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Vol. 1, Side Story 2 [R-19]

[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY.]

The tavern was rowdier than usual. It was almost midnight, but men were still having their fill. Symon wouldn't be there if it weren't for Alexander, who specifically told him to look after his sister to make sure she didn't do anything that he would be embarrassed about. But everyone knew about her.

About her escapades and the varieties of men that she favored. It's not really a secret, and she didn't fight against the rumors either.

Symon sighed. He's just three years older than the duke, but he seemed much older by the looks of it. Not only does he need to make sure that Alexander stays out of trouble, but every time Leticia's in town, he also has to look after her—and they're technically the same age!

"Where could that woman be at this hour? At which tavern?" Symon muttered as he walked through Thuenia's lively entertainment district, famously known as Balerno. It's a district that never slept; with many taverns, inns, pleasure houses, and a handful of shops—it's got a small portion of everything that tourists and visitors often looked for.

Peeking through one establishment to another was taking a year each off his life. He didn't want to see the lady all ravished like some dessert—or maybe she'll do the ravishing herself.

No.

Leticia wouldn't be like that. She would be discreet, at least, since she's the duke's sister.

Yes, she would be cautious.

But no matter how Symon thought of only good things, his mind still told him otherwise. He's been with the siblings since they were little. They were practically raised together since his father was the former secretary of the late duke. But things drastically changed when the two of them lost their parents.

Especially Leticia. A year at sea, she came back all matured looking and with an extra piercing or two on each ear. She also dressed relatively light, with part of her bust and thighs always showing. And Symon would be a saint not to think of his groin whenever the lady casually strode in dressed in fabrics that left little to the imagination just to tease her brother.

Leticia's beautiful. She was beautiful then when she was still behaving like a proper lady, but every time she came back from her travels, she looked even more beautiful and charming than the last. And, of course, stories of her conquers, both diplomatic and of the flesh, were not left untold to Alexander.

The duke barely minded her, but Symon did.

Every single damn time.

Whenever she came home, he would think of all the men she was with at sea or on land wherever they docked. Her sexual adventures greatly worried the duke's secretary, but what could he do?

He's just a virgin still believing in love and fate.

Symon shook his head, disappointed. Even a young stable boy would have had sex or two at this time and age. But not him. He's so adamant on reserving himself for a special moment—a special someone—like some old-fashioned romance-struck maiden.

Sometimes he's proud of it, but most of the time, it embarrassed him too.

He shook his head again.

It's getting really late. Illuminated by the faint light coming from the opened taverns, it's already almost one in the morning on his watch. He's got to find the lady fast, or he'll be attending to the duke while dozing off.

And just when he was about to give up from searching, he heard someone shrieking happily at one establishment. He followed where the familiar laughs were coming and were surprised to see Leticia dancing on the table—wasted.

An equally drunk man danced with her, and the others were whistling and howling. Lively music was played on the old piano at one corner of the hall. The louder the tavern became, the more hyped the lady danced.

It would have been fine if she just danced normally, but she was sort of, what people call, wild, on the table. Teasing meant grinding her hips and lifting the slit of her skirt higher and running her hands on herself in a sexual way.

Symon's eye twitched, and he almost attacked everyone that looked at her salaciously. Though he wanted to have everyone's head on the floor, he controlled himself and strode right in, pushing those who blocked his way. And when he reached the table Leticia was dancing from, he looked up to her with a glare. When the lady saw him, she immediately smiled. Leticia came down and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You reek, Leticia. Let's go. You've had too much."

"No," the lady answered groggily. "You—hic!—leave me here and—hic!—have fun. You busybody." Leticia's head was resting on his shoulders as she forced herself to speak.

If it was Alexander who's drunk, he would've been ruthless and left him to his knights to drag back to the palace, but it's Leticia. Without a second thought, Symon swept her off her feet and carried her out of the tavern. Outside, he sat her on a bench and told her to get herself together.

Symon was gearing up for a long sermon, but just as he was about to start, Leticia gazed at him with soft eyes that begged attention. Since she was sitting on the bench and him standing in front of her, the perfect cleavage that her corset made also came in sight.

Any man would go insane if they were in his situation, but he needed to think straight, or nothing good would happen.

"Where are you staying? At an inn? A manor? I know you left the palace a few days ago and haven't been home since." Symon changed the subject.

"Manor," Leticia said, her head lowered as she played with the fabric of her dress.

Symon nodded. He knew precisely where that manor was. The lady may seem a little all over the place, but there's only one place she usually comes back to, and it's not that far from where they were.

"Let's go. I have to bring you home, or your brother will nag me."

"Will you come home with me?" she said in a soft, childish manner.

"I'll bring you home. Let's go. Stand up, Leticia." Symon ordered, but the lady wasn't really paying attention. So instead of walking her home, he ended up carrying her on his back.

