~NEED~ (SasuSaku)

Chapter 7- Reunification | Espionage (Lime)

"Spread your legs, Sakura." The Grand Duke instructed his wife in between breaths. His thick hardened shaft grew larger as he glided his hand brusquely in a perpendicular motion, not taking his eyes off from his seductive wife.

His temptress lifted her skirt and opened her legs whole heartedly, to show him how hot and ravishing her fleshy heat is despite it being covered by a thin lacey garment.

The cream lacey under cloth was not helpful in hiding his wife's arousal, a clear stain can be seen at the center of his wife's lady part and it drove him insane. It help trigger his hand to hasten its movements.

"Sasuke-kun, are you sure this is enough?" Sakura asked, more like a question to herself. She may have suggested this but it seems it had an adverse effect on her end. Her body getting hotter by the second as she watches her husband stimulate himself.

A voyeuristic activity that should help the Grand Duke relieve himself or so she thought. More like it gave spice to their sex life. Her flushed face and lewd eyes sent signals that she wanted more, feeling her core ooze with her obscene creamy white fluid. She wanted to touch herself too. Her mind went into a craze and unconsciously reached to touch her yearning heat.

The impassioned feeling of stroking her wet folds were halted by her husband's other hand.

"Don't." He commanded, intertwining their fingers together.

Her eyes pleading. "But, I feel that.. Ahh!"

The rosette's words stopped mid-sentence as she felt the Grand Duke's tongue stroke her wet core. And the feeling was electrifying, her lace under cloth rubbing against her dripping sex as he expertly stroke her crevices the same way you lick a flavorful sherbet, but instead of an icy feeling it was blazing hot. The pleasing nectar taste and aromatic smell made him crave for more.

His hand movement to his manhood raced, with his expertly darting tongue giving both of them pleasure as they rode their climax almost together. Sasuke cuming a few seconds early than his Grand Duchess.

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"I'm nervous, Sasuke-kun." Sakura said after she took a deep breath. They were walking towards the Diamond hall, the grandest ballroom hall within the palace that is used only to celebrate imperial functions.

"Don't be, Scarlet taught you everything you should know." He kissed her hand as gentle as he could to help her calm her nerves. "You'll mostly just smile and dance with me." He chuckled as he finished his sentence.

"Dancing does not really help. I stepped on your foot a couple of times while practicing." She whined.

He chuckled again. "I actually wore protective shoes for that so you can step on me anytime you want."

The rosette rolled her eyes to her husband's sarcasm, but he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Or we could go to one of the balconies later to continue where we left off. That would help you avoid unnecessary conversation with unwanted nobles."

It didn't take a minute for Sakura to turn red from his husband's suggestion. She wanted to protest but failed to do so when she heard the master of ceremonies, who was standing near the opened ballroom door, loudly announced their arrival.

All eyes were on them as they walk down the grand staircase of the ballroom hall. Whispers of surprise, amazement and scrutiny surrounded the room. Scrutiny as to why of all the bachelorette available, the Grand Duke chose someone who wasn't well established in the noble society, even though she's the sheltered Marquess's daughter.

This is Sakura's first formal debut into the noble society. And that did not sit right into Marquess Harunos's plans. He was standing with the other nobles of the round table near the champagne area when he caught a glimpse of her missing daughter, escorted by the Grand Duke as his wife.

It wasn't just her background that held a lot of perusal. The noble ladies did not miss the chance to tittle-tattle about the Grand Duchess's formal gown. Whispering campaign to everyone that she obviously wasn't wearing any corset and a pannier. The audacity of her to be oblivious and not following the current fashion trend.

Although not every noble lady agreed that it was a fashion disaster, because she looked perfectly like a celestial being, her waistline was faultlessly in shape. Not needing any correction from a foundation garment. And some may have wondered how comfortable it would be not wearing any torturous girdle, that even men could tell the difference of how exquisite the Grand Duchess's hour glass shape is without the use of such instruments.

The rumors regarding the rosette's unprepossessing beauty were falsely splayed in front of them. Thus, murmurs from noblemen were prominent in expressing their awe and devotion to the said enchantress. And some of the noblewomen were still sneering because their husbands were captivated by a youthful charmer.

The rosette was trying her best not to mind the adversary because she's making every effort to locomote fittingly and gracefully, showing everyone what a Grand Duchess is, and of course to make sure that she won't embarrass her husband in any way.

Just keep moving Sakura. Keep your head held high with great dignity.

But Sasuke's thoughts were substantially contradictory from his wife's. He was suppressing himself not to decapitate every nobleman in this room for having the impudence to ever think about Sakura in such incivility. It may be a little disrespectful to the royal family, however, him massacring unwarranted noblemen would be doing the kingdom a favor.

He clicked his tongue, the only thing he could do as they halted their steps in front of royalty. They simultaneously lowered their torso and head as they dropped a curtsy accompanied by courteous greetings to the royal family.

The Emperor raised his hand signaling for them to stand as he greets them with a smile. "It's been a long time, Grand Duke. I am glad that you accepted the Crown Prince's invitation. And giving us the opportunity to meet your beautiful wife. It is true that rumors don't do her justice."

Sasuke smirked. "We all know that rumors are just hearsay, your Majesty."

"Hm..It seems so. Grand Duchess, may I ask as to why you are looking at me quizzically?" The Emperor inquired.

Sakura was snapped out in her reverie when the Emperor's attention was diverted to her. "Apologies your Majesty, your dazzling serrated blonde hair looks awfully similar to someone I know."

The Emperor chuckles as if her words were the funniest jokes he ever heard, and not to be rude or anything Sakura unconsciously raised an eyebrow with the ruler's reaction.

"It seems that you have the same impression as everyone when they meet the Crown Prince. My son and I look like peas in a pod."

"But I haven't met the Crown prince yet, your Majesty."

"You actually did but not intentionally." Sasuke interrupted.

"Really? When?"

Sakura's questions were left unanswered when the trumpets noise surrounded the ballroom hall and the master of ceremonies announced the arrival of the Crown Prince and his fiancee the Crown Princess.

The royalty couple gracefully went down the grand staircase wearing the most exquisite and expensive wardrobe that most of the other nobles knew that it was designed by the most famous seamstress in the Empire and many of them had a hard time making an appointment with. Their clothing was enriched with different multicolored gemstones and it blended well with golden silk fabric with elaborate embroidery. They truly are the sovereign host of the party.

And as the royal couple walked harmoniously to greet the Emperor, Sakura's mouth was hanging open in shock, her eyes wide as it can be and her eyebrows twitching, her hand thoughtlessly pointing at the man that everyone in the empire called the Crown prince.

"Naruto?!"