Eirin's hand kept caressing my thigh.
Gently, as always. But perhaps because we'd already shared our bodies, her touch carried a skilled sensuality.
Starting from my thigh, then to my side, and up to my chest.
Eirin naturally ran her hands over my entire body.
"Is the temperature inside the carriage to your liking, Young Master?"
It felt just a touch warm. The depths of winter in Essenmont were brutally cold, but the carriage was cozy. Powered by magical engineering, it even had heating.
"Perfect."
"Please let me know if you feel even the slightest chill."
With that, Eirin pressed her body even closer to mine. Her dizzying scent drove me wild, as always.
Then she reached out and began unbuttoning my jacket and shirt, one by one. Soon, her fingers brushed against my bare skin.
The tips of her fingers danced busily over every inch of my upper body. I barely held back a moan.
'Feels incredible. Eirin knows every sensitive spot on my body.'
She lightly teased my nipples with her fingertips, never causing pain. But just as I started heating up with that strange pleasure, her fingers would naturally drift elsewhere.
As if soothing and taming my growing impatience.
When the ticklish sensation began edging toward discomfort, Eirin brought her face right up to my body.
Her warm breath, sweet with a hint of sugar, grazed the edge of my lips before trailing downward over my now-naked torso.
Like painting a masterpiece, her tongue wrapped around my nape.
"Slurp... Slurp... Smack..."
This time, her tongue took over from her fingers. Red and glistening with moisture.
Sitting pressed so tightly together on the carriage seat, I had a perfect view of her saliva sparkling and dripping.
That tongue played my body with expert skill once more.
Soon, it reached my chest and sides, her wicked tongue and saliva coating every spot.
"Haa... Does it feel good, Young Master?"
I glanced at Eirin's face. She was the one pleasuring me, yet a flush colored her cheeks.
That blush contrasted so sharply with her stoic expression, fueling my arousal even more.
"Not bad. You're doing well, Eirin."
"Then I'll continue."
I gently stroked her silky, dark bob haircut. Back when I was just a mom-con shut-in, even talking to Eirin had made me nervous.
But things were different now. I'd taken her virginity. We'd already entwined our bodies deeply.
And whether it was the effect of using the Ordinary Noble Scion trait or not, I was growing accustomed to the master-servant dynamic between us.
'And I activated the trait again right before getting in the carriage.'
I had no intention of treating Eirin poorly like Julian might. But at least now I could observe her service from a more relaxed vantage point.
With my left hand, I lightly pulled Eirin's upper body—overlapping mine—into an embrace. She flinched for a moment, but her tongue never stopped its caress.
My right hand then settled on her breast. The familiar soft give came through her clothes.
'No bra.'
Eirin wasn't wearing a corset either. Of course, her waist was so narrow that her figure stood out perfectly without it—maybe even better.
If it was Julian's orders that led to this, I'd have to praise him for it.
I caressed her breasts meticulously, determined not to lose out to her ministrations.
"Ah... Young Master... not there..."
Eirin's moan escaped as her tongue paused. Her breasts seemed especially sensitive. The nipples in particular.
I had no intention of missing such a prime spot. I ramped up my exploration of her chest. Her nipples had already hardened into stiff peaks. With thumb and forefinger, I gently pinched and twisted them.
"Ha-ut... Nngh..."
"You're awfully relaxed, Eirin. At this rate, who knows who's really attending whom?"
"S-Sorry..."
"If you have breath to speak, put that tongue to better use."
At my words, Eirin immediately resumed. My upper body grew slick with her saliva. Strangely, even her spit carried that peach scent.
And beneath it lingered the seductive, animal musk that stirred a man's basest desires.
Eirin could no longer hold back her moans. I was aroused but kept it hidden.
"Haa... Haa..."
Our bodies tangled in a heated back-and-forth. She pulled back slightly, as if steadying herself.
"Then, on to the next service."
Eirin carefully rose from beside me and knelt on the carriage floor. She slipped between my legs.
"You're even more spirited today."
Her hand gently stroked my cock, still confined in my pants. The fabric was already soaked with precum, stained dark.
"Holding back like this must be even harder."
Eirin pressed her lips to the bulge with a soft *smack*. A kiss to my glans through the cloth.
'Eirin... you know my body too well.'
Her earlier teasing of my upper body had been great, but nothing beat direct contact with my sex.
Blood surged to my cock in an instant. Before the pressure could turn painful, Eirin carefully lowered my pants and underwear.
*Pop—*
The buildup was so intense it erupted like a volcano. She'd seen it plenty before, but even Eirin looked momentarily stunned by the sheer size of my massive tool.
"It seems quite angry. Allow me to soothe it."
