Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 93: Lydia Becoming Bold.

Chapter 93: Lydia Becoming Bold.

Night.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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After their brief kiss, one that left Lydia panting and Theodore wanting more he let her waist go and took a step back, anticipating her next move.

Lydia held her husband’s gaze as she raised her arms to her head, she slowly gathered her black locks in a bun, securing the errant strands behind her ears. Her neck became visible. Slender and beautiful, her pulse rhythmic.

As her dress was a robe and already untied she merely held the edge by the shoulders and shrugged it off, it pooled around her feet revealing her whole figure, ample in the right places, slender yet somehow curvy, Theodore hungered to worship her marvellous body.

His groin twitched, wailing to be freed.

She was breathless when she whispered. "Undress, My lord husband"

He opened his arms. "Help me, Gooseberry"

She smirked "No, I wish to watch you do it slowly"

He smiled as she turned and sashayed to their bed, her ass calling for him.

She sat seductively on the bed and he couldn’t take his eyes off her body, off the fact that she had become bolder and her breasts were considerably fuller.

He with his eyes on her undressed, his body heating as he finished taking off every fabric and clothing covering his body.

He strolled to her and without warning he took her waiting lips, her body on cue started to relax onto the bed. She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it hungrily, he started to climb onto the bed while she moved up unhurriedly, his left arm supported her back and lifted her to the middle of the bed all while kissing as though their life depended on it.

He pushed himself up and whispered ’Lydia’ love and affection leaking out of the momentary savagery.

She moaned and writed, her hip raising and rubbing her glistening honeypot with his throbbing hot shaft, he groaned, his arm vibrating as he pressed into her too.

Pushing himself up, he set his shaft to her entrance, she widened her thighs awaiting his ministration, and without a warning, he sank into her in one thrust.

He ploughed into her like a mad man on the loose, burying his face in her neck as he nailed her into their bed, Lydia, hungry and full, took her husband in with the same vigour, reaching his every thrust with a movement of her own.

His thrust became steady and bold and all she could do was cling onto him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as he fucks her better than Lydia had ever even dreamed was possible. Intimately yet lingering on the savagery side.

Soon they both became enveloped in a euphoric feeling as they both came down from their high with each other’s name on their lips. He continued to move in and almost out of her till he had jerked all of his milk into her eager to swallow honeypot.

Theodore and her lie in bed, facing each other and panting.

He took her errant hair away from her sweaty forehead as he asked. "Are you okay, wife?"

She grins, holding his sky-blue eyes. "Yes, I feel incredible" she lets out facing the ceiling now.

He sighed into the "I need to prepare for my journey"

"No, stay a little longer, Let us bathe," she said of it without a pause.

Theodore chuckled turning her to face him with a sheepish grin. "Are you trying to fuck me till morning?"

She blinked, and somehow her eyes lit up making Theodore narrow his eyes. "Can we do that?" she asked.

He held her eyes and told her. "As inviting as that sounds, I am forced to say no, Gooseberry, duty calls"

"Okay," she sighed, burying her face in his neck.

He tugged her and then her left thigh became crossed over both his thighs. They are still naked and wet.

Moments passed before she whispered into his neck. "I was reading a geography book out of boredom, today I shall soon need a location for my office"

He shifted. "Gooseberry you are not going anywhere away from me" he declared openly.

"That is not going away, that is merely having an office" she justified meeting his eyes.

"An office that is not in the mansion is away, I do not want you anywhere that is not near me" he pointed out.

She frowned. "I need to go out more often"

"You shall go out more often" he conceded.

"What if I get lost?" she asked with a raised brow. In her thoughts, if she doesn’t go out more often then she would barely know anywhere and can become prey.

"Gooseberry, all you have to do is whisper my name" he drawled.

"Critic-Ishire might be an empire but it is a room to us only without its four walls, wherever you are, I shall find you" he proclaimed.

She blinked. "I am so sleepy" she whispered words.

