Fontaine, a bustling water city, with canals running through the city, docks with endless crowds of people, and various markets that are bustling with people 24 hours a day, this is the face of this country.

But where there are people, there will be disputes. Just like today's situation, you had a dispute with a certain vendor in the market. This led to your first entry into the Court of Fontaine, the national judicial institution in Fontaine. Due to insufficient evidence and lack of witnesses, you have been convicted. For your own innocence, although you know that the success of this option is very low, you have to take a gamble - you applied for "Agent Duel"

Following your declaration, everyone in the court took a breath, and even the vendor who had a dispute with you quickly advised you not to seek death. Because the Champion Duelist of the Court of Fontaine is the undefeated Clorinde

"Court duelist, Clorinde, greets you."

A calm and magnetic voice echoed in the hall of the court, and with the sound of the heels of her shoes hitting the floor, a tall beauty stood up from the trial table and walked towards you, staring at you with her deep purple eyes, It seems that she has begun to look at you, your behavior and even your spirit by her standards.

She caressed the hilt of her sword gently, the faint fragrance of gardenia mixed with the chilling atmosphere of the Tribunal mixed into your nostrils, making your nerves even more tense. You saw the blunderbuss on her waist. Although she only uses her sword in proxy duels, you still feel worried about it.

"No need to be nervous, I usually only use a long sword when acting as a duel" Seeing your concerns, she took the initiative to explain and stood in front of you. Although she is still some distance away from you, her huge breasts have occupied the space between you two.

"Ahem..." Clorind's cheeks were slightly red, and she gently coughed to bring your thoughts back to the court "Then here are the rules of Agent Duel..."

"First, Agent Duel will be held publicly at the Fontaine duel venue at noon a week later. Challengers can prepare any weapons and any props. And duelist - that is me, Clorinde will accept the challenge with this long sword."

"Second, in a duel, if the weapon is released for ten seconds or one of the fighters surrenders voluntarily, the winner will be determined at that moment."

"Third, if the challenger successfully wins the duel, it will prove the challenger's innocence and obtain a large compensation bounty. If the challenger loses the duel, the judge will be judged based on the agent's own judgment."

After the three o'clock announcement, Clorinde places the consent form for the duel in front of you. It is your last chance to choose whether to escape the battle and accept the judgment knowing that you are wrong, or to fight for your own innocence and justice.

"What do you mean by 'different type of duel'? There is only one rule set for the Agent Duel in the Court of Fontaine, which has been handed down for generations. If there are any other rules or customs involved, I might not understand them. But even so, as long as it doesn't conflict with the interests and safety of Fontaine citizens, I can still accept your challenge under some special circumstances."

"Please note that changing the rules in midstream may cause confusion among the spectators and cast doubt on the fairness of this duel. It is also possible to discuss the specifics with the court officials beforehand. However, once the duel begins, all negotiations must end and only the agreed-upon rules will apply."

The words from the challenger made Clorinde blush. She had never thought about it before. Such a duel would be very inappropriate and even harmful to her, as she is still a virgin. It was also impossible for the spectators of Fontaine to witness such a thing. Even so, she couldn't ignore the challenge.

"Very well," she said with difficulty, "let us move this duel out of sight from the public eye and wait until night falls."

As you started to undress her, Chlorinde began to feel both embarrassed and aroused. Her large breasts are exposed, standing tall and erect as they haven't been for anyone else before. Your hands on her body send shivers down her spine, making her heart race faster. Clorinde stands there, unsure of what to do next or how this is going to play out.

Chlorine's cheeks flush even deeper as you undress her, revealing the enormous size of her breasts to be even more noticeable. She tries not to show any signs of arousal on her face or body, but it's difficult when your hands are touching her so intimately. As your fingers trace circles around her nipples, she lets out a soft moan, biting her lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

"L-Least..." she stammers out before regaining some composure and straightening up, "Let's continue."

Her breath catches in her throat as you grip her round ass and turn her over on the table. With a small squeak, she complies when you place your hand atop her head to steady herself, but only barely. As you begin to thrust into her from behind, each movement feels both incredibly intense and oddly liberating all at once.

