Chapter 249: Annie’s Incredible?!

"Eh?!"

The Duchess gasped.

"Haaah!!"

Elle cried out. And I—

"Ohh!!"

—couldn’t stop the sound that escaped me.

My soft cock was suddenly wrapped in warm, soft flesh. The head was being licked and swirled by a skilled tongue at the same time that her hands were transforming the child-sized thing into a full adult one with perfect pressure.

"A-amazing...!"

The words slipped out before I could stop them. Annie was terrifyingly good...!

"Aaaah..."

When her tongue flicked across the slit, another moan tore from my throat. I was the only one making noise. The wet sound of the Duchess swallowing hard echoed in the room.

"A-Annie, take your mouth off!"

The Duchess ordered in a trembling voice. Maybe she wanted to confirm with her own eyes what was happening to me. After all, when Elle had done it, it had stayed soft the whole time. Annie stopped, slowly pulled her lips away. A thin string of saliva stretched from her mouth to the tip.

"It’s... so big... It was so small just a moment ago..."

The Duchess’s words sank into me, but right now they only made me harder. Annie’s grip tightened. She stroked with perfect force, her fingers tracing the underside vein. Why is she this skilled? What the hell had her husband taught her? That exquisite pressure, the way her fingers squeezed the core...

"Annie... that’s incredible... keep going."

The Duchess’s voice was hoarse. Annie nodded and took the head into her mouth again. Both hands gripped my hips. What is she—?

Suddenly I was swallowed deep. The head pressed against the back of her throat and was crushed there. What kind of advanced technique was this?! Throat, teeth, lips—everything was working in perfect rhythm. The head was rhythmically squeezed and released, pushed deep then pulled back. Deep-throat technique? No way—if it went that far I’d die! But Annie’s skill was so overwhelming that the thought actually crossed my mind.

And my foot was hot—and wet!

Even though her skirt hid it, Annie was sitting low, grinding her most private place against the top of my foot. Through her panties the cloth was already soaked; hot fluid leaked out and wet my skin. Annie, pull that fabric aside! Touch me directly! Because of that, my cock swelled even harder, skin stretched tight, as if it might split. The head felt ready to explode...!

My hands tangled in her hair and the bun came undone. Bright reddish-brown hair cascaded down. The sudden private feeling made everything hotter. The rising heat was already too much—I couldn’t stop it. Hot liquid was already moving from the base toward the tip. There was no holding back. Annie’s fingers twisted tightly around the root and squeezed upward toward the head!!

"A-Annie-saaan—!"

I grabbed her head and pushed myself all the way into her throat. Then I erupted from deep inside. In perfect time with each pulse, Annie’s throat worked, swallowing, while her fingers kept milking me dry.

"Oooooooh..."

My upper body shook violently. I tried to pull my hips back, but Annie’s hands held me firmly in place. Wet jubu... jubu... sounds came from her mouth. My whole body trembled. I couldn’t even stand, yet her grip on my hips left me nowhere to escape. Her tongue swirled around the head, sucking every last drop as if she refused to leave even one behind. It was starting to hurt... a little too intense... aaaah—

The Duchess and Elle watched the entire scene without a single word, eyes locked on us. The Duchess’s gaze was sharp and hungry. Elle, who had already seen Lily do this once, stared just as intently—maybe even more because Annie was a fellow maid. Both of them had moved closer without realizing it; they were now only about a meter away.

Annie finally released my cock from her mouth and licked from base to tip with a wet sound. Her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded and melted with pleasure. If the Duchess and Elle hadn’t been there, I would have pushed her down right then. Her body had pulled away from my foot, but the heat of her still lingered. If only my foot had been my cock...

Annie licked the inside of her own mouth thoroughly, swallowing every remaining drop. Then she stood, cupped my cheeks, and pulled me into a sudden kiss. Her tongue pushed straight into my mouth. A strange taste—definitely not just her saliva. That distinctive smell was mixed in. She still had some of mine on her tongue... and she did this on purpose. She thoroughly wiped the taste across my tongue.

While we kissed, her free hand (the one hidden from the Duchess) took mine and guided it under her skirt. She hiked the fabric up and pressed my hand against her abdomen, then lower—against her panties. The message was clear: Go deeper.

Still tangled in the kiss, I slipped my fingertips inside the fabric. Beyond the rough hair was a tropical rainforest of heat and wetness. A scorching hot spring waited further in. When my finger brushed the hard little peak, Annie’s tongue stiffened in my mouth.

I circled it with the pad of my finger. Her tongue twitched in response. Soft "ah... ah..." sounds leaked from her throat...

—

"That’s enough. Annie, stop!"

The Duchess’s voice cut through. Everything froze. Our mouths separated. My finger slid out of Annie’s panties. I brought the fingertip to my nose and inhaled. The unmistakable scent of a woman’s most private place filled me. Too precious to waste. I licked it clean. Aah...

The Duchess was so excited she didn’t even notice.

"I-I understand now... So this is how it’s done. Amazing... I’m shocked. Annie, how was drinking it?"

Annie looked at me with a sultry smile, then turned back to the Duchess.

"Yes. It feels like it’s soaking into my body. Much stronger than the portion I received before... ufufu."

An erotic aura seemed to radiate from her words, her breath, her entire body. Sweat beaded on her cheeks and forehead. One drop slid down into the valley of her breasts. Her chest glistened with moisture. The Duchess and Elle were both flushed—faces, ears, necks, hands—and both were sweating too.

"Elle, did you do it the same way?"

The Duchess asked.

Elle’s eyes were still fixed on my cock, which remained hard. The head was still glossy; the shaft had been stroked continuously by Annie. Was she planning to make it hard again and drink it herself? Or hand it over to Elle? Or... maybe drink it from Annie’s other mouth? Expectation surged.