided not to go with it. Pulling back a little, "Not that." Charlotte said, knowing Christopher would understand what she meant.

A different expression appeared on Christopher's face, but it faded into an amused calm before she could identify it. "As you wish, my princess." Christopher whispered. "But you will need to take responsibility for this." said Christopher as he grabbed her manhood, pushing between her thighs. "I think you deserve a massage, don't I?"

Protesting or asking Christopher to stop didn't cross her mind as Charlotte let him pump his shaft between her legs, Christopher's hands once again massaging her breasts, leaving some fresh marks, white mixed with red. Charlotte barely registered, her attention was completely captivated by her cock, slowly rubbing her inner thighs, making her feel dizzy. Then her manhood slipped a little, rubbing the underside of her petals, but he pulled away before she could say anything, only to repeat a few seconds later the same action again. "Christopher, be careful!" Charlotte whispered in panic, feeling alarmed. And not because she feared that Christopher would disregard her wishes, she trusted himself in his current state, knowing that Christopher would follow her words. Charlotte truly feared losing the last vestiges of her inhibition.

And her fear was becoming a reality. Christopher's accidental touches got longer, and the time between them got shorter. Despite her worries, Charlotte was getting closer and closer to her release, any words of protest ruled out...

Then, to her chagrin, Christopher stopped suddenly and pulled away from her, leaving her panting and panting, but without the feeling of her sweet release. "Why the hell did you stop!?" Charlotte screamed.

An amused expression crossed her face as Christopher pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her before he opened the closet door and pointed to the bed where her husband lay on his back, sleeping. Charlotte froze in shock once more, realizing how close she had come to being caught.

Christopher grabbed her arm and directed her to the door. Charlotte didn't protest as she followed him toward the living room. One look around the room and another wave of panic spread through her as she looked around the room, which looked like a war zone. Half of the furniture has been moved, some of it damaged, some fragile decorations fallen to the floor, shattered.

And those were the bland details. Her dress was still lying on the floor, torn along its length. Next to it were Christopher's clothes, his shirt buttons everywhere. And to top it all off, there were several white spots, their smell left no doubt about what they were...

Charlotte took a minute to relax a little. Since her husband wasn't acting like an angry dragon, Charlotte made sure he walked through the room and went straight upstairs. They dodged disaster by just a hair's breadth. "Christopher, we can't do this anymore." said Charlotte, afraid of almost getting caught pushing her to that decision. But when Charlotte said that, she felt her chest ache, as if something was being ripped open full force.

Christopher just looked at her with an expression she couldn't decipher, silent for a few seconds, then Christopher nodded slowly and said, "As you wish, my princess." Then he waved his wand once, all the furniture taking up its original positions, looking untouched once more. Even her dress was fixed.

Charlotte paused for a moment to admire his impressive display of skill and control as Christopher mended the entire room with a flick of his wand. Even for her, it would be tiring work that would take minutes and dozens of spells. Then she remembered a critical detail, they were both completely naked and standing in the middle of her living room. Charlotte bent to pick up the dress, but Christopher stopped before she could put it on. "Because?" Charlotte asked, confused.

"I don't think you want your 'husband' to see those marks all over your beautiful body in that dress, am I right?" Christopher said in a mocking tone, especially when he emphasized the word husband.

Looking at her body once more, she shook her head, her face aflame. Her body state was like a written and signed statement of guilt, confessing every act she had committed during the past night.

"Come on, lie down so we can fix this." said Christopher, his wand still clutched in his hands.

"All right." Charlotte muttered, following his words without even thinking about it. Charlotte was lying on her back, her bruised nipples pointing upwards.

"Let's start." Christopher whispered in a voice that reminded Charlotte of the last time she had been in a similar position, lying on the couch while Christopher was above her, about to caress her body. But before she could say anything, Christopher's hands were on her once more, slowly stroking each bruise for long seconds before finally casting a healing spell, slowly healing the target. Charlotte tried to make him go faster, but Christopher claimed he wasn't familiar enough with healing spells to be able to go faster with ease. Charlotte knew it was a bad excuse, but she was reluctant to say it to Christopher. When he moved to her breasts, his self-control was starting to wrack. When his hands were on her inner thighs, the only thing that kept her from giving him the earlier reprimand she'd given him, she didn't want to take a step back from her posture.