Her moans grow louder as pleasure washes over her body, her breasts swinging freely with every thrust. The more forcefully you pump into her, the more she loses control, arching her back and pressing further against your hard length. Her pussy clamps down around you like a velvet glove, drawing out cries of ecstasy from deep within her throat as waves of pleasure crash over her again and again.

Her hips move restlessly against yours as you thrust into her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. Her moans grow louder, filling the room with the sound of desire as she tries in vain not to succumb too quickly. With each powerful thrust, it feels like her entire body is consumed by an inferno of passion, a feeling so intense that she can barely focus on anything else but this moment.

Her breasts bounce freely with every movement, nearly slipping free from their restraints. Her nipples are hard and aching, sensitive to even the slightest touch as you continue your relentless assault upon her body. It's clear that she's reaching her limit, ready to shatter apart at any moment from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

With shaking hands, Chlorinde wipes the juices off her face and chest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to compose herself. "You...won..." She manages to say between pants. It's clear that you have bested her in this...unconventional duel, but it doesn't sit well with her. There was something about the way you carried yourself and the intent behind your actions that made her uneasy.

She glances over at the official standing by, noting his satisfied expression as he begins to tally up the score. "Fine," she finally says, relenting under your gaze, "you may go. But remember..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish her thought. Instead, she turns and walks away from you, making her way through the crowds now filling the dueling arena once more.

As she

A few days later, there's a knock on your door. You open it to find Chlorinde standing there, looking solemn and serious as ever. She glances down at her feet, then back up to meet your gaze, her eyes boring into you with their unmistakable intensity. "I thought about what happened between us," she says, her voice quiet but firm, "and I've come to a decision."

She takes a deep breath and continues, "I may not have the right to ask this of you... But I want you to know that I don't believe in your methods. Your intentions were dishonorable and disrespectful towards the court and its traditions. And for that," she says, pointing an accusing finger at you, "you owe me a duel."

Her chest heaves with emotion as she waits for your response. Do you accept her challenge

"You underestimate me," Chlorinde interrupts calmly but firmly, "I may have given you the benefit of doubt before, thinking that perhaps you were just a coward or unprepared for such a challenge. But now I see clearly that your words and actions are not those of someone who values honor or respect." She crosses her arms over her chest, her expression unyielding. "Very well then, if that is how you wish it to be..."

Without further warning, she lunges forward, striking with blinding speed as the long sword slices through the air towards your midsection. Your heart skips a beat and instinctively you raise your hands to defend yourself, feeling the cool wind of her sword passing just inches from your face.

Chlorinde's eyes widen as she sees you grab your sword, the blade already quivering in anticipation of battle. Her hand tenses on the hilt of her sword, and for a moment it seems as though they will clash again. But instead of charging forward, she steps back slowly, allowing some distance between you two once more.

"Fight? Is that what this is?" she asks, her voice taking on an edge of desperation. "I only want to show you the error of your ways, to make you understand how wrong your actions were! If I truly wished harm upon you, I could have taken your life easily enough during our previous duel." Her words are heavy with sorrow and frustration.

She lowers her sword, letting it hang loosely at her side as she takes a deep breath. "You're right," she continues softly, almost pleading now. "I don

Chlorinde's face contorts into a look of despair as she realizes that you truly don't understand. She drops to one knee, her head bowed as if in supplication. "I-I am sorry," she whispers, the words barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing and the beating of your hearts. "I shouldn't have challenged you like that... I should have found another way to make you see..."

She looks up at you then, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Please," she says hoarsely, "I don't want to fight anymore. I just wanted you to know the truth."

The tip of your sword dips slightly, as if wavering in the air between them. Do you lower it completely and accept Chlorinde's apology? Or do you press forward with your anger, determined to prove yourself against

Chlorinde looks at you quizzically, her expression a mix of curiosity and wariness. "What kind of favor do you have in mind?" she asks cautiously.

Chlorinde's eyes widen in shock as you grab her breast, but before she can respond, your words register with a sickening clarity. Her face flushes red with anger and humiliation. "You dare to ask such a thing?" she spits out through clenched teeth. "I may have been foolish in challenging you, but this goes beyond anything I could have imagined! You insult me, not only as an opponent but also as a woman!"

