Rough Raph(2)
As the words faded, he lunged at her again, pressing her against the cold stone wall, passionately kissing her, almost biting her lips. Perhaps sensing their impending separation, this time she only put up a symbolic resistance.
Edith's body, along with her dress, gradually slid down the icy wall, landing on the icy, hard ground. She felt droplets of water splashing over her body, unable to distinguish whether they were from the water dripping from the stalactites above or tears shed by the young nobleman, tinged with a smile.
Raphael pulled out his already hard organ, moistening it with her arousal, and once again they became one. As he moved his body, he swiftly used his fingers to stimulate her clitoris, seeking to bring her even more pleasure.
The desperate and frenzied power that nourished his soul gradually infected Edith as well. Her hips instinctively rose to meet him, yearning for his fleshly arrow to penetrate even deeper.
Faint echoes of soldiers' chaotic footsteps could be heard from the entrance, but neither of them was willing to let go for a single moment.
Suddenly, amidst a brief lull outside, Edith recognised a familiar sound, panic-stricken as she pushed against Raphael's chest, pressed tightly against her own. "Stop, Raphael! Someone's coming in! It's the sound of Andre's footsteps!"
A smirk formed at the corner of the young man's mouth as his eyes darkened. "Hmph, since he's so impatient to come in, let him witness it all!"
Realising his intentions, fear engulfed her instantly. "Please, I beg you to stop, Raphael! Don't ruin him, ruin yourself, ruin the three of us!"
"Kiss me again, my love! But don't expect me to stop!" Raphael's movements never ceased, only growing more frantic. "Let him barge in and shoot me if he wants. Even in my dying moments, I will thank the Lord!"
His sentence had not yet concluded when Andre, dressed in military uniform, hurriedly stepped into this confined space.
Andre's eyes widened in shock and anger as he surveyed the debauched scene before him. He yanked Raphael up, fiercely tugging at his open collar, and roared furiously in his face, "What have you done to her, Saint-Clemont! You beast!"
Raphael laughed unabashedly, pointing towards the girl lying on the ground. "She loves me! She loves me! Can't you see, Quenet? Tonight, she has become wet for me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body trembling beneath mine with pleasure!"
"You madman! Edith? Why...?" Andre shivered neurotically, his gaze shifting to Edith, who was flushed and breathless. Yet, he could hardly bear to look at the suggestive marks on her exposed bosom.
"I'm sorry, Andre, I..." She desperately tugged at her torn neckline, avoiding his gaze. Andre noticed that her eyes lacked sorrow and plea for help, only a hint of guilt and shyness.
Raphael provocatively glanced at him, then pushed Andre aside, leaning over Edith right in front of him, continuing their mad union.
Andre's fist clenched beneath his coat, turning pale as if he intended to strike Raphael. However, in the end, anguish and shame overwhelmed him. He covered his face with both hands and burst into sobs.
The noble youth immediately wore a mocking expression and sneered at Edith, "Take a good look at your baby Andre, Eddie. This is the man you chose over me! A mere lamb, or a little bunny? He doesn't even understand what love truly means!"
Before his words could fully fade, Andre's fist sent him crashing to the ground, Raphael's body leaning to one side, separating from the girl beneath him.
Raphael raised his eyes in annoyance, looking at the intruder, only to be astonished to see the little lamb in his mouth had ripped open his own trousers, holding a weapon that had somehow sprung to life in his hand, then roughly pinned down the girl on the ground and thrust himself in on his knees.
Edith gazed at her former lover in a state of shock, her lips unable to suppress a whimper. His eyes were tinged with red, bloodshot from sleepless nights and recent tears, fixated upon her with an unprecedented darkness.
"Is it by this that he has bewitched your heart, Edith?" Andre, with fervor and intensity, thrust forcefully into her while gritting his teeth. "Then so can I, you see, so can I!"
His state filled her with trepidation. Clinging to his arm, she pleaded in a sorrowful tone, "Andre, please..."
"If you're not willing to stop that man, then do not expect me to cease in his presence!" the man upon her coldly rejected.
Edith, completely at the mercy of the moment, experienced both panic and an uncontrollable rush of blushing and heartbeat. To her surprise, her body yielded to the rough movements, erupting in pleasure beyond her control.