Though she was as tall, only a tad shorter than her brother, Symon's still taller. And even though he looked weak, he trained his body regularly. Being a secretary of the duke such as Alexander was not an easy feat. To keep up with the duke's ever-so-active lifestyle, he needed to be as strong as him physically.

The trip to the manor was short. At the gates was a lone gatekeeper that Symon had to kick awake. When he saw who disturbed him, he scampered to stand up and opened the gates. The lack of security posed a worry to the secretary, and for a while, he pondered if he really should leave the lady by herself because he could just imagine her sneaking out again. Just thinking about it was already giving him a headache.

They were at the entrance of the manor when Symon placed the lady down. From there, she walked herself inside, murmuring something unintelligible. The secretary asked about it, but she only giggled then stumbled on some decorations that were on the way. Symon felt like some sort of maid cleaning after her.

"Where are your maids? Do anyone even attend to you here?"

When they reached the stairs, Symon almost had a heart attack every time Leticia staggered on it. When they finally reached the door to her room, the lady looked back at him.

"What is it this time?" he asked coldly.

Leticia narrowed her gaze at his mouth, and Symon gulped. He also looked at the lady's lips, and a sudden thought of wanting to kiss her flashed on his mind. He shook his head discreetly to clear the unwanted idea. He told himself that it's just the mood and that making a move on a drunk lady wasn't manly.

But what if the drunk lady made her move first?

Symon shook his head again from another unwanted thought. He walked past the duke's sister to open the door.

There's no way that Leticia would find him attractive enough even when she's drunk.

But Symon thought wrong.

He was so wrong when he felt Leticia behind him.

"Untie me," she whispered her mounds touching his chest.

"What? You're drunk. Stop this." Symon took a sidestep away from the door, but Leticia quickly grabbed his tunic and pulled him down for a kiss.

The kiss started rough, and for a second, Symon was taken aback by the lady's strength as he tried to pull away. But the man in him got the better of the situation as he let himself go and pulled Leticia closer for a deeper kiss.

When Leticia opened her mouth to let out a moan, Symon took it as an opportunity and inserted his tongue in. The lady let out another moan, and this time, her tongue masterfully played with his. It was warm and soft and wet. It was loud and a little sloppy, but as soon as his fingers skillfully untied her dress, Leticia pushed him away, leaving him wanting for more with half-opened eyes.

Looking back with one hand on the doorknob, Leticia bit her lower lip and smirked. From there, Symon's inhibitions and whatnots were already out of the window. A muscle feathered on his cheek as he took closed the gap between him and Leticia once more, savoring the bitter taste of alcohol that still lingered in her mouth.

Again, Leticia growled low and let out a short laugh as she wrapped her arms around the secretary's neck, and Symon couldn't help but probe deeper. Pulling her closer to him, her mounds seared his chest. With his free hand, he twisted the door's knob and guided Leticia inside, closed the door and locked it whilst still enjoying each other's… taste.

It was dark inside with the waning moon the only source of light. By the time they parted, they were gasping for air; their gazes still heavy with desire.

"Get these things off me, Sy…" Leticia begged and as if entranced, the secretary obliged leaving only her chemise that did little to hide her curves.

Symon ran his eyes from her lush, slightly wavy hair to the tips of her toes, then up again to stop at her mounds with her peaks standing proud through the fabric. He stared at it, thinking how nice it would be to touch them. But even though he let himself loose a while ago doesn't mean that he has to continue doing so.

He's the sober one; he shouldn't be taking advantage of his master's drunk sister. Aside from that, the fact that Symon's never bedded a woman before put him at a disadvantage. What if he couldn't keep up with Leticia? What if she stopped in the middle because he wasn't good enough?

"I don't think we should do this, Leti," he whispered, looking away. He spotted a dresser and walked to it, opened it, and rummaged for a nightgown. "You should cover up. It's cold tonight."

"What? You're not going to undress me? What kind of man are you? Turning your back on a lady—I'm disappointed!" Leticia whined, but Symon didn't heed. "Come on, Symon. It's not like Alexander will have your head if he knew. He treats you like family. Family doesn't just go kill each other over something so little like this…."

"It-it's not like that!" he said, a little forceful than he wanted, "You're a lady, Leticia. Sister of the duke. You should act like one." He stopped to gauge how Leticia would reply, but since she didn't say a word, he continued, "It's not that I'm afraid of Alexander. It's just that I respect you. I—" Symon's words trailed off to a whisper as his breathing hitched when Leticia wrapped her arms around him from behind, her hands slowly caressing his torso in tiny circular motions.

"I don't want your respect right now, though," she whispered, planting little pecks on his back.

The secretary gulped, feeling her hard peaks against him. Her hand still wandering—his chest, his arms, his upper back, then back to his torso, and then lower…

And lower—Symon's gasped as he let out a low groan. "Leti, no…" he murmured, his eyes closed, and head tilted back.

"I don't see you protesting," she said, her hand caressing his growing manhood through his pants.

With a sharp inhale, he grabbed Leticia's hands and turned to face her, and he saw it. Her eyes, same as his, yearning, begging—lustful.

