Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 25: Warming Up Lord Theodore.

Chapter 25: Warming Up Lord Theodore.

Theodore directed to his office when they got back in the mansion.

Lydia nervous yet anticipatory she had promised to warm her husband up but she barely had an understanding of what that is, she knew it will be something intimate and engaging, she could hide somewhere he wouldn’t find her but that doesn’t speak well of her, as a wife.

She was so on edge that she forgot to freshen up for the night until Theodore stepped into the bedroom when she sat gingerly facing the mirror, her orbs widened and she stood up.

"Theodore" she breathed, her complexion almost pale.

"Warm me up Gooseberry" he growled.

She looked sideways, anywhere but him "But..." she trailed off "How do I do that?" she whispered, her palm sweaty.

"Come let me" he bellowed.

She remained in the same position her nerves spiked.

He moved towards her predatory intent, her ample chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm as he drew nearer, and without intending Lydia started to take measured steps backwards.

She gasped when her back met a wall, her ocean blue eyes met his intense sky blue ones, he reached her and she gulped when he said.

"You can disrobe or let me help you" his right hand reaching for her delicate face.

"You... I shall undress by myself" she countered.

His gaze darkened.

"We are husband and wife now" he said darkly.

"Yes." she replied with a gasp.

"I can disrobe you" he offered into the shell of her neck.

"Yes" she whispered in return unable to form another word.

"Then why are you cowering?" he breathed into her neck.

"Yes... I, undress me" she permitted albeit cold now.

He dropped a kiss on her neck, under her ears, nibbled on her earlobe deliberately slow before drawing back.

"Join me when you are ready" he said and he was gone.

She watched him as he walked into the bathroom. Gingerly but surely she took her time, assuming he would change his mind and leave but be did not so she stripped to nothing before slowly ambled into the bathroom.

She stood behind him completely naked and Theodore barely restrained himself from turning to her as he knew she was standing behind him bare and vulnerable. He gripped the edge of the tub as he growled. "The water would run cold, Gooseberry"

"Close your eyes?" she asked tentatively.

"No" he growled.

She pouted "Theodore"

"Five seconds" he lets out immediately he started to count "Two".

Her eyes widened as she rushed into the water, it was hot, she realized the moment her feet sank in, she bent in the water before speaking

"I’m inside" she said.

"I felt you" he chuckled darkly.

He opened his eyes and his lips twitched at the sight, she is sitting neck deep into the water her arms circled her leg to her chest.

"Gooseberry how will you warm me up if you stay that far from me" he asked, genuinely curious yet teasingly watching her.

She blinked "You are warm now, My lord you need warming up no more" she lets out.

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

"The water is scorching hot, Theodore" she enunciated.

"It is" he confirmed.

"So you do not need my assistance anymore" She shrugged making her boobs peek out of the water, she quickly tighten her hold on her knee.

"Gosseberry" he growled.

Abruptly he stood up and in all of his glory, Lydia is forced to watch, he held a smirk as he moved toward the edge of the bathing pool, climbed up the stairs, his wife’s gaze still firmly placed on him before he then took a towel, wrapped it around his waistline before turning to his reddened wife.

"Enjoy your bath, wife" he said as he strutted out. He had enough time to be done with his bath earlier as she had taken her time to probably get him uninterested but he had only grown harder by the second imagining her soft and delectable body, but as she stepped into the water wrapping her arms around herself, he knew he needed to wait.

Lydia confused yet comfortable that her husband has given her another out, but slightly embarrassed that she had failed to be a woman she stepped into the bedroom, her head bent down.

"Come here" Theodore called, the second he sees her in her robe, she watched him for a moment before climbing into bed to join him.

She shifts closer to him and then he wrapped her in his embrace, she smelled so good he groaned. She felt real good with her body because of the warm bath in the cold day, her eyes started to close in his strong hold.

"Good night, Gooseberry" he whispered.

Lydia forgot to reply as she drifts into a beautiful world.

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A Week Earlier.

Evening, Critic-Arley.

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In a small passageway under the moonlit star-filled sky night, a small figure covered in a big cloak and a small mask scurried through the mud, As the figure headed for a carriage seemingly waiting for her, just before she came out of the passage a group of kids started to run toward her with a speed she didn’t fathom until she was knocked off her feet and she was sent backwards, just before she hit the ground she steady’s herself with magic, kids are the worst always so erratic and strident, she thought with a frown, someone could have seen her perform magic she thought frighteningly, her eyes wide with panic when she saw a shadow, she started to run only to hit a sturdy chest, forcing a silent curse out of her, before she could go for the next ethical thing to do.

