The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Desires of Each (Part 2)

“That…”

Alessandro brushed his nose against Beatrice’s. His shadow fell over her face.

“Please.”

His face was so close that Beatrice could feel the strange warmth radiating from him. His dark green eyes were filled with a desperation she had never seen before. Because of that, Beatrice couldn’t bring herself to refuse his request.

“Well, so…”

Beatrice, panting slightly, recalled the night she had spent with Charles the previous evening. She hesitantly opened her mouth.

“I went into the room first and undressed. And then…”

Alessandro, who had been listening quietly, opened his mouth again.

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me exactly what you did with him. Show me, the same way you did with him.”

Beatrice hesitated for a moment.

“Bea.”

Alessandro’s voice seemed to have a magical quality, a power that stripped away all her hesitation.

So, Beatrice repeated what she had done in front of Charles. She knelt before Alessandro and settled between his legs.

“Aless… I have to take your clothes off first…”

“Do it.”

With trembling hands, Beatrice grabbed the waistband of Alessandro’s pants. Nervous, she fumbled a few times before she managed to pull them down.

Thud! His already fully erect penis sprang out. He was already this hard, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

Beatrice glanced up at him. Alessandro was making a strained expression, as if holding something back, his eyebrows raised slightly. It was his signal for her to continue.

Beatrice grasped his thick, veiny member. It was hot to the touch. She carefully stroked it, feeling it twitch in her hand.

Then she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Her small mouth filled with the heat of his flesh.

Beatrice was careful not to let her teeth scrape him as she sucked. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive areas, making Alessandro groan as he grabbed her head.

“Bea.”

His voice, heavy and deep, was sweet to her ears. Alessandro’s fingers, which had been tangled in her long hair, now held her head firmly. Even such a small action made Beatrice’s body heat up.

This was different from the reluctant experiences she had with Charles. Even though Alessandro’s massive size filled her mouth, even the terrifying appearance of his cock seemed somehow lovable. It wasn’t difficult to keep sucking him. In fact, she liked it. Just holding him in her mouth and inhaling his scent made her so wet below.

Excited, Beatrice worked her tongue even more vigorously.

“Ugh.”

Alessandro struggled to hold back his release, resisting the urge to finish in her mouth right then and there. The fact that she was sucking him, with her lips wrapped around him, was nearly enough to make him lose control.

It took every ounce of his self-control to last a few minutes as she stroked him with her hands and sucked him enthusiastically.

But, to his relief—or disappointment—Beatrice didn’t finish the job.

Pop! Beatrice let go of Alessandro’s cock, which was on the verge of exploding. The tip, slick with precum and saliva, glistened as she kissed it one last time before pulling away.

Alessandro, bewildered by her sudden retreat, bit his lip and asked, “Bea? Why did you stop?”

“You told me to do exactly what I did with Charles…,” Beatrice mumbled, her lips still wet. “I did this with him. But if you don’t like it, I’ll just finish you with my mouth.”

Alessandro’s expression darkened. Looking down at the hesitant Beatrice, he gave her a firm command, “No. Do it exactly as you did.”

At his command, Beatrice leaned back against the edge of the tub and spread her legs. Between her thighs, her already wet entrance was exposed.

She traced her fingers over her folds, rubbing her clit before slipping her fingers inside. With every movement of her fingers, slick sounds echoed in the bathroom, and the wetness dripped out. Her entrance twitched, as if impatiently waiting for Alessandro’s cock.

“I… loosened myself up like this…”

Beatrice couldn’t finish her sentence. Alessandro was staring at her with such intensity that it felt like his gaze was burning her skin. The heat from his eyes pierced her, igniting a deep desire within her.

“…So, what did you do after that?”

“Hmm, then…”

Beatrice, her vision blurry from lust, was about to recall the next step when Alessandro, unable to hold back any longer, pounced on her.

Alessandro grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, and buried his face between her legs.

“Aah!”

He thrust his tongue into her dripping entrance, licking and sucking her juices with abandon. His tongue, slippery and flexible, probed deep inside her, exploring every sensitive spot.

“Haa, oh! Ah, Aless!”

Her hole, already soaked, pulsed with each flick of his tongue, and Alessandro eagerly lapped up her fluids as if they were sacred.

Licking his lips, Alessandro growled, “Whatever you did with him, tell me. Now.”

“That, ah, he didn’t… lick me like this—”

“Then what did he do?”

