Podium Play
Raphael jolted up from the bed, gasping for breath, and reached for his neck.
The chill of the guillotine's blade still lingered on his skin, but luckily his head was still firmly attached to his shoulders.
He looked up at the calendar, March 29, 1794.
He had been reborn. In his previous life, as the unfortunate second love interest of the heroine in a novel, he had chosen to take his dreaded walk to the guillotine on his 25th birthday in place of his rival, the male protagonist, to spare the female protagonist from heartbreak.
According to the plot, tonight was the night he would make his despaired escape. Raphael sighed, realising that this rebirth really had a knack for timing. Was there still hope for defying fate?
Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind, "Congratulations, you have been bound to the Aphrodisiac System. Key item: "Intense Aphrodisiac" has been granted. Good luck to you."
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Half an hour later, Raphael strode into the office of the Committee of General Security with his head held high. He confidently slapped a thick stack of documents onto the desk and greeted the person sitting behind it with a smile.
"Good day, Citizen Quenet. This is the work report on the counter-revolutionary investigations in six sections of Paris this month."
"Why is it you delivering this?" Andre raised an eyebrow skeptically, not bothering to stand up as he picked up the documents.
From Andre's evasive gaze, Raphael understood that he was once again writing accusations against him. Instead of explaining, Raphael took advantage of Andre turning to browse through the papers and discreetly covered the mouth of Andre's water cup on the desk with his hand. The powdered form of the intense aphrodisiac, hidden in the cuff of his sleeve, silently fell into the cup.
"What are you standing there for?" Andre gave him a perplexed glare.
"I know I'm not welcome here. I'll be on my way." Raphael turned around with a smug smile.
As he reached the doorway, he glanced back and saw that pretentious man positioning himself closer to the window, chin slightly lifted, wearing an expression of arrogant seriousness.
"Let's see how long you can keep up the act," Raphael muttered, suppressing a laugh.
Just as he was about to take another step, he was abruptly collided with by a warm body against his chest. Instinctively, he embraced the person who was about to lose balance and then met Edith's gaze.
"Raphael? What are you doing here?" Edith looked at him with surprise.
"Edith? You're here?" a voice of delight came from the office.
"Looks like, there's an unexpected gain," Raphael whispered under his breath, noticing the basket of sweets in Edith's hands.
"What did you say?" Edith asked curiously.
"Nothing," Raphael responded with a confident smile. He stepped aside, gesturing theatrically with a "please come in" motion. "I won't disturb you two any longer. Goodbye."
Edith felt that Raphael was acting strange today. As she walked towards Andre's seat, she still kept turning her head to glance at Raphael's departing figure.
"Don't keep looking at him, dear," Andre grumbled as he stood up to greet her. "Did you bring some dessert for me again?"
This time, Edith rushed forward in three quick steps and pounced on her beloved, toppling him back into the embrace of the armchair, and straddled his lap. Andre gave her a knowing smile and pulled out a piece of sweet from the basket, placing it in his mouth, just as he always did, and then fed it to her.
The syrup from the sweet melted between their lips and tongues as they deepened their treacly kiss in perfect harmony.
"You're too sweet, making me thirsty," Andre said with a satisfied and breathless laugh after finally releasing her.
Edith blushed and picked up the cup of water from the desk, feeding him mouth-to-mouth. They played this game repeatedly for a while, until the cup was empty and almost half of the basket of sweets had found their way into their stomachs. Then, Andre turned her body around.
Andre glanced at the clock and shook his head. "I need to calm down quickly. I have an important speech later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he began to feel a wave of heat throughout his body and couldn't help but loosen his tightly buttoned collar.
"It's so hot in here, Andre!" Edith fanned herself with her hand and walked over to open the window before returning to sit on his lap.
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Meanwhile, a delegate of the National Convention passed by the office and noticed Raphael standing by the door with a proud smile on his face. Curious, the delegate approached and greeted him, "What are you doing here, Citizen Saint-Clemont?"
"I'm waiting for the upcoming meeting," Raphael replied.
"It's about to start. Let's go to our seats together," the delegate suggested.
Raphael followed his stride, unable to hide his amusement in his words, "Yes, it will be a most interesting assembly."