"Leti…"

"Hmm?" Leticia sounded, her attention on the tucked tunic that she's trying to take off Symon. "Should we stop?" she teased, her cold fingertips sent shivers to Symon as she masterfully took off his tunic. "You weren't this muscular when we last met," she said, her honeyed voice enchanted him.

"I-it has been years si-since we last met. A-a lot has changed." He wanted to punch himself for stuttering as Leticia's hands continued to roam across his body and planting little kisses wherever she wished.

He should stop her, not enjoy the moment. But when he came to his senses again, he realized that Leticia had already pulled his tunic over his head. They stared at each other for a heartbeat before Leticia pulled him by the neck for another kiss.

Symon obliged, darting his tongue inside her once again, his strong arms pulling her closer. Leticia wasn't one to lose without a fight as she teasingly grinded her hips to taunt the secretary.

With a short grunt, Symon stopped and crouched down to pick the lady off the floor and dumped her on the bed. Leticia shrieked then laughed as she propped herself with her elbows. She looked at the secretary again, her eyes devouring every inch of him with a smile to die for.

"Oh no, someone's disrespecting the duke's fragile sister," she said mockingly, "I thought you'd be too scared of my little brother to man up."

For a minute, Symon stood staring back at her. He has liked the lady for a long time now, but her great sense of adventure has left him by himself. They used to always do things together when they were younger; studying, playing the instruments, running, and sneaking out. When her mother died, he was also there to comfort her and help her care for the young duke. And Alexander—he's looked after him more than a secretary. Though he sees the duke as family, he couldn't say he thought the same of Leticia. She has always been someone he admired and adored.

Would this be the special moment he's waiting for? It's not as grand as he thought his first time would be—a quiet atmosphere, flower petals spread everywhere, a romantic dinner, and with a sober enough lady who would remember everything that happened; that's how he thought his first time would be.

"Hey, I'm waiting…" she cooed, spreading her legs for him.

"You're drunk," he repeated again.

"I know," the lady smirked. When Symon didn't come at her like she wanted, she turned to the side and kneeled on the bed. "And drunk me wants you, Symon." Leticia breathlessly stated, her eyes slowly went from his body to his eyes, then to his lips, and back to his body again—then lower. "Right now."

Symon's jaw tensed.

Setting aside everything, he walked towards the lady and took her hand, planting small kisses on her palms, on her arm. He pulled her off the bed and turned her around. As he planted the same small pecks on her nape, Leticia moaned softly, tilting her head so Symon could have better access.

As he kissed her nape, his hand went in front, he planned to just undo her ribbon, but when his hand brushed above her chest, the urge to grab her mounds won and with skillful hands, he started kneading them, her peaks against his palms.

Unsatisfied, Leticia grabbed his hand to stop him and turned to face him. Symon had a confused look when the duke's sister pushed him to sit on the bed. Not a second later, Leticia gathered her hair on one side and pulled her chemise up her thighs as she saddled on Symon's lap. In this position, Symon had a better view of her mounds that Leticia later pushed to his face.

It didn't take Symon long enough to understand what Leticia wanted. He swallowed some air as he wetted his lips. He placed one hand on her thigh, and the other on the small of her back, pulling her closer until he could feel her eagerness seeping through his undergarments.

Symon's hand didn't stay long on her thigh and travelled upwards, tracing the curves of her warm body, squeezing, caressing, until it reached its destination. He was careful at first, only doing little circular motions around Leticia's peaks, but when the lady started grinding her hips, his eyes narrowed on her breast, and with a groan, he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

A jolt ran through Leticia, and she moaned, arching her back even more, her fingers weaving through Symon's hair.

"You're so hard down here," she whispered, grinding her hips slowly, and Symon gritted his teeth. He grunted and moaned, making him pinch her peaks harder. When he couldn't take the teasing for another second, he grabbed Leticia's breasts and sucked the tips through the fabric; he'd circle his tongue around it then continue sucking again like a hungry babe. When he was satisfied, he transferred to another.

Leticia's skin was soft and supple. The taste of her trickling sweat was like a drug to Symon, who kept on sucking one breast, then the other, and so on until he heard Leticia told him to stop. But he knew he couldn't. Every time she came home from one of her travels, without a care in the world, or just for him, she would tell him stories of her sexual adventures, knowing full well that he liked her.

He's had enough of her teasing. There's no stopping him this time, not his restrictions, not his morals.

As Symon sucked on her peak, he pulled her closer to him so she could also feel his growing manhood's eagerness to meet her. He continued playing with her mounds until she was begging him to stop. And when he did, Leticia looked at him, her half-opened eyes welling with tears.

But rather than feel sorry, Symon felt even more aroused. There's not an inch about Leticia that he didn't want to explore, and Leticia turned out to be more vulnerable in bed than he thought.

