Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 92: Unzipping The Shameless Guest.

Chapter 92: Unzipping The Shameless Guest.

Late Evening.

Outside, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"You are such a shameless guest" Conan muttered.

"You ate too much and now you are a bear" he added with a frown.

"Shut up Sir Obnoxious" Lydia grumbled.

"Where is the carriage then? Why is it so far?" she wailed, swaying slightly.

He caught her shoulders, supporting her.

"I shall just wait here while you go get the carriage," she said, shooing him away.

"It is a steed Helena let us go" he prompted.

The carriage that they had used was rented as Conan doesn’t bother with carriages but having to ride with Helena he had to get a carriage for her comfort.

She remained unmoved. "Do you wish for me to carry you?" he asked her.

"I can wait here, go bring the horse I feel so heavy"

He bent and in a swift motion, she was in his arms. One of his arms under her knees, and the other, her back.

She squealed. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Shut up, Lady Clingy" he snarled.

She settled before whispering. "I am not even clinging right now"

"You shall soon," he said believing when they finally got on the steed, she would seek warmth from him.

They reached the horse and pulled him out of the pole and soon they were on the road.

"It is so cold" she mumbled.

"Hold on tight" he ordered.

She snuggled closer his broad shoulders shielding her. "Why can I not stay in the front?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

"Because the wind is coming from that side and I need to get you home, quickly" he responded.

They rode across and hours later they were in their bungalow.

Conan jumps down first, and then he opens his arms for Helena to anchor her landing.

He picked her up immediately she touched the ground. She joined her palms together to create a steady blood flow.

"I am cold" she confessed.

"I can feel you" he growled.

"I am sorry" she whispered.

"Why?"

She blinked. "For being a hassle" she mumbled.

He smiled. "You can be a delight sometimes"

"Thank you," she said, her voice drenched with sleep.

He reached their bedroom and helped her onto the bed, she mumbled something and then there was a rumble from her stomach. He frowned along with her, that must have been painful because she was full, yet her stomach was rumbling. Which meant it was uncomfortable.

He looked at her belly and then at her scowling face.

Shit, he thought.

The dress must be too tight.

She groaned again and then she was lying on her front, to reduce the discomfort and rest.

Conan sighed before sitting on the bed, his mother went blind twelve years ago and there were a few instances where he helped her with something about her dress.

With tentative movement, he held the zipper and pulled it downward, the sound of her breathing and the opening zip filled the air.

Soon her creamy skin came into view but there was more to be removed for her to feel freer.

He started to unpin her corset, hook by hook, and shortly he had unhooked everything leaving her back bare and ready to be touched. There were a few red lines from the tightness of the corset and Conan’s fingers unconsciously reached to trail it when Helena sighed, getting comfortable in her sleep.

He gulped, stood up and started to pack.

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Night.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Lydia stood facing a large window in their bedroom, it is open today and the fresh air that breezes in is nice and pleasant.

In her white night dress, she stood with a body that exuded confidence and grace. Nobility of the highest forms as she looked ethereal in the long flair hand nightdress.

Her hair was let down and it flowed to her back, its texture clean and radiating, she watched the outside with an empty mind and serene heart. The atmosphere was calm and welcoming, she could now see the far sides of the mansion because of the full-day clearing that the boys had done.

She recalled she hadn’t seen them since the work and she wanted to know what Theodore concluded with them.

Her chest rises and falls in a steady breath as her mind blanks again, momentarily free of thoughts or problems.

"Gooseberry" her breath caught and she went rigid at the sound from her husband "I apologize for yelling at you" he whispered.

Still facing the window, she gulped, her head dropping a notch. "You hated me at that moment" she whispered.

He stepped closer, took a hold of her shoulders and turned her to him. "No I did not hate you, my love," he said. "I can never hate you," he confessed with all his heart. "It was fear, I am so sorry" he apologized as she still kept her gaze down.

"I just did not want to wear the red, or the white, or the pink or the black" She picked her battle with the choice of complaint.

He smiled. "I know, I was hot and bothered," he let out.

She pouted. "I had wanted green," she added.

