CHAPTER 562: DID WE DO IT WRONG? ***

Fae-land ....

"Should we have begged him? .... I mean, like the humans do?"

If this question had been asked some time back, it would have been met with scorn, but at this time, it looked like all were considering it.

Though no names were mentioned, all knew to whom this reference was made.

The chamber was heavy with the scent of old wood and crushed flowers; the air stirred only by the restless fluttering of translucent wings. Some of the Fae elders hovered a few inches above the ground, unable to keep still, while others slumped in their carved seats, shoulders bowed... defeated by no means.

Before them, the throne sat vacant... an unyielding reminder of their failure. Well, that couldn’t really be called a failure when they had never even tried. The question was, would they have accepted the throne themselves if they had been in Ian’s shoes? They knew the answer but still refused to take it from the other person, whose only thoughts were about his wife.

A collective sigh rose and fell like the wind through dying leaves. Faces drawn and pale, they avoided each other’s eyes, for they were all guilty. None of them had never stepped up to help that strange human known as Shelby. This made the weight of the moment settle on them all the same.

Their hope had withered before it could ever bloom. There was no clear path forward, not without knowing how to mend the rift. And they did know the rift’s source, though none dared say it aloud for long: how does one apologize to a man for nearly .... and intentionally .... trying to kill the woman he loved? One that he had supposedly bonded with? They should even be celebrating that he had not turned the place around and killed them all.

That bystander act alone had been folly enough, but it was not the only thing dividing them.

One elder, wings folded tight, muttered, "Ian will return. He must. The bloodline is too strong to deny the call. He is Roman’s only descendant and the last of the pure-blooded royals. Syla’s line is tainted, and the children with his concubines are all weaklings!"

Another scoffed from his place on the floor, "Foolish hope. He is gone. Better we prepare for a future without him than cling to a shadow."

And then, from the far corner, a third voice, thin, but bright with conviction, "If the throne remains empty, it will be the doom of all of us. Just let the half-human take it!"

"If it were as simple as that, we would have a new king! He has passed all the trials in his own unique way, but ...."

Silence fell like a blade. Even the wings ceased their flutter. He did not need to complete the ’but’ for they all knew.

Brian, the bookkeeper, remained quiet in the lot, just listening and feigning ignorance. Sometimes, you just have to let people suffer through things for them to understand and heed. Those were his thoughts and stayed out of everything, but enjoyed them squirming, for Brian had warned... well in advance!

"Maybe we need to visit the human world to show our sincerity."

One of the oldest among them lifted her head slowly, eyes narrowing. "That," she said, "is the purest nonsense I have heard in five centuries."

The words hung in the air regardless, like a spark in a room full of dry kindling. And still, the throne sat empty, despite their back and forth.

At that time, though, a silent decision had been made on the next step, which surprised some of them, but the determination was already in place.

***

Thornston Estate...

Brad’s room was overly warm, heavy with a pleasant mix of their scents, mixed with sweat and now some bodily fluids as well. Gold light flickered over carved walls, glinting off the jewels still pinned in her hair. Alicia stood just inside the bathroom door, her breath uneven, the faintest smile pulling at her lips as he stepped toward her, butt naked.

She wanted to raise her brows in askance, like, ’again?’

They had just completed an explosive round of lovemaking that was making her legs still tremble.... And she was just returning from refreshing up in the bathroom. Brad was a bull in bed, and she had even surprised herself at her responses.

He took her hand first ... not with ceremony, but with a tenderness that felt private, claimed. His thumb brushed over her knuckles before he lifted her fingers to his mouth, kissing them one by one. Her pulse stumbled.

When he kissed her fully again, it was almost careful at first, as though testing the edges of something fragile. But the moment she leaned in, the restraint frayed, and his hands curved to her bare waist through the open bathrobe. The heat between them deepened, unhurried yet unstoppable.

Her wedding dress had been dumped unceremoniously in a luminous heap beside his discarded tuxedo jacket, the symbols of their day abandoned as if they were nothing, as if the only thing of worth now was the nearness of skin to skin.

He bent to kiss her again, slower, deeper, until the world outside the room ceased to exist. The air was thick with the sound of their breathing, the faint rustle of fabric from her robe, the warmth of his body pressing hers closer still.

Brad pressed her against the doorway, his hands running thoroughly over her large breasts. He seemed to love those two heavy goodies because he had been playing with them all morning. He squeezed each one, feeling them over and under them while she moaned.

Brad’s hands impatiently removed the robe, dropping it into a heap by their feet, and he finally left her lips,

"B-rad Nhg?"

"Yes, dear?"

His hands slipped to her as cheeks, squeezing and running his hands underneath the sumptuous volume. His cock was already hard again and pushing against her.

"We- we- j-ust finished one- w-"

"Mmmm ... yh, I know, but I am craving my wife, and she will be my breakfast as well."

That said, Brad spread her legs on either side of his to give him the access he so longed. Her rose-coloured nipples were inviting, as was the same-coloured pussy that was already very wet, visually even without him touching. Brad gave each a quick kiss and then turned Alicia around. He angled her butt towards him as she stabilized herself with the door.

Brad went on his knees, dropping soft kisses on her butt, then spread her legs, bent and cupped his lips on the juicy pussy again,

"Oh no! Annnnngggggg! Brad!"

He alternated running his thumb over her wet pussy and licking her, before sliding two fingers inside. Her knees buckled as she struggled to stay up, while holding one hand on her lips to muffle her cries. Brad was relentless, pushing against her walls as if trying to make her cry out, and he succeeded,

"AAAAANNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!" He removed his fingers and sucked so hard on her clit that Alicia almost blacked out, seeing stars.

She writhed under his ministrations, and she started heaving her butt, wiggling as if she didn’t want it and also wanted more at the same time.

Her orgasms build up rapidly, unlike their first time, and she started shaking all over him. Brad held her still by her hips, but never once did his lips come off.

Suddenly, Brad licked her one more time, got up swiftly and then thrust into her from the back in one swift, hard stroke.

Alicia froze, a silent scream locked in her throat, with her eyes wide open, back arched. Still holding onto her hips for leverage, her slick, wet innards, welcoming him a second that morning, Brad started to pound, harder and harder with each stroke.

"Oh fuck!"

"Curse for me, my governess! I love it when you curse!"

Brad said amidst his own grunts and moans.

He leaned against her back, slicking his hands to the dangling large peaks at her front, then pulled and twisted the taut nipples for an added effect. Just then, he felt her pussy tightening against his cock, and Brad moved, even faster as she started gushing against him, letting out a final scream! He followed not long after, shooting his load into her with wild jerks.

They were both panting. Alicia is holding onto the door against the wall, with Brad, leaning against her back, but his cock was still buried deep within her.

"That was amazing, but I’m tired,"

"Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything during the next...."

"W-what?"

Before she could comprehend what that meant, they were on the bed, with her seated on Brad, straddling him and her hands on her chest. Brad angled his hip, held onto her waist and started moving her up and down, riding his still very hard cock.

He had refused to let Alicia return the favour of going down on him, but he had spared no expense on her. Alicia did not have time to think. How could she? Brad had no qualms about stopping and saying that he ate her inside out that day was an understatement.

By the time the sun was going down, all that remained in sight were the remnants of celebration scattered carelessly across the floor .... and the two of them, lost in a moment that belonged to no one else.

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