La vie en Amour 🩷
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This is inspired by my Renaissance!Leon hcs that I did last Novemeber! You all loved it so much, and I did say I'd make a full story, so here it is!
I hope you enjoy 😚
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《Content》: NSFW. proceed with caution. Breast worship. PiV. creampie. Semi public sex? (They fuck in a carriage). Disgustingly in love individuals. So much love. Sickening. Sapphics. R's chamber maid is gay af. Basically a fantasy version of the Renaissance Era.
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As the wife of Duke Kennedy, it's not unusual for you to attend events. Your husband, as doting as ever, insists to dress you up himself. What is unusual, however, is the two of you having a quick, passionate romp on your way to the ball <3
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"Which gown would you like to wear tonight, my lady?" Your maid, Rosalinde, asked while you were sat at your vanity.
Your fingers smoothed over your skin, working in the herb-infused oil.
The pleasant smell hit your nose, leaving a faint taste on your tongue. You smiled, looking at Rosalinde through the mirror.
"The light pink one with the lace. Just like the roses he gave me." You sighed dreamily, the pad of your thumb brushing against one of the many soft petals of the luscious bouquet that decorated your vanity.
She returned a sweet smile of her own, giving you a nod before dismissing herself to prepare your gown.
You were clothed in a soft, silken rob, waiting for your bath. You'd been invited to a grand ball this evening, and as the Duchess and Wife of Duke Kennedy, you had every plan to show the best side of yourself at such an extravagant event.
In the background you could pick up the sound of your bathtub being filled with bucket after bucket of steaming water.
Your fingers moved down your neck to massage in the oil, and through the mirror, you caught a glimpse of Rosalinde, watching, admiring you, partially hidden by the door frame.
You locked gazes, and she shyed away quickly, but a warm feeling rose on your cheeks and inside your chest.
The smell of lavender, honey, and creamy milk lingered in the air, signaling that your bath must be ready.
Your husband spoiled you, insisting you only get the best and most luxurious treatment.
You were hopelessly in love, daydreaming of how you would dance tonight, his gentle touches and a soft smile that never failed to have your heart oozing out of your ribcage, coating your insides.
You were pulled out of your love-induced fantasies by Rosalinde as she came to stand by your side.
"You may take your bath now, your grace." She spoke, an ever so gentle and calm tone to her voice.
You figured she'd collected herself but you could see the faintest hint of pink on her face.
"Thank you, my dear." You replied warmly, walking beside her on your way to your bath chamber.
Steam was rising from the tub, thickening the air.
She helped you out of your robe, her fingers grazing your shoulders. The touch made you sigh quietly, a pleasant feeling crawling up your spine.
You carefully stepped into the bath, sinking into the aromatic water with a relieved hum. You were evenloped by warmth and calming smells, the tension in your flesh slowly melting away.
Rosalinde settled behind you, attending to your hair.
Brushes, combs, oils, her fingers scratching your scalp. All of it made your eyes fall shut as you reveled in the comfort of your bath.
"Have you picked your jewels yet, my lady?" She asked quietly as not to disturb your peace.
A smile stretched over your face.
"The Duke insists he pick them himself." You heard your most trusted chamber maid chuckle behind you.
"Has he? He is quite smitten with you. Even as your husband." She responded, amused.
You giggled, dragging your hand through the water.
"I'm truly lucky to have him." You spoke softly.
A beat of comfortable silence fell over the room before Rosalinde spoke again.
"I wish to have such a blooming love like you and the Duke have once in my life." Your expression softened, and you turned your head to look at her, gently reaching your hand up to your shoulders and grasping hers in your palm.
"And you will, dear girl. I know you will. Although it feels torturous to have patience, it will be worth it." You said softly, hoping the sincerity in your words wasn't lost on her.
Your maid gave you a small smile, a flustered chuckled escaping her lips.
"Thank you, your grace. You are far too gentle and have a soul that is much too kind to be a noble. You're a true conundrum." Rosalinde chuckled, making you laugh softly.
Your heartfelt conversation was interrupted by a knock on your chamber doors.
Her hands slipped from your hair, and she dismissed herself with a mumbled excuse, rising to her feet and hastily walking to the door.
Your brows were furrowed in confusion. Who would knock at this hour?
All your tasks for the day were done, and everyone knew you'd be out of the house tonight. Surely there couldn't be an emergency?
You frowned slightly, hoping it wasn't a servant stumbling over his words to summon you to the council for more Duchessly duties.
Rosalinde came back with a smile, the door just out of your eyesight.
"The Duke wishes to see you, my lady."