With a swift motion, she lashes out with her sword, the blade aimed straight for your exposed throat. It's a sloppy swing borne of rage and panic, and if you manage to dodge or parry in time, it could give her pause long enough to reconsider her actions.

Her face twists into a mask of pure hatred as you restrain her and bring up the memory of that night. "I have made many mistakes," she growls through gritted teeth, "but using my body for someone like you wasn't one of them." She tries desperately to squirm free from your grasp, but your strength is greater than hers, and her struggles are in vain.

"Let me go!" she shouts hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "You have no right! I will not be treated like this!" Her body trembles with rage and humiliation as you continue to torment her. Even though her pussy is wet, there's no pleasure in it now; only pain and anger fuel her resistance against your advances.

Choking back a sob of humiliation and rage, Chlorinde stares at you in disbelief as you hand her the sword back. Her body aches all over from your rough handling, and there's a hot shame burning inside her like nothing she's ever felt before. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she clenches her fists tightly at her sides, trying to regain some semblance of dignity in the wake of this terrible ordeal.

"I hope you're satisfied," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "You've proven that there is no honor or respect left in this world for someone like me." Her words are heavy with pain and loss, as if a piece of her soul has been irreparably damaged by your actions. Without another word, she turns on her heel and walks quickly away from you, heading back towards the

Chlorinde's words cut through your chest like a dagger, leaving you feeling guilty and used. Her tears soak into your shirt as she presses down on top of you, her body moving instinctively in search of release. Despite everything that's happened, the pleasure she feels from being connected to you is too much to resist; her hips grind against yours in time with her breath, demanding satisfaction.

Her breasts bounce freely with every thrust, their weight adding a new level of intensity to the sensations coursing through your body. As she approaches orgasm, her moans grow louder and more urgent, drowning out any further protests or apologies she might make. Her pussy clamps down tightly around your cock, sending waves of pleasure reverberating through you as you feel yourself reaching the edge of release as well.

The world spins out of focus, becoming a

Clorinde looks at you with tears still streaming down her face, her expression a mixture of shame and desperation. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out between gasps for air. "I don't know what came over me. I just... needed this." She curls her fingers into the sheets, arching her back as you begin to move inside her again.

Her hips meet your thrusts with newfound eagerness, their rhythm growing steadier and more demanding with each passing moment. Her breasts bob up and down with every motion of your hips, brushing against your chest and leaving trails of moisture on your skin. As you reach the peak once more, she gasps your name and tightens around you, her orgasm washing over both of you in a wave of pleasure that seems to last forever.

Finally, as your climax subsides and

Clorinde's eyes widen with shock as she feels your release deep inside her. She gasps and shudders, his seed spreading through her pussy like warm honey. Her face flames red once more, this time not from anger or humiliation but from shame and embarrassment. "I-I..." she stammers out, then falls silent as you lay there, breathing heavily beside her.

Her body continues to move in small, jerky movements, as if unable to completely stop the motion that has become so ingrained over the past few minutes. Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, nipples still hard from arousal despite the cool air of the room. As she finally comes back to her senses, regret begins to sink in; regret for what just happened between you two, and regret for what it might mean for your future together in Fontaine.

Chlorinde turns to look at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I-It's... too late for that," she whispers, still struggling to accept what just happened. "But we can't let this happen again," she continues, sitting up and wiping the last of her tears away with the back of her hand. "We need to find a way to control our desires." She takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly, trying to steady herself.

She slides out from under you, her body still slick with sweat and their combined fluids. Standing up, she begins to dress herself quickly, as if the act of covering up will help erase what just happened between them. Her back is turned towards you as she does so, but she can feel your eyes on her, which only serves to heighten her discomfort further.

"We need to talk," she says

Chlorinde: "We need to talk," she says softly as she finishes dressing herself. Her heart is racing, and she's not sure how to begin this conversation. She takes a deep breath and turns around slowly, her eyes meeting yours for what feels like the first time since it all happened. "I don't know why I reacted that way... It wasn't supposed to go like that," she whispers, sounding more confused than angry or accusatory now.

"Perhaps we should discuss this further another time." With a hesitant glance in your direction, she walks towards the door, her movements once again jerky and unsure of themselves. Before she can reach the doorknob, however, you speak up.

