The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 23: The Everstone Party II

Adal made his way back out from the rooftop, and Juliette couldn’t help but take the opportunity.

"My love, I will be right back. I just wish to use the ladies’ room."

As she rose to her feet and smoothed out her dress, her husband beside her, John Pearlington, smacked her soft ass.

The other men around them looked at him with jealousy. They wished that they had wives so beautiful, and pure.

A woman who had been with no men, not even John himself.

"Be quick." The arrogant man said. "Others will think that I am alone. John is never alone."

She forced herself to smile as she headed back into the hall. Once there, she sighed.

"How pathetic." She said aloud. The wine had loosened her tongue.

Her eyes scanned around the hall, looking for the man that she really cared for.

She saw his back as he turned down the corridors leading to a different section of the rooftops. A small balcony.

With a smile on her face, she followed.

With her golden dress, she stood out, but still tried her best to hide her lustful intentions.

She made her way up the stairs and opened a door leading to a small balcony located around the back of the hall.

It overlooked a quiet street, too high up for the passers-by down below to see.

Adal’s back was against the balcony, facing towards her. A sly smile was on his face.

"Hello, Juliette. Does your husband know you are out here?"

She almost laughed.

"Of course not..."

Even with the wine in her, she still couldn’t help but be nervous when in front of the towering man.

She has nerves that she had never felt with her husband.

"I saw you with Penelope." She pointed out. "She seems to have changed ever since being around you."

Adal shrugged his shoulders, not seeming to care.

"Are you jealous?" He asked.

"W-what? Of course not. Penelope is my friend, and I am happy to see her changing her ways. It just surprises me. I have always wanted her to change, and yet no matter what I have tried, she has always been the same. Except now that she has met you, everything is different."

Juliette looked deep into Adal’s eyes. He thought for a moment that she might kiss him.

She was so close that her breasts were pressed up against him. They were soft even through her dress.

"Who are you, Adal Alexandrus? Why are you so different from all of the other men in this world?" She asked sincerely.

For a moment, Adal remained silent.

Then, with a calm look on his face, he said.

"Because I am not from this world."

Juliette’s face didn’t change at first.

Soon afterwards, she laughed.

"Silly." She said, then her hand gravitated down towards his crotch.

Juliette’s fingers found the hard bulge in Adal’s trousers and squeezed, feeling him throb against her palm.

Getting straight to it then, are we?

She looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes, cheeks flushed from the wine and shyness.

"Give it to me," she whispered. "Please. It feels like I’ve waited so long. I want you to be my first, not John... Not my husband."

Adal gave her what she wanted.

He turned her around in one smooth motion, pressing her front against the cool iron railing.

The city lights glittered far below, but no one could see up here.

He hiked her golden dress up over her hips, bunching it at her waist.

Her bare ass was pale and round, slightly red with a handprint.

Probably her husband’s?

To his surprise, she wore no panties.

Where he had expected to see Underwear, there was just smooth skin and the soft, pink slit between her thighs already wet with her arousal.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked.

Juliette looked over her shoulder. She was biting her lip nervously.

"Yes, but what if someone sees us?"

Adal didn’t respond.

He freed his erect cock, and rubbed the fat head along her slick folds.

Juliette gasped, gripping the railing tighter, knees shaking.

She had never felt the touch of a man like this before. This was uncharted territory.

She was dripping, and clearly virgin-tight.

However, she was so wet that once he pressed the tip against her, it immediately slid in.

She moaned gracefully.

"Nngh, A-Adal..." Her voice quivered. "I love you."

He wasn’t even halfway in, and pleasure had already made her express her love to him.

He pressed forward, stretching her open inch by inch.

She whimpered and her back arched as he gripped her waist. With every movement, her plump ass jiggled.

Halfway in he paused, letting her adjust, then pushed deeper until his hips met her ass and she was stuffed full.

She let out a cry as the squelch of her love juices filled the air.

"Oh, Holy Mother," she moaned quietly.

He started thrusting.

His strokes were hard, which made her heavy tits bounce inside the dress and her ass jiggle with every smack.

Eventually, they spilt free, pink stiff nipples exposed to the cold air.

Wet sounds filled the air, and her juices covered his cock.

They dripped down her thighs and made a mess on the floor beneath them.

"You’re making this much mess with your father and husband just a few floors away?" He teased.

She couldn’t respond. Her eyes were far rolled back into her head.

Juliette moaned louder with each pump, pushing back to meet him, bouncing her ass against him.

"I love you," she moaned again, voice shaky. "I want you, not him..."

Adal gripped her hips and continued to give her rough back shots. He reached a hand over to grope at her soft breasts.

He gently pulled at her nipples and pinched them between his fingers.

Under normal circumstances, a woman would reach 100% on the pleasure meter, and reach orgasm.

However, due to his newly learned passive skill, Juliette’s pleasure continued skyrocketing past 100%.

The pleasure was unbearable.

She came suddenly, shaking hard.

Her knees nearly buckled as she lost consciousness for a moment, but he held her up, pounding through her spasms until he was satisfied.

He pulled out at the last second, stroking fast.

Thick spurts of cum painted her ass and lower back in white ropes, dripping slowly down the curve of her cheeks and between them.

Juliette stayed bent over the railing, out of breath, with her dress still hiked up.

His semen glistened on her pale ass under the moonlight.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and blushed. She had just lost her virginity.

"I... I think I blacked out for a moment. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life."