A soft and playful roll of your eyes accompanied by a chuckle echoed through the room.
"All this time and he still asks. Of course he can see me." You replied with a smile, sitting up in the tub.
She nodded and quickly made her way back to the door, returning with your husband just a moment later.
"My darling wife." Leon announced, a soft expression on his features.
You lit up, pulling yourself out of the water, hands grasping the edge of the bathtub. Rosalinde rushed over to you and offered you her hand to steady you.
Rivulets of water and oil were running down the curves of your bare body, your skin shining. You stood at your full height and carefully stepped over the edge of the tub.
From the corner of your vision, you could've sworn you saw Rosalinde blush, her eyes admiring your glistening breasts before she quickly averted her eyes.
You glanced over at her.
"Thank you, Rosa. Go rest. I'll call for you if needed." You said kindly, watching as she nodded quickly and scurried off.
Both you and Leon watched her leave before he stepped forward.
"My Venus." He whispered, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, his arms resting on your slick waist.
You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn't care that his shirt got soaked, all he wanted was to hold you.
You rested your forehead against his, your lips brushing occasionally.
"You truly know the way to a woman's heart." You giggled.
He cracked a smile and huffed softly.
"I know the way to your heart." He muttered, placing one peck after the other on your lips.
You squealed softly, trying to push him away, your hands flat on his chest.
"Let's get you dried off. We need to get you ready for that ball, hm? I know you'll look positively ravishing." Leon nosed at your neck, letting his lips graze your collarbone before pulling away.
The water on your skin had dried to a dull sheen.
"Oh, you'll get me ready, will you?" You asked amused, making your way towards your husband who was holding open a large linen cloth, ready to dry you.
"Do you doubt me, my love?" A sly grin sitting on his face.
You rolled your eyes, turning your back to him as he covered you in the linen, holding you in an embrace simultaneously.
"I would never. Pray and tell, why do I have maids when you want to do everything yourself?" He chuckled softly.
"I enjoy pampering you, dear. Can a husband not love on his wife?" Leon pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"No shame in that. But what will my girls do all day? They'll bore to death." You leaned your head back, resting it against his shoulder.
"They can attend to you when I've had my fill." He hummed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to dry them off.
"And when will that be?" You chuckled, smiling.
"When I'm dead."
"Oh, you!" You scolded, slapping his arm while he only broke into laughter.
"Get yourself dry. I'll pick out your jewels in the meantime." He spoke softly, stifling a chuckle when you huffed, a pout on your lips.
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You stepped out in your cotton chemise, the fabric brushing loosely against your skin.
Leon was hunched over your vast collection of jewelery, touching the cooling precious stones and metals. He turned at the sound of your feet on the floor, greeting you with a smile.
"There you are. Come, sit." He beckoned, motioning to your bed.
With a soft chuckle you situated yourself on the cushy layers of feathers and silk.
He knelt down on one knee in front of you, pushing up the hem of your chemise, slipping one of your stockings on your leg and pressing a kiss to your knee.
The other went on in the same fashion, and he took his time carefully tying a ribbon around them so they wouldn't shift or fall down all evening.
You smiled down at him gently, your heart swelling at the softness he was displaying.
Your hands stroked his sandy locks, coming down to caress his cheek.
"You still need to get ready yourself." You muttered, sighing when he dragged his hands up your thighs, grasping your hips.
"And here I was looking forward to dressing you like my own little doll." He chuckled lowly.
"I'll let you put on all the jewels. But I don't need my laces coming undone in the middle of the dance floor." You smirked, laughing when he huffed and lightly jabbed you in the side.
You cupped his chin and lifted his head towards you.
"You clean up nicely, my love. Go on." You spoke softly, placing a kiss to his lips, urging him to get dressed himself.
Leon hummed contently, pulling away and rising from his knees.
"You'll save the good things for me?" He asked, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone.
"I promise." You smiled, holding his wrist in a gentle grasp.
His gaze softened as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.
"Until then." He whispered, the warmth of his touch slipping as he departed to his own chambers.
A soft chuckle escaped you and you glanced at the luscious roses sitting on your vanity before pulling on the tassel that would ring the bell in the servants quarters, successfully calling for Rosalinde.
Just a moment later the door opened and she peaked her head in.
"You called for me, your grace?"
You gave her a smile and beckoned her inside with a wave of your hand.
"Would you be so kind to dress me?" You asked, getting up from your place on the bed.
"But of course, my lady. You needn't ask." She smiled, beginning to whizz around the room to get everything ready.
"But leave my shoes and jewels, will you?"
She stopped and looked at you with a puzzled expression.
"Your grace?"
