Page 73 of In Service to the Duke

Though she whines, she obeys me like the good little omega she is. I make haste, walking over to the basin to wash my hands as quickly and thoroughly as I can. When I come back, she’s ramrod, barely breathing. The needy thing must be really desperate for me.

Grinning down, my cock pulses at the sight of her, so small, nearly buried in this nest. She’s covered in my cum, blood, and various marks on her body. In this way, I’ve been able to claim her at least a little bit.

The marks will eventually fade, and the rest can easily be washed off. It fills me with a sense of sadness. As if she can tell the shifting of my moods, Miss Gillet reaches her hand out to me, beckoning me to come lie on top of her. In a small moment of clarity, I kneel in between her thighs and lie over her, nearly smothering her with my bulk.

It feels so good to have her in my arms, to hold her close not only as a lover, but as my wife. In these solemn moments, I nearly forget the reason I can’t claim her and make her mine in every way. Unfortunately, try as I might, I can never seem to forget.

Shucking off the morose thoughts, I lean back on my shins, and I grip my cock. The soft sighs flitting through her lips as I press the tip into her back entrance make my balls tighten up, sending shards of pleasure up and down my spine.

I keep my right hand at her hip, and I ease my cock deep inside of her. Now that she’s face up, I can see the expressions as they cross her face. Discomfort gives way to pleasure, only to shift back to a wince as the thickest part of my shaft slides into her tight channel. Will she even be able to take my knot?

Once I’m fully seated, I grip her hip, holding her in place. I allow her body to rest, accommodating my girth. The tight ring of her arsehole is nearly white as it stretches around me. It’s such an erotic sight.

After another moment or two, she squirms again, the irritation clear on her face. I can’t help the smile tilting my lips. Once her heat is over, I’m sure she’ll return to the demure little governess I know, leaving behind her demanding, hellcat ways. And so, I indulge her, only for these few stolen days.

“I hear you, my insatiable minx,” I groan as her ass tightens around me. “And I feel your need just as keenly as I do my own.”

Easing back a touch, I slide two fingers into her wet heat, my cock twitching, her plaintive moan long and loud. After stroking her a few times, I move my hips, keeping my thrusts light. Only once she’s delirious will I pound into her.

The rhythm is a little awkward, but both of us derive pleasure from my actions. Without any prompting, her hand drifts down to stroke her clit. Normally, I control every aspect of a woman’s release, but during her heat, my normal rules no longer apply. I want her to cum hard and often.

Miss Gillet’s mouth drops into a soft ‘O’ as the pleasure courses through her body. Pulling out my fingers, I replace them with three, stuffing her cunt as much as I dare while my cock glides in and out of her tight ass. Her body tightens, heaving as she chases her orgasmic high.

Her soft cries nearly unman me. Gritting my teeth, I focus on her pleasure, willing my ardor to flag until she releases. I growl, letting the feral sound wash over her. As if tipping the scales, her body seizes.

She remains still for a moment, her ass and pussy clenching around me hard. Her loud cries of ecstasy crash down around my ears, making my knot begin to tingle and swell. Stars spark behind my eyelids as I groan at the heady sensation.

Pumping my fingers in and out, I ride her orgasm to completion, keeping my hips as still as possible. As much as I wish to ram into her, I must hold back. Once she’s limp and depleted, I remove my fingers and bring them to my lips.

Her eyes are hooded as she watches me lick them clean. “Good girl,” I groan, my other fingers digging into her hip. “My turn.”

I press forward, nearly bending her in half. Finally, I allow myself to unleash my desires onto her. I piston in and out of her arse, drinking in the fevered moans and wails flying from her lips.

From the few liberties I took with her bottom hole, I had hoped she’d enjoy my brand of love. Hearing her come apart again as my cock swells thick in her forbidden entrance confirms what I already knew. My little governess enjoys a bit of buggery.

Fire licks down my body as she tightens and releases around me, her orgasm causing her to clench down hard as I surge into her. My knot swells as my own release hovers close to the horizon. Switching from guttural, feral growls to a deep purr, I prepare her body for this newest invasion.

With a loud roar, I slam myself into her, sliding all the way to the hilt. My knot expands at a rapid pace, locking me into her. Fear sours the air as the discomfort no doubt races through her body.

I come down onto my elbows, sheltering her in the comfort of my body. My purr deepens even more, vibrating into her until she finally relaxes underneath me. All the while, I whisper endearments, singing her praises as we lay there joined together.

It feels so nice to hold her in my arms like this. Even if it’s just for a little bit. Beneath me, Miss Gillet’s breathing evens out as sleep overtakes her. Pulling back, I study her face, calm, placid, and devoid of any harshness.

If only my heart and mind could be at peace. Burying my face in her neck, I once more fight against the need to claim her, but each time, I find it far easier. This can only mean her heat is starting to wane. Soon, we will have to face the reality of our life together, but for now, I can just be content with her in my arms.

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My stomach cramps, growling loud enough to wake me up. Blinking over at the dying fire, I rise and look over at Miss Gillet. She lies there in the nest, her breathing soft and even. Based on her scent, her heat is finally over.

I cannot tell what time it is or even what day it is, but with the way my stomach hurts, it must have been several since I brought us down here. Groaning, I stretch and force myself fully awake. Much has to be done to continue on with our ruse. With great reluctance, I pull away from our nest and pad over to the side wall. In opposition to where her hidden pathway is lies one of my own.

The route to my room is much swifter than it is to hers, probably by design. Stepping into the hall, the cool, musty air kisses my naked skin. I hurry along, not wishing for her to wake up alone while I make my preparations.

Throwing on a banyan, I take a glance at myself in the mirror. My face is pale, thin, and gaunt—the perfect look for someone who’s been supposedly sick. At the basin, I grab a rag and clean off as much as I can, removing the evidence of my rut from my face and hands.

The water is cloudy and murky, bringing a slight smile to my lips. Far more of my seed coats Miss Gillet than it does me. Shaking my head, I open the nearby window and look outside. It’s still early morning, just past dawn. No one steps foot underneath, allowing me to dump the tainted water with no one else being the wiser.

As if we can keep these actions hidden for much longer. No doubt whispers are already flitting through the estate. Thankfully my mother already set our nuptials in motion. At least this way, we will be prepared for her next heat. That is, unless I force her to go back on the pills.