Silk-lined train compartment. Leather seats whisper under thighs. Marie-Caroline, 25, untouched rose of faded nobility, eyes the corridor. Chaperone Viviane de Puidragon, once ‘Vivi cul tendu,’ locks the door. Sends the virgin for phantom drinks. Civilian Daniel invades. Broad shoulders. Charming grin. Viviane unbuttons. Cleavage gleams like pearls. Foot slides up his calf. She bends. Skirt hikes. He thrusts. Raw. Deep. Her moans muffled. Marie peeks. Sees buttocks clench. Juices drip. Not shocked. Habits parental rutting.
Bishop uncle’s palace. Marble floors cool soles. Gold-leaf doors. Crystal decanters chill claret, tart on tongue. Viviane flirts. Bishop’s soutane tents. Vicaire sneaks lingerie. Marie catches him. Pumps fist on his cock. Extracts secrets. Martin family intel. Park gazebo tomorrow. White dress clings. Thighs bare. Michel climbs wall. Kisses. Hands roam. She proposes marriage. Lies of forced unions. He pledges flight.
The Privilege
Dinner tension. Martin’s wealth funds diocese. Monsieur eyes Viviane’s curves. Madame glares at bishop. Post-meal exodus. Lovers pair off. Gazebo for Vivi and Martin. Bureau for madame and bishop.