Apologize

"Are you blind? Get out of my way" The owner of the body complained grumpily shocking the lady.

The man she had collided with was none other than Conan who was happily going to the rakeboard to get the weekly papers and now this clumsy lady who thinks she can run whatever how she gets a kick out of in such a tight passageway is stopping him from moving.

"It is to my understanding this passage belongs to every individual in critic-ishire and also no individual in particular" her muffled voice came from his shoulder, her head bending to his chest right above his heart. first it was the kids now this.

Why is she not moving away?

"What are you implying?" he asked anyway his frown deepening as he tries to peel her off him but she held on to him.

"That you are also standing in my way because this is also my way, move away my head hurts" her reply made him release a low chuckle.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked her, she must be a thief, but they was nothing on him for her to steal.

"Exactly the question a nobody will ask" she replied, with a sharp insult but Conan wasn’t having it.

"Young lady don’t you think it is dangerous for you to be so sharp mouthed in a passageway by this time alone with me?" Conan questioned with a small smirk, his black orbs looking even sinister in the moonlit night.

"I would be on my way if you leave my way" the girl had somehow whispered that into his neck making him shiver slightly, his smirk gone, he blinked rapidly fighting the urge to swallow. Her height reached right under his chin, making her breath tickle his neck as she has refused to step back.

"Why is your head down, what are you?" he asked suspiciously, as he turned to look at her.

"Let go of my waist" she demanded, and Conan immediately released her, realizing only then that he was still holding her from the time he had caught her to prevent her from falling on her butt.

"I would chit chat with you for a while but I have a better place to be" he spat and she could only scuff not meeting his gaze as he sidestepped.

"Fair enough now scurry away" she had to give the last comment, she smiled satisfied with the end of the argument.

They made their ways the opposite direction.

"She smells faintly familiar" Conan mumbled as he made his way to his favorite place in the whole of critic-arley, aside everywhere, he smiled innocently he loved experiences and adventures give all that, trouble makes his cold blood come alive.

"Disrespectful, slow witted Critic Arlians" the mysterious magic lady scowled, her eyes catching her cart moving to her, she caught it quickly and moved in, the cart at a velocity that almost seem invisible and completely invisible to the human eyes, it will simply be registered as a strong gust of wind.

Conan heard her and that was a confirmation that she was not from this city but then why would a woman from another city be in Critic Arley this late and the scent, where had he caught a whiff of it before?

’Muckrake’

His mind drew him to the important topic of where he was going and he shook his head to rid his mind of her thoughts.

As he got to the board, the crowd was already too much and he almost cursed at that insufferable girl, if he doesn’t get a copy today, he will hunt her down, he got closer but this vamps were savage and he couldn’t get any closer.

Right as his hands would pick the second to the last one from the board a fat woman took it and he didn’t blink before the last one too left the board, he looked to the sky and let out a low humorless chuckle but everyone had a right to it and the payment will be made so he could do nothing.

He was mortified, shocked, and angry and the only thing he knew to do was run after her, he sprinted towardw where he had met the girl but she was gone, her scent gone. If only he had not been distracted or let her fall instead of steadying her he would be holding his dearest muckrakers paper now.

How could a human walk so fast, maybe she wasn’t human after all he ran his hands through his brown hair.

A magic practitioner, a witch in Critic-Ishire

That is what she is, a witch and to say Theodore warned him about them just today, now one of them has hurt him and he must find her, he couldn’t let those filthy creatures mess with him, whatever gender or age it may be.

She has to pay for this, he’d thought

Conan blinked away the annoying memory as he sat slouched under the muckrakers roof, he’d ditched the Lord’s carriage for a coachman he paid the moment he could and had been sitting here since.

What must have happened to the muckraker ? His mind mauled over

He was surprised at himself for being for carried by her abrupt disappearance but he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what might have happened, she’d released a writing about the emperor and Statham family maybe he got to her because of that to teach her a lesson or she’s laying low to avoid being taught a lesson.

He had to find her and he had to do it fast, he stood up with a frown and started walking to Lord Theodore’s mansion, he couldn’t stay in his estate today, he’d overthink and that wasn’t his first priority.

Protecting Lord Theodore was.