Two Swords and the Angel’s Feather - Chapter 36

“It turns up this way when I see you like this. It’s all your fault, Lady Ellen.”

“Then should I do something to solve it?”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Hmm…”

Ellen sounded lost in thought, then looked down at him and suggestively licked her lips. River’s eyes narrowed, and his pupils lit up.

“Hm-mm?”

“Hm-mm.”

As soon as Ellen answered, mimicking his voice, he grinned and let her down on the floor. Once she knelt, he glanced at the corner of the corridor and quickly untied his pants, revealing his raging manhood, outrageous to the public eyes if there were any.

Ellen kissed the tip lovingly, and he held her hair in one hand as he breathed through his teeth.

“Don’t play with me, Ellen. I’m sure it’s going to spill soon.”

“But it’s smooth, hot, and salty here. And your scent, My Lord….ubh.”

River grabbed Ellen’s head and pushed his manhood in, and she gasped. But, quickly adapting to its size, she opened her mouth and began to suck him hard with her whole tongue. He promptly moved his waist with a low groan from his chest and thrust inside of her throat, where he left a masculine taste.

“Since when are you capable of saying such lewd things, huh, Lady Ellen? That’s why I…hngg… Ahh.”

His movements grew faster and faster. Ellen opened her mouth wider, grabbed the lower part of his manhood with her hand, and gently rubbed it. River clenched her hair with a harsh groan.

“Ellen, uuuh…”

River’s hot stuff exploded in her mouth. Ellen swallowed it urgently. Whenever she tasted it, the taste of his hot and strong manhood made her whole body thrilled. Gasping for air, Ellen grabbed the member about to slip out and sucked its tip dearly. River pulled out only after Ellen had licked it completely clean and looked down at her. Ellen looked up at him with eyes clouded by desire.

“Oh, shoot.”

He bent his knees and kissed her furiously. Ellen intertwined her arms around his back as she hit the wall. There was a tingling sensation between her legs. She needed him: his mouth, his hand, and his manhood.

Breathing out violently, River took his lips off and looked at her. Far from settling down, his stormy eyes seemed to shake more than before.

“Later. As soon as you are done, come to my room, take off all your clothes, lie on my bed and wait for me with your legs open. I must suck your sweet juice to the last drop. I’ll get my full share of yours as much as you had mine. Do you understand?”

Ellen nodded. Her face was burning, and her head was spinning. The inside of the lower part of her body was bubbling and boiling hot, and her womanhood was slippery as evidence. Right now, here in the palace, in this corridor, she wanted him to take her.

“Now you and I have to work. Damn it.”

River grabbed Ellen’s waist, lifted her up, and straightened his own clothes. His penis was a little more subdued than it was before, but it was still half-erected. River looked down at his body and laughed with a slight grimace.

“It’s your fault, Lady Ellen, if I make a fool of myself in front of the soldiers.”

Ellen’s face turned red again. River giggled lowly, gave her a peck on the lips, and then backed away.

“Now, hurry to the kitchen. If the princes get mad for not getting their food, Their Majesties will be mad at us too.”

The royal princes… baby food! Ellen’s face repeatedly turned white to red as she realized she had totally forgotten about her essential mission. She repeatedly turned red. River shook his head, kissed her lips again, and then backed away.

“Come on, go. See you later, in my room. You must wait as I tell you to do.”

Ellen nodded and hurried around the corner of the corridor. A man, both a soldier of the Duke of Madison and River’s subordinate, was standing still staring into the air. It did not seem he had heard or seen anything. Ellen blushed and hurried off.

***

“How on earth does Your Majesty do that?”

Due to his sudden question, Ced raised his eyebrows and stared at his old friend.

“What are you talking about? It seems unrelated to the Kingdom Foundation Day’s ceremony.”

“Your married life.”

Ced shrugged off the documents about the process of said ceremony and grinned as he leaned on the chair.