“Since I was loose enough, ah, so he just… thrust inside me, ah!”

Before Beatrice could finish her sentence, Alessandro plunged his cock into her, stretching her open in one rough stroke.

Beatrice gasped as he buried himself inside her. Alessandro held her tightly, his thrusts merciless.

“And what did he say while he fucked you? Did he just pant like a dog?”

“Ah, no, ah…!”

“Tell me.”

His voice, calm as he asked, was laced with ragged breaths.

“Ah… he said my hole was loose, hng! And there was no satisfaction…”

“There’s no way.” Alessandro laughed viciously. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight, I’m worried it’ll tear me apart.”

As he spoke, Alessandro stroked her swollen entrance with his thumb. Gently teasing her clit, he pinched the sensitive bud, making Beatrice arch her back.

“Ah!”

Her body trembled as Alessandro thrust harder. The walls of her pussy gripped his cock tightly, as if trying to keep him inside. The tight, sticky sensation made Alessandro groan.

He lowered his head and saw the marks Charles had left on her skin. Alessandro clenched his jaw, furious. He bent down and kissed over the mark.

“Aah!”

Beatrice cried out as Alessandro sucked on the bruised spot. He soothed the area with his tongue, then moved his lips elsewhere.

Alessandro left new marks over the ones Charles had made, carefully kissing every inch of her body.

His gentle kisses made it seem like he was worshipping her.

As Beatrice received his devoted attention, her entire body melted in bliss.

Her vision blurred as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her voice, unrefined and wild, echoed throughout the bathroom.

Any worries about being caught vanished from her mind. All she could think about was the pleasure that consumed her, driving her mad.

But soon, a voice pulled her back to reality, dragging her mind out of the waves of ecstasy.

Alessandro, nibbling on her ear, whispered in a hoarse voice, “Beatrice, do you love Charles?”

“Huh?”

Beatrice, dazed, repeated his question to herself. What had Alessandro just said?

“Answer me. Do you love him?”

Ah.

Finally understanding his question, Beatrice instinctively shook her head. “No. No, I don’t. I don’t love him.”

A smile spread across Alessandro’s face. Seeing it, Beatrice was glad she had answered honestly. His smile was far better than the pained look he wore before. Even though her body was exhausted, her heart felt at ease.

“Bea, my Beatrice. I love you. I love you, Sister.”

“Hnn! Ah, yes!”

Alessandro continued thrusting into Beatrice, whispering his love into her ear over and over again until she lost consciousness from exhaustion.

***

Alessandro’s confession was sudden, but Beatrice wasn’t too surprised. She had suspected it. She knew from the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, and the way he held her that he didn’t just see her as an object of lust.

But Beatrice couldn’t give him an answer. She couldn’t accept his feelings, nor could she coldly reject him.

Alessandro didn’t push her for a response.

However, he didn’t waste the precious moments when Charles wasn’t around, either.

Alessandro became even more proactive in pulling Beatrice to him, and their bodies met often. He no longer cared about the time or place. It happened on the piano where Beatrice played her sweet melodies, on the dining table during meals, on the sofa in the living room while having tea, and even in Charles’ study.

“Ugh!”

Beatrice stifled a groan as she sat on the wide wooden desk, her legs spread wide.

Her bare body was exposed as she bit down on the hem of her skirt. Smooth legs, the faintest trace of pubic hair, and beneath it, her most intimate area were all revealed.

However, the red, trembling flesh of her opening was soon obscured by Alessandro’s head.

Sluurp, slurp! Alessandro buried his face into her genitals, eagerly sucking at her vaginal entrance.

His tongue moved like a snake, probing the familiar insides, pressing firmly against her most sensitive spots. Beatrice clenched her teeth against the overwhelming pleasure that shot up her spine.

“Hnnng, ugh, mm!”

She couldn’t voice her moans because the skirt’s hem was still clenched in her teeth. Her groans remained trapped in her throat.

Alessandro, despite missing out on her sweet cries, continued his relentless and sticky caresses.

Beatrice could no longer hold back the intense sensation she had been feeling for some time.

“Ugh, ngh!”

She lightly tapped Alessandro’s head, which was focused on pleasuring her below. Alessandro glanced up slightly, meeting her gaze. Beatrice shook her head wildly, signaling for him to stop.

Alessandro chuckled softly but didn’t comply with her request. Instead, he sucked her clitoris into his mouth, rolling it around.