As the overwhelming climax approached, she screamed and writhed uncontrollably, while he showed no intention of withdrawing. Instead, he intensified his thrusts, allowing the splashes of water with the obscene sounds to scatter onto his own chest and face.
After regaining some consciousness, Edith cried out in immense shame and attempted to pummell at Andre. However, he abruptly seized her outstretched arm, holding her tightly with his four fingers in a vice-like grip, and keeping her pinned against the rock.
Raphael's face turned serious, and he reached out to Andre, lowering his voice in warning, "Hey, calm down, Quenet. You are hurting her."
Yet, consumed by a frenzy of jealousy, Andre clutched Edith firmly in his embrace, pressing her head towards his own lips, kissing her passionately until their lips were swollen. Then, he lifted her in his arms, tightly gripping her waist, and continued the rapid upward onslaught.
With his intense and unrelenting pounding, she soon reached another unprecedented peak, a blinding white light flashing before her eyes. Her juices poured over him in huge gushes, raining down on Andre's rod. Still not stopping this time, he fiercely thrust a few more times, releasing his first load into her waiting passage.
After he finally releasing Edith, she rushed into the open arms of Raphael, burying her face on his shoulder and sobbing.
"It's alright, it's alright," Raphael soothed her, gently patting her back.
Andre stood there, gazing at them with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "So now you seek solace from him, Edith? Then did I... violate you?" His words were filled with anguish. "But why did you shiver like that beneath me and find such ecstasy so easily?"
Edith did not answer her betrayed lover. Both she and Raphael remained disheveled, their clothes in disarray. Raphael's bare and erect shaft nestled between her legs. Before Edith could suppress her sobs, she felt her slit, still tingling from the indescribable pleasure she had just experienced twice, greedily tightening, craving more intoxicating stimulation.
As if possessed, she uttered, "I want more, Raphael."
Both men were momentarily frozen in place.
Raphael's joyous laughter echoed through the narrow cave, breaking the tension. "Hahaha! Why wear such a stern face and quiver all over like that, dear Andre! To our wanton Lady Liberty, how laughable is our rivalry! Look, her body betrays her heart. Our angel belongs to no one, but we must both wholeheartedly serve her."
Seeing her timid gaze directed towards the completely transformed Andre, Raphael tenderly pecked her lips. "Don't be afraid, lovey. I will be the one to fulfill you."
After saying that, Raphael leaned back, reclining on the damp stone ground of the cave. He lifted her thighs and slowly guided them toward his swollen member.
Edith's overly sensitive senses, still tingling from her previous climax, vividly felt the warmth and fullness of that throbbing weapon infiltrating her body and soul.
"Ah, thrust into me, my beloved Raphael! It feels so good!" she couldn't help but cry out, an expression of both insatiable desire and revenge against her former lover who had just bullied her.
Raphael suddenly delivered a resounding slap on her upturned buttocks, laughing in response to her startled and embarrassed cries, "You enjoy this, don't you, Eddie? You like it when we treat you a little roughly."
He firmly grasped her legs, almost lifting her off the ground with each forceful attack.
Andre remained fixated on the entwined part of the two bodies, his expression clouded and inscrutable. The tip of his recently released shaft once again rose high.
"Harder! Raph! I love you!" Edith's exposed breasts, bouncing with the rhythm of their motion, jiggled with delight as she let out shrill screams of pleasure.
She yanked Raphael's disheveled blonde hair, pulling him up, and the two of them continued to make love while embracing in passionate kisses.
Andre's throat convulsed as he emitted a burning moan. Finally, he strode forcefully toward the entangled couple on the ground, forcibly turned her head, and pressed his lips against hers, shouting, "You love me, Edith! You swore it!"
Seeing Edith cast a glance of resentment toward him, Andre, with his vigorous manhood, joined this debauched battle from behind.
"I love you too, Andre!" She joyfully writhed her body again. The three youthful bodies collided with a hunger and thirst for each other, creating reverberations in the empty cave. They wished for this unparalleled bliss to last forever.
Epilogue: After this experience, Andre felt that he had lost his pure and lofty virtues and could no longer serve the revolutionary government. He resigned from his position in the Committee of General Security and left Paris, thus coincidentally avoiding the purge of the Thermidorian Reaction. In the end, all three survived, and their unexpected journey led to a weird happy ending.
