Fairy Helena 12

Chapter 12 – The Falling Sylvia – 6

Cesare had breakfast in the garden, where the sunlight was moderately shaded by clouds and a cool breeze blew in the autumn morning. This was the large garden in the backyard of his mansion, and he used to enjoy having breakfast here in the spring or fall.

Cesare, a knight belonging to the Immune Knights, was also the head of a county family. His father died in battle when he was young, and his single mother, who had been raising two sons with difficulty, also died of illness five years ago. Cesare’s older brother became the head of the family at the young age of 12, but he unfortunately fell off his horse while hunting and died this spring.

Cesare is a so-called lame type of person who likes women and enjoys drinking and entertainment. His martial arts skills were good enough to join the Immune Knights, but he was not very political and did not like power very much. However, when things turned out like this, he had no choice but to become the head of the count family regardless of whether he liked it or not.

Thanks to him, he had a lot of troublesome things, but he also got something good instead.

Cesare, who had finished eating breakfast and was enjoying tea, heard the sound of high heels clicking. Turning around naturally, he smiled his characteristic smile. There, a very appetizing woman was approaching him, looking at him with a slightly reddened face.

Her platinum blonde hair, which was a bit blurry, was neatly tied back, and her egg-shaped face, though not as perfect as Helena or Sylvia, had a very good harmony of features, making her look innocent and cute like a doll. In particular, her deep blue eyes were subtly sexy, making her heart throb for no reason.

She was wearing a black mourning dress, and the shape of her mourning dress was really unusual. Unlike ordinary mourning clothes, it was a fairly well-decorated dress with white lace hanging from it, and it was especially very short and tight-fitting, revealing the figure almost as clearly as the attire of a high-class courtesan.

Her body, which was so clearly visible, was so beautiful that she really wanted to show it off. Her bared neck and shoulders were slim and graceful, and her breasts, along the deep V-shaped lines, were moderately bulging and soft. Her legs, exposed under her short skirt that rose slightly above her knees, were also stretched out. The black high heels on her tiny, dainty feet were bathed in the sunlight and made her shine.

Overall, she was a beauty that men could turn to wherever she went, with an innocent look that evoked a protective instinct and a very slender body. It’s just that the black mourning clothes draped over her body might make her hesitate a little, but Cesare wasn’t a man obsessed with that.

“Gee, Sophia, what’s going on here?”

Sophia was so ashamed of her clothes that exposed her body, she said, unable to look straight at her Cesare as her nails blushed.

“Well, the type of mourning clothes you want are all made. I want to show you once, like this…”

“Oh, that’s right. It’s great. Sophia. See, I’m right. You have the best body. It’s really fun to see it in person. It’s a pity that you’ve been hiding such a great body in a voluminous, drab dress all these years.”

Sophia was so embarrassed that her neck turned red, but she smiled brightly, as if she didn’t hate Cesare’s praise. She was actually quite proud of her own figure. She always felt sorry for not being able to reveal her slender legs and waist to others, so she was her Sophia, who felt strange pleasure while carrying out Cesare’s orders.

Cesare smiled at Sophia as she admired her beautiful body. Sophia, she was by nature the woman he should call her older brother. Cesare, at the age of twenty-seven, was still unmarried because she liked being free, so she was the only lady in the family.

However, no matter how much Cesare liked women, she was not immoral enough to attack her sister-in-law. Basically, Cesare was on good terms with her brother, Pietro, and when she first saw Sophia, he seemed so plain and demure that he didn’t feel sexual desire at all.

All of that changed after his older brother Pietro died in a hunting accident this spring. On the day of his funeral, Cesare saw Sophia in mourning clothes and felt his heart thump. Surprisingly, the Sophia I saw at that time was so pretty. Oh my God, there was a girl who looked perfect in black mourning clothes!

Her hazy white blonde hair and excessively pale skin contrasted with her black mourning clothes, exuding outstanding beauty, and only then did her face, which was properly outlined, look quite beautiful. She looked so pitiful at the sight of her weeping that she had barely been able to hold back that she wanted to hug her.

Perhaps it was not only Cesare who felt that way. On that day, all the men who attended the funeral were fascinated by the widow’s exquisite beauty rather than paying their respects to the deceased. Everyone whispered, “Where the hell was this beauty hiding?”

Cesare approached Sofia, who was slightly twisting her head, and she pulled her short skirt up and hugged her hips. Her soft ass touched with the feel of her soft stockings.

“Crane!”

Sophia let out her short moan as she collapsed helplessly into her Cesare’s arms. As was the case that day, Sophia’s body was really sensitive and hot to the extent that it was unimaginable from her modest appearance. Even now, as she gently hugged her and kneaded her buttocks, her Sofia’s body was already burning like a ball of fire.

Cesare smiled involuntarily as he recalled the events of that day. On the day of her funeral, Cesare, who was seduced by Sophia’s beauty, pondered for a moment, but quickly made up her mind. His older brother is already dead anyway. Therefore, there was no reason to be particularly reluctant, and it is certainly a good thing to hug a poor woman who suddenly became a widow at a young age. Having thus simply justified himself, Cesare attacked Sophia the same night.

