Lunar Disposition

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"Oh come on Myra, lighten up, before you turn into a bag of flames." Kendrick laughed as he swallowed, then gagged. "f**k forgot the rime" he spat out the contents of the grapefruit as Myra shook her head and laughed softly. The small stolen moments like this with Kendrick had been what kept her feeling human, let alone sane, as she had been made into Madam's personal slave and errand girl.

Though like all good things, everything would come to an end.. a voice echoed throughout her head as Myra's brows knitted together. "I'm sorry what was that, Ken?" she asked, thinking that maybe the voice came from him. The voice was of a masculine hint, but familiar.. Just unsure as to where it was or who it could be.

"I haven't said anything, Ra" he said as he licked the back of his hand, grimacing, looking at the clock with a bit of impatience. Soon four would arrive, and his mate would hopefully be able to present themselves to him. At least that's what he'd hoped for. After all, if he could find his mate before Robbie, dearest he'd be the next and could at least attempt to fix the damage his father and his stepmother had put to the clan.. "Hey.. An odd idea.." he began, as he began strumming his fingers along the counter for not long, and he'd be able to go off and figure if she or he was anywhere near him.

"Oh?" Myra asked as she gave him his plate, continuing on ignoring the fact that the pots and pans she had been cooking began to float a bit behind her. Kind of going unnoticed by the two as she continued on trying to stay on track so she could hopefully get a little ahead of schedule and have at least a thirty-minute lunch to herself instead of having to eat as she went along on a daily day.

"Well ... if i can't find my ma-" he was abruptly cut off by Becky storming in and slamming her glass down, looking rather pissed off at the young woman in front of her. The room fell silent as the woman's dark brown eyes leered over the two, almost as if accusingly, as she adjusted her dark brown hair over her shoulder. Authority and overall pompous b***h attitude radiated from the woman as if her s**t, just didn't stink. Soon after the time was up, Myra could speak freely about that since she'd be labeled both wolfless and free of her ties. In short, even if she was struck down dead she fully planned on calling Becky out on everything she'd put the River Clans children, and herself over the past few years.

Kendrick looked at Becky, his eyes darkening as a small feral growl emanated from him and put himself a little between Becky and Myra. Ignoring the small eye roll and sigh of annoyance that left the elder woman as she put her hand up dismissively at him. "Excuse me, Orphan, you were told to go upstairs to report to your superior, Kendrick darling, your father has requested your attendance," She began going on through her message with little to no interest in what the two had to say let alone how they may or may not have felt in regard to the news in a whole, also missing the shared look between the two at the mention of Master Jason wanting Kendrick in attendance." So go wash the house-girls gunk from you and get some class. The Council will be here before dawn." The shrill voice filled their ears and killed off any actual argument with the mention of the council because them coming sooner, rather than later, could possibly benefit the two.. Could also screw them more than they had already been over the past few years though.

Though with Becky's comment, Myra quickly bit her tongue and turned the corner out of the kitchen before poking her phone and sending a message to Kendrick, "Oh yes, speaking of gunk, I think, Robbie, is still needing help removing his last roll in the hay." Kendrick looked to Myra trying not to join in let alone let Becky know what was going on let alone said. Instead, gathering his food and heading for his room while the 'lovely' woman picked through the food declaring anything the 'orphan' touched inedible. Before recalling, she had fired the rest of the staff because she was certain her 'loyal' mate was trying to sniff out some other forms of comfort.

Myra tucked away her phone as she let a sigh roll from her lips, running her hand along the railing as she took note of the minor things that had to be done before the council made their debut. Yes.. But on the same note, when does that leave time for you to do much of anything? The voice came again, halting Myra in her tracks as she instantly began looking around her. "Hello?" she called out, looking around, trying to locate the voice as she continued down the corridor turning down the hall, almost missing the exaggerated moans and squeals of delight violating her ears. "f**k me.." she murmured as she tried knocking on the door only to find the door to swing open from the first knock.

The door opened with ease. At that moment Myra wished she hadn't let Kendrick help her oil the door hinges, as she was met to the whitest ass on the planet, moving erratically like a virgin humping a cantallope. Hands interlocked above the tanned woman's head as she moved her hips with a mix of enthusiasm and impatience, her face in full view of, Myra, but her eyes were glued to the ceiling as if wanting to be done and over with the whole thing. Her hands moving from the small embrace they had to trailing down the young mans torso his face buried into her neck as she let out a pornographic moan as he seemed to have dug his teeth into her neck, her tanned leg locking the erratically moving hips of the pale man infront of her. Almost like trying to guide him so she could release herself, not just be there for his own selfish desire, her toes holding her up from the ground as she seemed to not only be guiding him, but be the one actually keeping her body up. Her breasts bouncing up and down with her clothes disheveled and pushed up almost as sweaty and sticky as her thighs as she pleaded, "Damn it just right there, please, I wanna c*m, fill me with your litter, Daddy."