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Inside the room, Andre tried to focus his gaze on the speech manuscript on the desk, but the growing heat in his body made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. He hesitated, contemplating asking Edith to give him some space for a while so he could cool down. Just as he was about to speak, he locked eyes with his lover, whose eyes were shining with a peculiar light.
"My sweet, handsome Andre," she whispered, running her fingers over his face and features. "Your physique is so magnificent!"
"Edith, I..." he began to say, but his tongue was immediately enveloped by hers. Edith pressed her soft bosom tightly against his chest, encircling his neck, and writhed her body against him.
Andre's face turned crimson as he felt his member instantly become aroused, throbbing uncomfortably within the constraints of his tightly fitted trousers.
After managing to regain some semblance of composure, he struggled to push away the girl entwined around his body and turned his head, his voice quivering. "Let's calm down, Edith. Otherwise, I'll truly delay the meeting."
Edith was consumed by desire and was reluctant to let him go. She remained nestled in his arms.
Andre futilely reached for the speech manuscript once again but felt a moist sensation in his groin. He realized that the girl's juice had soaked through her underpants and stained his trousers, leaving a suggestive dark mark.
Embarrassed, he avoided her passionate gaze, pushing her away gently and whispered, "Um, Edith, please don't get wet... I mean, could you please get down for now? I'll be standing at the podium soon..."
"Andre, I want you right now! I can't wait another moment!" Edith passionately kissed his Adam's apple, and one of her hands boldly started stroking his penis through his trousers.
In Andre's mind, fireworks exploded instantaneously. He felt his young body yearning and craving like never before. The intensity of his desires seemed magnified a thousandfold, and every nerve in his body was stretched to the point of breaking under the surging fire.
Subconsciously, the young man sensed that something was off, but he was too overwhelmed to contemplate the reasons. Impatiently, he hastily unleashed his throbbing organ, which was on the verge of bursting through his pants, and pressed his lover against the office desk.
The two young lovers embraced each other, disregarding the appropriateness of the place and time, only wanting to unleash the burning flames that consumed them.
However, at this inopportune moment, a knock on the door interrupted them, and a guard outside urged, "Citizen Quenet? You should be getting ready to go on stage."
Andre instinctively withdrew his exuberant manhood, responding to the person outside in an as composed voice to avoid arousing suspicion. Reluctantly, he was about to pull away.
"Don't go, Andre, please!" Edith held his arm with a look of chagrin, refusing to let him go.
"Hush, angel, keep your voice down!" He swiftly covered her mouth, whispering urgently, "I must leave for a moment. This meeting is crucial, I cannot afford to miss it."
"But I'm in so much discomfort," she wriggled her body on the desk, seemingly trying to find some relief from the cold surface. "Don't you feel the same, Andre?"
"I do!" he replied, gasping for breath, hastily adjusting his disheveled attire from their previous passion. "At this point, there's only one solution!"
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Five minutes later, Raphael, sitting in the audience of the National Convention, noticed a small soldier in ill-fitting uniform hastily ascending the podium to tidy up the desk. A paper fell to the ground, and the soldier crouched down to pick it up but never reappeared.
Raphael looked around, confirming that the bustling hall seemed oblivious to this strange thing, causing a slight upward curl of his lips.
Shortly after, Andre Quenet stepped onto the podium. The usually icy young leader had his collar loosened today, and his fiery red vest had a few wrinkles. His thick blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks, noticeably flushed, betrayed his usual calm demeanor.
The hall fell silent as Andre cleared his throat, resting his hands on the desk, leaning forward, and began his speech in a slightly faltering tone, lacking confidence. "Citizens, I stand here today to expose a long-standing conspiracy lurking within the Republic."
At this very moment, beneath the podium, "soldier" Edith couldn't wait any longer and started tugging at Andre's waistband hidden under the edge of the desk. Andre secretly lowered his gaze, using his eyes to signal her to be more discreet.
Finally, when she released his scorching and swollen member, she let out a low, excited hum, gripping it tightly and engaging in haphazard caresses.
A surge of intense pleasure erupted in the speaker's lower abdomen, and his typically resounding voice suddenly became shaky. "How do Danton and his friends treat the principles of revolution? They, um, seem to have forgotten..."
Andre's train of thought was disrupted as the tongue of the girl beneath him unexpectedly attacked the crown of his manhood. Instantly, he forgot the next words he was supposed to say. He trembled as he picked up the speech, using his fingers to locate the next sentence, taking a long while to regain his composure.
