Approaching Paris and looking out of the carriage window, Emma thought about how her new unfamiliar city would meet her. She was a stranger there, no one cared about her, she was alone. Did that mean she was in for hostility? Maybe. But it didn't matter, because she had a job, her mission, as she called it. The mission for which she survived everything that fell to her lot. Emma smiled, and the lady opposite gave her a quick glance and smiled too. Goodwill was read on the girl’s face, while in her head an insidious prudent plan was being developed. Can this really happen because of a man? Yes, Emma said firmly.
As Emma prepared to leave her town, her only thought was to find him. To appear so suddenly that he was speechless and blurt out everything she wanted. But suddenly she was broken by a disease, a disease that once claimed the lives of her mother and grandmother. That day, when Emma first passed out at the dinner table and then did not come to herself for a long time, completely changed her. At that moment, the silly plain simple Emily died and she appeared, Emma, a woman who was only now aware of her power.
Now, as she drove up to Paris, she thought back to the day Cruz had kissed her for the first time. A fashionable, handsome, eloquent young man who came to a neighboring estate. Toda, he bewitched all the women (just as she now bewitched the surrounding men). How could he pay attention to Emily? She was the only one who didn't understand it. He took advantage of her innocence, her love. Their first and last night they spent under a tree in a field. Then he took possession of her somewhat rudely and without special caresses, and then he did not appear satisfied at their house for several days. Then Emily got sick. Doctors said that the disease settled in her a long time ago, but now a crisis has come.
In Paris, Emma rented a room in the most luxurious hotel, paying for two nights. On the very first evening, she found out everything about Cruz, everything she could. He was quite famous in the city. Wealthy man, single and also a hunter of women. In the evening, she put on a dress that she carefully selected for this particular exit, and went to a club that was famous among the most promiscuous youth. That's where Cruz was supposed to be that night.
And he really was there. Already pretty drunk, hugging a girl with a skirt pulled up and an unbuttoned neckline. That was the position he was in, with his hand already in his unbuttoned trousers, when he saw her. It was a beautiful woman, as if floating by. Only a light trail of divine aroma remained from her. A light, flowing dress enveloping a chiseled figure, a coral necklace emphasizing the thin line of the neck, gently transitioning to the elevation of the breasts.
The stranger beckoned him with her finger and slipped out into the corridor leading to the bedrooms. Pushing the girl off her knees, without even bothering to fasten her trousers, Cruz followed her. The fog disappeared from my mind, but only a slight intoxication remained, the intoxication of a stranger. Rounding a corner, he bumped into her, wrapped his arms just below her waist and lifted her up against the wall. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and held her up. Her palms immediately pressed against her chest. Through the thin fabric, the tubercles of the nipples were clearly felt, which immediately wanted to be exposed and kissed. But the stranger's hand deftly slipped into the slit of his trousers and squeezed the swollen cock tightly. In surprise, Cruz let go of his hands and the woman stood on the floor. She put a folded piece of paper into his hand and disappeared as unnoticed as she had appeared. The note said: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock, the Alize Hotel. Emma G***." At first, still poorly thinking from the overwhelming desire, with a cock still sticking out of his trousers, Cruz grinned, but a little later the meaning of what was said came to him. Emma G***, a naive idiot from the village. Cruz shook his head, pushing the foolish thought away from him. But in the morning I realized that this is not nonsense, perhaps it is someone's stupid joke, but this is really the name of the girl who was "various fun" for him.
In the evening, the porter of the Alize Hotel escorted him to Mrs. G***'s room and left him near the door. Cruz did not dare to do something for a long time - whether to knock or better to leave. Perhaps the latter would be the most reasonable, but the memory of the feeling that yesterday's stranger aroused in him made him take up the handle: The door opened by itself. Cruz ended up in the living room, from which two doors led: one, obviously to the boudoir, the other to the bedroom. This door was open, a light radiance came from there.
