Butter for the Balls

Chapter Four

They were working for hours, pounding, draining, and finalizing the butter, moving each small part into a box full of ice so that it could freeze as fast as possible before they molded it together. The night sky fell into the kitchen and Chad could hear the breeze moving through the trees outside. The castle slowed and quieted through the hours, and soon all they could hear were their own thoughts and the sloshing butter beneath them. The silence was seriously intense but Adrianna wasn't making any moves to break it. Chad wasn't sure what he could say that would settle his stomach, but with the sloshing of the wet liquid, and seeing Adrianna's breasts bounce around – damn if that didn't make him horny, he wasn't sure what else would.

Just when he thinks he is about to jump on her, she throws down her mallet thingy, and sits back with a long sigh.

"My arms are exhausted. I don't think I can do any more." Her arms hang at her sides with her palms up as she stared at the wooden ceiling.

"Don't worry, I'll finish your portion. You can just relax until I am done and we can head to bed." Chad got up to drag her bucket towards him, "It is getting pretty late."

Just as he was about to grab it though, she had already yanked it from his grip, "No, no, you don't have to do that! My arms don't hurt that bad."

Chad could tell that she was pretty weak, but she didn't want to seem weak. But he didn't want her to win. A smile crept up a side of his mouth.

"I insist, I can tell you have been working all day and I can finish this up pretty easily." Chad said in response and tugged back, making the frothy butter slosh in the bucket.

"Well if you can finish it up easily then I can, too." She tugged back even harder, making him lose his balance. He stood up and straightened himself, and she did the same.

"I am trying to be a gentleman, Miss Sasquatch. Why don't you let me help you? I can just take this" he tugged even harder, "off of your hands."

Adrianna didn't even wait to say anything before yanking again, "I can do it myself! I am a strong independent woman!"

Oh, at that his cock was really throbbing. He looooooved independent women *drools*. But he still wanted to win, and continued to tug on the bucket. The whole experience was arousing and he could tell Adrianna was enjoying it all underneath her icy surface. Chad tugged again, making Adrianna loosen her footing, but she quickly recovered, pulling the bucket with all her weight. Chad pulled as well, but Adrianna didn't know that her foot was frightening close to a slab of smooth butter, and stepped right into the milky mix. Her foot slipped and in her efforts to catch her fall her hands tried to grab the nearest thing: the container of butter. It flipped and poured all over her chest and torso, and then crashed to the floor. She landed with a thud on the ground and groaned, defeated.

Her seven layer dress was covered in liquid butter and finally Chad had the perfect excuse to take off all of her clothes.

"Ugh, this is a disaster!" she exclaimed, attempting to wipe off some of the substance off of her dress to no avail. Chad leaned down to help her wipe some of it off, but she noticed he was nearing her breasts and paused. "I am sure I can wash up back in my quarters. You don't have to help me."

"Oh, nonsense. We wouldn't want you walking around the castle like this!" He started tracing his fingers across her collar bone while she eyed him suspiciously, not saying a word. She shivered at his touch and said,

"Good thing no one is awake." Adrianna closed her eyes for a brief moment, but as soon as Chad's fingers felt their ways underneath her skirts, they shot open again. She grabbed his hand and paused, looking into his blue green grey black eyes. So deep and dark. What a bad boy. She hadn't done anything like this before, especially not with a Duke, but she was so horny and lonely, she wouldn't for the life of her pass this opportunity up.