Several initially absent-minded listeners raised their heads, curious to see what was happening.
"... um, the full value of freedom. That is to say..." He glanced downward again, locking eyes with Edith's watery gaze.
"Andre, Andre!" she urgently mouthed to him, one hand stroking his cock while the other cupped her exposed breast outside her square neckline, seemingly offering it to him.
Knowing that any further stimulation would only make everything more uncontrollable, he still involuntarily reached his hand down towards her, kneading her erect and rosy nipple. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, prompting him to nervously glance downwards, giving her another warning gaze.
He coughed twice and continued, "He entrusted this important mission to his new friend, Raphael Saint-Clemont: a former aristocrat. What beneficial contributions has this man made to the Republic? He..."
Andre was once again interrupted, as Edith, under the desk, reached the first wave of climax through continuous caress of her clit. At the same time, she tightly gripped the tip of his manhood, causing him to uncontrollably ejaculate the first jet of semen, some spilling onto the floor while more splattered onto her clothes.
The speaker gasped for breath, desperately suppressing the urge to shout out loud.
Danton's supporters turned their concerned gaze towards the accused Raphael, only to see him face the podium calmly, his arms crossed, leaning back against the chair, a hint of a smile seemingly present on his face.
Both individuals near the podium felt dizzy from immense pleasure, but Andre had to pick up the notes, enduring the discomfort, and reluctantly continued his speech.
"We have witnessed the immense wealth and boundless luxury that alliance with the aristocracy has brought to Danton. Do we still have any doubts about their collective collaboration and conspiracy to overthrow the Republic?"
Before he could finish these two sentences, he felt his member, which had just released its load, miraculously regain its strength, even firmer than before, and filled with ample semen once again.
Edith, clearly satisfied with this, regained some consciousness from her dizziness and turned around. She knelt on the ground, lifting her skirt up to her waist, and provocatively raised her bare buttocks towards him.
He slightly shook his head, his expression hesitant. The intense heat between the two of them had not received true relief, and their bodies, having just experienced one orgasm, clamoured for more intense and fervent stimulation. However, engaging in discreet intimacy in this situation still required a great deal of courage.
Edith's body was now completely under the influence of the philtre, eager to be freed, thus she was highly dissatisfied with his timidity. She rubbed her soft little bud against the root of his thigh, making his entire thigh wet and sticky.
Nervously, Andre took a step back, avoiding her affectionate friction. His heartless response caused Edith to burst into angry sobs.
"Saint-Clemont has always been a highly suspicious figure. His attitude towards the Jacobins..." He struggled to build up his momentum once again, only to be crushed once more as the girl under the desk raised her hips higher, pressing her scorching and moist petals against his shaft.
Andre could no longer control his body, which began to move up and down, rubbing against her, offering some relief to the flame that threatened to consume him.
These suspicious actions finally sparked widespread curiosity among the audience. People started whispering to each other:
"What's gotten into Quenet today?" "This is truly a rare sight." "Look at Saint-Clemont's face, he seems completely unfazed." "Has Danton and his group made prior preparations?" "Well, Quenet's move doesn't seem well-prepared at all!"
Andre became aware that his shameful state had been perceived, filling him with shame and anger, yet he couldn't restrain the movements of his lower body.
In the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Raphael, the only one who remained calm and smiled. Annoyed, he glared at him, but failed to exert his usual authority. Instead, it was Raphael who felt his gaze and responded with a confident smile, as if holding all the winning cards.
Andre, at this point, no longer cared about the brilliance and integrity of his speech. He just wanted to end this embarrassing situation as soon as possible and immediately take Edith to his office to unleash their suppressed desires.
Therefore, he directly moved his fingers to the crucial part at the end of his speech, the direct accusation against Saint-Clemont and his associates: "Saint-Clemont, you..."
Before the speaker could utter a word, he was interrupted by his own moan, which sounded incredibly lascivious. He felt his lower region instantly enveloped in a warm, soft, tight, and wet sensation that he had never experienced before. In the midst of their overly intense friction, he had penetrated her dripping entrance.
"Oh, Andre, take me, fuck me hard..." Edith bit her finger and murmured softly, her words muffled.