When Christopher's hands began stroking her bottom, she lay on the couch for over two hours, writhing under Christopher's touch, on the verge of an orgasm that wasn't to come. As Christopher fixed the last marks on her body, Charlotte writhed in pleasure, ready to pounce on Christopher once more. But her actions quickly thwarted her plans.

"All done." said Christopher in an overly enthusiastic tone that is more suited to an over-eager preschool teacher. "How about you wake your husband up for lunch?" said Christopher, leaving her alone before waiting for an answer.

Charlotte growled as she watched him go, her instincts screaming to go after him, push him to the ground and ride him until they both collapsed from exhaustion. But Charlotte somehow managed to steady herself. After all, her husband was here. At least that's what she was trying to convince herself of.

-ooo-

"Good afternoon dear." Charlotte said as she pulled on her husband's pants, hoping to get intimate with him. She knew that Noah was normally reluctant to have sex during the day, but Charlotte hoped that being apart for so long would change his daytime sex ideals a little. Charlotte started to climb into her lap, shaking him awake.

However, the first words that came out of her mouth managed to destroy all her expectations. "Charlotte, what the hell do you think you're doing!" Noah said, pushing her back a little hard. "Get off me, it's still sunny!"

Not expecting Noah to actually push her, Charlotte stumbled backward, only a last-minute grab keeping her from falling backwards. 'I shouldn't be rejected like that, you and my husband Noah and you still treat me like that? Christopher would never do that…' Charlotte thought making a special effort to stop that train of thought, she didn't want to travel that road.

Before she could say anything, Noah spoke once more. "And change your clothes, these clothes are very revealing for a married woman, you are not a woman of the night." Noah said as he closed the bathroom door, leaving Charlotte in the bedroom, shaking with frustration and anger at being rejected and insulted like that.

Charlotte just stood there, taking a deep breath to calm herself, then quickly changed clothes, replacing her sundress with a classic robe after pulling on a pair of panties. Then she left the room, no longer wanting to be in the same room when Noah finished showering. In her current state, she wasn't sure if she would be able to stop herself from yelling at her husband.

Wandering aimlessly, Charlotte found herself in the kitchen, watching as Christopher moved through the kitchen with an ease that is hard to replicate, preparing yet another delicious meal. Charlotte watched his back for a while, not knowing what to feel, then walked into the living room, not wanting to be caught in yet another intimate moment with Christopher. Charlotte didn't know she had the power to resist Christopher once more. So she sat in her favorite chair, trying not to compare the memories of her wild night and the charged but tender, loving touches of Christopher with the cold, disdainful attitude of her ignorant husband...

Christopher's call to lunch provided the distraction she was looking for from following that mental path. But it still took her a minute to compose herself, and when she went to the table, Noah was already there, devouring the food Christopher had prepared. Charlotte sat down after filling a plate for herself, eating without saying a word. Charlotte didn't know what to say.

"So Christopher, how was your stay here? Did Charlotte do her proper hostess duties?" Noah asked between two bites.

"Thanks for asking this Noah, Charlotte was just excellent." Christopher said with a small smile. His voice dropped a little like he was delivering a joke and in a way he kind of was when he said, "Charlotte was a fantastic hostess, doing her best to satisfy me."

Charlotte froze in shock after hearing her clear insinuation, but thankfully Noah lost his true meaning, busy with his food. Charlotte glared at Christopher, only to receive a soft smile in return.

"So Christopher, how long are you staying?" Noah kept saying between two more bites.

"Well Noah, actually I was thinking of leaving today or early tomorrow morning. I think I've already bothered you two enough. I decided to stay in a hotel east of here, from what I could tell it's a very quiet place."

"You are always welcome here, you don't have to leave." Charlotte interrupted quickly, realizing what she said only after she left her lips.

"Thanks, but I really don't want to impose anymore." Christopher replied.

Charlotte's eyes bored into him, trying to understand what Christopher was thinking. Intellectually, she was relaxed because he was leaving, but her mixed feelings were saying something different.

For Charlotte, the rest of lunch was torture. With Noah more focused on the food than her and Christopher choosing to remain silent, thoughts of her were totally on her dilemma, the food turning to ash in her mouth.

Charlotte didn't say a word as Christopher used a [Salire Auferetur] away, trying to figure out why she felt like someone had cut a piece of her heart.