"Bwhahahahaha oh my f*****g gods!" The scene before Myra had short-circuited her brain for a moment and had her frozen to the spot, but hearing someone actually say those words, let alone to Robert?? She lost her s**t, laughing to her heart's content trying to catch her breath as the two scrambled to get themselves together. The woman seemed a bit amused by the reaction, seeing how it didn't seem like she wasn't about to be receiving any satisfaction from the man. Least she could have something to look back on later to laugh about.

Unfortunately, Robert didn't think it as humorous as he angrily pulled his underwear up though, in the process, he forgot about his pants. So he stood there. In his room. Erect.. With his bright ass cotton candy pink boxers.. That read Sugah Daddy.. His flannel covered him as he angrily called out for Myra to stand to attention. "What in all the jells are you doing here?!" he squealed out, not quite seeming to catch exactly what he had just said as the woman walked by Myra leaving the room. He tried to stifle her own laugh, his situation a bit comical. Adjusting her clothes as she left the room, shaking out her dark blonde hair as she went down the corridor. Myra tried everything in her to now keep her composure as she was already in an awkward situation, and.. Well he wasn't exactly as hidden as the bright boxers should have. "Damn it you cunt, why did you come in here! I thought you were out scrubbing the f*****g filth you brought into my manor off the floor boards." he began as she began to keep her eyes up at the ceiling, wondering what was so fascinating about it when the girl was stuck with his… Company.. His voice just miles away as she began to disassociate "..now that you're understanding with what little of a brain the gods pitied you with. You. Will. Clean." he demanded, making a scrubbing motion while his pale hazel eyes filled with malice and overall disdain for her very existence in his presence. Chocolate swirled unkempt locks bouncing with the over exaggeration in his movements, while his caramel skin moved and contorted beneath the softened cotton dress shirt he wore. It clung rather nicely to his frame, giving him a bit of modesty, or at least what he thought was modesty. Seeing how when he decided to give into his lecturing on the poor girl, he forgot to fasten his pants to his body.. So his pride and joy, the literal name he bestowed upon his family jewels, were out for the world to see.. well again from what you could see from his lovely boxers, which she had to keep her eyes away from them in general. Though something she fully planned on sharing with Kendrick later in private. Even if it was poking out slightly with a bit of frustration.. ..." Further-more when the council presents themselves to my father you will make yourself scarce. Like the attic, where all our used-up appliances and useless things end up." He spat as Myra continued to look boredly above his head, her pale green eyes refusing to look any further than his eyes. "All hells look at me when i talk to you!" he demanded as he stomped forward to take her into his hands only to stop when the air in the room seemed to tickle his.. Pride.. Pure and utter embarrassment flashed over him for merely a moment before he deepened his scowl. Though the creaking of the stairs not too far off indicating someone was coming within ear shot, got him to quickly reassemble himself before shoving her out of his room. "This show isn't free, get the cleaning done. Before i lose my patience." Slamming the door behind her, shaking her head as she made her way up into the attic wanting to be able to keep one from running into him, but two be able to laugh her ass off as much as she possibly could before she was stuck being the stoic little housemaid the Madam and her lovely son demanded of her.

So up she went propping the attic door to stay open so she could climb down later, knowing if she didn't she'd be trapped up there until someone came looking for her.. So basically, until the end of the council meeting. Though shaking off that thought and now completely to her own devices without a soul around her, she began losing her s**t laughing, leaving both the hilarity of the situation, the stress of everything, and the overall abuse she had endured from her adopted father and his wife and stepchild. Going from laughing hysterically into a sob fest, something she very much needed as she curled herself into a ball and leaned against the old box of clothes of the late Mistress Jade.

You know if she saw you like this right now she'd tell you to straighten up and find the chords to go with your feelings. That voice came again. She knew for a fact no one was up there with her and the fact this had happened not only once, not twice, but seemed to be addressing the situations she kept finding herself. She couldn't help but jump, bumping her head when she managed to jump the full eight feet up to the ceiling, knocking everything from the little loft onto her. Covering her pale skin in thick chunky dust along with the lovely cobwebs that had decorated the ceiling for gods only knew how long.