A smirk ran on Symon's lips, and he traced his hands out of her chemise. Once his hands were out, Leticia's eyes widened, and her lips quivered a little. She stared at her brother's secretary, her eyes pleading, and when he didn't move an inch despite her taunts, the lady gathered the end fabric of her chemise and pulled it over her head. Leticia then reached for Symon's hand and starting from her thighs, she guided him up to her torso, brushing it a little by her breast, up to her chest.

Symon's breathing became heavy, and his throat felt dry. Feeling a little light-headed, he let the lady guide his hand brush her most intimate part.

"I like to be touched here too," she leaned closer to whisper and Symon almost lost it.

His fingers probed the gem he had found hiding behind a thin bush. It's hard and warm. Leticia shuddered when he rubbed it and even though he wanted to conquer her to the Heavens and back, he also didn't want to give her the satisfaction that she craved. No, not after all the time he spent listening to her.

Remembering all the men she must've slept with; all the places they must've touched her irked him, so he slid his fingers lower, and he smirked as Leticia's body tightened, closing her eyes and trying to control her breathing.

She's wet.

Dripping wet that when he pushed through her opening his fingers slid in with ease. But then again, no. He won't give her that satisfaction just yet.

"Why'd you stop?" Leticia whined as she forced her eyes open, her hips instinctively lowered and started to make small grinds just to feel some movements. "You're so cruel, Sy," she lowered herself and rested her forehead against his, her eyes wet with impending tears. "You're really cruel, Sy. If you love me—Ahn…" Leticia moaned when she felt Symon pushed and pull two of his fingers inside her, at the same time, his thumb playing on her hardened gem.

"You were saying something?" Symon asked, planting small kissed on her mounds.

"Ahn… Oh, Sy… Ah, hmm…" her voice was like a fine tune enveloping Symon, enticing him do more outrageous things. And by outrageous, meaning things a virgin like him wouldn't even normally do or think. But seeing how Leticia looked when she begs him to touch her, how could he not be greedy for once? They'd come this far now, there's nothing wrong going all out.

Symon pulled his juice-soaked fingers and licked it as he returned the lady's gaze.

Leticia looked down at him and said, "Kiss me there," As soon as Symon heard her, he pulled the lady with him as he leaned back on the bed. Gathering a bunch of her hair, the secretary kissed her roughly. Forcing himself in her mouth as they both groaned and moaned, their skin melting together in a heated exchange of caresses.

Leticia pulled herself away, but Symon hadn't had enough yet. With strong arms around the lady, he shifted in bed and laid her on her back. With him on top, he wetted his lips before kissing her again. His hands fondling on her soft, full breasts that could barely fit on his palm. When he's had enough of her mouth, he moved to kiss her cheek, the side of her face, her neck; then her chest, in between her mounds, then pecking on her peaks before he continued to kiss lower.

When he reached her torso, he glanced up to the lady, and as soon as he saw her pleased expression with her eyes closed, he kissed her stomach, and then lower, and even lower. Leticia wasn't wearing anything at that point, and Symon smiled when the lady instinctively spread her legs as soon as he started kissing her inner thighs then back to her toned belly.

A series of moans left Leticia's mouth, her hand reaching for his head. Rubbing his locks, slightly coaxing him to go further down again.

Not wanting to disappoint, Symon started kissing her belly, then her inner thighs. Feeling him getting nearer to where she wanted him, the lady spread herself even better, and Symon blew lightly on the thin bush that welcomed him.

Leticia jerked and whimpered. She propped herself so she could see Symon, and when their eyes met, the secretary slid his thumb up and down her entrance without breaking his gaze. The lady bit her lip and inhaled sharply, throwing her head back as her body adjusted, giving Symon a better view—and better access.

"Oh, you're really dripping now," Symon whispered. The musky smell of her fresh juice invited him to prod further, and as he did, pushing a finger inside her, Leticia let out a short scream before she muffled her own sound of pleasure by putting an arm over her mouth. Even if she constrained herself, her body gave her in, moving up and down slowly.

After a few seconds more, Symon leaned closer, breathing on the gem that made Leticia let out a long moan as she arched her back. Not a second late, the secretary pushed his fingers inside her abruptly—two this time—and at the same time sucked on the gem that's sticking out like it wanted to be nibbled on.

Leticia screamed and squirmed; her back arched even more, and her legs spread wider. She clenched on the sheets, trying to control what came out of her mouth.

Symon only stared at her as he did many unmentionable things to savor her even more until he heard the lady told him, "Mhmm… Ye-yes, Sy. Aah. More, I want more Symon…" where he suddenly stopped, swiftly took off the remaining pieces of his own clothes and released his throbbing manhood.

Confused, with half-open eyes, Leticia looked at Symon and was surprised to see his long and thick wand glistening and twitching. Instinctively, the lady bit her lip again and ran the tip of her tongue across her lips.

Seeing Leticia's reaction, Symon grunted, and his eyes darted at her entrance, already soaking wet and ready for him. For sure, he would be welcomed so easily. Just the thought of it was enough to give him an orgasm. But he wouldn't be so easy to give in.