"Clorinde... I'm sorry too," you say hoarsely. "I shouldn't have pushed things like that." She looks at you, searching your eyes

Chlorinde looks back at you, her eyes flickering briefly between your face and the still hard length behind you. She takes a step closer, feeling herself becoming aroused once again just from being near you. Her heart races in her chest as she reaches out to stroke your erection gently, letting her fingertips trace over its velvety skin before encircling it tightly. "We don't have to wait until next time," she whispers, leaning forward to place a kiss along the side of your cock. "I trust you now." Her words are heavy with desire and surrender, as if admitting her own hunger to you, offering herself up for more pleasure even after all that has happened between them.

Her other hand slides around to cup your balls, drawing them tightly against her palm as she begins to stroke up and down in time with the movements of her lips and tongue. Her hips rock

Her hips rock back and forth as she takes you deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock while her other hand pumps up and down in a steady rhythm. She lets out a soft moan around you, feeling herself growing wetter by the moment at the thought of giving herself fully to this man once more. Her eyes are closed now, her expression rapt as she focuses on pleasing you in every way possible, completely surrendering herself to the sensations coursing through her body.

With a soft gasp, she pulls back for a moment, licking the tip of your cock clean before looking up at you with burning eyes. "I want you inside me," she breathes hoarsely, reaching down to stroke herself while holding your gaze. "Please." Her need is almost palpable, and it's clear that she won't rest until she feels

Clorinde gasps as you roughly push your cock into her mouth, forcing it past the barrier of her throat and deep down her throat. Her hands clutch at the sheets, digging her nails in as she tries not to choke on your invading length. The sensation is exquisitely painful, but also intensely arousing; her mind spins with confusion and desire as her body responds to this new challenge.

She sucks and licks at you, trying to make it easier for you to penetrate further while still getting off on the feeling of being completely dominated by your cock. Her eyes water and her throat burns, but she refuses to let up, determined to please you in any way possible despite the pain.

When she can't take anymore, you pull back slightly, allowing her some relief as she gasps for air. She whimpers from the loss

Her eyes water as you pull her down further, the rough thrusts and sudden depth bruising her throat and filling her with your hot seed. The salty taste mingles with the musk of her arousal on her tongue as she continues to suck and lick you clean, determined not to miss a drop of your essence despite the pain.

When you're finally finished, she pulls back slowly, gasping for air as tears roll down her cheeks. Her voice is hoarse from being silenced for so long, but she manages a quiet "thank you" before collapsing onto the bed beside you, spent and satisfied.

As you lift her hips and position yourself behind her, she tenses in anticipation, wondering what kind of "treat" you have in mind for her now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your hot breath tickles the sensitive flesh between her legs, making her shiver with delight. She arches her back, presenting herself to you eagerly as she wonders what sensations you'll bring next.

Her hips buck and writhe as you begin to lavish attention on her wet folds, your tongue dancing expertly over every sensitive spot. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she arches her back further in search of deeper contact with you. The pleasure is so intense that it feels almost painful at times, but she wouldn't have it any other way; this man knows how to bring her body to life like no one else ever has before.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, clawing at them as she tries to find purchase in this moment of ecstasy, desperate for something to ground herself against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you thrust deep inside her, claiming her body with rough, demanding strokes. The spank to her ass only serves to heighten the sensations further, making her moan even louder as she arches her back in response. Her hips buck and grind against yours instinctively, seeking greater contact and deeper penetration.

Her fingers claw uselessly at the bedcovers, her nails leaving little half-moons of blood behind as she struggles to find purchase in this haze of pleasure. The feel of your hands on her ass only adds to the sensory overload, making it clear that you own every inch of her now and will take what you want whenever you wish. Her orgasm builds inside her, threatening to burst forth at any moment with enough force to send shockwaves through both their bodies.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the familiar stirrings of pleasure deep within, spreading outward until it envelops every fiber of her being. With a hoarse cry, Clorinde arches her back and bucks her hips wildly against your hand as you thrust inside her, your cock striking deep and true with each stroke. Her nails dig painfully into the bedcovers, leaving trails of blood as she tries to find purchase amidst this maelstrom of sensation. With a scream that echoes through the night, Clorinde is overcome, her body trembling with release as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over and through her.