When lunch was over, Noah just got up and left the table, leaving the dishes untouched, just assuming she would clean up as usual. "Noah, could you help me with the dishes?" Charlotte asked.

"No way woman, that's your job to take care of the house, not mine." Noah said quickly with a frown on his face, leaving the room.

Charlotte stayed behind in silence, a little puzzled. True, she always did the dishes, or cooked the meals, or cleaned the house… But after seeing Christopher do it all without a hitch, the contrast was more than a little irritating to Charlotte.

For the rest of the day, she was confused and miserable. She couldn't help comparing every thing her husband did to Christopher's actions, finding him needy despite the fact that the act of comparing the two made her feel guilty. And the constant ache in her body, craving another explosive orgasm wasn't helping her state of mind. She wanted to attack almost everything Noah said, only his fault keeping her from exploding.

Toward the end of the night, she managed to convince herself that her foul mood was due to her aroused state and nothing more. So she went upstairs, showered and dressed in one of her best nightgowns, a thin one, sheer enough to show off the panties she wore underneath, waiting for her husband to show up.

Charlotte waited half an hour for boredom to set in. She went downstairs, hoping to entice him with her clothes as she did Christopher with his sundress, resulting in Christopher ripping her dress and… Charlotte shook her head, distracting herself from that mischievous line of thought. This road leads to some very dangerous places.

But Charlotte found a note in her husband's place, saying he went to Ponta da Daga for a quick drink with friends. "That miserable fucking bastard!" Charlotte exclaimed loudly, annoyed that her husband preferred drinking with friends to his super hot wife, despite not having had any intimate time for over two months. With a huff, she climbed back up the stairs, pulled on a robe and began to read a book.

-ooo-

It was already two in the morning when Charlotte heard the noise of something burning, followed by a slurred, confused exclamation of "Charlotte dear! I'm home!" Several seconds later, her husband was inside the room.

"You reek of beer, smoke and sweat, go take a shower." Charlotte said, her nose wrinkling a little at the strong smell of beer, mixed with sweat and smoke.

"Don't be like… like this!" Noah muttered drunkenly, the words barely legible from his inebriated state. Noah started fiddling with his belt and said, "Let's have some fun, honey!"

"No." Charlotte said, repulsed by Noah's scent and attitude. "You'll go to bed and then sleep, and that's only after taking a shower."

"Oh honey, don't be like that." Noah said, muttering as he tried to get closer to her.

"No, Noah, I don't want this, just go away." Charlotte said, but Noah was getting closer. However, she started to get furious when he started to grope her, and he did something she thought he would never do, she hit him with her [Adoration] at the most, leaving him slack-jawed, caught in his imagination.

Charlotte got up and dropped her nightgown, and put on a regular robe. Then she scribbled a quick note saying she was going to her parents' house for a family emergency and will be back in a few days, knowing that if she saw Noah's face in the morning, it wouldn't end well.

Charlotte walked downstairs, her mood worsening with every step. The ache in her body, which was almost relieved, was aroused by the explosion of attraction she used, forcing her to fight her desires. She was about to use the Vine of Portals to go to her parents' house when she noticed a card lying on the floor. Charlotte took it, checking what it was. 'Scaly Dragon Deversorium' it said, with a number, 1412, written on its bottom.

Charlotte knew enough of ancient languages ​​to know that 'Deversorium' meant hotel, and number 1412 was the room number. Making a snap decision, Charlotte used a [Salire Auferetur] for the address on the card, then entered. Charlotte noticed that a few men watched her intently as she walked towards the elevator, but a low dose of her charm proved enough to disorient the only person who tried to talk to her, probably trying to prevent her from entering because of her current clothes. Wrapped in a cloak, she was not the best example of blending in.

After a short elevator ride, she found herself in front of Room 1412. Charlotte stopped in front of the door, suddenly feeling reluctant. After all, she couldn't have any rationalizations about coming here. She wasn't drunk, she wasn't surprised, she wasn't being forced or being controlled to come here. And now she was standing in front of the bedroom door of a man who occupied her thoughts more than her husband, trying to decide whether to take the last step or not…

-ooo-

Charlotte wasn't sure how long she stood in front of the door, her determination wavering as her mind imagined various answers. She imagined herself in front of the wrong room, she imagined Christopher openly laughing at her presumption of being there, she imagined him already with another woman inside, angry at her for disturbing them. She also didn't want to think about why that last scene made her heart clench painfully.

