Chương 39: Kara's Sexy Strip Tease And Cuddling With Alaric

The moon hung high and full in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Steele Mansion. The house was quiet, save for the distant hoot of an owl in the nearby forest. Alaric lay in his large, four-poster bed, his body still aching pleasantly from the day's training. His eyes were closed, his breaths even and steady, but he was not yet asleep. He was waiting.

The soft creak of his bedroom door opening stirred him, and he opened his eyes to see Kara, his voluptuous personal maid, slip into the room. She was dressed in her usual uniform, a black and white dress that cinched at her waist and flared out slightly, accentuating her curvy hips. Her ample bosom strained against the fabric, her breasts heaving slightly with each breath. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, a few tendrils framing her soft, round face.

Alaric's youthful face broke into a smile as he saw her. He gestured for her to come to him, a single finger curling in a come-hither motion. Kara naturally obeyed, her large, doe-like eyes fixed on him as she approached the bed. There was no fear or hesitation in her gaze, only a submissive eagerness that sent a thrill of anticipation through Alaric.

"Good evening, Young Master," Kara said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She stood beside the bed, her hands clasped demurely in front of her.

"Good evening, Kara," Alaric replied, his voice steady and confident. "I've been waiting for you."

Kara's cheeks flushed slightly at his words, her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Young Master."

Alaric chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly deep and commanding for his eight years. "No matter. You're here now. I want you to do something for me, Kara."

"Of course, Young Master," Kara replied, her eyes meeting his once more. "What do you wish of me?"

Alaric's smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want you to take off your clothes, Kara. Slowly."

Kara's breath hitched slightly, but she nodded, her hands moving to the buttons of her dress. "As you wish, Young Master."

Alaric settled back against his pillows, his eyes fixed on Kara as she began to undress. She started with the buttons at her collar, her fingers working slowly and deliberately. As more of her skin was revealed, Alaric felt his heart pounding in his chest, his young body responding to the sight before him.

Kara's dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet. She stood before him in her undergarments, her large breasts barely contained by her corset, her curvy hips accentuated by her pantaloons. Alaric's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve, every line.

"Keep going, Kara," Alaric commanded, his voice steady despite the excitement coursing through him.

Kara nodded, her hands moving to the laces of her corset. She loosened them slowly, her breaths coming in soft gasps as the corset constricted her lungs. As the corset fell away, her breasts spilled out, large and round, her nipples hardening in the cool night air.

Alaric felt a surge of desire, his hands clenching the bedsheets to keep from reaching out and grabbing her. He wanted to enjoy the show, to draw out the anticipation.

Kara hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pantaloons, sliding them down her hips and thighs until they, too, pooled at her feet. She stepped out of them, standing before him completely naked. Her body was a landscape of curves and softness, her skin pale and smooth in the moonlight.

Alaric's eyes lingered on her breasts, her hips, the dark thatch of hair between her thighs. He felt a warmth spreading through his body, a hunger that he was only just beginning to understand.

"Come here, Kara," Alaric commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

Kara obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying down beside him. Alaric turned to face her, his eyes roaming over her body once more. He reached out, his small hand cupping her breast, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh.

Kara let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed. "Oh, Young Master," she whispered, her voice breathy with pleasure.

Alaric smiled, his hand moving to her other breast, his fingers teasing her nipple. He loved the way she responded to his touch, the way her body arched into his hand, seeking more. He leaned in, his mouth capturing her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

Kara gasped, her hand coming up to cradle his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes, Young Master," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.

Alaric was relentless, his mouth and hands exploring her body, his teeth and nails leaving marks on her soft skin. He pinched and bit, sucked and squeezed, drawing out gasps and moans from deep within her. He was rough, forceful, his young body driven by a primal instinct he didn't fully understand.

Kara submitted to his touch, her body his to command. She moaned and writhed, her breaths coming in soft gasps, her skin flushed with pleasure. "Please, Young Master," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "More. I need more."

Alaric chuckled, his hand sliding down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the line of her thigh. He cupped her mound, his fingers pressing against her wetness. He was too young to understand the full extent of what he was doing, but he knew he liked the way she responded, the way her body arched into his touch.

Kara moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, Young Master," she gasped. "Please, don't stop."

Alaric's fingers moved against her, exploring her folds, her wetness. He was fascinated by the way she responded, the way her body moved, the sounds she made. He wanted to make her scream, to make her beg for more.

He slid a finger inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit. Kara cried out, her body convulsing around him. "Oh, god, Young Master," she moaned, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Please, please, please."

Alaric smiled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his finger. He wanted to push her over the edge, to make her scream his name.

"Come for me, Kara," he commanded, his voice steady despite the excitement coursing through him. "I want to hear you scream my name."

Kara's body tensed, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Young Master," she cried out, her body convulsing as she came. "Alaric! Oh, god, Alaric!"

Alaric smiled, his fingers slowing as Kara's body relaxed. He withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with her wetness. He brought them to his mouth, tasting her, his eyes fixed on hers.

Kara watched him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. "Young Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alaric chuckled, his hand moving to her breast once more. "That was just the beginning, Kara," he said, his voice filled with promise. "I plan to have fun with your sexy body for the entire night."

Kara's breath hitched, her body arching into his touch. "As you wish, Young Master," she whispered, her voice filled with submission.

Alaric spent the rest of the night exploring Kara's body, his hands and mouth leaving no part of her untouched. He was rough, forceful, his young body driven by a hunger he didn't fully understand. He bit and sucked, pinched and smacked, drawing out gasps and moans from deep within her.

He paid particular attention to her large breasts, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his mouth capturing her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks. He loved the way she responded, the way her body arched into his touch, the way her breaths came in soft gasps.

He also spent a considerable amount of time on her curvy buttocks, his hands squeezing and smacking the round globes, his fingers tracing the line of her crack. He made her get on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow. He smacked her ass, hard, leaving red handprints on her pale skin.

Kara moaned and gasped, her body writhing beneath him, her breaths coming in ragged sobs. "Please, Young Master," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "More. I need more."

Alaric chuckled, his hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers pressing against her wetness. "You're insatiable, Kara," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But don't worry, I have no intention of stopping."

He spent the rest of the night drawing out orgasm after orgasm from her, his fingers and mouth working her body until she was a trembling, gasping mess. He made her scream his name, made her beg for more, made her body his to command.

As the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, Alaric finally relented, his body exhausted, his hunger sated. He curled up beside Kara, his small body pressed against hers, his arm draped over her waist.

Kara turned to face him, her eyes soft with gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Young Master," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for giving me such pleasure."

Alaric smiled, his hand cupping her cheek. "It was my pleasure, Kara," he said, his voice soft. "Now, get some rest. You'll need your strength for the morning to do your duties."

Kara nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled against him. Alaric watched her as she drifted off to sleep, a sense of satisfaction filling him. He had spent the night exploring her body, drawing out her pleasure, making her his. And he planned to do it all over again the next night.

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