"Sleep, Gooseberry, come here"

He pressed her into him, his chin resting on her head, her hair touching his face.

"Goodnight Lydia" he whispered as he then pressed a kiss on her head.

He was leaving for a while despite wanting nothing more than to be here.

"You would wear the scarf I made for you," she said, already aware he might not be around when she woke up.

"Yes wife" he agreed.

She snuggled closer and nestled in his arms properly. This time she slept like a baby while he listened to her breath. He thought about how she had become more sexually aware and open and he was loving every bit of it.

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Midnight.

Male Employed’s Quarters.

Theodore Mansion, Critic Arley.

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Theodore wore the scarf she made for him as he dressed up to leave.

After taking his bath, he had meticulously added a towel to warm water to clean her body, without intending to he had paid more attention to her honeypot, cleaning every fluid and juice that remained, lingered or trailed downwards and she had moaned through the process proving his hypothesis right about her sexual appetite increasing.

He ambled to the male employeds quarters, he intended to get his new workers ready to go to Critic-Citadel with him. He reached the only room that had a light and tapped on the door. As though they were never asleep both the boys stood in front of him seconds later.

"Have you ever been to the Citadel?" Theodore asked the boys.

"No, my lord" the skinny one, Tom said his voice hoarse and tight.

"Come on then, get ready for your first trip I shall be by the front" he said and went away to the front of the mansion.

"Lord Theodore" a voice called.

He turned to them, his face passive. "Are you ready for your first trip?"

"First experience, yes," Gabriel said

"Yes, Lord Theodore," Tom said in unison with Gabriel.

Theodore smirked, He now understood the difference between the two that Gabriel had been talking about. One was a rule follower while the other leaned on the rebellious side.

"Come on," he said and the boys followed him and they walked together to the coachman who stood ready with the carriage and horses.

"Hi sir" Tom greeted the coachman.

"I am Blanc, the most important figure in this mansion" Blanc introduced himself with a smile.

Gabriel scoffed before bending his head to peek into the carriage, he gazed inside with interest wondering if perhaps they would get to sit inside too.

"Gabriel and Tom" Tom introduced calmly, his hand gesturing towards his brother.

Blanc laughed lightly, his lips moving to ask Tom."Mother did not find a matching name?"

"Pretty much" he replied.

"She was a smart one I tell you" Gabriel yelled from the other side of the carriage. He had managed to look it all round.

"We are going to the other side of the city to get Conan then we can leave" Blanc said while Theodore moved and was inside the carriage.

The brothers stood watching until Theodore barked. "Get inside"

They glanced at each other before entering the carriage, they sat with lightheadedness and curiosity. The feeling of the carriage and its interior is nice and calming to them.

Theodore tried but failed to hold back his frown, he would’ve left the boys behind but he didn’t know them yet and couldn’t let them be in the same mansion alone with his wife but their presence now would make their journey slow because without them, he could ride there without needing a carriage, just his horse and a sword was enough.

He sighed, while the twins got comfortable.

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Midnight

Bedroom, Statham Estate.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Shi’Enz couldn’t sleep, her mind has been plagued with the thoughts of Hound, the Mansion and her damn cookies. She had promised Hound to come over and collect but they hadn’t set a date or how many days it should take before she should come for the second set.

Julius, her father had returned from his travel and immediately declared no daughter of his stepped out of the house without him being around, and just as he finished he got dressed and left the house again, her mother had looked downcasted and confused, but all Shi’Enz had wanted was to leave the house.

Mira is now a shadow of herself and is losing a lot of weight but managed to maintain her breasts.

Shi’Enz sighed and walked to her window, wishing she was as free as the winds. But then she frowned as she thought of how the wind was invisible and she would never want to be invisible in the presence of Hound.

As a star fell from the sky suddenly, she smiled as she made a wish.

’May I reach Zachary and back successfully’

And with that, she could finally sleep.