My World to Free-use

Chapter 162: Zara with an audience?

“…and the arrangements for the banquet must be handled with more care, Zara. Father expects perfection, and I will not allow any lapses—”Catherine was interrupted when I entered the room. Zara barely glanced at her, even when she scowled.

“What is this filthy commoner doing here, Zara?” She asked Zara, but Zara didn’t even register her displeasure and said, “Come here, Jack.”

Ignoring Carlson’s daughter-in-law, Catherine’s, displeasure, and completely disregarding her presence, Zara called for me, and I, a little confused, stepped forward towards her.

I was wondering what she wanted when she gestured for me to stand behind her and then said, “You may begin, Jack.”

What the…?

Sure, the concept of sexual acts didn’t exist in this world. But even then, I, a commoner, could not engage in an act that involved touching Zara, a noble.

It was proven by Carlson’s reaction and the reactions of Zara’s children when I had sex with her in front of both parties.

While Carlson held himself back because I was kind of doing this to show him how it was done, he still didn’t like me treating her daughter in such a demeaning way. And it was back then when Zara wasn’t even in such rough sex as she was now. Now he might really kill me.

And Zara’s children, especially her sons, and also Cassandra, didn’t like me treating their mother in such a way.

Doing this in front of Catherine, who also didn’t like me as a commoner, could have repercussions that I might not just be able to deal with. Putting Carlson’s orders aside, the sex kink Zara had was enough to put me on the top priority list to be beheaded.

“P-pardon, Lady Zara?” I couldn’t help but ask twice, making sure I heard her right.

“You may begin, Jack. You may do it as usual.” She said again, stressing the last part.

As usual, huh?

That meant she wanted me to fuck her roughly. Fucking her roughly wasn’t a problem between us. But even she knew that that act was not normal, and that it was the fastest way to heaven. Or another world, in my case.

She knew it would get me in trouble. So why would she do that? I couldn’t help but be on guard about it. Zara wasn’t as stupid as one would think. She was as political as any other noble in the world. Ambitious nobles, at least.

So right now, I couldn’t help but think that Zara was up to something. Something related to Catherine.

Now I had many choices at this point. The two major choices were either to do as she said or to decline. Declining would be a bit troublesome, but Zara would not hold it against me that much. She was submissive enough for that, and her corruption percentage was also sufficient for me to get away without any major repercussions.

Agreeing, however, was an entirely different matter.

While it would make Zara happy, and whatever she was planning would be put in motion, it would also mean dealing with Catherine.

Dealing with her was unpredictable. Agreeing right now meant a totally unpredictable situation I wouldn’t be in control of.

I didn’t like that. Not being in control. But for now, the best option was…

“As you say, Lady Zara,” I said, keeping her name respectful because no matter how much it was our thing, it was still not wise to just say her name in front of Catherine.

I was about to begin when Zara pushed back her chair and stood up. She walked around and made it so that we were both in clear view of Catherine when she said, “Enlarge your penis and pull it out.”

I did so as she asked and activated the state of completion, since Catherine was already informed about my dick, and it wasn’t about that anyway.

Just as my cock was out in the open, Zara, with practiced ease, took it in her mouth without hesitation.

I turned my gaze to Catherine to see her eyes widening in shock, “Zara! What are you—?!”

I couldn’t help but groan when Zara began to show her skills in earnest, her tongue swirling around the head while she took it deeper and deeper in her throat.

Catherine stared at my cock and her mouth, her expression cracking a bit.

“Wh-what is that strange thing? I was told about it by F-father… but…” She stammered, her voice trembling in disbelief, but not because she was flustered, but more like freaked by something strange.

Zara pulled back just for a bit to speak, saliva dripping down her chin, “Be quiet, Catherine. This is an important task.”

She then turned to me, “Jack, you may now take charge.”

Yeah, she still didn’t know how to say the real kinky stuff, like, ‘take charge and fuck my face like a slut.’

Well, one doesn’t get everything they wish for in life.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her head and a fistful of her dark hair with both hands and roughly thrust my dick into her mouth. Her mouth was prepared to take me in, so there was no resistance. Even her throat opened up like it was waiting for me.

Zara still gagged, though, since that was biology she couldn’t bypass, but did she hate it?

Hell naw!

She may gag wetly around my girth, but the expression on her face and the tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks told a different story. She even pushed forward a bit, eagerly trying to take me as deep as she could.

Just as I was forgetting the existence of another person in the room, she reminded me of her presence by stepping forward in outrage, “Stop this at once! What are you doing to a noble, you filthy commoner?!!!”

She reached out to pull me away, thinking I was physically assaulting Zara. Yeah, physically, not sexually.

But that wasn’t the surprising part.

The surprising part was the woman whom I was face fucking.

Zara, still being fucked in her mouth, raised one hand and sent a surge of mana toward Catherine. Vines appeared out of thin air and lodged themselves in the floor firmly along with Catherine, wrapping tightly around Catherine’s wrists and ankles, binding her in place a few steps away.

Zara tapped on my thigh, signaling me to stop, which I did since I needed to maintain the illusion that she was still in charge.

She pulled back and said, gasping for air in between, “Stay back, Catherine.”

Her voice was hoarse, but the commanding tone was undeniable, and then the best part as she continued, “You don’t understand how good this feels. When Jack treats me like his whore.”

Yeah, she didn’t know what that meant. I was sure of that. But she said it anyway, and my dick twitched wildly because of that.

I grabbed her face again, without giving her a chance to say anything further, if she had anything to say anyway, and continued to fuck her face even more roughly than before.

My balls slapped against her chin, and saliva dripped down her chin onto her clothed chest. Forgot to take those melons out, but oh well, I would be damned if I stopped.

And further enhancement of my pleasure was watching Catherine struggle as she deployed her own mana to dispel the spell, but clearly, she wasn’t as strong as Zara, and as she struggled, her face marked in fury and a little confusion, it only served to turn me on even more.

“ZARA! RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!! IT WASN’T ENOUGH LETTING THIS COMMONER TREAT YOU LIKE THIS; YOU ALSO DID THIS TO ME!!! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!! RELEASE MEEE!!!”

Well, that was confusing. Why wasn’t she calling for her knights outside? Could her voice not reach them? But Zara did perfectly. Was it because only the owner of the room could be heard on the outside?

But then Zara’s moans yesterday could have been heard too? Or was it some other sort of mechanism?

Well, who cares?

I was currently enjoying myself with this scenario, so what did it matter what was going on?

Zara only moaned louder around my cock, making humming sounds as I fucked her deep, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

I was about to finish in her mouth when she tapped again, and I could only pull out with a sigh.

She coughed a little once I released her, and once she was recovered enough, she looked at me…

Damn.

Her face was laden in pleasure and spit, cheeks soaked with tears, and her eyes glassy…

My dick couldn’t help but protest about me stopping.

“N-now… Jack…”

She said between gasps, “Now push me down and j-just like always… invade my vagina…”

Damn. Even with the formal language used, this was a massive turn-on.

I didn’t hold back as soon as her request ended. I yanked her up and bent her over the desk the ladies were enjoying tea at, perched her dress over her back, and slammed into her pussy from behind in one brutal thrust.

“AAAAHHNNHNHNHHN~~~~!!!!!”