Warning, mature content

Chapter 26

Spain, 1702

"Ah...Ah...Oh! Oh Lucien!"

Lucien smiled while twirling his tongue between Fay's legs. Of course, he had tasted her there many times before, but this new tongue trick he had learned was working like a charm. Her reaction was wonderful. She was moaning, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. It was beautiful. He had thought that he already knew all the possible ways to give her pleasure, but it seemed that he had been mistaken.

There were still hidden treasures left in her body for him to discover. He sent a silent thank you to Carmelita and Marisa, the two courtesans who had taught him this technique. He had been more than eager to try it with Fay. She was the only woman he wanted to hear moaning his name. The only woman he loved. Sometimes when she wasn't with him, he occasionally eased his loneliness with someone like Carmelita and Marisa, but no other woman meant anything to him.

"Lucien," she panted. "I can't...Oh!"

She was trembling and weeping with pleasure.

"Almost there, darling," he hummed. "Let me guide you home."

He moved his tongue faster, sinking two fingers in her tight wetness. Her inner walls clenched tightly against his fingers; she was about to reach her peak. He never got tired of this part, feeling her giving herself to him completely. Trusting him with her body. She cried out as he finally pushed her over the edge and gently sucked her nub in order to maximize her pleasure.

She was still shaking when he lifted his head and looked down at her. Such a beautifully messy state she was in, still recovering from her climax. She had arrived just couple of hours ago and she had been taking a bath, but he had been too impatient to wait. He had simply scooped her up from the bathtub and laid her down on the bed. The possessive part of him had wanted to make sure that she would forget Tristan right away.

"Are you cold?" he asked, pulling a blanket over her.

She held out her hand and pulled him beside her.

"You look beautiful," he hummed, gently running his fingers over her cheek. "Forgive me for being so impatient. I have missed you so much. Did you enjoy that?"

She nodded.

"I saw the stars."

"Really? Well, I am glad to hear that," he replied, trying not to sound too smug. He didn't really succeed though; he was too pleased with himself. All those wonderful sounds she had made were meant for him. He had given her all that pleasure. Claimed her as his.

"How was your journey, sweetheart?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"I was tired," she replied. "Bruno and I slept a lot."

Ah yes, Bruno, the newest hairball. Lucien had gotten used to them over the centuries though and he had even learned to like some of them. Dogs, cats, even a damn bunny. Well, what ever made Fay happy was fine by him.

"Are you still tired?" he asked, twirling her hair around his finger.

"I don't know," she replied quietly. "Sometimes I just want to sleep."

Lucien was well aware of that; Tristan had informed him about Fay's fatigue. This had happened before and they both knew that she would eventually feel better.

"Would you like to go to sleep?"

She shook her head.

"I want to go outside."

"Of course, do you want to go to the village?"

"Maybe." She paused and touched his cheek. "You look beautiful too."

"Thank you," he replied smiling. "Are you still mine?"

"Always."

He touched her hair and kissed her forehead before getting up.

"I need to take care of few things before we go, I'll send a maid to assist you. Is that alright?"

She nodded.

"My king needs to take care of his kingdom."

"Thank you, my queen," he chuckled and bowed. "I will be right back."

1 hour later

Fay walked in Lucien's beautiful garden and enjoyed the sunset. She had seen countless of sunsets and sunrises, but she never got tired of them. All those beautiful colors made her smile. Bruno was walking beside her, eagerly wagging his tail. Soon Lucien would come and they would take a walk together. She felt happy thinking about it. She wanted to be happy and smile for him. Show him how much he meant to her. Share her thoughts with him.

She knew that her mind didn't always work the way it was supposed to, but she really was trying. For Lucien and Tristan. They had never mocked her thoughts, no matter how messy her mind was. They always treated her with care and patience. She loved them both with all her heart. It didn't feel wrong, just natural.

She hummed quietly while heading towards the road that led to the village. She wasn't sure yet did she want to go there. Grapes. She could pick few grapes for Lucien. Maybe he would like to play a game later. She could be the naughty girl who was trying to steal his grapes and he could be the landowner who would have to catch her and punish her. She was sure that he would like that. Hopefully he would be here soon.

She picked few grapes and walked slowly towards the road. The sun had just set and the stars would appear soon. She smiled as she heard a rider approaching her. Lucien. Quickly she turned around and saw that the rider wasn't Lucien. It was some man who was probably on his way to the village. Fay didn't pay much attention to him until he stopped his horse and dismounted.

"Fay?"

She froze and dropped the grapes.

"Fay? Is that you?"

No...

"Hey..."

She ran.

"Hey! Wait!"

She screamed as he grabbed her from behind.

"Hey, hey, stop! It's me, Kol! Can't you remember me?"