Two Swords and the Angel’s Feather - Chapter 20

Ellen looked at him, then she came to her senses when River’s hand grabbed her chin to turn her head. His blue sky-like eyes looked down at her and smiled.

“You were alone with a man other than me, so I’ll have to scold you.”

“What? But he’s the Duke…”

As Ellen looked at him with a puzzled look, River shook his head slowly.

“A man’s desire can’t be stopped by something like a title, Ellen.”

“But my face and my body…”

He sighed heavily with his arms around her waist.

“I thought I already proved it to you. Having a little scar like that has nothing to do with your charm. No, it’s rather great. It keeps the idiots away. But my brother’s not an idiot.”

“The Duke told me your story, my Lord.”

“Ah.”

River made a sound she could not make sense of, then turned toward the right door without letting go of Ellen’s waist, and pushed her slowly.

“Let’s talk in the room.”

She could feel his hard lower body touching under her dress. Ellen’s face turned red.

“But, I…”

“Clothes off, that is.”

He bit her ear and whispered.

“Oh, yes, deeper. Open your mouth a little more and take it farther inside. Yeah, like that.”

River’s hands twined around her hair and pulled it, and her scalp prickled. It didn’t hurt. No, it wasn’t really painful. It was that kind of exhilarating sensation, similar to the prickling of the skin.

His large body filled her mouth and left a deep taste down to her throat. Ellen’s body tightened and her legs soaked on their own accord with the masculine taste of the clear liquid. Of course it may be because she is sitting naked and kneeling in front of him, who solely has his manhood out.

“A little deeper, a little more.”

River’s voice became lower and sounded almost like the Duke of Madison. Ellen’s body flinched at the thought and her chest swelled heavier. Suddenly, the Duke flashed before her eyes. His eyes that she thought were like a frozen lake, but under the ice, the hidden swirling of the water.

“Hmmm, Heup….”

A groan broke out of Ellen’s throat. His waist moved back and forth, thrusting deeper, and his manhood seemed to grow bigger in her mouth. His hand that held on to her hair is strained.

“Relax your throat and swallow it all. Do you understand?”

Ellen managed to nod her head. His grip got even stronger, and the next moment hot liquid poured into her throat. She swallowed the fruit of his fervor reflexively. His taste was imprinted, like burning her throat, and permeated to the inside of her body.

River finally pulled himself out, but his manhood was still big and loaded. Seeing the liquid that stretched like a silver thread, Ellen stuck her tongue out and licked the tip till it was clean. He cupped his hand on her cheek and gently caressed her.

“You look like a lovely puppy, Ellen. You want more?”

“Hmm…”

She looked up at him with blank eyes, with a low moan. His liquid seemed to heat up her whole body in her stomach.

“No, no. First of all, we need to check if you held in everything that I put in. What did I say I would do if you dropped it?”

He lifted his still booted foot up to between her legs, and slowly rubbed her sensitive spot. Ellen blushed as she saw the liquid she had spilled trickled over his boot and left a trace. And as the top of his foot gently pressed that part, she took a breath and answered.

“You said you would call the Duke… and show him how wet I am.”

“You want to do that? Do you want me to show it to my brother? Do you want him to see you so moist and wet? Maybe you want your upper and lower mouths both full. How about that? Have you ever thought about it?”

As Ellen looked at him with a confused expression, River stroked her cheek with his thumb and grinned.

“Have you ever thought of being loved by two men all at once?”

“Uh, you mean…like Her Majesty?”

River nodded. Ellen’s face turned redder. She tried to look away, but he bent over and lifted her chin up with his fingers.

“Ellen? Answer me honestly.”