"You... Saint-Clemont, schemer..." Andre still wanted to persevere and complete his speech, although he could no longer spare a glance at the prepared script. He let his lust-occupied brain haphazardly throw out various vocabulary, his voice even taking on a sobbing tone. "Hypocrite, Saint-Clemont, you... you villain, um, uh..."
He haphazardly threw the speech manuscript onto the ground, humming through his nose, gripping the edges of the lectern tightly to suppress the shivers of his body on the verge of climax.
The whole room erupted in commotion. "What's Quenet up to again?" "Maybe he's feeling unwell?" "Sounds like a pettish scold. Probably felt wronged by Saint-Clemont." Someone joked.
The president standing under the lectern stairs looked up, concerned, and asked, "Citizen Quenet, are you alright?"
"Citizens, I... I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit..." Andre gasped for breath, still unable to free himself from the movements of his lower body. If the kind-hearted president had sharper ears, by now, he would have heard the suspicious sound of water and the collision of flesh.
Seeing the president about to step onto the stage to handle the sudden situation, disregarding Quenet's pleading gaze, Raphael suddenly stood up from his seat and proclaimed in a loud and commanding voice, "Citizen President, I demand to speak."
The president turned around in surprise. "Please, Citizen Saint-Clemont."
The audience looked at Raphael, who raised his arm high, with amazement. He quickly walked up to the lectern and decisively pushed Quenet aside.
Poor Andre could only hastily pull down the hem of his coat to barely cover his exposed and glistening naked shaft. He turned anxiously, facing away from the audience, standing at the side.
In the haze of the aphrodisiac-induced desire, Edith's consciousness had been somewhat hazy. Now, she finally panicked and realised her situation. Before she could react, Raphael had already unfastened his belt below the podium and forcefully penetrated her dripping and overflowing depths. She quickly covered her mouth, suppressing a scream.
"A true patriot is never afraid to directly respond to any unjust accusations imposed upon him,' Raphael spoke with a steady tone, his arms braced on the podium, while his body beneath the desk swiftly and forcefully moved within her honeyed embrace.
"Quenet used a joke directed at Lady Liberty by Citizen Danton to accuse him of lacking the virtues necessary for the Republic. In that case, I can only say that those who can make such a joke instead harbour the most fervent loyalty to liberty in their hearts. They fear the vastness of Danton, because it contrasts with their own paltry and pathetic attempts to imitate the prudence and rationality of ancient Greece with a lack of humour and a pale, tedious seriousness."
At this point, with an abrupt thrust of his sturdy spear, he instantly propelled Edith to the peak of ecstasy. She moaned uncontrollably, biting down on her arm tightly to suppress a scream that could shake the entire hall.
Raphael extended his hand, soothingly caressing her derriere. Then, with composure, he delivered his elegant conclusion:
"I will repeat the joke from Danton — the phrase that some may consider shameful, only fills me with honour. Because I firmly believe that every person is entitled to be find solace in the embrace of Lady Liberty."
His relentless assault continued, bringing Edith, who was already sensitive, to another earth-shattering climax. She struggled desperately, trying to crawl forward and escape from Raphael's grip, but he pulled her back, securing her on top of his throbbing arrow.
"It's almost over, my angel. I shall liberate you," Raphael whispered softly, just low enough that the president below couldn't hear, and then he raised his voice to address the entire audience with one final sentence:
"For a true republican, at the moment of his death, he should be able to say with a clear conscience: 'My only true love in this life is liberty! Liberty! Liberty!'"
As he uttered the last three words, Raphael vigorously thrust forward three times with his entire body, simultaneously using his nimble fingertips to skillfully and swiftly manipulate Edith's clitoris, propelling her to reach the final pinnacle in succession. She gushed forth lucid fountain onto his culottes, while he, in turn, ejaculated the essence of love within her.
This time, she could no longer bear it and cried out, blending with Raphael's joyous shouts, both of them engulfed by the thunderous applause of the entire conference hall.
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Ending: After this incident, the prestige of Danton soared, and the opportunity to purge the Dantonists was lost. They abandoned their original plans, allowing the Jacobins to maintain a broader popular support base and avoiding a situation of constant fear and insecurity.
The Thermidorian Reaction did not take place, and the republican government smoothly transitioned to a period of stability. Once the revolutionary situation subsided, Andre resigned from the Committee of General Security as originally planned. Edith, along with Raphael and Andre, moved to the countryside, living a happy and peaceful married life. Everyone achieved a perfect happily ever after ending
The chill of the guillotine's blade still lingered on his skin, but luckily his head was still firmly attached to his shoulders.