Edith's body, along with her dress, gradually slid down the icy wall, landing on the icy, hard ground. She felt droplets of water splashing over her body, unable to distinguish whether they were from the water dripping from the stalactites above or tears shed by the young nobleman, tinged with a smile.
Raphael pulled out his already hard organ, moistening it with her arousal, and once again they became one. As he moved his body, he swiftly used his fingers to stimulate her clitoris, seeking to bring her even more pleasure.
The desperate and frenzied power that nourished his soul gradually infected Edith as well. Her hips instinctively rose to meet him, yearning for his fleshly arrow to penetrate even deeper.
Faint echoes of soldiers' chaotic footsteps could be heard from the entrance, but neither of them was willing to let go for a single moment.
Suddenly, amidst a brief lull outside, Edith recognised a familiar sound, panic-stricken as she pushed against Raphael's chest, pressed tightly against her own. "Stop, Raphael! Someone's coming in! It's the sound of Andre's footsteps!"
A smirk formed at the corner of the young man's mouth as his eyes darkened. "Hmph, since he's so impatient to come in, let him witness it all!"
Realising his intentions, fear engulfed her instantly. "Please, I beg you to stop, Raphael! Don't ruin him, ruin yourself, ruin the three of us!"
"Kiss me again, my love! But don't expect me to stop!" Raphael's movements never ceased, only growing more frantic. "Let him barge in and shoot me if he wants. Even in my dying moments, I will thank the Lord!"
His sentence had not yet concluded when Andre, dressed in military uniform, hurriedly stepped into this confined space.
Andre's eyes widened in shock and anger as he surveyed the debauched scene before him. He yanked Raphael up, fiercely tugging at his open collar, and roared furiously in his face, "What have you done to her, Saint-Clemont! You beast!"
Raphael laughed unabashedly, pointing towards the girl lying on the ground. "She loves me! She loves me! Can't you see, Quenet? Tonight, she has become wet for me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body trembling beneath mine with pleasure!"
"You madman! Edith? Why...?" Andre shivered neurotically, his gaze shifting to Edith, who was flushed and breathless. Yet, he could hardly bear to look at the suggestive marks on her exposed bosom.
"I'm sorry, Andre, I..." She desperately tugged at her torn neckline, avoiding his gaze. Andre noticed that her eyes lacked sorrow and plea for help, only a hint of guilt and shyness.
Raphael provocatively glanced at him, then pushed Andre aside, leaning over Edith right in front of him, continuing their mad union.
Andre's fist clenched beneath his coat, turning pale as if he intended to strike Raphael. However, in the end, anguish and shame overwhelmed him. He covered his face with both hands and burst into sobs.
The noble youth immediately wore a mocking expression and sneered at Edith, "Take a good look at your baby Andre, Eddie. This is the man you chose over me! A mere lamb, or a little bunny? He doesn't even understand what love truly means!"
Before his words could fully fade, Andre's fist sent him crashing to the ground, Raphael's body leaning to one side, separating from the girl beneath him.
Raphael raised his eyes in annoyance, looking at the intruder, only to be astonished to see the little lamb in his mouth had ripped open his own trousers, holding a weapon that had somehow sprung to life in his hand, then roughly pinned down the girl on the ground and thrust himself in on his knees.
Edith gazed at her former lover in a state of shock, her lips unable to suppress a whimper. His eyes were tinged with red, bloodshot from sleepless nights and recent tears, fixated upon her with an unprecedented darkness.
"Is it by this that he has bewitched your heart, Edith?" Andre, with fervor and intensity, thrust forcefully into her while gritting his teeth. "Then so can I, you see, so can I!"
His state filled her with trepidation. Clinging to his arm, she pleaded in a sorrowful tone, "Andre, please..."
"If you're not willing to stop that man, then do not expect me to cease in his presence!" the man upon her coldly rejected.
Edith, completely at the mercy of the moment, experienced both panic and an uncontrollable rush of blushing and heartbeat. To her surprise, her body yielded to the rough movements, erupting in pleasure beyond her control.