Surprisingly, Sophia offered little resistance and Cesare accepted. Sophia, who had been unable to sleep through her tears, pulled off her nightgown as her man hugged her vigorously, groping her lips, and she opened her eyes in amazement, but she did not let out a scream. Did not No, rather, her body from her man’s skillful caress heated up in an instant, and she shuddered at the exhilarating pleasure.

Only then did Cesare know. Sophia was a very colorful woman, the opposite of her modest appearance. The reason she cried so much was that at that young age, her regret was that she would no longer be able to taste her man. Even though Sophia was her husband’s brother, she was ashamed but delighted when a strong man four years older than her (originally Pietro and Sophia were seven years apart) attacked her.

For her exceptionally sensitive and lustful body, her sex was the joy and vitality of her life.

So her widow, even before the funeral day of her late husband had passed, intermingled with the man whom she had just called “Mister.” Afterwards Cesare became Sophia’s lord, and she utterly obeyed her man, considering the pleasures he bestowed on her as her highest blessing.

Originally, according to the Fent Empire’s law, a widow’s mourning period was three months, and her remarriage was encouraged, but that was the story of the common people. The widow of the wealthy and nobles had to live her whole life confined to a corner of the house, wearing only mourning clothes.

Of course, Sofia had to wear mourning clothes all the time, but that didn’t bother Cesare and Sophia at all. Sophia’s beauty should match the black color of her mourning dress, but it shines for the first time. Also, when Cesare noticed that Sophia had a surprisingly good figure, he repeatedly asked her to wear a short one-piece dress that showed off her slender figure.

She was shy at first, but eventually yielded to her master’s command and appeared today wearing her clothes that she had worked so hard to make.

Cesare, who was caressing her hips and thighs with one hand and unbuttoned her clothes with the other, vigorously kneaded her breasts, then suddenly turned her body around and saw that she was eating breakfast. Pushed it towards the table.

“Haha! Ahh, live a little longer…”

Sophia, already accustomed to this behavior, bowed down on her table and put her hips back. Cesare hurriedly took off her pants, then lifted Sophia’s skirt and pulled down her stockings and panties all at once. Her white, plump buttocks were exposed in the bright sunlight.

“Ah, no way… In broad daylight like this, what if someone sees it… Hmmm…”

Contrary to the slurred words that flowed from her lips, Sophia’s cunt was constantly spitting out clear juices. Cesare, of course, ignored her woman’s pleas, and obeyed her instincts.

Sophia’s slender legs trembled and began to spread from side to side of her. Her black high heels twisted as she slammed against the floor. It was finally inserted. Her slender body was pushed onto the table, and a hot groan escaped from her red lips.

“Ah! I love you, Master… Kill me. Come on… Haa…”

Sophia loved her to the point of shedding tears. Cesare squeezed her bare breasts and her buttocks painfully as she pressed against them, but Sophia seemed to take more pleasure from the intense movement. For her innocent doll, her Sophia, being trampled on by her man was her greatest pleasure.

Then Sophia let out her loud scream, which made her whole body stiffen and shuddered. Having gone all the way, she convulsed as she slowly slid across the table and fell to the floor. Sophia sat down in her sexy pose, her legs together, exposing her thighs and breasts, breathing heavily through her hazy eyes. Her ass and pussy twitched automatically, giving her new pleasure.

Cesare, who was lovingly stroking Sophia’s wheezing platinum hair, suddenly pulled her hair.

“Crane!”

Sophia turned her head as she groaned. In front of her sky-blue eyes, her man’s huge penis twitched.

“Hey, Sofia, I haven’t done it yet. What are you going to do about it, going off on your own?”
“Oh, look at me, hehe…”

Sophia, who had been fawning while making her snorts, eventually put her man’s penis into her mouth with the expression of a child receiving a delicious snack. Sofia cleverly stimulating her with her tongue while sucking happily, and her Cesare smiled as she looked at her.

As always, Sylvia, the crown princess of the Fent Empire, took a bath after dinner today. Her ladies-in-waiting washed her body clean, but perhaps because her body had become too sensitive these days, every time they wiped her erogenous zones, she involuntarily let out a languid nasal sound, which was a bit embarrassing. Her ladies-in-waiting, including her Fulvia, silently laughed at her when they saw her like that.

It’s a new word, but Sylvia’s naked body after her bath was as dazzlingly beautiful as expected. Her face, especially her slightly flushed face, and her water droplets on her immaculate skin looked perfectly fresh.

Sylvia wore only a thin bathrobe over her naked body, wearing neither panties nor bra. She said her guest, who was coming tonight, didn’t want her to wear her underwear. After the make-up was finished, the ladies-in-waiting quietly withdrew.

Sylvia went to the window to watch the stars, wearing only a thin silk gown, but the length of the gown was so short that her slender legs and white thighs were exposed. With her long silver hair hanging down near her waist, she was gazing blankly at the night sky, when she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

Even though she knew someone was approaching, she didn’t budge and kept her posture, which seemed alluring at first glance. Then her body trembled slightly as her large, rough hand touched her, Sylvia’s fragile shoulder.