He looked up at the calendar, March 29, 1794.
He had been reborn. In his previous life, as the unfortunate second love interest of the heroine in a novel, he had chosen to take his dreaded walk to the guillotine on his 25th birthday in place of his rival, the male protagonist, to spare the female protagonist from heartbreak.
According to the plot, tonight was the night he would make his despaired escape. Raphael sighed, realising that this rebirth really had a knack for timing. Was there still hope for defying fate?
Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind, "Congratulations, you have been bound to the Aphrodisiac System. Key item: "Intense Aphrodisiac" has been granted. Good luck to you."
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Half an hour later, Raphael strode into the office of the Committee of General Security with his head held high. He confidently slapped a thick stack of documents onto the desk and greeted the person sitting behind it with a smile.
"Good day, Citizen Quenet. This is the work report on the counter-revolutionary investigations in six sections of Paris this month."
"Why is it you delivering this?" Andre raised an eyebrow skeptically, not bothering to stand up as he picked up the documents.
From Andre's evasive gaze, Raphael understood that he was once again writing accusations against him. Instead of explaining, Raphael took advantage of Andre turning to browse through the papers and discreetly covered the mouth of Andre's water cup on the desk with his hand. The powdered form of the intense aphrodisiac, hidden in the cuff of his sleeve, silently fell into the cup.
"What are you standing there for?" Andre gave him a perplexed glare.
"I know I'm not welcome here. I'll be on my way." Raphael turned around with a smug smile.
As he reached the doorway, he glanced back and saw that pretentious man positioning himself closer to the window, chin slightly lifted, wearing an expression of arrogant seriousness.
"Let's see how long you can keep up the act," Raphael muttered, suppressing a laugh.
Just as he was about to take another step, he was abruptly collided with by a warm body against his chest. Instinctively, he embraced the person who was about to lose balance and then met Edith's gaze.
"Raphael? What are you doing here?" Edith looked at him with surprise.
"Edith? You're here?" a voice of delight came from the office.
"Looks like, there's an unexpected gain," Raphael whispered under his breath, noticing the basket of sweets in Edith's hands.
"What did you say?" Edith asked curiously.
"Nothing," Raphael responded with a confident smile. He stepped aside, gesturing theatrically with a "please come in" motion. "I won't disturb you two any longer. Goodbye."
Edith felt that Raphael was acting strange today. As she walked towards Andre's seat, she still kept turning her head to glance at Raphael's departing figure.
"Don't keep looking at him, dear," Andre grumbled as he stood up to greet her. "Did you bring some dessert for me again?"
This time, Edith rushed forward in three quick steps and pounced on her beloved, toppling him back into the embrace of the armchair, and straddled his lap. Andre gave her a knowing smile and pulled out a piece of sweet from the basket, placing it in his mouth, just as he always did, and then fed it to her.
The syrup from the sweet melted between their lips and tongues as they deepened their treacly kiss in perfect harmony.
"You're too sweet, making me thirsty," Andre said with a satisfied and breathless laugh after finally releasing her.
Edith blushed and picked up the cup of water from the desk, feeding him mouth-to-mouth. They played this game repeatedly for a while, until the cup was empty and almost half of the basket of sweets had found their way into their stomachs. Then, Andre turned her body around.
Andre glanced at the clock and shook his head. "I need to calm down quickly. I have an important speech later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he began to feel a wave of heat throughout his body and couldn't help but loosen his tightly buttoned collar.
"It's so hot in here, Andre!" Edith fanned herself with her hand and walked over to open the window before returning to sit on his lap.
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Meanwhile, a delegate of the National Convention passed by the office and noticed Raphael standing by the door with a proud smile on his face. Curious, the delegate approached and greeted him, "What are you doing here, Citizen Saint-Clemont?"
"I'm waiting for the upcoming meeting," Raphael replied.
"It's about to start. Let's go to our seats together," the delegate suggested.
Raphael followed his stride, unable to hide his amusement in his words, "Yes, it will be a most interesting assembly."
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Inside the room, Andre tried to focus his gaze on the speech manuscript on the desk, but the growing heat in his body made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. He hesitated, contemplating asking Edith to give him some space for a while so he could cool down. Just as he was about to speak, he locked eyes with his lover, whose eyes were shining with a peculiar light.
