Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 174: Innocence And Elegance.

Chapter 174: Innocence And Elegance.

BEDROOM MADNESS.

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"Fuck, you are ready for me, so delectable,"

She tensed as she watched him suck on his finger then he was back to her other breast and the entrance of her honeypot. "Theodore," she gasped.

Her palm came to his chest, to pull his closer and he slowed, kissed her cheek, before murmuring against her lips, "I am going to make you sore by fucking you all night."

She knew she needed to be strong for this royal chaos but she also knew she would do anything to feel her husband inside her, shuddering and loving her.

His gaze softened when she blinked a yes.

He watched her face as his finger pushed further inside of her.

It was a strange, but she felt so full right now, she wondered how sgevakways fit in his shaft.

Her body grew hotter while his breathing turned ragged and his body grew tense, he was struggling with holding himself back as he wanted to guide her to climax first.

Two of his fingers slid inside while his have finally dropped to her tits as she stroked his shoulders, she groaned when he began to move them in and out slowly.

The fullness was intense, delicious, and close to tipping Lydia over the edge.

He kissed her throat, and she shook beneath him as his fingers fucked her in an agonizingly slow pattern.

She fisted his hair in her palm, dug her heels into the bed, and when she reached climax from pleasure he swallowed her noises in his mouth.

He was greedy and didn’t want to share her moans with the nosy maids.

He nipped at her lips and jaw. Sucked on her tongue and took his finger out.

It was inticing and passionate.

"Gooseberry, I am going to fuck you slowly," he breathed in her ear.

And He did just that.

In every possible way all night long.

And so, Lord Theodore and his wife, lady Theodore Lydia broke a bed.

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Dusk.

Somewhere.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Gabriel, a young caramel skinned boy, trailed silently behind Hound, his new master through the dense undergrowth of Critic Arley forest in the dim light of dusk, his frame lithe yet weary,

His curiosity had been piqued by all the secretive whispers and urgent preparations that had consumed the mansion between Hound and Shade, so as morning came and he caught Hound ging out he had hastily begged to accompany him on whatever this mysterious journey. He had been unaware of the dark purpose that awaited them.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, Gabriel’s limbs ached with exhaustion, a testament to the grueling training regimen he had endured for the past four days, Hound had shown him rigourous ways he could be stronger and active and Gabriel had been very interested.

Now, His muscles screamed with each step he took, yet he pressed on walking alongside Hound, he is fueled by a combination of determination and youthful curiosity.

"Uh, I am loving this walk" he groaned an upbeat sarcastic phrase. Hound’s lips twitch as he continued his pace.

He could mumble a ’we are close’ to Gabriel but that would spoil the trip he thought and that made him quite.

At last, they reached their destination: a secluded clearing bathed in moonlight, where a lone figure stood, cloaked in shadow.

Gabriel’s heart quickened with trepidation as he realized the true nature of their mission.

They were hunting a witch, a rogue practitioner of dark magic whose very existence threatened the fragile peace of their city, Critic Arley.

He hoped it was one of his training sessions too.

With a sense of grim resolve, he watched as Hound confronted the witch.

"Why are you here?" Hound.

"You are merely a Hound, how about you leave the questioning to that curly chocolate" the dark figures voice is shrill and croaky as he responded.

"I hope you are ready to go" Hound asked before he continued at the figures silence. "You are leaving this city and magic will fail you" her voice low and authoritative as he delivered the verdict of their judgment.

"Bring it on!" She shrieked as the air crackled with tension when the witch unleashed a torrent of dark energy, Gabriel shielded his face with his arms, his eyes wide in horror because the witch’s powers were formidable and he didn’t know if they were a match even with the combined strength they are.

In a flurry of motion, Hound’s and his blades surged forward, he used two swords simultaneously, the weapons glinting in the moonlight as they struck the witch with lethal precision.

She screeched out of shock, Hound had been very fast, giving her little time to prepare.

She charged towards Hound with her long dangerous looking fingers, just as she would tear his face, he grabbed her wrist and broke it before pushing her backwards with his feet. Her screech and grunt met Gabriel who pressed his palm to his ear as it was overbearing to listen, he felt as though his ears would bleed anytime soon.

The fiery exchange continued between Hound and the witch and soon Gabriel joined, he wanted to swipe his sword a few times to support his master because if this was a test and he didn’t participate then it would be a fail for him.

Gabriel watched in stunned silence as the witch’s defenses crumbled before their onslaught, her final cries echoing through the brightening sky as she fell to the forest floor, defeated.

"Oh my God" Gabriel glowered.

With the threat vanquished, Hound turned to him, his expression grave yet tinged with a hint of pride. The strays were getting plenty.

He met Gabriel’s eyes. "Your first kill" Hound bellowed.

They had accomplished their mission but the true test of their strength and resolve still lay ahead.

More of this people would infliltrate Critic Arley and they needed to be ready.

As they began the journey back home, Gabriel’s mind swirled with conflicting emotions: relief at the witch’s defeat, yet a lingering unease at the way he has accepted the darkness that lurked within their own hearts.

But for now, he pushed aside his doubts and followed his master into the night, his footsteps echoing the rhythm of their shared destiny.

He couldn’t wait to tell his brother.

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Night.

Kings Chambers, Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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As Salvadore’s eyes lingered upon Liza who laid on his bed, a cascade of conflicting emotions washed over him, each wave crashing against the shores of his consciousness.

He stood in the grand chamber, the flickering flames of the torches casted dancing shadows upon the walls, as if mirroring the tumult within his own heart.

His gaze traced the curves of her form, her form illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the ornate windows.

How had he come to desire her so intensely, to crave her presence with a hunger that bordered on obsession?

It was a question that haunted him, one for which he could find no satisfactory answer.

He was happy his mother simply ignores her because if she gave her more attention then he might actually fight his mother and that scared him.

There was never a magnetic pull between them, or a force that defied rational explanation but now everything had no explanation yet he could vibe with it.

He could barely fathom the notion of wanting her gone, the very thought sent a shiver down his spine.

It was as if she held some mysterious power over him, a power that rendered him powerless in her presence.

Though the possibility of magic lurked in the recesses of his mind, he dared not dwell on such fanciful notions.

Instead, he focused on the raw, primal desire that pulsed through his veins, drawing him inexorably towards her.

She didn’t look like Lydia but she was her sister, they shared the same blood and perhaps that’s why the attraction.

And as he approached the bed where she lay, he felt his heart quicken its pace, the rhythm echoing the urgency of his longing.

He loved her body, every curve and contour described her beauty and strength.

She was a woman who had endured his every fantasy, yet remained innocent in her delusion. She was in this dark world with an elegance of a prim noble.

In her body, he found solace and sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of his kingdom and the demands of his crown.

And as he stood before her, he knew with a certainty that bordered on madness: she was his, bound together by something that defied reason and defied logic.

He remembered the first line he spoke to her hours after they reached the citadel was...

"You are a virgin"

And she had cried in his arms as he fucked every purity out of her.

"You are here" Liza mumbled at the sight of the king.

"Yes, let us sleep" he advised, she has began to look pale this days prompting him to draw back on their bodily action.

"Tomorrow would be a long day" she whispered.

He frowned drawing her into his arms. "How do you know that?"

"Oh, I just know, Salvadore"

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