"Duke's orders."
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And so, the great cinching began.
First came your stays, the boned structure keeping your bosom secure while also helping with your posture.
Next was any padding such as a bumroll or a crinoline. Whatever you fancied that night.
Now, petticoat after petticoat to build the voluptuous skirt of your gown. Some simple, made from cotton, while the last one was made from silk trimmed with lace.
Rosalinde reached around your waist to tie on your pocket before holding your dress for you to step into.
She laced it in the front, making sure to add an ornately embroidered stomacher.
"You look absolutely wonderful, my lady." Rosalinde sighed, staring at you with awe.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over the rich fabrics.
"I feel wonderful. All thanks to you." You smiled softly, catching her eye.
A faint blush dusted her cheeks and she chuckled nervously.
"Oh, please, your grace- Hair?" She said quickly, clearing her throat.
You laughed and nodded.
"Yes, hair."
Rosalinde worked her fingers through your locks, pinning a curl here, brading a stand there.
You watched her through the mirror, taking notice of the concentrated furrow between her brows, making you crack a faint smile.
In the end, your hair was decorated with pearls, ribbons, feathers, whatever your heart desired.
"You did marvously, as always." You smiled widely.
"Thank you, my lady." She replied with a smile.
You stood up from your seat, turning and taking her hands in yours.
"Thank you." You spoke sincerely.
"Of course. Just ring for me when you get back later-"
"We'll manage. You deserve some time for yourself. I'll see you in the morning, please enjoy your evening." You gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
Rosalinde looked stunned, her eyes wide and her lips parted.
"I-... are you sure, your grace? I'm grateful, but-" You chuckled and gently interrupted her.
"Hush. Please, I insist."
"W-Well then. Whatever you wish, my lady." She chuckled nervously, averting her eyes with a shy smile.
You gave her knuckles one last caress before letting her hands slide from your grasp.
"Good. Off you go." You smiled.
Rosalinde nodded with kind expression and made her way to the door, sparing you one glance over her shoulder before she slipped out of the room.
With content sigh, you made your way to the full-length mirror in your chambers.
Your reflection was almost blinding with the amount of pearls and crystals that were sewn onto your gown.
The silk gave off a faint shimmer as you smoothed your hands down the slightly cool material.
The lace on your sleeves brushed against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
The sound of a distinctive knocking pattern echoed from the heavy wooden door. A smile cracked on your lips, the familiarity and comfort of the signal sitting in your chest.
"Come in." You called out, turning away from the mirror.
The door opened with a creak, and your polished husband stepped inside, a soft smile gracing his features.
"Husband." You greeted gently, meeting him halfway.
His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed his forehead against yours, his quiet exhale a warm breeze on your face.
"My love. My pearl. My Venus. The light of my life. I never thought it true, but Cupid strikes me with an arrow anew every day. No words a poet could manage to write would be enough to describe how you reign over my heart, soul, and flesh."
His confession tumbled off his lips with ease, making your heart beat faster while the grip on your middle tightened.
Your hand went to cup his face, gently caressing his cheekbone.
"My heart. My sapphire. My Mars. The very air I breathe. The sight of you makes the affection spill between my ribs, and my lips ache for just one more kiss."
A soft huff left Leon before be pulled you in for a kiss so gentle, your bones were ready to melt beneath his touch. You hummed against his lips, a pleasant tingle crawling up your spine.
A firm hand slid up your back to rest between your shoulder blades, closing the distance.
To your dismay, he detached his mouth first, a chuckle leaving him at your protests.
"Why must you tease me so?" You pouted, fixing a stray lock of blond hair.
"I have no ill intent, I assure you. You're simply irresistible, my darling." He purred, nuzzling your neck, making you giggle.
"Alright, alright. Unfortunately, we have a ball to intend to, so your physical affections must wait, my love." You cooed, smoothing your hands down the lapels of his jacket.
"A shame indeed." He hummed, taking your hand and guiding it up to his face to press a kiss to your knuckles.
"However, I believe you were promised something." You spoke gently, stepping to the side to reveal your vanity where your jewels were laid out.
A pair of your shoes were sitting neatly beside the chair, waiting to be danced in. Leon's expression softened, and he pulled you after him.
"I do get to dress my pretty little doll after all, hm?" He smiled, dropping to one knee before you to guide your foot into your shoe.
His grip on your ankle was firm but gentle, leaving you to steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders. The second one went on just as easy.
Before he had a chance to stand back up, you pressed a peck to the top of his head. Leon's hands rested on your hips, his forehead falling against your stomach as he reveled in the tenderness of the moment.