"My sweet, handsome Andre," she whispered, running her fingers over his face and features. "Your physique is so magnificent!"
"Edith, I..." he began to say, but his tongue was immediately enveloped by hers. Edith pressed her soft bosom tightly against his chest, encircling his neck, and writhed her body against him.
Andre's face turned crimson as he felt his member instantly become aroused, throbbing uncomfortably within the constraints of his tightly fitted trousers.
After managing to regain some semblance of composure, he struggled to push away the girl entwined around his body and turned his head, his voice quivering. "Let's calm down, Edith. Otherwise, I'll truly delay the meeting."
Edith was consumed by desire and was reluctant to let him go. She remained nestled in his arms.
Andre futilely reached for the speech manuscript once again but felt a moist sensation in his groin. He realized that the girl's juice had soaked through her underpants and stained his trousers, leaving a suggestive dark mark.
Embarrassed, he avoided her passionate gaze, pushing her away gently and whispered, "Um, Edith, please don't get wet... I mean, could you please get down for now? I'll be standing at the podium soon..."
"Andre, I want you right now! I can't wait another moment!" Edith passionately kissed his Adam's apple, and one of her hands boldly started stroking his penis through his trousers.
In Andre's mind, fireworks exploded instantaneously. He felt his young body yearning and craving like never before. The intensity of his desires seemed magnified a thousandfold, and every nerve in his body was stretched to the point of breaking under the surging fire.
Subconsciously, the young man sensed that something was off, but he was too overwhelmed to contemplate the reasons. Impatiently, he hastily unleashed his throbbing organ, which was on the verge of bursting through his pants, and pressed his lover against the office desk.
The two young lovers embraced each other, disregarding the appropriateness of the place and time, only wanting to unleash the burning flames that consumed them.
However, at this inopportune moment, a knock on the door interrupted them, and a guard outside urged, "Citizen Quenet? You should be getting ready to go on stage."
Andre instinctively withdrew his exuberant manhood, responding to the person outside in an as composed voice to avoid arousing suspicion. Reluctantly, he was about to pull away.
"Don't go, Andre, please!" Edith held his arm with a look of chagrin, refusing to let him go.
"Hush, angel, keep your voice down!" He swiftly covered her mouth, whispering urgently, "I must leave for a moment. This meeting is crucial, I cannot afford to miss it."
"But I'm in so much discomfort," she wriggled her body on the desk, seemingly trying to find some relief from the cold surface. "Don't you feel the same, Andre?"
"I do!" he replied, gasping for breath, hastily adjusting his disheveled attire from their previous passion. "At this point, there's only one solution!"
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Five minutes later, Raphael, sitting in the audience of the National Convention, noticed a small soldier in ill-fitting uniform hastily ascending the podium to tidy up the desk. A paper fell to the ground, and the soldier crouched down to pick it up but never reappeared.
Raphael looked around, confirming that the bustling hall seemed oblivious to this strange thing, causing a slight upward curl of his lips.
Shortly after, Andre Quenet stepped onto the podium. The usually icy young leader had his collar loosened today, and his fiery red vest had a few wrinkles. His thick blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks, noticeably flushed, betrayed his usual calm demeanor.
The hall fell silent as Andre cleared his throat, resting his hands on the desk, leaning forward, and began his speech in a slightly faltering tone, lacking confidence. "Citizens, I stand here today to expose a long-standing conspiracy lurking within the Republic."
At this very moment, beneath the podium, "soldier" Edith couldn't wait any longer and started tugging at Andre's waistband hidden under the edge of the desk. Andre secretly lowered his gaze, using his eyes to signal her to be more discreet.
Finally, when she released his scorching and swollen member, she let out a low, excited hum, gripping it tightly and engaging in haphazard caresses.
A surge of intense pleasure erupted in the speaker's lower abdomen, and his typically resounding voice suddenly became shaky. "How do Danton and his friends treat the principles of revolution? They, um, seem to have forgotten..."
Andre's train of thought was disrupted as the tongue of the girl beneath him unexpectedly attacked the crown of his manhood. Instantly, he forgot the next words he was supposed to say. He trembled as he picked up the speech, using his fingers to locate the next sentence, taking a long while to regain his composure.