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft like tentacles claiming their prey.
Her touch remained gentle. Yet it delivered firm, pleasurable pressure.
Right and left hands gripped up and down the length, wrists twisting to add rotation from both palms in opposite directions.
'Too... good. Nothing like yesterday's solo session.'
This behemoth's girth and length had its drawbacks. Even when buried in Eirin's pussy, hitting her cervix, not all of it fit.
The base and lower shaft had been left out of the direct pleasure.
But Eirin compensated now, adding extra pressure to that neglected root as she stroked.
"How does it feel? Please tell me if anything's uncomfortable."
"Just right."
A beauty like Eirin knelt before me. She tended to my raging erection like it was a sacred relic.
I was growing addicted to the conquest and taboo thrill.
'This handjob alone is bliss. Feels almost like sex.'
But it wasn't enough. Our last fuck had taught me pleasure had no limits.
"Eirin. Your hands are busy, but that mouth of yours is idle."
"Understood, Young Master."
Eirin caught on immediately. Her vivid pink lips, glistening with moisture, parted and lightly engulfed my glans.
"Schlup... Schlup..."
Her hands kept twisting while her lips and tongue assaulted the head. One cock, but the sensations on shaft and tip were worlds apart.
Yet together, they sent sharp jolts of ecstasy up my spine from her efforts.
"Chuuup... Chuuup..."
Different from last time's vacuum blowjob. This was pure tongue work on the glans—already hypersensitive from arousal.
Especially when her tongue tip swirled my urethra. The pleasure stabbed through my entire body, impossible to endure.
Ejaculation welled from the base. As I twisted slightly in response, Eirin accelerated her hand-and-mouth assault.
'Driving me insane. What the hell am I doing in a carriage? Feels too damn good.'
Outside waited Coachman Hans and the escort knight. Just one wall away, and here I was with Eirin.
The forbidden thrill and secret pleasure made me praise Julian for inventing this "carriage service."
"Slrp—. Slrp—. Slrp—."
Eirin was in a league of her own. Even after I'd drained myself jerking off yesterday, she had me on the edge like this.
'Can't hold out anymore.'
I gave in to the overwhelming urge and erupted, thick ropes of semen flooding out.
*Spurt—Spurt—*
Straight into Eirin's mouth in massive volume. Without hesitation, she swallowed every drop.
*Gulp—Gulp—*
After wiping the remnants from her face, she began cleaning my cock with her mouth.
"I'll make it clean again."
Her tongue returned to my still-tingling shaft. I savored the delicate tenderness, riding out the afterglow fully.
'But that load... What the hell is Julian's body made of?'
Eirin diligently licked away every trace. Then, with a prepared wet cloth, she left it pristine as new.
Yet no sage mode after just one climax. With such a lewd beauty right here, I'd never go soft.
My monster perked right back up. Eirin gave it a fond caress.
"This alone won't satisfy it, will it?"
Her voice was calm, but I caught the sticky heat in her eyes and tone—different from usual.
But this was the carriage. And we were en route to Reinhime.
"How much longer to Reinhime?"
Eirin checked the carriage clock.
"About twenty minutes have passed."
That meant forty more to go. And with soundproofing... I had no plans to end the service here.
"Then, on to the next."
Eirin anticipated my thoughts without a word.
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*Rustle—*
Eirin's maid uniform slid to the carriage floor. Followed by her panties, removed with care.
Now, aside from the white band stockings on her legs, she was fully nude.
I stared, entranced by her body.
Not tall, but with a small face and long legs for perfect proportions. Slim yet with a cinched waist and full hips that screamed feminine allure.
And those elegant legs. The stockings amplified their appeal rather than hiding it.
Every angle offered visual perfection. Like a priceless porcelain heirloom.
But a few spots made my cock throb harder.
Not huge, but firm and prominent breasts. Those pink nipples stood erect and protruding.
Her signature blank expression feigned composure, but it was obvious. Eirin was excited for what we were about to do.
No guesswork needed. Love juices already dripped from her pink folds, beads of moisture glistening on her inner thighs.
"...Then... I'll resume your service."
With that, Eirin climbed onto me.
"Am I too heavy?"
"Not at all."
I pulled her into a tight embrace. Her breasts pressed against my chest, squishing softly. It nearly made my cock explode.
Then I began grinding my shaft wildly between her pussy lips.
"Ha-ut! Young Master, that's...!"
As her clit naturally rubbed my length, Eirin jolted. More slick nectar poured out.
I used it as lube, rubbing furiously. Gripping her waist, I synced her rhythm to my pleasure.
"Ahng..."
Her moans fully ripened, I knew the moment had come.
I aligned my throbbing member and thrust it straight into her slit.