Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 125: Hot, Hard, Glistening Shaft.

Chapter 125: Hot, Hard, Glistening Shaft.

Morning.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Fuck!

"What is it? Should I move away?" She asked panicking, he sounded as though he was in pain.

Without responding, he grabbed her ass and pull her down onto his mouth. "Oh," Lydia gasped as her chest matched the rhythm of her husband’s.

He shifted balancing himself under her before he pressed his tongue against her clit and stroked her tender nub.

She threw her head back. "No, Theodore, that feels so good but it feels like sin too," she gasped.

Theodore laughed, as he grabbed her clit as though he was eating a ripe fruit. She rocked her waist unable to still the sensation.

"Can you breathe down therreeeeeee?" she asked in a squeal.

He laughed into her delicious pussy. "Do not worry about me, Gooseberry. If I die, this would be the most pleasurable way to die." he declared making her giggle before he dived back in, flicking her clit with his tongue and sucking her pussy lips between his teeth.

She ground down on him, getting a hang of it and riding his face, her juices dripping down Theodore’s chin.

She squirmed on his face, trembling as he reached and squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and simultaneously feasted on her pussy.

Lydia’s thighs quivered, trapping his head in a vice. Her juices gushed into Theodore’s mouth as she came with vigour, and he quickly held his tongue flat against her to savour every last quiver.

"Wow Theo," she murmured as she collapsed against him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed.

She looked well fucked. Well-loved.

Theodore kissed her jaw and lower lip and then he captured her mouth. They shared a kiss loving yet rough and as they pulled back he looked at her lips with satisfaction, he had missed those two, he took them back into his mouth before he let her talk.

"That was... amazing." She whispered, her face red, she rolled onto her back and their eyes met as Theodore was now resting on one arm, his tongue running over his lips over and over savouring her taste, his hand came up and he wrapped his palm around her neck drawing into a searing kiss, she responding beautifully, opening and sucking, nibbling and moaning, and then they broke apart.

As she panted with a smile she said. "You always go down on me," her lips thinned as she added. "I want to suck on your cock."

Theodore raised a brow. "Are you sure?"

She nodded profusely her eyes glancing at his shaft and back to his eyes. Eyes that tried to conceal their excitement but failed.

Happy to oblige. Theodore leaned against the headboard, and she moved to nestle between his legs.

She licked her lips as she stared at the hot, hard and dripping with pre-cum shaft, her eyes for a fleeting second widened with excitement.

"I shall teach you if you wonder how" he offered generously.

"I had read it" she confessed, the reddening on her cheeks increasing.

Theodore grinned as he stared at her with mischief. "Oh?"

"Yes, a lot of times but this would be a first still, tell me if it hurts" She nodded, and with her index took errant strands of her hair away from her face.

Theodore chuckled as he lifted her to his face for a moment of kiss before he said to. "You sound like a physician, but I bet it shall not hurt, you love me too much to hurt me"

She shivered when he kissed her neck before she could respond. "Theodore be serious"

She went back down, wrapped her warm long fingers around his shaft, she held firmer met his eyes and a small smile bloomed on her face.

She swiped her tongue over the tip and then she paused, met his eyes again before she closed her lips around him, taking his cock inside her warm mouth.

Theodore had his eyes shut as the sensation travelled up from the tip of his cock down to his toes and back up to his head.

Her mouth was hot and wet.

He opened them when she made a gurgling sound, he watched her with pride and adoration as her cheeks hollowed as she continued to suck slowly at first but the pace increased up and down, Theodore’s hand reached without thinking he wrapped it around her black locks to guide her deeper into him.

He groaned when it reached a hilt. She felt motivated and her actions became more confident and smooth.

She moaned into his length the vibration travelling all over his body, her head bobbing up and down while he reached for any strands blocking his view.

Her tongue swirling around his shaft, and pleasure gathered in an electric storm at the base of his spine.

When the sensation became unbearable, Theodore pulled free and dragged her to her hands and knees, sheathing himself and as he whispered ’Gooseberry’ he took her from behind.

Lydia moaned his name his fingers wrapping around the bedspread. She felt full and she had missed that feeling.

They’ve made love before, but somehow, they both felt it was different this time.

This time, they know they’re stronger, a family. This time, they’d overcome something great that had threatened their happiness together and it was a new day. And knowing that made all the difference in the world to them.

The white-hot pleasure builds inside Theodore as he thrusts into Lydia. She arched and welcomed, with her juice, her words and fluid movement.

Theodore is close. He felt it so he urged her onto her back, pressed against his chest to look into her brilliant ocean-blue eyes as he fell apart.

He came with an intensity that shook him to his core and before his shaft would go limb he continued to slide in and out of her, and soon she climaxed too, bathing him in her juice.

They fell onto the bed with a sigh, wishing to stay like that forever but eventually untangle themselves to wash, get dressed and finally go about this new day.

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Morning

Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The morning sun would’ve cast a warm glow over the grand mansion, its rays filtering through the tall windows and dancing across the polished marble floors if the mansion had windows that were ever opened.

Lydia had thought about those and still hadn’t come up with what to do with it.

Outside Theodore’s bedroom, Joyous and Dorothy stood side by side, their crisp uniforms adorned with delicate lace and polished buttons.

Their expressions were a mix of anticipation and relief, for they had been eagerly awaiting this moment. They wouldn’t admit but they had overheard the lord and the lady so they believed Lydia was back.

For the past week, Lady Theodore had been cloistered away in her chambers, her once vibrant spirit clouded by a heavy veil of melancholy. Even when she came out she’d simply pass like an absent and also she avoided water and the kitchen.

Joyous and Dorothy had tended to her needs with quiet efficiency, fetching herbal remedies from Helena and offering gentle words of comfort, but nothing seemed to lift her spirits until now.

They waited with a smile and fast-beating hearts.

Dorothy bit her lip. "You are sure this is a good idea? That the lord won’t be enraged" she was nervous.

Joyous side glanced at her. "When was the last time you saw him enraged?"

"I feel he is always enraged" Dorothy replied with a shrug.

"That is your feeling it does not define him" Joyous sassed, disappointed.

"He-" her voice cut off.

As the ornate door swung open, a wave of anticipation washed over the maids.

Stepping out into the hallway, Lady Lydia Theodore emerged, her countenance transformed.

Gone was the weariness that had clouded her features, replaced instead by a radiant smile that lit up the room.

Beside her stood her husband, Theodore, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, his own face too was alight with joy.

The maids exchanged a knowing glance before stepping forward to greet their Lady. With a deep curtsy and beaming smiles, they welcomed her back with genuine warmth.

"Good morning lovely Lady Theodore," they chimed in unison, their voices filled with genuine happiness at seeing her well again.

Lydia narrowed her eyes. "What is happening?"

Dorothy shrugged. "We are happy to see you" she squealed.

"Oh? I am excited to see all of you too" Lydia confessed appearing touched.

"Welcome back again lady Theodore, I have your favourite tea ready in the dining" Joyous offered primly.

Lydia nodded. "Thank you all, I am honoured"

Theodore placed a palm on her lower back to urge her. "Let us go, wife"

She looked up at him and nodded as her face tinged with red and a smile.

With her husband by her side and her loyal maids at her service, Lydia stepped forward, her heart lighter than it had been in days.

As they made their way down the grand staircase, the mansion seemed to come alive with newfound energy, echoing their shared sense of relief and joy.

Today, the halls would be filled with laughter once more, and the future looked brighter than ever before.