Several initially absent-minded listeners raised their heads, curious to see what was happening.
"... um, the full value of freedom. That is to say..." He glanced downward again, locking eyes with Edith's watery gaze.
"Andre, Andre!" she urgently mouthed to him, one hand stroking his cock while the other cupped her exposed breast outside her square neckline, seemingly offering it to him.
Knowing that any further stimulation would only make everything more uncontrollable, he still involuntarily reached his hand down towards her, kneading her erect and rosy nipple. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, prompting him to nervously glance downwards, giving her another warning gaze.
He coughed twice and continued, "He entrusted this important mission to his new friend, Raphael Saint-Clemont: a former aristocrat. What beneficial contributions has this man made to the Republic? He..."
Andre was once again interrupted, as Edith, under the desk, reached the first wave of climax through continuous caress of her clit. At the same time, she tightly gripped the tip of his manhood, causing him to uncontrollably ejaculate the first jet of semen, some spilling onto the floor while more splattered onto her clothes.
The speaker gasped for breath, desperately suppressing the urge to shout out loud.
Danton's supporters turned their concerned gaze towards the accused Raphael, only to see him face the podium calmly, his arms crossed, leaning back against the chair, a hint of a smile seemingly present on his face.
Both individuals near the podium felt dizzy from immense pleasure, but Andre had to pick up the notes, enduring the discomfort, and reluctantly continued his speech.
"We have witnessed the immense wealth and boundless luxury that alliance with the aristocracy has brought to Danton. Do we still have any doubts about their collective collaboration and conspiracy to overthrow the Republic?"
Before he could finish these two sentences, he felt his member, which had just released its load, miraculously regain its strength, even firmer than before, and filled with ample semen once again.
Edith, clearly satisfied with this, regained some consciousness from her dizziness and turned around. She knelt on the ground, lifting her skirt up to her waist, and provocatively raised her bare buttocks towards him.
He slightly shook his head, his expression hesitant. The intense heat between the two of them had not received true relief, and their bodies, having just experienced one orgasm, clamoured for more intense and fervent stimulation. However, engaging in discreet intimacy in this situation still required a great deal of courage.
Edith's body was now completely under the influence of the philtre, eager to be freed, thus she was highly dissatisfied with his timidity. She rubbed her soft little bud against the root of his thigh, making his entire thigh wet and sticky.
Nervously, Andre took a step back, avoiding her affectionate friction. His heartless response caused Edith to burst into angry sobs.
"Saint-Clemont has always been a highly suspicious figure. His attitude towards the Jacobins..." He struggled to build up his momentum once again, only to be crushed once more as the girl under the desk raised her hips higher, pressing her scorching and moist petals against his shaft.
Andre could no longer control his body, which began to move up and down, rubbing against her, offering some relief to the flame that threatened to consume him.
These suspicious actions finally sparked widespread curiosity among the audience. People started whispering to each other:
"What's gotten into Quenet today?" "This is truly a rare sight." "Look at Saint-Clemont's face, he seems completely unfazed." "Has Danton and his group made prior preparations?" "Well, Quenet's move doesn't seem well-prepared at all!"
Andre became aware that his shameful state had been perceived, filling him with shame and anger, yet he couldn't restrain the movements of his lower body.
In the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Raphael, the only one who remained calm and smiled. Annoyed, he glared at him, but failed to exert his usual authority. Instead, it was Raphael who felt his gaze and responded with a confident smile, as if holding all the winning cards.
Andre, at this point, no longer cared about the brilliance and integrity of his speech. He just wanted to end this embarrassing situation as soon as possible and immediately take Edith to his office to unleash their suppressed desires.
Therefore, he directly moved his fingers to the crucial part at the end of his speech, the direct accusation against Saint-Clemont and his associates: "Saint-Clemont, you..."
Before the speaker could utter a word, he was interrupted by his own moan, which sounded incredibly lascivious. He felt his lower region instantly enveloped in a warm, soft, tight, and wet sensation that he had never experienced before. In the midst of their overly intense friction, he had penetrated her dripping entrance.
"Oh, Andre, take me, fuck me hard..." Edith bit her finger and murmured softly, her words muffled.
"You... Saint-Clemont, schemer..." Andre still wanted to persevere and complete his speech, although he could no longer spare a glance at the prepared script. He let his lust-occupied brain haphazardly throw out various vocabulary, his voice even taking on a sobbing tone. "Hypocrite, Saint-Clemont, you... you villain, um, uh..."