A cloud of gentleness and love seemed to follow the both of you everywhere, leaving the world around you in a pink tint.
With a sigh he rose to his feet, stroking his knuckles down the side of your face with a sugary smile before stepping around you.
The dangling jewels that were your earrings were carefully secured to your lobe, a peck beneath each ear.
Lastly, the necklace he chose, rose quartz and pearls, was draped around your neck and fastened with the clasp before a kiss was placed at the base of your skull.
A gentle hand on your waist turned you to face him, an almost lovesick expression gracing his handsome features.
"Look at you, my angel. As pretty as ever." His words were soft, a quiet truth straight from his heart.
"You're too good to me." You chuckled, pressing one last kiss to his lips.
"The carriage must be ready by now. Shall we, darling?" You asked, resting your hand in the crook of his elbow.
He hummed, amused.
"Are you that eager to leave our little cocoon?" He teased, leading the way to the door.
You let out a soft laugh.
"Not quite. But... I have to show an entire noble society how handsome my husband is." You grinned cheekily, pulling him along while Leon was left laughing with a blush dusted across his cheeks, shaking his head at you.
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The carriage was dimly illuminated, throwing shadows on the intricate fabrics that cushioned the walls.
It was a bumpy ride, the wooden wheels of the vessel having to best rocks, loose cobblestone roads, and mud.
You were seated next to Leon, your hand in his while you occupied yourself with following the swirling pattern of the interior of the carriage.
He was quiet beside you, occasionally glancing out the small window. The rough calloused pads of his fingers traced the bones in your hand, gently caressing the skin.
"Look," Leon said with a small smile, pointing out of the window. "A pair of swans."
You followed his finger, getting up from your seated position and leaning over him while you marveled at the heartwarming picture before you.
"Aren't they precious! Oh, how lovely.." you sighed dreamily, watching as the two lovers swam into the sunset.
Your hand was planted on his shoulder, steadying yourself against the rocking of the carriage.
While you were busy marveling at the picturesque scene unfolding in front of you, Leon's eyes were glued to the glistening skin of your cleavage.
Your stays did wonders for your bosom, keeping them right in his line of sight.
He leaned in, gently nosing at your neck, taking in the irresistible smell of your perfume and of you.
His hands first grasped at your waist, pulling you onto his lap, your legs swung over his.
Your knees were almost up against the door as Leon held you sideways in his arms. You giggled softly, wrapping your arms around him, carding your fingers through the sandy curls at the base of his skull.
Your lover was busy breathing you in, brushing his lips against the exposed swell of your breasts, almost bewitched.
"You smell absolutely wonderful, my darling love..." he said lowly, the words a deep rumble in his throat.
"Yes? I'm wearing that new perfume you gifted me. I take it its gotten your approval?" You grinned slightly, running the pad of your thumb along his soft jawline.
Leon chuckled darkly, placing a firm hand around the back of your neck. The touch wasn't rough, no, it was gentle as always. A mere suggestion instead than a demand.
"You have no idea." He breathed, quickly guiding your head towards his, connecting your mouths in a feverish kiss.
You clutched at him anywhere you could, moaning against his lips. His teeth clashed with yours, your tongues dancing together in a familiar waltz of passion.
Leon hummed contently, reveling the taste of you on his tastebuds. You pulled back for air, panting softly while you cupped his cheek, smiling at him with your puffy lips. He cupped your chin and slightly turned your head towards him.
"You are the image of divinity." He said quietly, pupils blown, as if he were in a trance, caught in your spell.
Heat crawled up your neck onto your cheeks, dozens of butterflies hatching from their cocoons in the pit of your stomach.
"You flatter me far too much, my sweet." You chuckled, placing a soft kiss to his lips.
Leon groaned softly, the grip on your chin tightening slightly.
"There's no such thing." He smirked, snaking a hand up to the middle of your back and pressing you further into him.
Your playful eyeroll and any witty remark you would've made was cut short as his head dipped down to run his hot tongue over the curve of your breasts, pressing sloppy kisses to your soft skin.
A gasp caught in your throat, your hand flying to the back of his head to keep him right where he was. Soft moans and sighs fell from your lips while Leon gently sucked and licked your flesh.
The squealed when his teeth nipped at your tits, pulling him back with a firm grip on his hair.
"No marks, my love. You can't leave any- not now." You panted, your chest heaving.
Leon made a displeased sound, something akin to soft growl, before he looked back up at you.
"Later?"
You nodded hastily.
"When we get back, I'll gladly be your canvas. But I cannot show my face at such an event with lovebites all over my décolletage." You chuckled, resting your forehead against his.