Slowly, the secretary hovered on top of Leticia, and he needed not to take her hand as she gladly reached for his manhood and stroked it.

And she was so good at it. So good that his breathing started to hitch in just a matter of seconds.

"Mhmm…" Symon moaned, biting his lips, staring intensely at the lady. And as if she could read his mind, Leticia propped herself enough that she could bend and lean closer to the secretary. "Leti, no…" he protested but when did Leticia ever listened to him on the get-go?

Without breaking off her gaze, she licked Symon's while stroking his shaft. She licked around it, making small circular patterns with the end of her tongue, and playing with the small opening on the center of its head. Then she moved on and tightened her grip a little, and as soon as she sucked on the tip, then the head, Symon let out a rough moan, his hand gathering a hand-full of her hair as they both stared at each other.

Lust-drunk.

When Leticia sucked his entirety, the secretary let out a grunt and exhaled sharply. He threw his head back with his eyes closed. The immense pleasure had him grabbing on one of the posts of the canopied bed, the other brushing through her lush, disarrayed hair. As Leticia continued to feast on him, Symon reached for her mounds and teased them, making her moan at the same time, which sent vibrations to his manhood that made him weak on the knees.

The secretary thought he'd keep up with the teasing for a while longer until the lady begged him to take her, but he couldn't take it anymore. When he looked down and saw the intoxicated expression Leticia had, Symon just wanted to ram inside her and make her scream his name.

Pushing the lady lightly back to bed, Symon bent down to kiss her. And as he prodded further, so did his manhood. As he thought, he slid in quickly, and he subdued the lady's load moans with an even intense kiss as he started to move slowly inside her.

Symon broke the kiss and moaned on her ear. Her inside felt so nice and warm and a little tight—and so wet he could hear it squelching when he moved. The lady also moaned against his ear, her fingernails digging on his back and arms. Her ragged breathing and her tightness that seemed to be sucking him in further almost drove him crazy!

"You're pulling me further inside you," Symon said breathlessly.

"Deeper. Aah… Y-you're so thick, Sy. I lo-ve… Aah, Ah… it. Aahn.. Mhmm…Fuck me deeper, Sy." she instructed, and obedient as he was, Symon straightened himself, kneeling on the bed, his strong arms wrapped around the lady's thighs as he pulled her closer, his hand supporting her butt. "AAAH, YES! Yes, Sy, deeper. Aah, ah, aah, ye-yes." she moaned, her hand clenching the sheets again as she threw her head from side to side, her eyes shut close. Seeing her writhe beneath her, Symon thrust faster and deeper, sweat trickling down his chest. When he felt the lady's inside starting to tighten, he pulled out his manhood with one swift motion and cursed faintly.

The duke's secretary then laid Leticia gently back to the bed and leaned closer, kissing the side of her mounds trailing up to the side of her face.

"Not yet…" he whispered, and the lady groaned, frustrated, her legs still wide open beneath Symon's narrow hips. Leticia looked him in the eyes with half-opened eyes, pleading to him to continue as she wrapped her legs around him.

"You're so good at teasing. I can't believe you haven't done this before," she said breathlessly. No matter how Symon wanted to tease and delay his desires, his throbbing manhood needed to be appeased. And just as he was about to kiss her again, losing his balance, Leticia was able to reverse their position with one push. Fortunately, the bed was wide enough for a few more rolls. "I can't believe you're leaving me hanging when your cock's this stiff," she grinned, biting her lower lip.

Symon thought that she would finish him off, but it seemed that she's up for her revenge. Instead of accepting his wholeness, Alexander's sister hovered just above him. With the secretary below her, he was given the best view possible. The moonlight lightly illuminating her glorious body—her flawless tanned skin, her perfectly shaped mounds, and her stiff peaks. Leticia curled a little to give Symon a quick kiss on the lips then she proceeded to play with herself.

She sat down on Symon's hard abdomen, letting him feel the wetness dripping from within her. Leticia then started to caress her breasts with her head leaned back, glancing after a short while to see how he'd react. Then she continued to pinch her peaks, slowly grinding her hips against his bare skin, the tip of his manhood poking her from behind. Seeing how pained the secretary looked, a smirk ran across her face. She continued to grind against him, his fingers digging on her thighs, letting out short moans in between. When Leticia had her fill with teasing, and when she couldn't help it herself as well, she slid down a little until Symon snuggly fit inside again like she was made for him.

Leticia moaned louder, grinding even slower, feeling him deep inside her. But Symon's so full of her little sideshow that he couldn't help himself. He suddenly grabbed Leticia by the hips and met with her every grind, his manhood reaching even deeper. Feeling a sudden intense rush of pleasure, Leticia started to move faster in rhythm with Symon. They were so rough with each other that the bedframe started to sound.

Leticia's moans became short shrieks that sounded like music in Symon's ears as his groans became bolder too.

