Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 213: To Massage Dearest Husband.

Chapter 213: To Massage Dearest Husband.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Theodore could tell her that she was his weakness but that would be wrong, she was his strength, she was the reason he

"Lydia...," he started making her suck in a breath, "All that I crave, all that I fear, all that I think is us"

"All that I do..." he trailed off.

"All that I am is for us" his voice dropped to a whisper, "And yes, I fear what could jeopardize us"

He caught her wrist and dropped a kiss on the inside of her wrist, she blinked when he met her eyes with his intense blue eyes. He wrapped their fingers together before letting a small smile grace his thin lips.

"I agreed it could be glass windows up the walls, at least where they belonged before" he said with a sigh.

She pouted, pulling her fingers from his grip, "But what they are about to do is very modern, soon people would try to follow, they would follow," she claimed.

Theodore cocked his head, "You wish to set a trend?"

"I thought that goes without saying" she whispered trailing an index up his arms.

"It could be a window instead" he offered as he wished she’d squeeze the aching muscles of the arm instead of carressing it.

"The mansion is too dark, my lord husband we need glass,"

"It cannot hold off winter" he tried one more time but Lydia was ready with compliments, "My husband charming, We cannot even open the glasses because they are neither a window or a door, it is merely there for beauty and light" her fingers were now tracing his jaw.

He groaned leaning in to her touch, he missed her dearly, "It should not be see-through" he let out.

She squealed, vacating his lap and making him blink confused at the abrupt movement as she asked, "Does that mean you agree?"

His gaze darkened, "It means I miss you and I desire for us to communicate without words" he bellowed.

"Then what shall we use?" she wondered out loud, her brows furrowed.

"Our bodies, Gooseberry, Come here," he motioned for her to retake her former position.

She does with reddening face, she loved his insinuation and she missed him. Her heart fluttered before attempting to sit still when he gripped her waist and made her sit, pressing his engorged shaft.

She felt it hot and hard under her, his tight muscles carressed her soft thighs through the dress she adorned.

He pressed his lips to her neck, trailing the soft featherlike touches up her throat to the back of her ear, he kissed her all over her neck, her cleavage but he avoided her lips and it only made her even hot and bothered.

"Kiss me" she moaned, pressing herself into him, he grabbed her hip and she felt it, her clit collided with his hot rod and as he kept moving her front and back, her head fell back as she breathed through her mouth.

"Theodore" she moaned but it sounded more like a whine. He has refused to kiss her on the lips, where she wanted his lips more. His fingers pressed into her ass making her eyes snap open.

"I came to massage you" she said abruptly pulling back, the pleasure his fingers brought reminded her of the pleasures fingers could bring.

"No, I would rather explore you" Theodore countered drawing her back in and latching onto her neck.

"I should take care of you first, your muscles must be sore," she explained, her arm wrapping the back of his neck.

"I am fine, what I am doing now is a relief inducer" he claimed, his hand moving up her sides but just as he would cup her breast she started to squirm until he let her go, his eyes drowsy with need and exhaustion.

"Come, we should go to our chambers, I shall take care of you" she assured him but he didn’t any other assurance but of her body pressed to his.

He sighed. "Have you ever given a massage?"

"Theodore" she warned making him smile, "I know you wish to take care of me but you could make matters worse instead if you do a bad job so let me take relief out of you myself," he proposed.

"You can take my body after I am done with you, come" she invited.

He stood up with a groan before reaching her and taking her wrist, he guided her through the corridor to reach the parlour where he saw Jeremiah stepping inside.

"Come back tomorrow and be in my office before you begin anything," Theodore told him with a pointed look on his face.

"Yes, of course, lord Theodore" the man nodded looking at Lydia but she was in her head in that moment thinking about where she would start in working her husbands body.

Theodore pulled Lydia closer while they walk up the stairs, they spend the rest of the day in each others arms forgeting temporarily the world brewing pain for them.

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Health Centre.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Lydia stood at the pavement waving at Theodore with a healthy flush to her skin as he started to make his way to the health center. The chill of the almost-winter morning air bit at his skin, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his men. The previous day’s battle had been fierce, and though they had emerged victorious, the cost had been high. Injuries had been sustained, and lives had been risked. Now, he needed to see for himself how they were faring. He left with Blanc and got a cart ready incase any of his men wished to go back to the mansion, he knew how stubborn his men can be.

The health center, a modest but well-equipped building nestled at the edge of the forest, was already bustling with activity. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and medicinal salves. He could hear the low murmur of voices, the clink of metal instruments, and the rustle of bandages as the staff went about their work.

Theodore stepped through the door, his eyes immediately seeking out his men. He found them in the main recovery room, a spacious area filled with beds and the soft glow of morning light filtering through the windows. To his surprise, he saw Gabriel, Hound, Sir Conan, and Gabriel already up and moving, each man carefully dressing and preparing to leave.

Gabriel, whose shoulder had borne a deep gash, was gingerly fastening his shirt. His movements were slow but determined, the lines of pain still etched on his face. Hound, with an arrow wound bandaged on his side, was lacing his boots with practiced efficiency, his expression stoic. Sir Conan, his leg injury wrapped in fresh bandages, moved with a slight limp but an unyielding resolve. Tom, one of the caramel-skinned twins, was helping his brother with the last of their gear, both of them showing signs of fatigue but also a readiness to return to duty.

Theodore approached them, his presence immediately drawing their attention. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice filled with a mix of concern and authority. "Whatever are you doing?"

"We are leaving, Lord Theodore" Conan replied easily, his face pale from the blood loss.

"It is not a good morning!" someone yell from the crowd while others laughed though through a struggle of breath and pain.

"Are you sure you are ready to leave? You need more time to recover." Theodore said with hardened gaze.

Hound looked up, his sharp eyes meeting Theodore’s. "We appreciate your concern, lord Theodore, but we’re ready. Our duties call."

Conan nodded in agreement, his expression unwavering. "We can not afford to rest longer. There are still threats to deal with."

Tom, though clearly still in pain, managed a determined smile. "We will be fine. Just need to get back to work."

Theodore knew there was no stopping them. Their sense of duty and loyalty was unshakable, and he couldn’t deny them their resolve. He sighed, his eyes softening with a mix of pride and concern. "Very well. Just promise me you will take it easy and let the wounds heal properly."

The men nodded, their respect for Theodore evident in their gazes. They finished dressing and gathered their belongings, ready to return to the mansion. As they moved towards the door, Theodore watched them, a deep sense of admiration welling up within him. These were not just his men; they were his friends, his comrades, and he was proud of their unwavering spirit.

As they left the health center, Theodore’s thoughts turned to the fallen. The family of the dead man had already come to claim his body, their grief palpable yet dignified. Theodore had spoken with them, offering his condolences and support. He knew that the pain of their loss would linger, and he resolved to be there for the burial, whenever they were ready to carry it out. It was the least he could do to honor the sacrifice of a brave soul.

With a final glance around the now-quiet health center, Theodore turned and headed back towards the forest. He blinked, the day was just beginning, and there was much to be done. But in his heart, he carried the weight of his men’s bravery and the solemn duty to remember those who had given their all. As he walked, the sun rose higher, casting a warm light over the estate, a new day dawning with the promise of both challenges and hope.