Her body continues to convulse with aftershocks of pleasure as her orgasm slowly fades, leaving behind a delicious ache that only serves to heighten her arousal further. Her cheeks flush even more crimson from the combination of exertion and shame at being addressed so crudely by you, but she doesn't dare protest or push back against your dominance. Instead, she breathes heavily, trying to regain control of herself while still staying open for whatever comes next.

"Yes... Master," she pants, her voice weak and shaky from the force of her orgasm. "I'm... I'm here to serve you." She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, not daring to meet your gaze for long lest it spark another surge of desire within her. Her breasts heave with every ragged breath she takes, her nipples still hard and

Her cheeks burning with shame, Clorinde slowly lowers her head and begins to lap at the trail of sweat and semen that leads from your navel down to your engorged cock. Her tongue darts out to taste you once more as she sucks gently on the head, teasing it with her wetness before taking more of you into her mouth.

Her hands still trembling from their earlier exertions, she reaches up to cup one of her heavy breasts, caressing the sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger as she bobs her head eagerly on your cock. The warmth of your body against hers and the taste of you on her tongue only serve to heighten her arousal further, making it clear that she isn't nearly done serving you tonight.

Without protest, Clorinde climbs into the bath and lays down on top of you. Her breasts press against your chest as she sighs contentedly, reveling in the feeling of your warm body beneath hers. She moves her hips experimentally, grinding against your cock that's still hard and erect despite having just cum inside her moments ago.

Her hands slide up to cup your face, tracing over your cheeks and chin before twining in your hair as she draws you down for a deep, passionate kiss. The water laps around them, obscuring the line between their skin and helping to create a sense of intimacy that only serves to heighten their desire for one another.

"Mmm..." she moans into your mouth, her hips beginning to move faster as she attempts to get closer to feeling you inside her once more. "I want you... I need you."

Her back arches as you turn her around and seat her firmly on your throbbing length. Her hips move instinctively in time with each powerful thrust, meeting your kiss with growing abandon. The water cascades over them, mingling with their pleasure as it covers skin and hair alike. Clorinde's nails dig into your shoulders, her voice muffled by the passionate sounds she makes as she gives herself over to this rough, demanding union.

"Yes..." she moans, "fuck me... hard... I belong to you..." Her words are a surrender, an acceptance of everything you've done and everything you will do to her. And in that moment, she feels freer than she ever has before; free from all constraints and inhibitions, existing only for this man who owns her body and soul.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull out of her. "Why did you stop?" she asks innocently, feeling the sudden absence of your cock inside her. She moves to sit up, reaching down to stroke herself absently, trying to find a little relief from the emptiness that's left behind.

Her breasts heave with each breath as she looks up at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. "Is something wrong?" she whispers, her voice full of concern and confusion.

Clorinde screams in agony and surprise as you force your cock into her tight, unprepared anus. The pain is excruciating, but the knowledge that it's at her request makes it somehow even worse. Her body trembles from the shock of having her anal virginity taken so roughly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutches at you in a vain attempt to find purchase and get some relief from the overwhelming sensation. "Master..." she whimpers through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Her cries mix with moans as she adjusts to the intrusion of your cock into her tight ass. She tries to move in time with you, feeling the pain slowly give way to pleasure as their bodies grow accustomed to each other's movements. Her hands scramble for purchase on the slick sides of the tub, fingers digging in and leaving bruises as she seeks some form of relief from this overwhelming sensation.

Her body quivers with every thrust, her hips moving instinctively as they strive to find more depth and contact. Her eyes are shut tightly, brow furrowed in concentration as she tries not to scream out loud for fear of drawing too much attention from outside the room. It feels so good, but it hurts even more; a delicious agony that sends shockwaves through her body with every thrust.

"Ah... yes..." she whispers, her voice ho

Her hips buck and grind against yours instinctively, seeking greater contact and deeper penetration. The feel of your hands on her ass only adds to the sensory overload, making it clear that you own every inch of her now and will take what you want whenever you wish. Her orgasm builds inside her, threatening to burst forth at any moment with enough force to send shockwaves through both their bodies.