It was too much. Symon was too much for Leticia to handle. She couldn't keep up with him, so she laid on top of the secretary. Moaning near his ear, Symon thrusted even faster. His arms went around Leticia and embraced her tighter as he readied himself to explode.

"AAH! Yes, Sy. That's it. Fuck… aah… me faster, AAAH…" she said in broken words, "I'm cumming!" Hearing this, the secretary made bigger strokes until both of them emptied on each other.

Leticia quivered above him, and he released her to brush away the mess of hair covering her pretty face. With him still inside her, Symon could still feel her inside tightening around him, squeezing him of everything he's got. He instinctively kissed her forehead, but he was surprised when the lady looked at him in disbelief.

Symon asked if it was something that he has done wrong, though, after a few moments, Leticia shook her head, saying that it was nothing with a small voice. She dismounted and laid beside him, hugging on his arm. Even with all his juices sucked out of him, his manhood still looked a little energized.

"Heh," Leticia chuckled, "Didn't know you're a beast, Symon Costen."

Clearing his throat discreetly, Symon caressed the side of Leticia's face and started kissing her again—from her forehead to the bridge of his nose, the side of her lips, down to her neck. Leticia stared back at him, and she pulled him up, kissing him vigorously. Feeling himself rise to action again, Leticia opened herself up and accepted him. They did so until the wee hours of the night, in different locations in her room and in different positions they could think of, with Symon emptying all of him inside the lady.

Even though the rigorous lovemaking lasted until both of them couldn't take it anymore, when morning came, Symon found himself alone in Leticia's bedroom. Confused, he hurried outside with only a blanket wrapped around his hips and looked over the baluster from the second floor. He also looked out in the front yard and in the back, but there was no soul in sight—not even a single breath could be heard.

Leticia and all of her men were gone, and Symon sighed at himself, running his fingers through his hair as he inhaled sharply.

"Is this what they call a one-night stand?" he asked himself, picking up his own clothes scattered on the floor.

SIDE STORY: Leticia & Symon

About her escapades and about the variety of men she favored. It's not really a secret, and she didn't fight against the rumors too.

"Where could that woman be at this hour? At which tavern?" Symon muttered with a death stare as he walked through Thuenia's lively entertainment district, famously known as Balerno. It's a district that never slept; with many taverns, inns, pleasure houses, and a handful of shops—it's got a small portion of everything that tourists and visitors often looked for.

Peeking through one establishment to another was taking a year each off his life. He didn't want to see the lady all ravished like some dessert—or maybe she's ravishing someone.

No.

Leticia wouldn't be like that. She would be discreet, at least, since she's the duke's sister.

Yes, she would be cautious.

But no matter how Symon thought of only good things, his mind still told him otherwise. He's been with the siblings since they were little, and they were practically raised together since his father was the former secretary of the late duke. But things drastically changed when the two of them lost their remaining parent.

Especially Leticia.

A year at sea, she came back all matured looking and with an extra piercing or two. She also dressed relatively light, with part of her bust and thighs always showing. And Symon would be a saint not to think of his groin whenever the lady casually strode in dressed in fabrics that left little to the imagination just to tease his brother.

Leticia's beautiful. She was beautiful then when she was still behaving like a proper lady, but every time she came back from her travels, she looked even more beautiful and charming than the last. And, of course, stories of her conquests, both diplomatic and of the flesh, were not left untold to Alexander.

The duke barely minded her, but Symon did.

Every time.

Whenever she came home, he would think of all the men she was with at sea or on land wherever they docked. Her sexual adventures greatly worried the duke's secretary, but what could he do?

He's just a virgin still believing in love and fate.

Sometimes he's proud of it, but most of the time, it embarrassed him too.

He shook his head again.

And just when he was about to give up from searching, he heard someone shrieking happily at one establishment. He followed where the familiar laughs were coming and was surprised to see Leticia dancing on the table—completely wasted.

An equally drunk man danced with her, and the others were whistling and howling. Lively music played on the old piano at a corner. The louder the tavern became, the more hyped the Leticia danced.

Symon's eye twitched, and he almost attacked everyone that looked at her with malice. Though he wanted to have everyone's head on the floor, he controlled himself and strode right in. Pushing those who blocked his way. And when he reached the table Leticia where the duke's sister danced, he looked up to her with a glare. When the lady saw him, she immediately smiled. Leticia came down and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You reek of ale, Leticia. Let's go. You've had too much."

"No," the lady answered groggily. "You—hic!—leave me here and—hic!—have fun. You busybody." Leticia's head rested on his shoulders as she forced herself to speak.

If it was Alexander who's drunk, he would've been ruthless and left him to his knights to be dragged back to the palace, but it's Leticia. Without a second thought, Symon swept her off her feet and carried her out of the tavern. Outside, he sat her on a bench and told her to pull herself together.

Any man would go insane if they were in his situation, but he needed to think straight, or nothing good would happen.

