NTR: Stealing Nobles and Wives in another world-Chapter 5: Elera interruption

I didn't have to wait long to find out what Madame Rosalind meant by "orientation." The next morning, there's a loud knock on my door.

Before I can even mumble "come in," the door opens and there's Madame Rosalind, looking even hotter in daylight than she did yesterday.

She's rocking this deep green dress that makes her red hair pop like crazy in the sunlight coming through my window.

Her corset is doing some serious work, pushing her boobs up to create this deep cleavage you could practically lose your hand in. Every time she breathes, you can hear the fabric struggling to contain everything.

"Morning," she says in this sexy, honey-sweet voice. She smells amazing.

She's definitely checking out my bare chest and abs, not trying to hide her interest at all. "Hope you slept okay. Time for your proper inspection, new slave."

She shuts the door behind her with a click and locks it without even looking - her eyes are fixed on me the whole time. The way she walks toward my bed is like a predator who's found their next meal, her hips swaying with each step.

"Lord Derek told me you were... different," she says, reaching my bed. "But he never mentioned how impressive the product were."

Her hand slides down my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin in a way that makes my whole body tingle. I'm getting goosebumps everywhere she touches, and my body's reacting right away.

"Lord Derek gave me complete control over your... orientation," she says, her voice getting all low and sexy as her hand moves past my belly button. "And I like to be extremely thorough."

Her fingers play along the top of my sleep pants for a second before she just goes for it and slides her hand inside. Her eyes get a bit wider, looking impressed as she wraps her hand around my dick while I'm getting hard. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"As a slave," she says, starting to stroke the dick really slowly, "you only answer to me. Your body—this cock—belongs to me now. I get to check it out and use it however I want."

I can barely breathe when she squeezes it firmly. I'm not really paying attention to what she's saying, too focused on how good her soft hand feels and how her boobs rise and fall as her breathing gets faster.

Just as she's about to kiss me, her lips super close to mine, my status window suddenly pops up:

[NEW ABILITY MAY UNLOCK SOON]

The door suddenly flies open, slamming against the wall. Madame Rosalind doesn't even pull her hand out of my pants - she just turns her head with a look that could seriously kill.

"Why didn't you knock?" she snaps, still holding onto me firmly.

I'm stuck in this weird combo of turned on, embarrassed, and shocked, can't move with Rosalind's hand still claiming what's in my pants. My eyes go wide when I see who's standing in the doorway.

It's a little girl, maybe 5'2" at most, with the kind of beauty that just seems unfair. She's got golden curls down to her shoulders, a perfect heart-shaped face, and these bright green eyes that instantly remind me of Lord Derek—definitely his daughter, but with a softer, prettier look that's all her own.

Unlike Rosalind's curvy body, she's slim with small, perky tits pressing against her light purple silk dress. Where Rosalind is like a full-course meal, this girl is like a fancy little dessert—different but just as hot.

Her tiny waist curves out to subtle hips, and her smooth, pale legs show underneath a skirt that's crazy short for this medieval place, barely covering half her thighs.

"Huh, sorry," she says, not sounding sorry at all. Her voice is higher and more musical than Rosalind's. Her eyes check out where Rosalind's arm disappears into my pants, and she gets this playful little smile on her glossy lips. "I just wanted to see the new slave everyone's talking about."

Something about how she looks at me—all curious and bold—makes me twitch right against Rosalind's hand.

Even in this awkward situation, I can't help imagining how her small, tight body would feel under mine—so different from Rosalind's curves. Those small, perky tits would be perfect in my hands, and I bet she'd be super tight around my—

"Come on, Elara," Rosalind sighs, cutting off my dirty thoughts about who's definitely Lord Derek's daughter.

"You need to knock next time. This is really inappropriate." The irony of her saying this while literally holding my dick isn't lost on me.

She finally lets go of me, and I almost groan from frustration as she fixes her dress and heads to the door. I quickly cover myself with the blankets, but from Elara's amused look, I'm not hiding much.

"But Father said I should learn all the household stuff," Elara pouts in a way that's somehow both innocent and sexy. "Doesn't that include new slave orientation?"

"Not this kind," Rosalind says firmly, putting her hands on Elara's shoulders and pushing her toward the door. "Go to your lessons. Master Harlowe is waiting in the library."

"Fine," Elara huffs, but gives me one last look and a wink that clearly means trouble. "Welcome to our home, new slave. I'm sure we'll be seeing much more of each other."

The way she says "much more" makes it obvious she's not talking about just running into each other. Rosalind basically pushes her out, but not before I catch Elara checking out the obvious bulge under my blankets one last time.

The door closes, and I fall back on the bed groaning, both frustrated and relieved.

"Man, I have blue balls now," I mutter, adjusting myself uncomfortably. "Come on, at least finish what you started."

A minute later, the door opens again. Rosalind comes back in, locking the door with a click that sounds like a sexy promise.

"Now," she says, her eyes hungry as she starts unlacing her corset, "Where were we before my lord's nosy daughter interrupted? Oh right, I was about to give you your first lesson in proper servitude."

As her corset loosens and her tits nearly pop out of her top, I realize my education in this fantasy world is about to get very hands-on.