Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 88: Birds Twittering And Loving Lydia

Chapter 88: Birds Twittering And Loving Lydia

Afternoon.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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As the last tremors of the third orgasm and Lydia’s first fuck pulse through her, Theodore whispers sweet nothings as he grinds out his own release. As he pulled out of her a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room made Lydia’s cheeks burn with heat.

"Fuck!" Theodore gasped pulling out of her before collapsing onto the bed.

He wrapped his arm around her, pulled her closer and asked. "Are you okay, Gooseberry?"

"Yes, that was..." She bites on her lip unable to complete the sentence.

"Incredible?" the lord offered.

She giggled. "Fantastic, but incredible works too."

An emotional silence echoed in the room for a moment before Theodore sighed.

"Lydia I-"

A knock interrupted his sentence sharply.

"Lady Theodore you have a guest" Joyous announced.

Theodore managed to sigh along with a low groan, while Lydia started to giggle lightly.

"Lady Theodore?"

She hid her face on Theodore’s chest giggling, her face pressed on the bed and his arm body.

They both remained silent, Lydia lazy and playful to respond with Theodore sore at being interrupted.

"Lord Theodore please alert the lady she has a guest" the maid said instead.

Lydia’s silent giggle busted out at Joyous’s approach.

The maid heard the sound before she quickly added. "I shall wait right out here"

"Then you shall wait forever" Theodore bellowed.

Lydia giggled. "No she shall not, I am going" she started to leave the bed but

"Gooseberry" he whined.

She paused and met his eyes that was behind her now, his chin resting on her spine.

"Theodore we are fighting, I am enraged by you" she

He frowned, feeling betrayed. "But I just fucked your brains out like you wished" he pointed out.

She snickered shifting and making his palm reach the swell of her breast. "Considering I still have enough brain to know I should be the lady of the house and step outside I think you did-"

He wrapped one of breast in his large palm, cutting her off. "Do not complete that sentence or I shall be forced to carry out your wishes as a command" he teased her nipples and simultaneously fondling the breast.

Her eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck me into oblivion?" she prompted.

"Lydia" he warned, the growl rumbling from his throat.

His voice seemed to pull her out of her drifting mind.

"Let me go and get dressed, Theodore" she said sternly.

Reluctantly he let’s her go and then watched as she sashayed to the other side of the room.

As she stepped out of the bathroom he was already out of bed, decked out like he hadn’t just fucked his wife.

He was resting on a wall as he went on to ask. "When did you start to say such vulgar things?"

She glance his way. "No, you should ask who made me start saying such" she corrected as she began to put on her clothing one by one.

He narrowed his eyes "Who?"

She covered her lips, her cheeks red. "Let me whisper it" she muttered her eyes wide with mischief.

"Closer then Gooseberry" he growled.

She eyed his open arms before walking up to him, she stepped in to whisper.

He swiftly engulfed her, his arms around her waist and as she looked up to whisper into her ears, he took her mouth, his left palm around her waist with his right cradling her head.

His lips pressed firmly on hers, he intended to merely press a kiss but eventually he drew her bottom lip into his nouth, he suckled, nipped and soon seeked entrance into her warm mouth.

She opened like a flower and he immediately wished it was her honeypot instead.

"Theodore" she moaned.

He groaned, tightening his hold on her. "Moaning like that shall trap you in this room" he promised as he trailed kisses from her cheeks downward.

She bit her lip shut, he smirked into her neck as he released his tight grip on her a little.

His handsome face stared at her pretty one as he asked. "So who?"

"Who what?" she whispered completely flustered and had simply forgotten the last topic at hand.

"Who has guided my wife to say things like they are in her head?"

"Rum" she said with a shameful smile.

Theodore appeared lost. "Rum? You had rum today?" his eyes widen at the thought.

He knew she didn’t have rum today, there was no smell and she wasn’t the slightest drunk.

"Oh and Helena and mostly you" she said jabbing his chest.

Theodore suddenly had selective hearing.

"Who is Helena?" he asked, his voice low and precise.

Her reply. "My soulmate" she shrugged.

"Soulmate? Gooseberry I am your soulmate" he declared, telling his wife his status in her life because it appeared she didn’t know.

"No you are not" he blinked. "You are my world" she declared.

He felt puckish yet loved so he whispered. "I love you, Lydia"

She nodded, as she attempt to zip her pink dress. "Yes, but do not forget, We are still fighting" she pointed out.

"I shall not forget to fuck you into oblivion" he promised, a whisper into her ears.

She tried to get out of his arms but they were right and unwilling.

"Joyous! Open the door" Lydia wailed as she knew that was the only way to get out of his arms.

"Who is Helena?" he asked again but nobody replied.

Joyous opened the door and stepped in with a bow. "Yes, Lady Theodore, the guest" she said.

"You should be at the gates with that snake" Theodore snarled.

Lydia shook her head, her face carrying a small smile. "Stop issuing threats like that, honey its alarming" she said.

"She should be alarmed" he said narrowing his eyes at the maid who has her body bowed to her waist level, an attempt to avoid eye contact with the lord.

He let Lydia our of his arm after dropping a kiss on her forehead before walking out of the door in a better mood than when he had stepped inside.

Joyous raised her head and she gasped at Lydia’s appearance. "My lady we have to tidy you up before you step out" she spouted hurriedly.

"Oh. I... I do?" she rushed to the mirror and immediately gasped at her dishevelled, flushed appearance, her hair is a bed mess. Her face red and hot. Her dress comfortably seated yet obvious she had rushed into it.

She sighed.

She was truly fucked because she only wants to lie back down into Theodore’s open arms.

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Afternoon.

Theodore’ a Mansion premises.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In the soft glow of a golden afternoon sun, Gabriel and Tom moved gracefully amidst the lush greenery that enveloped the grand mansion.

Their movements, synchronized, and their every step is a testament to the deep bond that bound them together.

With preciseness and care, they wielded their tools, clearing away the encroaching vegetation that threatened to obscure the beauty of the mansion.

Lydia had wanted it cleared so the mansion could get more light and it’s beauty could shine.

The rhythmic snip of shears and the rustle of leaves filled the air as the brothers labored in perfect harmony.

The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an intoxicating perfume that hung in the air around them, some grass smelled like insecticides and tickled their noses but they worked on.

Birds twittered melodiously in the nearby trees, their songs a cheerful accompaniment to the twins’ diligent efforts.

A movement drew their attention and it was Dorothy helping Joyous set up a table for Tom and Gabriel to dine. The girls work fast and soon only Joyous return to set the last utensil.

Gabriel with a smirk dropped his tools and started to approach her, she had been the one to bring them the working tools earlier and despite working rigorously he still remembered her shy but stern face.

"Hi beaut" he acknowledged her upon reaching.

She paused in her arrangement of the table to respond without looking at him. "I am older than you are"

"You should try meeting my eyes" he teased.

"Older than you can ever be" she completed her former sentence, her head focused on the table.

"Do you perhaps live nearby?" he flirted.

She gripped a fork before turning to him. "Do you pethaps have a hearing problem"

"You have the cutest face" he complimented matters factly.

Joyous knew she would turn red at that words of his so she quickly turned to the table.

"Gabriel leave the girl alone" Tom advised as he approached them, his hands free of the tool too.

Joyous veered around. "I am not a girl to both of you, I am older than both of you!" she screeched, her fist clenched.

"Okay that is where you are wrong" Tom lets out, disagreeing with her.

She scoffed. "I am not having this, serve the teas yourself" she dropped a handkerchief and left the premise in angry struts.