"Come on girl, make up your mind soon!" Charlotte whispered to herself. "Go to bed with Christopher or get the hell out of here." Charlotte wasn't sure what she was going to do until her hand rose almost by itself and knocked on the door. Hearing no response, Charlotte knocked again after waiting a moment, louder this time, but again there was no response. Charlotte was feeling dejected and was about to use a [Salire Auferetur] when she heard a familiar male voice shouting, "I'm coming, just wait a sec!" Hearing this, Charlotte waited, feeling strangely happy to see the door open, revealing Christopher Bharash Redfield, half-naked and wet, covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey Charlotte, what a surprise to find you here on my doorstep." said Christopher, but there was no trace of surprise on his face. "Are you going in?" Christopher said, moving a little to the side to let her pass.

Charlotte hesitated a little, suddenly plagued by doubts about her course of action, wondering what exactly she wanted here, but it wasn't enough to stop her from her fate. Without saying a word, Charlotte walked in, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. It was much nicer than any hotel she'd seen so far, a grand entrance connected to a bedroom as far as she could see. Each furniture has been tastefully chosen, creating a modern yet calm atmosphere, supported by the paintings of rivers and forests hanging on the walls. Not knowing what to say, she busied herself scanning the room while trying to think of something.

"So what brings you to my humble and temporary abode?" said Christopher, pulling Charlotte's attention back to him.

Returning to the voice, Charlotte noticed that Christopher had exchanged his towel for a pair of black boxer briefs, but apparently he chose not to wear anything else, a few errant drops of water still clinging to his body. The scars and bruises on her body caught her attention, occasional old scars from war mixed with more recent marks inflicted by her on their date, making him strangely attractive in a masculine, primal way. She fumed a little when she noticed an amused half-smile on his face, perfectly aware of her source of distraction.

"I just wanted to see if you felt comfortable in your new place." Charlotte blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Well." said Christopher. "Then why don't you take off your robe and sit down, and we'll test whether this sofa is more comfortable than the one at home."

Her blush spread even further, remembering the test they took, but Charlotte complied without even thinking about it, dropping her robe in one fluid motion. Charlotte started walking towards the couch, noticing her current attire only after hearing a low whistle from Christopher. Trying to suppress a full-body blush, she sat up, pressing her legs together, her hands in her lap, her mind almost blank after her latest accident. Charlotte was silent as Christopher took a seat beside her, a noticeable bulge in front of her.

"Then." Christopher said, his hand slowly landed on Charlotte's thigh, stroking slowly as he waited for Charlotte's response. Seeing nothing coming, Christopher began to climb a little higher, slipping under her nightgown, his fingers slowly stroking her thighs but not moving higher. Charlotte could feel her body heat up, slowly returning to the state it had been in before lunch, eager to pick up where they had left off.

"I think you need to relax a little, you look a little tense." Christopher whispered in a tone that was making her hot and uncomfortable. Then, suddenly, to Charlotte's disgust, he pulled away and stood up, saying, "Want a drink?"

It took a few seconds for Charlotte to compose herself enough to finally respond. "Of course." Charlotte said in a shaky voice, "May I have some wine?"

"Unfortunately I don't have any." said Christopher. "I ordered some but they haven't arrived yet. How about some juice instead of wine?" Christopher said, pouring two glasses of fresh orange juice without waiting for an answer.

"Thanks." Charlotte whispered as she raised the glass to her lips, taking a deep swig, slightly disappointed by the lack of alcohol. Charlotte badly needed some liquid courage, traits of her as a decision impediment agent being a nice side effect. For a moment she thought about waiting for 1) the wine to arrive or 2) for Christopher to take the initiative, but in the end, she decided otherwise. There was no way of knowing how long it would take for the wine to arrive or Christopher to make his move, showing no desire to take things further for any reason, keeping his hands away from any hot spots of hers.

Only after a few minutes of torturous indecision did Charlotte finally realize her goal. Christopher was leaving the initiative entirely to her, no aggressive move to get her off the ground, no wine to blame. Christopher wanted her to take responsibility for the next step.

