by Ze Blitzkrieg » Sat Mar 27, 2021 1:53 am
Eloise's cheeks flush just a little in the lantern light as you shimmy your breasts at her, pretending as though she wasn't looking. The nightgown is a rather snug fit, although the baggy nature of the garment means you can at least fit into it without bursting the seams like some more tailored garments might. She frowns when you point out the misery of those who decide to hide away their looks.
"Well, some of them might be worried about attracting the wrong kind of attention, y'know." She replies bashfully, and you get the idea she might have been referring to the earlier run in with the guardsmen. "B-But, let's not worry about this kinda stuff. It's getting late, and I'm sure you're tired from your journey. I know I am."
It's not exactly wrong; fatigue is a foreign experience for the divine, but your very mortal shell has very mortal needs, and although you aren't half so tired as the show you put on, it would be dishonest to say you weren't getting at least a little weary after everything you had experienced that day. Eloise brings the lantern to the bedside table, giving you both enough light to peel back the covers and clamor in. It's a bit of a fit, but both of you manage to find comfortable spots on the peasant girl's bed. By the time she pulls the covers up over the two of you and blows out the lantern, all you have left to focus on is the soft moonlight streaming in through the second story window, and the warmth comforting the busty commoner provides as she nestles a little closer to you. Sleep isn't so far off after that.
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Of course, it isn't exactly something you get to experience for very long. You're stirred from your rest by a loud thumping noise. It doesn't seem to be sourced within the near-blackness of your room, or outside the window thankfully enough. Instead, it seems to be coming from outside your little nest. Listening further, you can make out just a little more context; it's a constant, happening over and over again, the pace rapid but rhythmic, accompanied by...
"Ahh! Haah! Mmh! S-Slower, I-Aah! Gods, yes! Ooh!"
Oh. The obviousness of what stirred you from the blackness of rest is readily apparent. It seems your hosts are engaged in history's oldest pass time, perhaps spurned on by the temptation you 'unknowingly' provided Andre. It's ever so slightly hard to make out through both doors, but the wanton sounds poor Camille is making seem to imply it's either a very intense session, or Andre is simply as gifted as his lineage might imply.
It also appears you aren't the only one who heard their union. Easier to make out in hindsight is the whimpering breath Eloise makes beside you, and listening closer leaves you privy to the soft rustling beside you and the softer, wetter 'schlick' noise that follows it every time. What a naughty girl, pleasing herself to her sister-in-law's bliss.