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“Ay, de todas las estupideces…” Carmilla Carmine muttered as she goes through page after page of paperwork. Invoices, reports from product testing, and another slew of apology letters from Vox apologizing for Velvette’s behavior at the Overlords’ meeting. How many of them has she thrown out now? She had lost count. It was past operating hours and her daughters had already gone home. She should be home, too, but there was so much backed up paperwork, she wanted to try and get some of it done, but it snowballed real quick. Carmilla was looking forward to having a night with Zestial. Even has on the lingerie set he likes under her clothes. Too bad that was going to go to waste. Carmilla was so distracted, she neglected to notice the black and green spider climb down the wall and Zestial changed into his true form.
“Carmilla, why dost thou continue thine work?” Zestial asks.
“Just a little while longer, Zestial.” Carmilla assures her secret husband. “This turned out to be more than I had expected.”
Zestial could tell she was stressed. She was tired, the stacks of paperwork were tall, and she was ready to tear up Vox’s one-hundredth apology letter into confetti. The Shadow Overlord hated seeing his beautiful swan in such a state.
“This can be done in the morrow, my love.” Zestial said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Thou can do so much.”
“I know, darling.” Carmilla rubbed her temples. “Did Clara and Odette tell you I was here?”
“Nay. I know thee well enough, my swan. If thou are not at home, thou art here. But thou newest to be away from this place.” He inched his face closer to hers and adds “Even if I have to force thee out.”
“How romantic.” Carmilla replied with a hint of sarcasm. “As much as I want you to carry me out bridal style, I’ve got too much to do as it is.”
As she moved on to another form, she heard the sound of her office door locking and looked up to see Zestial at the door and coming back to where she was. Before she could ask what he was doing, Zestial spun her chair around so that she was facing her husband. He knelt down so he was face-level with her and caressed a cheek.
“Thou needst relief.” Zestial says, that Shakespearean dialect that Carmilla found sexy already easing her stress. “However, if thou insists upon remaining here, amongst Vox’s harassment in letters, the allow me to provide the right…” Zestial’s arms moved from her chair’s armrests to rest on her hips, “motivation.”
Maybe those panties will be put to good use after all, Carmilla thought as she felt a familiar warmth. “What did you have in mind, Zestial?”
Clearing a spot on Carmilla’s desk and picking his secret wife up afterwards, feeling her wrap her toned legs around his waist, Zestial said “Taking thee on thine desk.” Carmilla’s responding blush earned a chuckle from her husband and a kiss on her forehead.
“Not the proper work etiquette, you know, querido.” Carmilla tells him, flirty look on her face.
“It matters not.” Zestial replied. “Thou knowst how much I wish to be with thee, and I have always wanted to bend thee over thine desk and take thee from behind as if it were our last night together. Consider it the proper motivation to return home.”
Zestial sat her on the edge of her desk and proceeded to kiss her with such hunger. Carmilla wrapped both legs around his waist, feeling his growing hardness against her. The Weaponry Overlord would be lying if she said she never had that fantasy, and now she got it. Zestial undoes the top buttons of her blouse and moved her shirt down a little to reveal a black lacy strapless bra with little red bows; a part of the set he got her for her birthday and a pair he liked. He let out a throaty chuckle.
“Hast thou been expecting such an endeavor, my love?”
“I was hoping to do something for you when I got home.” Carmilla confessed, not saying if she got home. “At least, I can go through with it.” As her husband kisses her from her cheek all the way down to her breasts, Carmilla slips a hand under his cloak and slid it down his torso until she found his belt. She smirked when she heard his gasp and proceeded to undo his belt along with his pants button and zipper.
Carmilla slid her hand inside and felt his erection, stroking it and enjoying the little moans her husband made. He must have been eager for her to return home so he could help her relax. At least, when this is over, she can think back on the time he fucked her in her office, on her desk, giving all those aggravating letters from Vox a good “fuck you” that she would have loved to do.
Zestial’s hands moved to her hips to peel her leggings off to her ankles and see the matching panties that go with the bra. He let out a sound combining a chuckle and a growl. He wondered what he would do. Tease her thighs (his favorite part of her body) before going in to eat her out, or insert one of his long fingers inside to prepare her for his massive girth?
“How wouldst thou prefer we do this, my lovely Carmilla?” Zestial asks, slipping her panties off and exposing her lower half to the cold air. He gently inserted one finger into her pussy, which was already wet as it is. “Shall I take thee as is?” He slipped another one into her. “Or cost thou want me to bend thee over and fuck thee from behind?” The moan from Carmilla was his answer. And confirmation of what he was hoping for.
Picking Carmilla up once more, Zestial repositioned her to where she was now leaning on her elbows against her desk, her lower half completely exposed while her top half was still covered by her bra and parts of her top that remained up. Zestial freed his erect cock from its confines and lined it up with her pussy.
“Art thou ready, beloved?” he asks.
“Yes, Zestial.” Carmilla replied. “Fuck me.”
The Shadow Overlord was happy to oblige. Zestial gently slid his cock into Carmilla’s slick folds and she let out a moan that sounded unlike her. Zestial had a tight hold on her hips as he gave time for her to adjust. She had already remarked about how endowed he was when they were in bed, so he was mindful of how he used his manhood. One hand slid up to grope one of her breasts and she responds by grinding his groin while he was still inside her.
Once he was sure she was ready, Zestial pulled out halfway and then went back in; a steady rhythm of in and out as he took Carmilla, listening to her gasps and moans as he felt his climax building up and he wondered if his wife was any closer. Carmilla loved coming out on top, as did her husband.
“Carmilla,” Zestial began, “Art thou ready?”
“I’m nkt giving up that easily, Zestial.” Carmilla tells him. “Give me all you got.”
At that moment, they both came together. Carmilla’s nails dug into her desk as she felt her walls clench around Zestial with a death grip while Zestial’s thrusts were starting to get sloppy until all his seed was inside her. His green eyes glanced to see a strand of his seed leaking out of her pussy and run down her inner thigh, a feeling of pride within him.
As soon as he was sure he was ready, Zestial removed his erection from Carmilla’s pussy and he held her as they both reeled from their bout of passion.
“Dost thou feel better now, my lovely swan?” the Shadow Overlord asked her, holding her from behind.
“Much better, mí amór.” Carmilla replied. She turned around to face him and kisses him. Afterwards she said “Take me home.”
“What about—?”
“I can catch up this all tomorrow.” Carmilla gestures to the paperwork of her now-desecrated desk. “Besides, I think someone needs a reward for all his hard work.” Carmilla could feel him get hard again.
Without another word, Zestial teleported themselves back home so his fellow Overlord/secret wife could give him his reward for cheering her up.