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“Ohhh.”
Gloved hands traced across bare shoulders, inquisitive, probing.
“So this is what swimsuits are like in your time. Mm, I think I might be far more fond of these designs than the classic little skirt.” Arthur admired the bikini, hands still flitting across your body as he traced the material, continuing to heap praise upon praise for your choice of swim wear.
You smiled at him wanly as you noted the sparkle in his eyes, trying to stand still for him.
You had been in the middle of finally organizing your luggage after having stumbled into 19th century Paris a few months back. You had been putting away your swimsuit when Arthur had come to call upon you, the man’s sharp blue eyes immediately skirting towards the short material in your hands.
Arthur being Arthur had immediately questioned you about it, initially having mistaken it for fancy underwear, owing to how… scanty the outfit was, unlike any other swimwear Arthur had ever seen before in this time period.
You had happened upon and chosen it reflexively at a cute little store a few years back because of how it made your breasts look fuller (you hoped) but had never gotten the opportunity to actually wear it; your job kept you far too busy to actually have the time to go out on beach outings.
When you had told Arthur of your plans to dispose of it, he had promptly protested, imploring you to not throw it away (it was the big puppy eyes) and that he wished to see you in it at least once, if you really wanted to get rid of it after.
That had landed you in your current plight. While you were happy to be able to please him so, you also wanted him to stop fawning over you already so that you could get the hell away from those wandering hands of his.
Since what Arthur didn’t know was that his generous survey of your body was doing things to your mind, making you want to do unspeakable things with him in turn.
Being with Arthur all this time had clearly started to take a toll on you. You were turning out to be as bad as he was!
Just then, his fingers hooked under the straps of your top, gliding against the material, down down towards your breasts, before he let go, but not before an audible gasp escaped your throat.
Those bright eyes were on you in an instant, noting your reaction, before a mischievous smile took his face. “Oh?” He murmured in obvious understanding.
“You – you’re wrong!”
“Aha, whatever am I wrong about? These lips haven’t uttered a word!”
“J-just don’t,” you stammered, flustered beyond belief. “That was a mistake.”
“Ah, but you see, my dear, if there’s anything I’ve learned throughout this long life of mine, it’s that a woman’s body never lies.” With that, his hands came around your breasts from behind, gently squeezing.
“A-Arthur!” you admonished weakly.
“What’s with the cute reaction? Why, aren’t I just admiring this wonderful little thing?” You weren’t sure he was even talking about the bikini anymore.
Chin placed on your shoulder from behind, his hair tickled at your cheeks as he continued to shamelessly grope at your breasts.
A stifled moan escaped you when his thumb brushed against your pebbled peak. “And would you look at this.” He chimed in a singsong voice, fingers pinching at the apex of your breasts. You leaned back into him, breath leaving you in a shuddering sigh.
One hand busy at your chest, the other sneaked back against your spine, tracing the notches in between before it settled at the curve of your pelvis – just above your waistband.
Two gloved fingers slipped beneath your bikini bottom, lazily pulling at the stretchy material before promptly letting go. The fabric recoiled, snapping back against your buttocks with an audible slap.
“Ah!”
“What limber fabric! Truly a marvel. I wonder what it’s made of.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, you are an ass.
“Arthur, just touch me already!”
You heard him chuckle behind you in obvious delight. “Whatever my lady wishes for, I shall see it done.” Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he pulled at the finger of his glove, smoothly letting it slide off, before dropping it somewhere on the floor.
Naked hand now slid along your stomach, pushing you back into him before dipping lower, right under your bikini.
You shivered at the feeling of cool fingers at your entrance, gently probing as they delved into you. “You’re delightfully moist. What a naughty girl I’ve got, to get this wet when I merely wished to appreciate you in your charming swimsuit.”
“Ugh, don’t say it like that.” Your cheeks were flaring red and despite your state, you moved to hide your face in your hands.
Arthur tsk-tsked at the gesture before swatting your hands away. “Don’t do that! How am I supposed to do this if you cover that lovely face of yours?”
You tilted your head towards him questioningly. “Do what-?”
His grinning lips were on yours before you had even finished voicing your query, tongue sweeping out to lick at your mouth. You groaned, parting your lips, allowing Arthur to relish you as he wished.
Arthur tasted of the coffee you had brewed him just this morning and the taste felt intoxicating as it mingled with yours between hungry mouths.
You ran your tongue against his, letting it slide up to his fangs next, licking at the base of them, where you knew he was sensitive. Arthur jerked against you, groaning into your mouth as you did so.
“Oh, what an utter tease I have on my hands.” He moaned in mock protest before kissing you hard, his fingers working your soaked pussy even harder as he brought you fast to the edge… right before he stopped.
You cried out in protest just as Arthur pulled away from your mouth with an audible smack, licking those devious lips as he did so.
Moving around you, he bent to lean at your feet. Face right in front of your groin, he flashed an impish smile up at you. “Can’t allow you to waste yourself all over the carpet, can I? I want to watch you as you come on my face.”
You blushed at his crude wording. Staring down at him, you nodded your consent. Arthur’s face lit up, eyes crinkling up adoringly before he directed that focus at your skimpily clad pussy. Pushing just the edge of your swimwear aside so that he had a clear view of your glistening folds, he buried his face into you enthusiastically.
You mewled at the feel of his wet tongue, lapping at you ardently as if you were spilling out Rouge instead of your own essence into his mouth.
Expert fingers joined his tongue as Arthur sought to push you to madness, tongue curling this way and that, even as his fingers thumbed and pinched at your swollen nub.
“Ah darn it, you’re heavenly… mm… it’s never quite enough no matter how many times I have a taste.” Arthur’s seductive voice was low, muffled against your folds but you heard every word as it vibrated into you deliciously, the heat carrying over, coiling low in your stomach.
Your legs were positively shaking at this point and you instinctively grabbed at his hair to keep yourself steady. Arthur’s hands snaked behind you to grab at your ass as he maneuvered you even closer into himself.
Your pleasure was building, you felt the pressure as it tightened within, with each deft stroke of that sly tongue.
“Arthur, I’m almost –”
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?”
Your thoughts felt like cotton and you were answering him before you even thought of it. “Ah yes, Arthur, please make me –”
You tumbled off the edge just as Arthur pulled off of you, immediately moving to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and you screamed. Vision going white, you felt your insides squeeze hard, violent orgasm taking you with the pleasure of having his fangs inside, sucking at your blood, his saliva carrying over its aphrodisiac qualities to leave you completely drained.
You could stand no longer and stumbled but Arthur was there to catch you as you fell to the floor, dragging you underneath him.
He had the most satisfied look ever as he gazed down at you, thumb swiping at the wetness of his cheek before he sucked it into his mouth. “Well, wasn’t that a raving success, seeing as you did just squirt all over me.”
You finally noticed the odd sticky wetness of his face when he pointed it out. “Oh God, Arthur! I’m so sorry!” Shooting up into a sitting position, you fumbled around for a kerchief to clean him off. Finding nothing remotely like a cloth in the vicinity, you extended trembling hands to his face before he caught them in his grasp.
“No need, my dear. Besides, I rather enjoyed the appetizer.” He made a show of deliberately licking at the corners of his mouth as he said so; making you blush all over again… before it hit you.
“Wait… appetizer?” you echoed.
He pulled one of your hands to his mouth to kiss at the knuckles, playful eyes staring up into yours. “Of course. After all…” his voice faded into an alluring whisper as he moved to place your hand on his clothed dick. “…I’m not fully sated yet.”