Charlotte didn't know how she felt about this state of affairs, although she decided it didn't really matter that much. By coming to the hotel, staying silent while wearing a provocative lingerie, she had already decided how the night would end, all that remained was to get the ball rolling. But despite acknowledging her situation intellectually, she wasn't able to push out the necessary words, the shame of keeping her mouth shut. Instead, Charlotte decided to show her decision in another way. Charlotte stood up, walking around the room as her hips swayed hypnotically. First, she dimmed the lights. Then, with a wave of her wand, she summoned a fine mist, not enough to block the view, but enough to give the room an ethereal quality. Charlotte started walking toward the music player, her hips swaying like a willow tree in a mighty wind as she created a playlist for the things in her mind. Then Charlotte began to dance, following the slow beat of the music, her see-through nightgown tangled with the mist, her gorgeous ass swaying temptingly as she slowly approached the object of her efforts. Her impressive cleavage was overflowing its limits whenever her body bent over, letting Christopher get a good look.

The next song she was playing had an upbeat tempo, so Charlotte's movements reflected that, seductively twirling a few feet away from Christopher, inviting her touch. Charlotte unzipped her bra with a flick of her fingers, letting it fall, her free breasts swaying in its tight curves, creating a vision that deserved to be described as truly magical.

Still not seeing any action on Christopher's part, Charlotte turned her back to him and hooked her thumbs, slowly pulling her panties off, enjoying the way the silky fabric scraped across her legs as she presented her treasures to Christopher. A smug smile spread across her face when she heard him sigh, the first real reaction she'd managed to get from him tonight.

With her nightgown still on, Charlotte grabbed Christopher's hand, leading him to a sturdy-looking chair. As soon as he sat down, she went back to dancing, each song faster than the last. She was moving around in her chair, rubbing her body against him every now and then. Then, wanting to climb even further, she stopped when she was in front of him, leaning forward, pressing his face against her chest, her body still shaking with the music. When Charlotte pulled away, there was a hungry expression on her face, but Christopher managed to control the amused satisfaction within seconds.

'So, do you want a challenge?' Charlotte thought as she suddenly straddled Christopher's lap, directly across his length, the only thing separating them was the fabric of his boxers. Sitting on her lap, Charlotte began rocking slowly back and forth, her lips only an inch apart, daring him to face him, only if Christopher was willing to break his dare without words, of course. However, her willpower proved to be strong enough, so Charlotte moved on to her next idea. Slowly pulling on his boxers, she released his cock, her lips just inches apart, twitching whenever she felt the caress of his hot breath. Then Charlotte sat on her lap again, this time with her back pressed to his chest, and her cock was peeking between her legs, just inches from her bottom lips.

Charlotte wrapped her hands around him, pumping slowly as she rocked, her pussy touching his manhood every now and then, an interesting reversal of the morning incident. Every now and then, Charlotte would bend her neck, looking into his eyes, pleased to see a fire of desire and lust beginning to smolder in his eyes, growing hotter each time she checked.

However, her stamina wasn't doing much better than his, instincts screaming at her to move on. 'Well…' Charlotte thought. 'A little touch won't do much harm.' As Charlotte rose from her position, she felt his cock pressing against her entrance, reminding her of being locked in the wardrobe, not letting go of her touch. Charlotte realized she didn't want to repeat it. "The head shouldn't count." Charlotte whispered to herself, wanting to experience momentarily what it would be like to have him in the house. Then Charlotte pressed in a little, the head of his thick cock sliding inside her for the first time. Charlotte was unable to contain a moan when she felt him pressing into her entrance walls, the sound of his moan mingling with her gasp of surprise.

Feeling Christopher's hands on her sides, stroking slowly, she gripped her cock once more, pumping slowly while keeping his head inside her. Charlotte held the position for a while, nothing but her hands were moving. However, Charlotte didn't expect her legs to suddenly lose strength, and she found herself completely immersed in his cock. An involuntary cry of pleasure escaped her lips as his thick cock enlarged her as she had never felt it before in her entire life. Charlotte was enjoying her presence inside until she realized what she was doing and quickly pulled up, feeling empty when Christopher's presence left her center.

For a while, Charlotte just hovered above as she continued to pump his now smooth shaft, but already taking a bite of the forbidden fruit, Charlotte felt dissatisfied with her current position. Thinking there was no harm in doing this just one more time, Charlotte bent down again, slowly devouring Christopher's manhood once more. Two became three, followed by just another...