Entering the room, Cruz first of all noticed that the curtains were tightly drawn, and there were lighted candles around the perimeter of the bedroom. And only then his attention was attracted by the bed, standing in the center of the room. On the bed lay the Queen, a woman in whom it was simply impossible to guess the neglected girl who had once entertained him. But still, it was her. Same hair, same mouth, same eyes. For some reason, he remembered her well. Once she even dreamed of him. But how was that possible. A month after he left, his uncle sent him a letter saying that Emily G*** had become seriously ill and had died. Obviously, he was mistaken, and she was saved.
But now none of that mattered.
Emma lay in the middle of the wide bed, leaning on the pillows, her hair loose. She was completely naked, only a light silk scarf covered her pubis and the tip of her right breast. Her body was divine. Still not sure if she was teasing him or really offering herself, Cruz took off his clothes with nervous movements and remained naked. Emma followed him without looking up. But her gaze was fixed on his face. She seemed to hypnotize him. He approached the bed, while his penis grew and swelled. It swayed from side to side with every movement. Emma tilted her head back and smiled. Cruz sat on the edge of the bed and extended his hand to the woman's leg. His hand grabbed her ankle and slowly crept up, pausing on a chiseled knee, and rested on her thigh. Without taking his eyes off the tip of the silk, Cruz lightly slipped his hand under the light translucent fabric and buried it in the soft fluff. The feel of the crease under his fingertips made Cruz dizzy. In another situation, he would immediately take possession of the woman, but now something held him back, despite the fact that his body ached with desire. Emma lay still, enjoying her power over him, his fall, his weakness.
And Cruz's hand, meanwhile, continued its journey through her body. Here his palm covered her breasts and squeezed a purple nipple between her fingers. Her breasts were in great shape. Big, elastic, she pulled her eyes to her. Cruz pressed his lips against hers with a groan. He tried to take her into his mouth as much as possible, sucked the nipple, causing the woman a slight pain. But this pain caused lust. Emma grabbed his hair and held him tighter against her chest. When both no longer had the strength to endure, Emma with unexpected force turned Cruz on his back and lay on him. She lay down so that her breasts swayed over his chin, her nipples lightly brushed against him. Her lips kept trying to catch the hanging prey, but her eyes did not leave her pupils, which seemed to radiate some kind of energy. He felt the tickle of her soft fur on his stomach, his cock swollen so much that it almost pressed against his stomach.
And then Emma began to slowly slide down, gently sitting down on his swollen organ. Member was not easy, Emma had to adapt, making a circular motion of the pelvis. When at last the cock was fully inserted into the woman's hot vagina, she arched and threw her head back, pressing her breasts against Cruz's. His coarse hair scratched her delicate skin, her nipples were swollen and protruding strongly. Then she lowered her head sharply and pressed her lips into his mouth. Her tongue got behind his teeth and began to move there. Cruz completely lost control of the situation, he obeyed her, allowed himself to be controlled. Only his hands clasped her buttocks and helped her in her movements. And Emma smoothly climbed off his throbbing organ and again sat down on him. When he entered her body, she squeezed him with the walls of the vagina, as if trying to keep him inside, but then let go and let go of herself. When they both reached the highest peak of pleasure, Emma leaned back, resting her hands on his knees, and began to move her hips hard, rotating his cock. And when his seed escaped into her uterus, she began to squeeze his penis with her muscles, as if sucking all the liquid out of it. Tired, she fell on his chest and went into prostration. He, too, soon fell asleep.
He woke up when it was already dawn, voices were heard from the street, the clatter of hooves, the city came to life. He reached out his hands for Emma, but did not find her on the bed. He got up and went into the living room. Emma stood at the window and watched what was happening. He quietly approached from behind, hoping to suddenly embrace her.
- You need me, don't you? her voice suddenly rang out. "Will you never leave me?"
"No," he whispered, moving closer to her and pressing against her bare back. He felt the desire again. This woman had an amazing effect on him.
