Chapter 69
I regarded Yseldra in silence as she fed Aelunira beside me. We now sat together at the breakfast table.
"The stain was rather considerable," I remarked.
"I could not restrain myself," she replied, wholly without remorse, as she offered Aelunira the final bite. Veevee rose upon his hind legs, placing his forepaws upon her lap, pleading for a share.
"Mother Yseldra," Aelunira said, tugging lightly at her skirts while her other hand stroked Veevee's head, "how is it that you never come with Mother and I to her work?"
"I shall," Yseldra answered with an easy smile. "Soon. Matters from Dunverra demand my attention at present."
"I want to show you the fort we made," Aelunira continued, her voice bright with pride.
"Oh? You have built a fort?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes. I want you to see it."
My fingers tightened about my spoon. She had never spoken of such a thing to me. I had been but a short distance away, and yet she had not thought to bring me. Instead, she longed to show it to Yseldra.
Yseldra leaned close and drew her into an embrace. "I should be delighted to see it. In my youth, I was quite accomplished in the art of fort building. The palace was ever filled with my creations."
"May I go and see them?" Aelunira asked, her eyes alight.
My hands trembled faintly. She would go to Dunverra so readily now, when she had clung to me and did not wish to part?
"They are no longer there," Yseldra said, her tone softening. "Yet when we arrive, I shall help you fill the palace anew with every manner of fort. We shall place bandits within them and wage glorious battle."
"Yay!"
I rose and quitted the room. I could not bear to hear another word. Andrew extended the morning paper toward me, and I accepted it before retreating to the pavilion.
Naturally, Yseldra followed and seated herself next to me. She brought with her the documents delivered to her in the morning, already scanning them.
"Those bitches," she muttered beneath her breath as her gaze moved across the page.
"Mother Yseldra," Aelunira called as she hurried toward us, "my tutors have arrived. May we play rescue once I am finished?"
"Most certainly," Yseldra replied with gentle fondness.
My grip tightened upon the paper. I, too, remained at home this day. I might have played with her. Why, then, had she not thought to ask me?
Aelunira stood upon her toes and kissed Yseldra on the cheek. I inclined myself, prepared to receive the same, yet she turned and ran back inside. I stilled, my movement left unfinished.
"Yseldra," I said, "you are burdened with much work. It would be best if you returned to your residence. Aelunira shall remain with me for several days."
"It is of no consequence," she answered with a smile directed at me. "I may attend to my work here."
I forced my gaze on the morning paper, and there I chanced upon an advertisement. It was for a most indecent establishment, displaying a variety of devices meant for private indulgence. My eyes lingered upon one in particular. A belt, fitted with an artificial cock.
My gaze shifted toward Yseldra. Did she not favor it in her arse? Yes. Yes she did.
"Yseldra."
"Yes, beloved?"
"Is not your birthday soon approaching?"
"You recall it well," she said, her lips curving with delight. "Shall I receive a gift?"
"You shall. I intend to give it to you in advance."
She drew me into her embrace. "I can hardly wait."
Oh, I am quite certain she can hardly wait for the moment I plunge a false cock into her arse, one as large as her own. How dare she lay claim to so much of my daughter's affection?
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I procured what was required and returned to my residence. Yseldra had already read Aelunira to sleep, which suited my purpose well.
I entered the washroom with the box in hand. The chamber was dim, lit only by a few softened flames, and she lay within the bath, her skin glistening with water. At the sight of me, she started, then her lips curved.
"Care to join?"
I began to undress.
Her expression shifted at once into astonishment. "You are serious?"
"You extended the invitation."
"I… Naevia… uh… damn… Fuck." Her composure faltered as I removed the final piece of garment. She surged from the bath in a sudden motion, water spilling across the floor. One hand threaded into my hair and dragged me close, the other seized my breast with possessive force. Her lips crashed upon mine, fierce and hungry. Between us, I felt her cock harden, pressing insistently against my body. The box slipped from my grasp and struck the floor.
I had intended to remain composed. I had a purpose to see through. Yet as ever, she overwhelmed me.
"Wait," I managed at last, forcing her back just enough to draw breath.
The space did not last. She closed it, squeezing her cock between my thighs, dragging it against my sex with pressure. Her fingers found my nipple, pinching, pulling as she grind herself against me with rising urgency. Moans escaped me as the sensation shot through my body, her voice mirroring my own.
"Your cunt is wet," she breathed against my skin, her voice thick with lust. "It longs for me."
Her hand left my breast and slid lower, gripping my backside with bold possession as her mouth moved along my neck, licking, kissing, claiming.
"Wait," I said, more force than plea, and pushed her back. My heart pounded without mercy. "Sit there." I pointed to the edge of the smooth bathtub, though even as I spoke, my mind shifted. No. This could not be done here.