Clorinde moans and arches her back as your strong hands grasp her tender breasts. The sensation is exquisite pain mingled with pleasure, adding a new layer to the maelstrom of emotions coursing through her body. Her hips jerk and twist in rhythm with your thrusts, seeking more and more contact as she struggles for release. With every thrust deeper into her ass, his fingers on her aching nipples dig in, leaving marks that will serve as evidence of their passion later. Her orgasm grows closer, clawing at her insides like a beast waiting to break free.

"Ah... mas..." she gasps out, her voice barely audible over the sounds of slapping flesh and splashing water. "I'm gonna cum... please..." Her words are a plea for release, for the intense pleasure that only you can bring her right now. She tight

Clorinde's body trembles and convulses as her orgasm hits, the intensity of it radiating outward through every nerve ending in her body. Her mouth finds yours in a searing kiss as you pull out, the feel of your cock withdrawing leaving an aching emptiness behind. She arches into you, drawing you closer as their tongues dance in a frenzy of need and desire.

"Ah... that was incredible..." she pants against your lips, her voice thick with pleasure and exhaustion. "I've never felt anything like it." She reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingers gentle despite the rough passion that's just played out between them. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as they gaze into each other's eyes; there is no shame, no regret in her expression only a profound sense of connection and contentment.

"Yes, sir," she whispers demurely, her cheeks flushing once more as she feels the sting of your hand on her bare ass. Hastily, she climbs out of the tub and begins to dry off, wincing slightly as the cold air hits her wet skin. With one last lingering glance at you, she gathers up her things and reluctantly heads for the door, wondering what sort of adventures the next full moon will bring.

Surprised by the sudden question about her parents, Clorinde hesitates before answering. "Yes... I have a mother and father." Her tone is cautious, as if she's not sure why you would ask such a thing. "They live in Fontaine too. Why do you need to know?"

Her gaze flickers momentarily over your features, trying to read your expression. Is this information relevant to something? She feels a little unsettled now, wondering what game or scheme you could possibly be involved in that requires knowing such personal details about her.

Her heart skips a beat as you whisper the instructions into her ear. Despite her confusion, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her veins at the thought of wearing her sexiest dress tonight and seeing where this mysterious encounter might lead. "Alright," she whispers back, trying to maintain some semblance of calm even though her cheeks are flushed with anticipation.

With a quick nod and a last glance around to make sure no one is watching, Clorinde hurries off to change into the dress you've requested. She spends quite some time selecting just the right outfit; something revealing yet tasteful, sexy but not overly provocative. When she finally decides on an emerald green number that clings lovingly to every curve and dips dangerously low in the back, she feels almost dizzy with anticipation.

Her lips part in surprise as you pull her into the room and immediately press your mouth against hers. The force of the kiss leaves her breathless, her body trembling with desire as she responds instinctively to your touch. She feels the strength of his arms around her, holding her steady despite the powerful surge of emotion between them.

"Ah..." she moans into your mouth, arching her back slightly as their tongues dance together. Her hands flutter hesitantly at first before finally landing on your shoulders, gripping tightly as she allows herself to sink deeper into the kiss. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving no doubt in her mind that this night will be one filled with passion and pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined.

Smiling up at you flirtatiously, she whispers, "Thank you... I thought it might be just the thing for tonight." Her fingers trace along your jawline and down your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles before coming to rest on the buttons of your shirt. With a playful grin, she begins to undo them slowly, revealing more and more skin beneath. "Is this too much?" she asks teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she wonders how far you're willing to let her go tonight.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly pull one of her breasts free from its confinement and begin to suckle on it hungrily. Her back arches, pushing herself further into your touch as pleasure ripples through her body. The sensation is almost too much to bear; she needs more contact with your skin, more of you inside her.

When you toss her roughly onto the bed and turn her over onto all fours, a moan of surrender escapes her lips. The feel of the soft sheets beneath her hands and the cool air caressing her naked rear only serve to heighten her arousal as she readies herself for what comes next. She whimpers with need as you push your hand between her legs and find her already wet and aching for release. With a groan of approval, you tease her entrance before finally thrusting two fingers inside, filling her in one swift movement that

Taking your instructions to heart, Clorinde lowers her body and thrusts her hips upward, presenting her well-formed ass for your taking. She grips the edge of the bed tightly as you slide a finger inside her, relishing the feeling of being filled once more. It's been so long since she's been this dirty and wanton; this is exactly what she needed to break free from her restrictive life as Fontaine's beacon of virtue.