He pressed his groin against her buttocks and wrapped his hands around her breasts, straightening her. She threw her head back, turned it around, and they kissed. His hands crumpled her breasts, at first insistently, then roughly. Then one of his hands went down to her crotch and parted the folds of her labia. His cock was already entering her hot vagina, Cruz stuck his fingers into the same place. He touched his penis, which easily passed into her body, she was wet inside. Cruz pulled his fingers out of her body and grasped the small bump at the base of her penis. The touch made her groan. Knowing that he could drive both of them to a frenzy, he began to vigorously rub her clitoris, pressing it against the moving member. Cruz no longer thought about the woman, he thrust his organ into her with force, feeling how he beats something inside her with force, rests against her uterus, his balls slammed against her buttocks. His hand squeezed her chest. He was enjoying things he had never known before. He wanted more and more, he was not enough of her body, not enough narrow vagina, taking the entire length of his penis. He wanted her all without a trace. Pulling the organ out of her vagina, he forcefully and sharply dipped it into her anus. It hurt a little, but only for a moment. Then the pleasure came again. Emma fell on the windowsill, leaving her ass to be torn to pieces. She was in pain, tears flowed from her eyes, but she endured. She endured because he enjoyed it. She did all this for him. As the last drops of his semen flowed into her anus, he let go of her buttocks and stepped aside. The skin on his head was slightly injured, but still he felt bliss.
Emma struggled to her feet from the windowsill, her whole body hurting. She reached the bed and lay down, burying herself in the pillow. Her whole plan is how she will get revenge on him, how she will make him beg to give herself to him. And now she herself became his slave. It has always been so. For the first time, under the tree, in her dreams, in her dreams. She let him do whatever he wanted with her. Now she will always be with him. She lay like that for several minutes until she was turned over on her back. Cruz, again feeling an irresistible desire, suffering from tearing pain in the rebellious organ, turned Emma on her back and covered her body with kisses. His tongue quickly ran over her thighs, entered her vagina for a second, licking off a few drops of his semen mixed with her secretions and blood, then rose out, traced two circles around her breasts, grabbed one nipple, biting it painfully. Then Cruz's lips dug into Emma's, sucking on each lip, filling her mouth with his tongue. Hands parted her knees and sent a member into the depths of her womb. The head entered easily, slightly champing, and rushed inside. Cruz began to actively work his hips, unable to drag out the torture and think about the satisfaction of the woman prone under him. He was rocked by orgasm after orgasm. His seed flowed from her vagina, spilling over the sheets, sticking together her pubic hair. It dripped down his balls, smeared across their bellies. A few drops landed on his chest, which Cruz quickly licked. Experiencing an orgasm from the mere sensation of his orgasm, Emma whispered:
You will never leave me, will you?
Cruz just mumbled and pressed her harder into the bed, hitting her with blow after blow.
You have no idea how much I have gone through for you! I have conquered death. I deceived her.
I won't leave you, you are mine. I want you again and again, - Cruz whispered, again splashing a discharge of sperm into her.
Her body twitched in orgasm, from his blows, from his ejaculation. He was all wet, she was still pale.
- I made a pact with her that I would get you if I gave myself to her.
- What are you talking about? About your illness?
- No, about my death. Didn't you know? Hasn't anyone written to you?
Cruz froze for a moment, considering what he had just said. But, although the meaning of what was said, and gradually reached him, he could not stop his body movements. He continued to pound her with his cock, which swelled even more, spewing more and more semen.
- I demanded that you become only mine, so that you really fell in love with me and was no longer with anyone but me. Then she can take my life. And so it happened. I died. I was buried. You should have been informed. I asked you to let me know. And here I am. I got mine. You are my! My! But I don't want to go back. I deceived her, I changed my name, I am now Madame de Bory, I even changed outwardly, I have a different body. She won't find me... us.
Staring in horror at Emma's face, trying to figure out if she's telling the truth or if it's the delusions of an inflamed body engulfed in orgasm. Cruz couldn't stop. Until his strength left him and he collapsed on the woman and crushed her with his body. Falling asleep, exhausted to the point of losing consciousness, he still heard her words:
- I deceived her, deceived her!
When the maid came to clean the room in the morning, a terrible picture appeared before her eyes. A naked man was lying on a bed, and under him a half-decomposed human body could be seen. The maid screamed, the servants came running.
The man, who was unconscious, was taken to the doctor, and the corpse was buried in the yard, trying to hide what had happened from the guests. The man had an inflammation of the testicles, which he had to amputate in the name of his salvation. He soon left Paris and was never heard from again.