Luelle gave him a little wink, stood up while holding her glass, and grabbed two more fresh buns from the table before leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.
“Is she always this crude?” Neoma pouted as Luelle exited through the doors. Seda caught her staring at Cahir’s arm placement on her lap and smiled to herself while hiding her smirk through a sip of wine.
“That’s her middle name, after all,” Praxis joked. Cahir chuckled in response.
“Is it really?” Neoma asked, her face clearly forced into a look of shock.
“No, it’s Crina. But I like Crude more. Fits better,” Praxis said, and both he and Cahir laughed again.
Cahir’s hand slid under the split in her dress, caressing the soft inner part of her thigh. Goosebumps spread across her legs as Cahir gently rubbed them, causing a slow ache to spread through her core.
“Seda, will you be in the library tomorrow?” Meir asked her sweetly, as if he were a father figure in her life, wanting to help. She noted that the tomato-red in his face had faded.
Cahir slowly moved his fingers higher, gently tracing the hemline of her underwear, and Seda struggled not to whimper.
“Um…” She couldn’t focus as Cahir’s warm fingers were so close to her sensitive skin, choking out a strained, “Yes.”
“Perfect! Perhaps I can meet you there tomorrow, and we can explore some history, as you had wanted to do today. Maybe after your walk with Neoma?” Meir said excitedly.
Cahir’s hand was dangerously close to slipping under her underwear, and she had to hold back a groan from escaping her lips.
“Yes, sounds nice,” she said, masking a soft moan, and picked up her glass of wine again to focus on. The warm liquid pooled in her stomach, and her vision started to blur.
“Seda won’t be able to meet you tomorrow at the library. We’re working on something together,” Cahir said.
“Oh?” Meir asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something I can help with?”
“No, but if that changes, I’ll let you know. Thank you, Meir, for always being so…helpful.” Cahir’s face was set in a perfect mask of neutrality as his fingers lightly explored the edge of the thin fabric, getting dangerously closer with each stroke.
She shifted in her seat and slightly parted her legs, granting him access. She had never done anything like this before in her life, and the thought excited her. She was being reckless, but she didn’t want to stop. Her body was throbbing, and she felt desire, something she had never really felt before, at least not in this capacity. She had never allowed herself to feel things like this, and that ache deep within was all-consuming.
Cahir’s hand froze, and he didn’t accept the invitation. He remained close, but didn’t move his fingers where she now wanted them.
Seda felt a slight drop in her heart and looked over at Neoma, who was staring at them with wide-eyed curiosity. Others didn’t see what was happening, but it was clear something was going on if they paid attention, and Neomawaspaying attention.
The doors burst open, and four guards rushed inside. They bowed quickly and stood up, looking at Cahir. One guard said, “Sire, there are guests who have just arrived. They’re requesting an audience immediately.”
Chapter 9
Luelle
That dinner was terrible, like saggy balls. Praxis’s saggy balls.
Luelle chuckled to herself at her hilarious humor as she walked through the empty, old servants’ halls. She made her way to the spot where she had previously seen Meir and Neoma screwing and sat in the chair that her fabulous self remembered to set up for her future, more fabulous self. She sipped her wine and munched on her bread, waiting for someone to arrive.
Ael knew she was planning her escape from the dinner. They had talked earlier about Meir’s and Neoma’s strange behavior, and Ael had asked her to keep a close eye on the two. She was glad that her fake, drunken act fooled them, allowing her to escape and get early access to watch the room. She really hoped someone would spill the beans tonight. They were both acting so damn weird. She could feel that they were hiding something. Meir never just took anyone in because they hadn’t seen the castle before. The whole situation was suspicious, and Ael knew it too.
A few minutes later, just as Luelle was about to dozeoff from boredom in the uncomfortable chair, she heard the door open roughly and peeked through the hole.
Ugh… No!she thought, fighting back an audible groan.
Neoma and Praxis were roughly kissing. He had his hand inside her tacky dress and was roughly squeezing her breast. Luelle rolled her eyes.
That man would fuck anything that walks.
They fell onto the bed abruptly, making it squeak. Praxis tore off his shirt and ripped Neoma’s dress open from the front.
“Hey, I liked this one,” Neoma playfully chided him as she wiggled her body, letting her overly large breasts sway back and forth.
