Trio of Passion

Rough Raph(2)

As the words faded, he lunged at her again, pressing her against the cold stone wall, passionately kissing her, almost biting her lips. Perhaps sensing their impending separation, this time she only put up a symbolic resistance.

Edith's body, along with her dress, gradually slid down the wall, landing on the icy, hard ground. She felt droplets of water splashing over her body, unable to distinguish whether they were from the water dripping from the stalactites above or tears shed by the young nobleman, tinged with a smile.

Raphael pulled out his already hard organ, moistening it with her arousal, and once again they became one. As he moved his body, he swiftly used his fingers to stimulate her clitoris, seeking to bring her even more pleasure.

The desperate and frenzied power that nourished his soul gradually infected Edith as well. Her hips instinctively rose to meet him, yearning for his fleshly arrow to penetrate even deeper.

Faint echoes of soldiers' chaotic footsteps could be heard from the entrance, but neither of them was willing to let go for a single moment.

Suddenly, amidst a brief lull outside, Edith recognised a familiar sound, panic-stricken as she pushed against Raphael's chest, pressed tightly against her own. "Stop, Raphael! Someone's coming in! It's the sound of Andre's footsteps!"

A smirk formed at the corner of the young man's mouth as his eyes darkened. "Hmph, since he's so impatient to come in, let him witness it all!"

Realising his intentions, fear engulfed her instantly. "Please, I beg you to stop, Raphael! Don't ruin him, ruin yourself, ruin the three of us!"

"Kiss me again, my love! But don't expect me to stop!" Raphael's movements never ceased, only growing more frantic. "Let him barge in and shoot me if he wants. Even in my dying moments, I will thank the Lord!"

His sentence had not yet concluded when Andre, dressed in military uniform, hurriedly stepped into this confined space.

Andre's eyes widened in shock and anger as he surveyed the debauched scene before him. He yanked Raphael up, fiercely tugging at his open collar, and roared furiously in his face, "What have you done to her, Saint-Clemont! You beast!"

Raphael laughed unabashedly, pointing towards the girl lying on the ground. "She loves me! She loves me! Can't you see, Quenet? Tonight, she has become wet for me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body trembling beneath mine with pleasure!"

"You madman! Edith? Why...?" Andre shivered neurotically, his gaze shifting to Edith, who was flushed and breathless. Yet, he could hardly bear to look at the suggestive marks on her exposed bosom.

"I'm sorry, Andre, I..." She desperately tugged at her torn neckline, avoiding his gaze. Andre noticed that her eyes lacked sorrow and plea for help, only a hint of guilt and shyness.

Raphael provocatively glanced at him, then pushed Andre aside, leaning over Edith right in front of him, continuing their mad union.

Andre's fist clenched beneath his coat, turning pale as if he intended to strike Raphael. However, in the end, anguish and shame overwhelmed him. He covered his face with both hands and burst into sobs.

The noble youth immediately wore a mocking expression and sneered at Edith, "Take a good look at your baby Andre, Eddie. This is the man you chose over me! A mere lamb, or a little bunny? He doesn't even understand what love truly means!"

Before his words could fully fade, Andre's fist sent him crashing to the ground, Raphael's body leaning to one side, separating from the girl beneath him.

Raphael raised his eyes in annoyance, looking at the intruder, only to be astonished to see the little lamb in his mouth had ripped open his own trousers, holding a weapon that had somehow sprung to life in his hand, then roughly pinned down the girl on the ground and thrust himself in on his knees.