As the overwhelming climax approached, she screamed and writhed uncontrollably, while he showed no intention of withdrawing. Instead, he intensified his thrusts, allowing the splashes of water with the obscene sounds to scatter onto his own chest and face.
After regaining some consciousness, Edith cried out in immense shame and attempted to pummell at Andre. However, he abruptly seized her outstretched arm, holding her tightly with his four fingers in a vice-like grip, and keeping her pinned against the rock.
Raphael's face turned serious, and he reached out to Andre, lowering his voice in warning, "Hey, calm down, Quenet. You are hurting her."
Yet, consumed by a frenzy of jealousy, Andre clutched Edith firmly in his embrace, pressing her head towards his own lips, kissing her passionately until their lips were swollen. Then, he lifted her in his arms, tightly gripping her waist, and continued the rapid upward onslaught.
With his intense and unrelenting pounding, she soon reached another unprecedented peak, a blinding white light flashing before her eyes. Her juices poured over him in huge gushes, raining down on Andre's rod. Still not stopping this time, he fiercely thrust a few more times, releasing his first load into her waiting passage.
After he finally releasing Edith, she rushed into the open arms of Raphael, burying her face on his shoulder and sobbing.
"It's alright, it's alright," Raphael soothed her, gently patting her back.
Andre stood there, gazing at them with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "So now you seek solace from him, Edith? Then did I... violate you?" His words were filled with anguish. "But why did you shiver like that beneath me and find such ecstasy so easily?"
Edith did not answer her betrayed lover. Both she and Raphael remained disheveled, their clothes in disarray. Raphael's bare and erect shaft nestled between her legs. Before Edith could suppress her sobs, she felt her slit, still tingling from the indescribable pleasure she had just experienced twice, greedily tightening, craving more intoxicating stimulation.
As if possessed, she uttered, "I want more, Raphael."
Both men were momentarily frozen in place.
Raphael's joyous laughter echoed through the narrow cave, breaking the tension. "Hahaha! Why wear such a stern face and quiver all over like that, dear Andre! To our wanton Lady Liberty, how laughable is our rivalry! Look, her body betrays her heart. Our angel belongs to no one, but we must both wholeheartedly serve her."
Seeing her timid gaze directed towards the completely transformed Andre, Raphael tenderly pecked her lips. "Don't be afraid, lovey. I will be the one to fulfill you."
After saying that, Raphael leaned back, reclining on the damp stone ground of the cave. He lifted her thighs and slowly guided them toward his swollen member.
Edith's overly sensitive senses, still tingling from her previous climax, vividly felt the warmth and fullness of that throbbing weapon infiltrating her body and soul.
"Ah, thrust into me, my beloved Raphael! It feels so good!" she couldn't help but cry out, an expression of both insatiable desire and revenge against her former lover who had just bullied her.
Raphael suddenly delivered a resounding slap on her upturned buttocks, laughing in response to her startled and embarrassed cries, "You enjoy this, don't you, Eddie? You like it when we treat you a little roughly."
He firmly grasped her legs, almost lifting her off the ground with each forceful attack.
Andre remained fixated on the entwined part of the two bodies, his expression clouded and inscrutable. The tip of his recently released shaft once again rose high.
"Harder! Raph! I love you!" Edith's exposed breasts, bouncing with the rhythm of their motion, jiggled with delight as she let out shrill screams of pleasure.
She yanked Raphael's disheveled blonde hair, pulling him up, and the two of them continued to make love while embracing in passionate kisses.
Andre's throat convulsed as he emitted a burning moan. Finally, he strode forcefully toward the entangled couple on the ground, forcibly turned her head, and pressed his lips against hers, shouting, "You love me, Edith! You swore it!"
Seeing Edith cast a glance of resentment toward him, Andre, with his vigorous manhood, joined this debauched battle from behind.
"I love you too, Andre!" She joyfully writhed her body again. The three youthful bodies collided with a hunger and thirst for each other, creating reverberations in the empty cave. They wished for this unparalleled bliss to last forever.
Epilogue: After this experience, Andre felt that he had lost his pure and lofty virtues and could no longer serve the revolutionary government. He resigned from his position in the Committee of General Security and left Paris, thus coincidentally avoiding the purge of the Thermidorian Reaction. In the end, all three survived, and their unexpected journey led to a weird happy ending.