"Where are you staying? At an inn? A manor? I know you left the palace a few days ago and haven't been home since." Symon changed the subject.

"Manor," Leticia said, her head lowered as she played with the fabric of her dress.

Symon nodded. He knew precisely where that manor was. The lady may seem a little all over the place, but there's only one place she usually comes back to, and it's not that far from where they were.

"Let's go. I have to bring you home, or your brother will nag me."

"Will you come home with me?" she said in a soft, childish manner.

"I'll bring you home. Let's go. Stand up, Leticia." Symon ordered, but the lady couldn't even walk—she couldn't even stand straight on her own. So, instead of walking her home, he ended up carrying her on his back.

Though she was only a tad shorter than her brother, Symon's still taller. And even though he looked weak, he trained his body regularly. Being a secretary of a duke such as Alexander was not an as easy feat. To keep up with the duke's ever-so-active lifestyle, he needed to be as strong as him physically.

At the stairs, Symon almost had a heart attack every time Leticia staggered on it. When they finally reached the door to her room, the lady looked back at him.

"What is it this time?" he asked coldly.

But what if the drunk lady made a move first? What if she seduced him?

Symon shook his head again from another unwanted thought. There's no way that Leticia would find him attractive enough even when she's drunk.

But Symon thought wrong.

Leticia fluttered her lashes and walked slowly towards him. She leaned forward, her bust touching the secretary's chest.

"Untie me," she whispered as she took Symon's hands and guided it to the string keeping her dress together.

"What? You're drunk. Stop this." Symon took a step back, but Leticia quickly grabbed his tunic and pulled him down for a kiss.

The kiss started rough, and for a second, Symon was taken aback by the lady's strength as he tried to pull away. But the man in him got the better of the situation as he let himself savor the moment and pulled Leticia closer for a deeper kiss.

When Leticia opened her mouth to let out a moan, Symon took it as an opportunity and inserted his tongue in, tasting the bitter taste of alcohol that intoxicated—and is now intoxicating him!

The lady let out another moan, and this time, her tongue masterfully played with his. It was warm and soft and wet. It was loud and a little sloppy, but as soon as his fingers skillfully untied her corset, Leticia pushed him away, leaving him with half-opened eyes, and wanting for more.

As soon as Symon entered the lady's private quarters, inhibitions and whatnots were already left behind the door that Leticia already locked.

It was dark, with the only light that illuminated a part of her room was the moon shining brightly and high. By the time Symon turned to look at Leticia, her corset and overskirt were already lying on the floor. The only fabric that covered her was the thin chemise that showed her body's curve in the faint light as she stood at the foot of her bed.

Symon ran his eyes from her lush, slightly curly hair to the tips of her toes, then up again to stop at her mounds with its peaks standing proud through the fabric. He stared at it, thinking how nice it would be if he could touch them. But even though he let himself loose a while ago, it didn't mean that he had the right to continue doing so.

He's the sober one; he shouldn't be taking advantage of his master's drunk sister.

Aside from that, the fact that Symon's never bedded a woman before was also… a disadvantage.

"P-put on some thicker clothes. It's cold out tonight," he stuttered, finding the strength to look away. He spotted a dresser and walked towards it, opened it, and rummaged for a nightgown.

"What? You're not going to undress me? What kind of man are you? Turning your back on a lady—I'm a little disappointed." Leticia whined, but Symon didn't heed. "Come on, Sy. It's not like Alexander would have your head off if he knew. He treats you like family. Family doesn't just go kill each other over something so little like this…."

"It's not like that!" he said, a little forceful than he wanted, "You're a lady, Leticia. Sister of the duke. You should act like one." He stopped to gauge how Leticia would reply, but since she didn't say a word, he continued, "It's not that I'm afraid of Alexander. It's just that I respect you. I—" Symon's words trailed off to a whisper when Leticia wrapped her arms around him, her hands slowly caressing his torso in tiny circular motions.

The secretary gulped, feeling her hard peaks against his back. With a sharp inhale, he grabbed Leticia's hands and turned to face her, taking back a step or two. He stared at the playful smile of a lady—no, a beautiful woman—in front of him as her eyes wandered all over his body, biting her lower lip as her smiling eyes fell below his waist.

"Leti, I…" Leticia was quick to walk towards him to shush him.

"I don't want to talk," she said.

She reached her hand and pulled the tucked tunic from his trouser. Her cold fingertips sending shivers to his spine as it roamed ever so slowly around Symon's bare skin. His breathing started to get ragged, so he looked up, thinking what the hell's wrong with him.

He should stop her, not enjoy the moment! But by the time he came to his senses again, he realized that Leticia had already pulled his tunic over his head and had pulled him by the neck for another kiss. And even though his mind protested, Symon obliged, darting his tongue inside her once again, his strong arms pulling her closer.

Leticia wasn't one to lose without a fight either, so she teasingly grinded her hips to taunt the secretary.