A minute later, Charlotte was impaling herself on Christopher's cock, over and over again, her hands cupping her breasts, massaging. Her body tortured on edge without release all day, it didn't take long for her to climax, collapsing into Christopher's open arms, enjoying a slow kiss, his cock still inside her, fully erect. Charlotte was vaguely aware that Christopher didn't come inside, which was a good thing, although she was having trouble remembering the exact reason. "That was amazing." Charlotte muttered softly, her mind in a fog.

"You're right." said Christopher as he slowly lifted her to her feet, directing her to the hip-high table in the middle of the room. "It was definitely a good start."

Charlotte suddenly found herself pressed against the table, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her legs spread wide, a cock pressing against her entrance. Charlotte heard him asking if she was ready, but she was only able to mumble a positive response, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation. Charlotte moaned loudly as she felt him enter her core once more, this time impaling with all his strength, his hands gripping her hips. "Faster." Charlotte cried out, gripping the sides of the table, enjoying as Christopher hit her repeatedly.

Near the middle, in a moment of clarity, Charlotte realized how much she was cheating on her husband. Charlotte was in a hotel room, which she arrived uninvited, bent over a table as she was beaten from behind, her body swaying every time her flesh met with a loud thud. However, instead of making her feel bad, he was making her even more aroused, her pussy tightening around Christopher's fleshy shaft.

"Fuck Charlotte, you're so tight." In a loud voice, Christopher exclaimed. "It's almost like you're still a virgin."

Charlotte tried to respond but was losing cohesion as she was relentlessly fucked from behind, the friction as her breasts slid back and forth making her choke with more pleasure. Charlotte felt herself come once more, but this time, Christopher didn't even stop for a second, continuing to hit her again, until the passage of time lost all meaning to her. His already depleted control over his [Worship] was lost, burning uncontrollably, but its effect proved different on Christopher once again, responding only with an increase in the pace and strength of his thrusts as he grew even stronger, reaching places nowhere. man has never achieved it before.

A moment later, Charlotte suddenly felt his hands grip her body, pulling her back. A moment later, Charlotte was on her knees, his cock pressing against her lips. Charlotte opened her mouth, eagerly swallowing his cock, her own delicious scent invading her taste buds. Loaded from earlier, it didn't take Christopher long to release the load from her, filling her mouth completely, the excess slowly slipping from the corner of her lips. Charlotte lifted her head, looking him in the eye, then slowly swallowed everything Christopher released into her mouth, licking her lips to see any residue.

However, Charlotte was far from satisfied, a condition Charlotte shared with Christopher if her expression was an indicator. So Charlotte wasn't surprised when she found herself at the table once more, this time, her delectable ass on the table, her breasts pointing to the ceiling. Charlotte pulled her legs up, opening herself for access. Charlotte saw Christopher smile as he positioned himself between her legs, plunging his fleshy shaft into her slick, taut pussy. Charlotte lost control of her voice when Christopher slapped her over and over again, grabbing her hips for an extra tug. Charlotte was on her back, unable to lift her back, her high breasts swaying freely. However, despite feeling tired, she finally felt like a blockage inside her, a dam that kept her from reaching a part of herself, was finally breached, making her feel complete for the first time in her life. However, she had no focus to think about the reasons for this, focusing only on the way Christopher impaled her repeatedly, pushing her into another orgasm.

From the expression on her face, Charlotte could see that her release was also approaching. Acting on instinct, Charlotte suddenly wrapped her legs around him, smiling like a cat that has just eaten the house's prized canary at the look of surprise on Christopher's face. Though, deep in his pleasure, Christopher showed no care other than a momentary surprise, impaling her again, the sound of thumping filling the room.

Then Charlotte felt him stop, the cock inside her began to squirm, filling her inside and sending her into another orgasm, bringing her to a climax of her own like she'd never felt before, leaving her a shivering mess, a satisfaction smile on your face.

Charlotte barely noticed when Christopher picked her up, carried her towards her room and laid her on the bed, patting her before turning off the lights. Charlotte craned her neck a little, catching his lips in a small kiss that somehow managed to translate the state of ecstasy, her expression quickly softening. Charlotte saw him open his mouth, preparing to say something, but exhaustion seized her, making her fall asleep.