I seized her wrist and drew her from the washroom, guiding her swiftly to the bed. She followed without resistance, her senses consumed, her gaze fixed upon my bare form as her hand stroked her cock, the tip slick, glistening as it slid beneath her touch.
I caught her wrist at once and pulled her upright onto her knees on the bed. Then I moved her hands to one of the bedposts. "Hold," I commanded. "Cease touching yourself."
She obeyed, though her grip tightened with visible strain.
I retrieved the box and opened it, drawing forth the belt and the false cock. The moment her gaze fell upon it, she recoiled, her eyes widening.
She ought to be grateful that I revised my judgment at the final moment and purchased a size that bore no resemblance to her own. I had been wholly inclined to select one equal to hers, yet reason prevailed. She would have torn beneath it, and I would have been denied the very outcome I intended.
"If you release that post," I said, "I shall have you removed from my residence."
"Do not tell me you intend to use that on me," she said, terrified. "It is far too large, Naevia. It will not fit. I am accustomed to smaller ones…"
I fastened the belt about my hips, then reached for the oil and coated my cock until it gleamed. "If Nerissea and I have taken you, then you may take this."
"She had the draught that dulled the pain, and I prepared you for it," she protested.
"You desire it," I murmured, leaning close as I spread the oil over her arse. A soft moan slipped from her lips. "Do you hear yourself?"
I pressed a finger into her and her thighs quivered at once.
"You will not touch your cock," I breathed near her ear, my finger moving within her, easing her open as I positioned myself behind her. "We shall not have you spend so quickly, Your Majesty… Do not tighten so... Relax… enjoy this early gift..."
"Naevia," she said between strained breaths, "it appears you are no less depraved."
"You instructed me well," I replied, my free hand sliding forward to take her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until her head fell back against my shoulder and her voice rose without restraint.
I withdrew my finger from her arse and guided my cock to her entrance, pressing in with care. A little, then out again, more oil, then deeper. Again and again I worked her open, each measured push drawing sharper breaths from us both.
From where I knelt, I saw her cock pulsing with restless need, her own juices spilling upon the blanket in a shameful pool. The hearth cast a warm glow, our shadows stretching along the walls, bearing witness to every movement. I swept her hair aside and pressed slow kisses along her shoulder.
At last, I seated myself fully within her and she shuddered, a broken sound leaving her lips.
"Do you see," I murmured, my hands settling upon her firm abdomen. "You can take it. You crave it."
I began to move. Heat surged through me, my own desire rising without restraint. I felt the wetness between my thighs, my sex throbbing with want as I drove into her.
"Slower," she pleaded.
No.
"Let me fuck you," she begged between strained breaths. "Or at least… touch this prick. This is bloody unbearable."
I held her hips and increased my pace. Her cock bounced with each thrust, her breasts swaying with the force of it. I pressed my body to her back, my gaze falling upon her cock once more. Its pale skin revealed every tense vein.
"You are near," I whispered, spreading her and driving deeper into her.
She gasped. "Please… touch me."
I continued to thrust, harder, faster, though my strength waned. Still, I would not stop. I would make her cry. There was jealousy within me, yes… a bitter thing. Yet it did not dull the truth, for she also wanted this.
I withdrew, then guided her down upon the bed, her legs opening beneath my hands. Her cock stood hard and strained, on the very brink of busting, tears glistening in her eyes. Oh, she looked exquisite.
I pressed back into her arse with care, filling her once more. Her hands seized the sheets, her back arching as a broken cry escaped her lips. She was so near. One touch upon her cock and she would spill at once.
The clock ticked on. Her moans rose, sharper, more desperate, and my breath followed. We went on until her voice broke into soft sobs, her body shaking beneath me, and the sight drove a fierce hunger through me.
"Your Majesty," I murmured, driving my hips faster. Her cock had grown fuller with time, flushed and throbbing, and I reveled in it. I wanted it, yet I wanted to pound into her more.
My hands moved along her thighs, drifting close to her cock, then pulling away. Each near touch made her tremble without end. She bit her bottom lip, her expression torn between strain and pleasure.
I drove into her with greater force. The sounds she gave arouse me so. Each cry struck deeper than the last. There was something ruined in her beauty, something undone and yet all the more captivating for it.
Ah… I ought to have chosen a larger cock.
She suddenly took her cock in hand, stroking it with urgency. Her release came at once, bursting forth in heated waves, some spilling upon my breasts as her arse clenched around my cock within her.
"Unfair," she whimpered once she had emptied herself.
I eased out of her and removed the belt, letting it fall aside before collapsing upon the bed. My strength was spent.
"Naevia," she said, a trace of concern softening her voice as she crawled to me, "why do I feel as though you are very angry with me?"
I turned my back toward her. "I was jealous."
"Of what?"
"Our daughter favors you more."
She let out a chuckle. "I cannot believe you to be so unbearably endearing. If that is your grievance, then we shall have another, and I shall ensure that one adores you above all else."
"Stop it, Yseldra."