With a short grunt, Symon stopped and crouched down to pick the lady off the floor and dumped her on the bed. Leticia's laugh echoed in the still night as she propped herself by her elbows. She looked at the secretary again, her eyes devouring every inch of him with a smile to die for.

"You're up to disrespecting me now?" she said mockingly, "I thought you'd be too scared of my little brother to man up."

For a minute, Symon stood staring back at her. He has liked the lady for a long time now, but her great sense of adventure has left him by himself. They used to always do things together when they were younger; studying, playing the instruments, running, and sneaking out. When her mother died, he was there to comfort her and help her care for the young duke. And Alexander—he's looked after him more than a secretary. Though he sees the duke as family, he couldn't say he thought the same of Leticia.

She has always been a lady in his eyes.

"Hey, I'm waiting…" she softly said, and Symon shook his eyes, clear of any thoughts.

"You're drunk," he repeated again.

"I know," the lady smirked. She turned to the side and kneeled on the bed. "And drunk me wants you, Symon." Leticia breathlessly stated, her eyes slowly went from his body to his eyes, then to his lips, and back to his body again—then lower.

Symon's jaw tensed.

Setting aside everything, he walked towards Leticia and took her hand, planting small kisses on her palms, on her arm. He pulled her off the bed and turned her around. As he planted the same small pecks on her nape, Leticia moaned softly, tilting her head so Symon could have better access.

Kissing her nape, his hand went in front, undoing the ribbon of her chemise. When he was done, Leticia turned to face him and pushed Symon to sit on the bed. Not a second later, Leticia gathered her hair on one side and pulled her chemise up her thigh as she saddled on Symon's lap.

Looking up, Symon had a better view of her mounds. Wanting to touch it, his hand went through the thin fabric, caressing her firm thigh along the way. When he found it, he lightly pinched Leticia's peak, and she squealed a little. Smiling down at him, the lady bent over for another kiss, biting his lower lip gently when she leaned back so she could properly sit on his lap.

"You're so hard down here," she whispered, grinding her hips slowly, and Symon gritted his teeth. He grunted and moaned, making him pinch her peaks harder. When he couldn't take the teasing for another second, he grabbed one of Leticia's breasts and sucked the tips through the fabric; he'd circle his tongue around it then continue sucking again like a hungry babe. When he was satisfied, he transferred to another.

He's had enough of her teasing. There's no stopping him this time, not his restrictions, not his morals.

And so it started.

The road that he shouldn't have crossed was but a blur to him now. Drunk on the ecstasy of lust, Symon let himself go in more ways than he'd could've thought. With the expertise and guidance of the duke's sister he subjected the both of them to continued pleasure that lasted longer than the former.

Even though the rigorous lovemaking kept on until both of them couldn't take it anymore, when morning came, Symon found himself alone in Leticia's bedroom. Confused, he hurried outside with only a blanket wrapped around his hips and looked over the baluster from the second floor. He also looked out in the front yard and in the back, but there was no soul in sight—not even a single breath could be heard of the lady or any of her men. But the scrumptious whiff of something delicious being cooked perked his hopes up, though he quickly corrected himself.

Leticia might have gone all over the world and learned various things other than cooking. She's a terrible cook who couldn't distinguish between burnt or edible.

Symon sighed at himself, running his fingers through his hair as he inhaled sharply.

"Is this what they call a one-night stand?" he asked himself, picking up his own clothes scattered on the floor when he reentered the room.

Looking at the mess of a bed they've made, his recollection of last night's affair came rushing to him like a mockery.

With a scoff, he took a quick bath and dressed himself. Ignoring the maid who came out of the kitchen with a tray of food in her hands, Symon went out of the manor and into the streets. He didn't bring his horse or a carriage with him last night, so he had to walk back to Balero and rent a carriage home. Good thing it wasn't that far.

By the time he arrived at the palace, he was informed that Alexander wanted to see him as soon as he arrived.

"You knew I didn't come back?" he asked when he arrived.

"You came looking for my sister in Balero. I assumed you won't be able to get back," Alexander plainly answered. "Have breakfast with me. I know you'd be too prideful to enjoy a cup of tea at my sister's manor after she left you by yourself."

Symon stiffened. His face was stamped with confusion and then the duke laughed.

"You know?"

"Well, she came here to say her usual farewell and then told me to comfort you when you came back. I knew what she meant instantaneously. It's alright, Sy. I'm not mad. Matter-of-factly, I feel a tad sorry—" Alexander wasn't able to finish his sentenced when Symon stopped him.

After pulling a chair out, he sat down and gulped a glass of water that was already in the table for Alexander.

"Don't even think of finishing that sentence," he said.

"At least you're not a virgin anymore." Alexander teased and Symon almost grabbed him by the hair so he could go bald and feel humiliated for once.

But he even doubted that given how the duke was.

"It was a great first time, just so you know," Symon said, "It was sweaty and loud and the bed sounded like it was—"

"Oh, Heavens! Stop it!" Alexander threw his napkin and they both laughed over it after.

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