Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 60: Yes, Theodore Blushes.

Chapter 60: Yes, Theodore Blushes.

Noon.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Gooseberry" Theodore purred at the sight of his delectable wife.

She stepped into his office, the door ajar.

He left his seat with ease, he had been in his office after letting her go earlier, he felt his heart squeeze and then flip at the sight of his wife, his Lydia.

He moved deliberately towards her, her breath quickened at the sight of him

He held her delicate face in his large palms, his thumb swiping her cheeks, her heart clenched in delight and she shivered. He smirked as he drew closer, her warm eyes now filled with desire, he dropped his gaze to her lips and her heart quietened immediately and with ease, he bent and took her lips in his, and she melted into his arms while he growled into her mouth.

He sucked and nibled on her lower lip simultaneously with the upper lip and so does she. He swiped his tongue over her lips and she opened like a flower ready to be taken, he dived right in, kissing her like the last of oxygen existed inside of her.

He moulded her like he wanted their bodies joined as one, his touch heating and searing as he ran it up and down her back, she raised her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, massaging and running her hand to his hair, her butt cheek parted as he lifted her through her thighs.

She gasped and it was a battle of tongues, she tasted sweet and warm, the taste of milk in her kiss.

He tasted lovely and strong, a whiff of whiskey in his breath.

Her back connected with the wall as he moved towards it to ravish her lips better, his shaft from inside his pants brushed her sex through the dress, and she pressed herself to hum, the friction, pleasing.

This kiss being the hottest they had ever had Lydia melted further into his embrace, he groaned slowing down as they needed to catch their breath. He eased out of the kiss, his lips quickly finding her flesh to latch on, he sucked on her neck, swiping his tongue over it and then he repeated the motion, clamping his teeth down in a possessive manner making Lydia squirm and moan.

"Theodore" she moaned. His hard chest brushed with her full chest, sensitive and hungry.

"I missed you Gooseberry" he growled after leaving a love bite on her pale neck.

"I missed you Theodore" she purred placing a peck onto his lips, both of his eyes, his cheek and lastly his forehead.

Theodore was a blushing mess at the end of her assault, he gripped her harder as he gazed into her dilated pupils.

His Gooseberry is starting to love him without guilt. He placed a warm kiss on her lip before settling her in her feet.

Theodore played with her hair as he rearranged the errant ones. His eyes are lust-filled and wise.

"How was your conversation with the hairy lady?" he asked guiding her to his seat.

Lydia scoffed as she sat on his thigh, no longer shy about their intimacy. "The Baroness is aggravating, immature and a senseless wife to the Baron" she muttered

"I could not agree more" he easily said playing with a few strands of her hair, her hair is so dark and shiny, it is as though she bathes in oil and walks in an endless flow of beauty fluid.

He watched her as his mind wandered while she picked a book from his desk.

His life had been so mundane and eerie until that day when she had blessed this mansion with her presence, her light and grace had shone so suddenly the whole building got blinded by the need to possess.

He might be a cold, fearsome monster to the ignorant people but to her he is Honey.

"Let’s go see Hound please," she said as dropped the book as she said abruptly, Thedore frowned but she was right, they needed to see Hound.

"I sent Blanc to get the physician earlier, he should be there now," he told her as he placed his palm on her lower back.

The moment she was out of his office, her husband right behind her, a soft, warm and beating nudge jolted her heart. "Oh Red!" she clutched her heart, she had been a bit frightened there, it didn’t feel as furry as it normally felt.

"I shall be with you soon, wait here, Dorothy!" Lydia called and handed the cat to the maid who rushed to her immediately "Yes, Lady Theodore" Dorothy took Red with a small teasing smile on her face.

"Take care of Red, he seems overly clingy today, he’s been around since" Lydia complained with a frown.

"Okay, Lady Theodore" she agreed.

Lydia had been noticing him since breakfast, he’d get between her legs and into her dress, but he had stayed away during her conversation with the baroness, he must have felt her dirty energy. She smirked.

Dorothy took the cat from Lydia and headed inside to clean it, while the couple left hand in hand for Hound’s cottage.

"Make haste, honey we need to bless the Hound" The ocean blue-eyed Lady of Critic Arley enunciated.

Her husband, Lord Theodore smiled, his wife was happy and in his eyes that diminished every other darkness including the one invading Hound’s body.

They reach the cottage, Lydia’s soft palm and fingers linked with her husband’s. They reach his bed and the tall physician is watching Hound with interest.

"What is happening with him?" Lydia asked in a mumble.

The physician sighed "He is still immobile and his breathing is continuously slowing down, he has not made a sound or move since I was here" he commented.

"You need to do whatever it is you can physician" Theodore growled.

"I know and I shall try but he does not seem promising, it doesn’t look like he is in pain, life is simply slipping out of his body" the physician added.

"As though something is plodding it" Lydia added making the physician nod, his eyes wary.

The physician stood up after a moment of repose. "I am leaving now, I shall be back," he said gathering his tools and pouch.

"Thank you" Lydia whispered to him, her eyes glued to Hound’s pale figure, he looked almost dead, so at peace and alone.

She sighed and her husband’s sigh followed suit.

Hound needs to wake up soon.

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Afternoon.

Knight Camp.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Whach got ya so rough today Knight?" a husky voice asked Conan.

"Shut up!" he hollered as he continued to watch his sword, he had come straight to the knight camp of Critic Arley after leaving his house, the conflicted emotions he had bleeding out as he sparred with his mates.

"Did the Lord trip on something last night?" another voice added.

He growled "I said shut up!" his dark blond fluttering with the wind.

"Okay alright, it’s a girl" a bulkier one, with a small bump on his forehead said.

"Whatever do ya mean, John?" Conan asked with a frown.

"I mean only a fine lady would make a full-grown fellow this pissy" John commented.

"Conan and girls? Nah!" the first husky-voiced knight said. His name, Paul.

"Has he ever acted this intensely about his Lord before, Paul?" John continued to ask.

"She must be a soft-spoken brunette" a voice pointed out.

"No, I assume Conan would go for a desirable noblewoman, with curves to die for" Paul spoke out.

John started, his voice teasing "Or a real good girl who has all the necessary information for bedroom purposes-"

"Shut up both of you!" Conan hollered "I’m not getting married anytime soon!" he barked his feet rising as he stood up.

"Who’s talking about marriage?" Paul asks suspiciously, making Conan grit his teeth.

"Well I heard the royal advisor talking to the Alderman about Conan being conflicted" John said confidently.

Conan scowled, as he took his sword. "What are you talking about?" be asked.

"Now ya interested ay! Look here man Lilian Jameson is a fine one don’t waste her time" John warned with a playful threat.

Conan shook his head with a frown, he pointed his fingers at both of them simultaneously as he said "Both of you should continue to enjoy your company, I assume you must have missed each other"

"You might be a charming one but we have more girls, Knight!" one taunted making others laugh.

John starts to push-ups "He smiles and when the girl gets closer he scowls, who does that?!" he asks from the ground.

"He still gats the lasses, John, you’re being jealous" Paul retorted making John chuckle.

"Dick doesn’t want to get married!" another snarled.

Conan smirked, his shoulders shaking to hold in his laughter. He started to leave.

"Go talk to ya girl!" they all yell in unison before erupting into a roar of laughter.

Conan frowned.

"What is father doing?" Conan whispered to himself as he left the training grounds, his shoulders tight.