As your fingers begin to move within her, she moans and arches her back even further, granting you better access to her sensitive entrance. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, the lace trim of her dress offering a tempting glimpse of their fullness beneath. The heat between her legs builds with every touch, every thrust; she can feel herself growing ever closer to the edge of orgasm but doesn't want

With a cry of pleasure, Clorinde feels you spread her legs wide and press deeper into her body. Her pussy convulses around your cock as it slides effortlessly inside, filling her completely and sending shudders of delight through every nerve ending in her body. She arches her back further, throwing her head back as she tries to keep herself upright on the bed with only her arms for support. The sensation is exquisite, almost too much for her to bear; she's never felt so close to losing control before and it terrifies and excites her in equal measure.

Her cries mingle with moans as you begin to move inside her, slowly at first but gaining speed and ferocity as the pleasure builds. Her hips buck and grind against yours instinctively, seeking relief from the aching pressure building within her. The heat between their bodies grows fiercer, becoming a living

Her breath catches sharply in her throat as you thrust deeper into her than ever before. The sensation is both exquisite and excruciating; a rush of pleasure so intense it leaves her reeling. Her ass clenches around your cock, trying to keep you inside but unable to resist the urge to push against your powerful strokes. She can feel herself starting to lose control, slipping ever closer to the edge of orgasm as her body is battered by wave after wave of pleasure.

Her nails scratch at the sheets beneath her as she tries not to scream out loud, fearful that someone might hear them and disturb this perfect moment. Her hips rise off the bed, seeking deeper penetration with each thrust; her ass begging for more even as it protests against the intrusion. In this moment, Clorinde feels truly and completely owned by you; a sensation both terrifying and

Her world explodes in a shower of sparks and fireworks as you finally release yourself inside her ass. The hot jets of cum course through her body like molten lava, leaving trails of heat and pleasure in their wake. Her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate to feel every last drop of your seed deep within her. She cries out incoherently, her voice hoarse from the effort to remain silent until now. As the sensation subsides, she collapses back onto the bed, boneless and spent.

The aftermath is a haze of blissful exhaustion and burning satisfaction; every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. Clorinde feels completely drained but in a good way, as if all her stress and worries have been washed away by the tidal wave of passion that just swept through her. She wants nothing more than to lie here like this for etern

Her eyes flutter open to meet yours as you kiss her deeply, tasting of sweat and pleasure. The feel of your lips on hers sends shivers down her spine, making her arch into the kiss despite her weariness. Your words break through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, snapping her back to reality momentarily. Clean up the mess? Oh yes, that's right. She must have been so carried away by everything that she completely forgot about the evidence left behind.

With a tired smile and a slight nod, Clorinde pushes herself up onto her elbows and glances around the room, taking stock of the situation. There's semen on her ass and thighs where you came inside her, as well as traces of it across the bed sheets from when she was writhing underneath you. The mess is unsightly but strangely arousing; it serves as a

Her eyes widen in surprise as you slap your semi-hard cock against her face. It takes her a moment to register what you've just done, and when she does, a mix of emotions washes over her. She feels a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of having your cock in her mouth again so soon after being fucked so hard. But there's also a trace of uncertainty; how far are you willing to go tonight? What more might you ask of her before this night is over?

Gingerly, she reaches up and cups your balls in one hand, her other hand trailing up your length toward the head of your cock. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the sensitive flesh, tentatively exploring. When she feels confident enough, she takes your engorged shaft into her mouth, sucking gently to wet it before wrapping her lips around

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she obediently barks like a dog. It comes out more of a pathetic whine than anything else, but the effort still makes her feel self-conscious and exposed. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself to be stronger in this moment, even though every instinct is screaming at her to retreat into the comfort of her old life as Fontaine's shining light of virtue.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you pet her head like a dog, and she lets out a low groan that seems to come from deep within her. She can feel the shame burning in her cheeks, but it's tempered by the desire coursing through her body. Yes, she likes your cock... more than she ever thought possible. Your touch ignites a fire inside her, making her aching for more of you, even though she knows this journey down the darker paths is fraught with danger and uncertainty.