He tipped her chin up. "You could have simply told me," he told her.

She looked up to the ceiling. "You should have known"

"You are right, I should have" he agreed easily.

She smiled meeting his eyes.

"Why then did you wear black?"

"Because I do not mind" she shrugged

His face held a smile while his mind thought, what the fuck?

"I shall soon get ready to journey to the citadel tonight"

"Theodore" she purred, her fingers wrapping his shirt.

She didn’t want him to leave.

"Can you not go, they could perhaps have the meeting here" she suggested batting her lashes at him.

"Oh, Lydia, I have no such power" he confessed.

"Why should I let you go?" she folded her arms under her breast pushing her breasts up and ultimately drawing Theodore’s gaze there and back.

"Because you are a noble lady who upholds honour and glory, also because I need to know what is happening in our empire and my city," he said.

Without another word, she rose on her tiptoe to plant a kiss on his lips.

Theodore groaned as he drew her into his arms, he pressed his lips against her ear before sliding his hand between her thighs.

He parted them.

She clutched onto him as she gasped in shock.

He trailed kisses down to her chest, his arm moving between her thighs and causing friction in her nub, her abdomen squishing.

"Your breasts appear to be growing bigger, Gooseberry" he growled into her breast as he took the nipples from behind the clothing.

She moaned, unable to reply, the sensation too much and too sweet.

’Perhaps it’s the lady’s man, she thought’ as she moves her waist for her clit to rub his arm better.

He pulled back making her frown as all the sensation paused leaving desperation.

Her nightdress is like a robe, tied together by one rope, he took hold of it and untied it, spreading each part of the dress apart.

She drew in a breath as he watched her increasingly, intently.

Swiftly, He sank to his knees in front of her, shifting her nightdress, he wrapped one of her slim creamy legs over his shoulder.

She was forced to grip the back of his head to keep her balance, and as she did, He spreads her pussy lips and dived in.

A few hard pulls on her sweet little clit with his mouth and she began to writ and moan, her head shaking.

This time when he pulled back, the loss was even more pronounced for Lydia.

"Why are you still punishing me?" she groaned, pressing his head.

"Admit you were being reckless and stubborn," he ordered, his warm breath sliding over her drenched pussy.

She fists his gold locks with one hand as he ran his tongue once, through her slit.

She moans. "I was just happy I found gems."

He kissed her honeypot. "At the expense of your life?" he licked his lips as he caught her lustful ocean-blue eyes.

"No, I did not fucking lose it," she cried, eager for more but he kept drawing back. "Mira did something to me," she admitted.

He went back in, sucked on the swollen nub continuously until he had to breathe her in.

A few gentle flicks of his tongue, and then he said, "I know, I have Hound looking for her, she shall be dealt with soon" he continued his work on her.

"Theodore" she moaned longer this time, her voice travelling with the wind.

He teased her a few more times. "You shall not go into the lake if I am absent" he declared.

"Yes, my lord husband" she agreed breathlessly.

Theodore groaned before attacking her with his mouth, he tongue fucked her with the ferocity of a starved man.

And yes, he was starved.

For her, her taste, her little breathless moans. Her momentary pettiness. All of it.

He added his fingers. The addition of two fingers abruptly pumped inside of her, along with his tongue flicking her clit, made her explode immediately.

"Oh lord," she cried out as her vagina spasmed, milking his fingers deep inside of her.

Theodore’s tongue and fingers worked in tandem, wringing every last drop of the orgasm out of her.

She was still breathing laboriously as she untangled herself from me, closing her eyes, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

She became shy and red immediately after. She was hiding from him, probably filled with shame about what just happened.

Theodore’s cock twitched, eager for its turn, He stepped back and released her from his grasp.

Lydia reached for her discarded robe while Theodore held her wrist.

Tension rippled along his back as he held back pouncing on her before he said. "That was a new experience but I intend to do a lot more with you Lydia, do not be shy" he took the errant strands of hair away from her face.

"Let the dress go," he spurred.

He waited, hungry for more he stepped closer without waiting for her to let the dress go as he had ordered and soon their eyes clashed right before their lips did.