The hallway stretched dark and endless in the count’s sprawling manor. Moonlight slanted through cracked shutters. My boots scraped softly on the warped parquet. Heart hammered. Ten o’clock sharp, as ordered. Elfriede’s chamber door loomed. Whispers inside—quick, hushed. Someone else? I froze. Knocked twice, light. Door creaked open. Her face, severe, yanked me in. Bolt clicked. Shadows danced from the single candle. Tapestries shivered like they hid eyes. Her smile bloomed wicked. White gown hugged her tall frame, sheer in the flicker. ‘Sit, polisson,’ she purred, voice low. Chair groaned under me. She perched close, legs brushing. Unlaced her robe top, fingers teasing cleavage. Talked Nuremberg to distract. Her foot slipped under my hose, toes curling my thigh. ‘Touch,’ she breathed. Hands trembled. Fabric hid silk skin. I stroked up, unlaced her stocking. Bare calf gleamed. Kissed her arch—hot, salty. She gasped, muffled. Pulled me up. Robe pooled. Naked glory. Full tits, pink nipples hard. Blonde bush damp. Pressed against me. Lips crushed mine. Yanked my hose down. Cock sprang free, throbbing. She knelt. Wet mouth engulfed. Teeth grazed glans. Sucked hard. I groaned—bit lip to stifle. Fingers clawed my ass. Edge of cum— she stopped. Teased again. Balls ached. ‘Bed,’ she hissed. Four paws, ass high. Cunt lips glistened. I mounted slow. Creak of frame. Thrust in—tight, sopping. She bucked back. Fucks deep, wet slaps hushed. Worried the noise. Family rooms yards away. Daughter’s door down hall—light seeped under. Servants slept close. Her moans choked. Grabbed tits, pinched. She came—juices flooded my balls. Pulled out. Rode me reverse. Hair whipped. Cunt milked cock. Bed springs whined. I flipped her. Legs wide. Ate her sloppy pussy. Tongue on clit—swollen pearl. She gripped head, thighs crushed. ‘Fuck me,’ gasped. Dove in missionary. Balls slapped. Face twisted ecstasy-agony. Filled her—cum spurted hot. Collapsed. Sweat slick. Night blurred in rounds. Dawn light filtered. Bangs at door. ‘Mother?’ Käthe’s voice. Panic. Sheet up— she tugged down. Door swung. Käthe gaped us bare-chested. Blushed crimson. Fled slamming. ‘No worry,’ Elfriede laughed soft. ‘Hubby’s away. Discreet.’ Dressed shaky. Slipped hall. Parquet groaned. Footsteps echoed—servant? Heart thudded wild. Atelier door shut quiet. Secret burned sweet. Neighborhood slumbered, oblivious. My cock twitched replay.