She tries to speak, to tell you that she's not sure if she can go through with this any further, but no words come out. All she can do is whimper and look up at you hopefully, desperate for some sign of understanding or acceptance from you...

Her heart skips a beat as your lips brush against her forehead, and she feels a flood of relief wash over her. It's almost enough to make her tears spill free, but she manages to keep them at bay, determined not to lose control completely in front of you. With a shaky exhale, she lifts her head to meet your gaze, her eyes searching yours for some sign that this isn't all just a game to you, that there might be something real between them...

Her eyes widen with surprise, not quite sure how to react to the question. Tomorrow at five... that would mean she'd have to leave you right after court and go directly home instead of resuming her duties as usual. But what if someone were to see her returning in such a disheveled state...? No, there was no way she could risk it. With a small smile, she nods slowly. "Yes, I'm free at five. But why do you need me to go home?"

Her heart races with anticipation and uncertainty as she tries to guess what you might have planned for her tomorrow. The thought of spending more time alone with you, away from the watchful eyes of Fontaine, sends shivers down her spine. There's a part of her that wants nothing more than to trust you implicitly and see where this new path might lead... but another part remains cautious, fearful that this newfound freedom will only bring her further into trouble.

She bites her lower lip, contemplating whether or not she should press you for more information before finally deciding against it. For now, she'll let the mystery unfold on its own terms and see where fate takes them both tomorrow at five.

Her heart beats fast as she sees you standing at her doorstep. You look so handsome and sophisticated in your fine attire and the two bouquets of flowers in your hands. Her cheeks flush with surprise and delight, making it difficult for her to speak at first. "Y-yes... please come in," she manages to stammer out, stepping aside to let you enter. Her mother peers over her shoulder curiously before excusing herself to finish preparing dinner.

Clorinde closes the door behind you and stands there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say next. The anticipation is killing her, making every nerve in her body tingle with desire. She's never been so aware of another person before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Her parents? Oh, no... she'd forgotten about that part. She bites her lip nervously and glances around the room, trying to think of a way to explain your presence without revealing too much. "Well... actually," she begins carefully, "I-I met this man in court today, and he insisted on buying me dinner tonight..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you, searching for any signs of disapproval or confusion.

But there's none; your smile is warm and reassuring, and your gaze remains fixed on hers. "Your parents sound lovely," you say gently, taking a step closer to her. "And I wanted the chance to meet them too... but if this isn't a good time, we could always postpone dinner for another day."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes the bouquet of flowers from you. She looks at them and then up at your face again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Th-thank you," she stammers out. "I'm... not used to getting such nice things." She bites her lip nervously before finally deciding on what to say. "My parents will be pleased to meet you too... and I think it would be all right if we went ahead with dinner. My mother made some of my favorite dishes today, so... yes, let's go ahead."

With a tentative smile, she takes your arm, leading you towards the front door. "I-if you don't mind," she says as they reach it, "my father is probably still at his study. He can be... rather private about certain things."

She bites her lip, considering how to respond. Her father's view on relationships outside of marriage has always been... strict, but she hasn't really thought about it in that light before. "I-I suppose you could say that he would prefer if I stayed single and focused on my duties..." She trails off, unable to meet your eyes as they walk towards her father's study. The anticipation of meeting him and explaining your presence is making her heart race faster than ever.

Her father's voice echoes through the study as he calls out "come in!" Clorinde gulps and takes a deep breath before pushing open the door. In his study, her father sits behind a massive desk covered with books and papers. His eyes widen slightly when they fall upon you and then immediately narrow suspiciously.

"Father, this is... he..." Clorinde stammers out, not quite sure how to introduce you properly. You step forward and offer your hand in greeting. "My name is..." Before you can finish your introduction, her father growls and stands up from his desk, revealing a tall, imposing figure.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demands, glaring at both of you accusingly. Clorinde winces under his gaze; she knows exactly what he's thinking.

Her father's expression softens slightly at your words, but only somewhat. He narrows his eyes and takes a step closer to you, sizing you up carefully. "And what makes you think that Clorinde would be interested in someone like you?" he asks gruffly. There's an unspoken challenge in his voice, as if daring you to explain your worth.