He huffed, amused, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"I suppose you're right." He muttered, chasing your mouth for another kiss.
You moaned when you felt his hard cock through the fabric of his pants. Leon groaned, quickly helping you to straddle his lap.
The many layers of your gown were hiked up to your wide hips, draping across the entirety of his legs, covering them completely.
He reached between your plush thighs, dragging his fingers over your sopping wet slit. You were desperately trying to stay attached to his mouth, not knowing whether you wanted to be devoured whole or if you wanted to be the one to devour him.
Your breath hitched when the rough pads of his fingers caught on your sensitive clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves. Your hips began moving on their own, craving the euphoric feeling of his fingers on your cunt.
"So wet..." he sighed into your mouth. He pulled away, breathless.
"May I be inside you? Please?" Leon asked, face flushed and chest heaving.
"Yes."
The word tumbled from your lips faster than you could think. He tugged his dick from his breaches and gave it a few strokes, your slick lubricating him perfectly.
The head of his cock nudged your hole, sending a spark up your spine, a whine ripping from your throat.
"Are you sure you want this, my pearl?" Leon asked softly, trying his best, but failing, to hide the desperate strain in his voice.
"If you do not get inside of me right this second-"
you began with a huff, cutting yourself off by kissing him once again.
He was startled, chuckling into your mouth before finally sinking inside of you. You mewled against eachother at the familiar feeling.
With a heavy fog of pleasure clouding your senses, you began moving, even just to hear that gasp that fell from Leon's lips just a moment later.
His hands gripped your hips to help you move but also to steady you. The carriage ride was rough and jolty, making you bounce on his lap.
Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as you cried out for him, the coil of bliss in your belly tightening.
"Oh, Gods, yes-!" You moaned, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
Leon was lost in pleasure as much as you were, groans and grunts ripping from his throat. You moved your hips up and down, back and forth, needing to feel every ridge and vein of his cock against your velveteen walls.
His thumb found its way between your bodies and your petticoats to rub at your clit just how you liked.
You melted at the sensation, a string of moans leaving you. Leon continued to move you up and down his dick, gently kissing your cheek. The dull ache in your thighs made you pause, simply sitting on him to take a breather.
He admired you, stroking his thumb along your jaw. The vessel was still shaking, hitting a rock or an uneven part of the road as you jolted in his lap, forcing his cock even deeper.
You yelped and fell against him, a high-pitched, strangled noise similar to mewl tumbling from your lips. Leon snorted, followed by a quick cackle.
"Oh, shut it!" You scolded, hitting his shoulder.
"Yes, Ma'am." He purred, shutting you up with another hungry kiss.
He began moving you again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His thumb stayed on your clit, his tongue licking into your mouth.
You gasped against his lips when the coil in your stomach kept on tightening. Leon pulled away from you to take a look at your face.
"Are you close?" He asked, panting, a hand cupping the back of your head.
You nodded quickly.
"Mhm-"
Leon leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"Unravel for me, my darling. Come undone around me and sing your symphonies of bliss, my sweet songbird."
His whisper was sultry, however the strain and shake in his tone betrayed him.
You felt him twitch inside you, and with a last rock of the carriage and his thumb on your bundle of nerves, the coil snapped, and you came around him.
Your cunt clenched, gripping him like a vice. Your hands clutched him just as tightly while a moan of your name left him and he spilled inside of you, filling you up.
Your head fell to his shoulder, the euphoria of your high pumping in your veins. Your chests were heaving in sync, your bodies lax against one another. Leon pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple, fully wrapping his arms around you.
"Must we go to this ball?" You mumbled, your eyes falling shut.
He chuckled softly.
"I recall you being the one who insisted on dragging me out here."
You groaned but managed to sit yourself upright, only slightly whining at the feeling of his softening cock inside you. Your foreheads rested against eachother, a comfortable silence between the both of you.
"I hope you know that I'm utterly in love with you." Leon spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb such a peaceful moment.
You smiled, meeting his gaze.
"And I hope you know that you're the blood in my veins, the air I breathe, what gives me life." You replied softly, your hand cradling his face.
He smiled at you softly, his eyes filled with adoration.
"I love you, my Duchess."
"As do I, my Duke."
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Ah, yes.
Shit like this makes my heart and my pussy cry-
Anywayyyyy
I'm back!!! I think.... I just needed a break from the world for a little bit.
I can't promise I'll be posting a lot bc I'm fucking exhausted, but my goal is to be more active on here again (maybe accept some X-mas requests?👀)
Let me know what you think of Renaissance!Leon! 🩷
Where would you have a lil romp with him?
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