Chapter Fifty-Five: Boundaries III
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Aleu Diox Luciano.
No way, there was no way in hell another would embrace her, not when he could not! Not when….just no, no. He would not accept it! A reason or excuse could come later, but for now, no!
“No,” she said, as though reading his mind only clearly, her denial was pointed towards something different.
“No, as in, to the condition I have presented?” he asked.
“Yes, we…” she sighed, “I will not turn into a horny babysitter.”
“A what?”
“ Firstly, you want me to watch Fuscia; then I did say that I would watch over your harem and then now…you wish me not to sate my desires in bed?”
“I volunteer to sate your needs in bed,” Aleu said matter of factly, stunning both of them into silence.
“What?”
“I- I said that I would sate your needs in bed.”
“Aleu…” she began, “I am not a charity case that you feel the need to ‘volunteer’-,”
“I did not mean it in that way.”
“In whichever way you meant it, the conversation has gotten a little messy, so why do we not postpone this till after our marriage signing tomorrow.”
“But if I do that-,”
“I will not be complying with that term anyway, so I am hoping that you will come up with something more reasonable in the meantime.”
“Why, why, what is wrong with-,”
“Do you mean to tell me that you see nothing wrong with asking me not to have s*x with another partner while you will be doing the same? Aleu, this is a contract. The terms have to be within reason!”
“What if you get an heir-,”
“That is not a real reason!”
“But it is one!”
“Then include in your contract that only your child can ascend the throne, don’t tell me that I cannot sleep with another!”
“BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO SLEEP WITH SOMEONE ELSE!?”
“You…you do not want me to?” she asked, “That is your reason, you do not want me to??”
“Yes! I do not want to see another man touch you!”
“WHY?”
“BECAUSE I WANT TO TOUCH YOU! I WANT TO PIN YOU AGAINST THE DOOR. I WANT TO BE THE ONE TO REMOVE THAT RIDICULOUSLY FULLY COVERED DRESS OFF YOUR BODY, AND THEN I WANT TO RUN MY HANDS ALL OVER YOU, I WANT TO CUP YOUR-,”
“Stop!” She commanded, “I did not intend to get emotional over such a small issue.”
“A small issue?”
“Aleu, what you are describing, those feelings come much much much later. We just met!”
“Can you honestly tell me that you feel that this is our first time meeting?” he asked, his voice a whisper because the words would not come through; however, he was desperate, desperate to have his feelings validated.
“That doesn’t matter! It does not matter whether you feel that way. I have less than three years to live, so…” she sighed, “Let us discuss this later.”
“Our time is up, so while you tell your sister the verdict, I shall go meet the second person that I was to meet with today.”
“So just like that? We end the meeting when you say we do?”
“As the Emperor, you will have more say in the matter, so…let us discuss this at least when you resemble an equal.”
Hah, but she was tactless.
Was this her way of saying that unless he was nobility-
The thought couldn’t even complete itself, possibly because he needed it not to be accurate. The Empress needed to remain in the image he erected of her. If that were to be sullied, then so would his emotions. He doubted that they would cease, as voracious as they were. However, they may turn corrupt in the same manner as the man in his dreams, Oberon,…wishing to lock the love of his life up simply because she kept eluding him…
He could do that..he thought. However, moments later, a pang of guilt filled his chest. What the hell was he doing?
He wondered as possibly the only sane person in the room stood and left him alone to deal with the rejection she had just presented.
Azalea Oleander Cursix
His eyes, his eyes turned a darker shade of gold that neared dijon as he described-
-No, this isn’t the time.-
“Ah, Mathews? How was the tour?” I asked as I halted suddenly.
The butler and I had rounded the corner almost simultaneously, but luckily none was hurt as we both froze in our tracks.
“My apologies, your highness. I shall make sure to watch my path constantly.”
“Quite alright, I am at fault as well. My mind was elsewhere, so…about the tour.” I said as I gestured for him to walk with me.
“Pleasant, halfway through the Madam expressed the need to leave, perhaps due to something that was said by her requested partner.”
“Oh? So she has left?”
