Lust

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TW: Smut, Vomiting

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"Better! Way better!" Complimented the Baroness. She was smiling, genuinely smiling and her beautiful eyes were shining. Your book was purple, yes, but it wasn't negative at all. The Baroness had scrawled down little notes of 'well done' and 'better!!' over the new design. "Thank you Baroness." You smiled.

The Baroness placed her cold hand on top of yours. "I'm so proud of you." She praised, slowly leaning in. You gripped her hands, they're soft. Risking your whole career, you pulled yourself into the Baroness. She squeaked in shock, but she began to kiss you back.

The last time you kissed a woman was when you were 16. She was your history teacher...

"Oh Y/N!" Smiled the Baroness, "This shall be fun!"

Baroness Von Hellman was surprisingly strong. She had you against the wall within seconds. You groaned, which made the Baroness beam. "Oh love, you like that?" She teased, with a strange sort of childishness for a woman of her status. You fumbled with the smorgasbord of words in your throat before replying, "Y- y- yeah!" You're a mess. An utter mess. And the Baroness loves that you're a mess. Because you both know that you're a mess for her and her alone.

She's running her hands across your body. Your stomach, your hips, your breasts, your face. Softly, you followed suit. Soon enough your hands were on her breasts. "My god Y/N..." she moaned, her nose twitching as your hands ran over a nipple. "My lord-"

"My lord Y/N." That wasn't the Baroness. "You're still at it? You've still got all this childish lust?" It's Claudia, in all of her awfulness. How did she become the Baroness? How did the Baroness become her?

You shot upwards.

"You know it's wrong."

You only just made it into the toilet bowl before your lunch came back up. With each heave, millions of snickers and comments buried within you came back to haunt you. You couldn't risk your career for this! The Baroness is a straight and widowed woman.

Staring the girl in the mirror straight in the eyes, you told her one thing. "We are not doing this shit ever again."

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