He haphazardly threw the speech manuscript onto the ground, humming through his nose, gripping the edges of the lectern tightly to suppress the shivers of his body on the verge of climax.
The whole room erupted in commotion. "What's Quenet up to again?" "Maybe he's feeling unwell?" "Sounds like a pettish scold. Probably felt wronged by Saint-Clemont." Someone joked.
The president standing under the lectern stairs looked up, concerned, and asked, "Citizen Quenet, are you alright?"
"Citizens, I... I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit..." Andre gasped for breath, still unable to free himself from the movements of his lower body. If the kind-hearted president had sharper ears, by now, he would have heard the suspicious sound of water and the collision of flesh.
Seeing the president about to step onto the stage to handle the sudden situation, disregarding Quenet's pleading gaze, Raphael suddenly stood up from his seat and proclaimed in a loud and commanding voice, "Citizen President, I demand to speak."
The president turned around in surprise. "Please, Citizen Saint-Clemont."
The audience looked at Raphael, who raised his arm high, with amazement. He quickly walked up to the lectern and decisively pushed Quenet aside.
Poor Andre could only hastily pull down the hem of his coat to barely cover his exposed and glistening naked shaft. He turned anxiously, facing away from the audience, standing at the side.
In the haze of the aphrodisiac-induced desire, Edith's consciousness had been somewhat hazy. Now, she finally panicked and realised her situation. Before she could react, Raphael had already unfastened his belt below the podium and forcefully penetrated her dripping and overflowing depths. She quickly covered her mouth, suppressing a scream.
"A true patriot is never afraid to directly respond to any unjust accusations imposed upon him,' Raphael spoke with a steady tone, his arms braced on the podium, while his body beneath the desk swiftly and forcefully moved within her honeyed embrace.
"Quenet used a joke directed at Lady Liberty by Citizen Danton to accuse him of lacking the virtues necessary for the Republic. In that case, I can only say that those who can make such a joke instead harbour the most fervent loyalty to liberty in their hearts. They fear the vastness of Danton, because it contrasts with their own paltry and pathetic attempts to imitate the prudence and rationality of ancient Greece with a lack of humour and a pale, tedious seriousness."
At this point, with an abrupt thrust of his sturdy spear, he instantly propelled Edith to the peak of ecstasy. She moaned uncontrollably, biting down on her arm tightly to suppress a scream that could shake the entire hall.
Raphael extended his hand, soothingly caressing her derriere. Then, with composure, he delivered his elegant conclusion:
"I will repeat the joke from Danton — the phrase that some may consider shameful, only fills me with honour. Because I firmly believe that every person is entitled to be find solace in the embrace of Lady Liberty."
His relentless assault continued, bringing Edith, who was already sensitive, to another earth-shattering climax. She struggled desperately, trying to crawl forward and escape from Raphael's grip, but he pulled her back, securing her on top of his throbbing arrow.
"It's almost over, my angel. I shall liberate you," Raphael whispered softly, just low enough that the president below couldn't hear, and then he raised his voice to address the entire audience with one final sentence:
"For a true republican, at the moment of his death, he should be able to say with a clear conscience: 'My only true love in this life is liberty! Liberty! Liberty!'"
As he uttered the last three words, Raphael vigorously thrust forward three times with his entire body, simultaneously using his nimble fingertips to skillfully and swiftly manipulate Edith's clitoris, propelling her to reach the final pinnacle in succession. She gushed forth lucid fountain onto his culottes, while he, in turn, ejaculated the essence of love within her.
This time, she could no longer bear it and cried out, blending with Raphael's joyous shouts, both of them engulfed by the thunderous applause of the entire conference hall.
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Ending: After this incident, the prestige of Danton soared, and the opportunity to purge the Dantonists was lost. They abandoned their original plans, allowing the Jacobins to maintain a broader popular support base and avoiding a situation of constant fear and insecurity.
The Thermidorian Reaction did not take place, and the republican government smoothly transitioned to a period of stability. Once the revolutionary situation subsided, Andre resigned from the Committee of General Security as originally planned. Edith, along with Raphael and Andre, moved to the countryside, living a happy and peaceful married life. Everyone achieved a perfect happily ever after ending