“I have just escorted her to the carriage. She is awaiting her brother, although oddly enough, it seems that they came in two separate carriages?”
-Seriously?-
“I see,” I responded, “what time is my meeting with the baron?”
“In thirty minutes, however, I have been informed that he arrived early while I was in the fields.”
“Alright, entertain him for the thirty minutes.” I instructed, “When the time is up, inform me, I shall be in my chambers.”
“Understood.”
I do not understand how I dashed through the stairs, but finally, I arrived in the comforts of my room.
- BECAUSE I WANT TO TOUCH YOU!-
The deep voice played in my mind once more, taunting and teasing my body, forcing a sweet premature shudder to escape from my lips. I lifted my bulky skirts. The dress needed a helping hand to take off, and I was unsure if I could manage to wait for even a second longer.
-I WANT TO PIN YOU AGAINST THE DOOR.-
I pressed my back to the cool door, then placed my leg on the ottoman. My cold hands slid inside my moist panties, and there I found my warm and wet centre.
-I WANT TO RUN MY HANDS ALL OVER YOU-
I bit my lip to contain a cry as my fingers pressed harder against the sensitive bud that has begged my attention since Aleu’s arrival, no…since our meeting at the theatre. Slowly, I began to caress the bud in teasing circles until my body grew accustomed to the rapturously delightful sensation coursing through my being.
My breathing hitched, and my mind flowed back to Aleu’s darkened gaze, his pink lips. His muscular body restricting me to the door. Then he would get on his knees. I shuddered. His warm tongue would find its haven against my c******s.
My fingers held no candle to the largeness of his. Still, they were all I had access to. My wetness was enough to handle penetration, so I slid two fingers inside me, only for a sharp pain to bring my focus back to reality.
“Huh?” I frowned. “No…no…NO!”
My need quickly morphed to shock as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Why the hell is Azalea a virgin!?”
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A Few Hours later.
Cleanna Fiosal Alistan
Beauclair, MayFlower Amphitheatre
“It is with great dismay that I inform you that I will not….” Cleanna skimmed the contents of the letter handed to her by the two ladies standing before her.
The evening was beautiful, with a flurry of lights surrounding the entire carriage parking space, all leading up to the grand entrance of the theatre.
“So the Empress will not be able to make an appearance?” Aliviai asked as she straightened her dress.
“It appears so. What a shame.” Cleanna said, folding the letter to tuck it away in the comforts of her bag.
“Do you think it has anything to do with the mentioning of your state as you wrote the letter?”
“Of course not, I mean..at least I hope not. Gods, could it?” she asked Aliviai as she turned to the maids.
“I suppose you could have always written it sober.”
“Then I would have come off as a bit too stiff. She is like an idol to me at this point.” She said, “when I grow up, I will become her, that I can promise you,”
“I suppose you do have room for growth, seeing as she did not write a reply drunk, or if she did, her imperial majesty did not profess it.”
“Shhh! Enough on that matter,” Cleanna insisted, then addressed the women before her. “Could you please introduce yourselves again?”
“I- my name is Katelyn Seale, and this is my companion Hilda Frier. We are both head maids in the imperial palace.”
“Ah, so you work with her imperial majesty?”
“Yes, yes we do.”
“Then she must have dressed you herself. I know that dress, rather, the peach version of it.” She pointed to Katelyn’s gown, “it costs thousands of Kerris.”
“i- it does?” Katelyn asked.
Cleanna laughed at the innocent reaction from the maid.
“Why don’t we head inside? The show is about to start.”
“To the fashion show?”
“Yes, is that not why you are dressed like that, all you need to put on is your masks, and we are good to go!” She cheered, “Or did you not wish to join us? Have you perhaps been given orders to arrive back early?”
“Nothing of the sort.” Hilda said, “We are delighted to join you. Thank you for the offer, My ladies.”
“Oh, none of that, we are all here undercover, so only for tonight, I shall permit you to call me Clea and she, Ali?”
“Ali? Is that my nickname?” Aliviai asked.
“Yes, stand by it.” Cleanna said, then turned back to the maids, “Is that all right?”
“Yes.” both the maids agreed simultaneously.
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