"Apparently that's being taken care of... so I've heard.", Jules said as he took a deep breath. "Now that I think about it... I think I know for sure who's coming to for them.".
Leila smiled, "Evangeline? She was the one who warned me through Ray, I just know it... I think Ray would've held his tongue had it not been for her.".
Jules smiled in relief, "Well, I would never thank her enough then...She saved my daughter, healed you...", and Leila softly smiled, "Our daughter...Of course, we'd have to ask her in the morning, but...I'm glad that I have three daughters by marriage, relationship, and such; Juliet, Perla, and now Ella...", before looking at him, "I know I love my grandson, but...I've missed having a son...I love Juliet so much, do not get me wrong, but I...I miss having a life grow inside me...".
A loving kiss on her lips, Jules whispered, "That night, or any other night afterwards, in any chance we get, I'd love to have a child with you, and if it's a boy, I'd be happy for you, and if it's a girl, well, good thing that I had practice with Ella...", with a little chuckle.
Leila giggled warmly, "True...I love you, Jules...", and Jules smiled, "I love you too, Leila.", stroking her face as she sighed contentedly, and leaned closer to his chest, and closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat, and Jules wrapped his arm around her, kissing her on the forehead before closing his eyes, and so, they fell asleep, content and tired after such a long and crazy night.
The candles dwindled down to darkness as the couple slumbered on, with Leila protected and snuggled in the blankets as she slept on Jules's chest as he rested above the blankets, and surprising, it wasn't cold in the room as he was comfortable.
In the morning, the castle doctor wasn't too surprised by the compromise of the bedding agreement between the couple, and wasn't mad as they obeyed his rules, and after seeing that Mrs. Russo was awake and back to good health, he allowed them to head out into the castle, wanting to make sure that everything's alright for her to walk around with reports from the guards.
Ella was more than happy to call Leila her new mother, calling her Momma, and the family was more than overjoyed to see Leila up and about. They had breakfast and lunch in the castle, with Carlo and Ella playing games with the young prince. And so, a few hours later after lunch, the castle doctor was satisfied with the upkeeping of Mrs. Russo as she was miraculously bright of good health, and so, sent the family home.
Ray and Naveen happily reunited with the family, with the will destroyed, and the proclamation of their freedom, and went to work with the staff in the chateau, with more rights and looser timeline of chores for the time being as they decided to go with the family wherever they plan to go, wanting to repay Leila for their freedom.
Perla and the others happily lived in the cottage, giving the newlyweds their brief family time with Ella for the next few days, and then she and Naveen went to have a sleepover at the cottage, signaling that they were going to consummate their marriage. With the staff given the night off, the chateau was their own for the night, with only Ray downstairs, glad to protect the chateau, and if he happens to serve the newlyweds, he doesn't mind.
Of course, with him alone, it would also allow a special guest to come, even while the newlyweds were having the evening to themselves.
"You all full?", Jules asked Leila as they were winding down at dinner; with Ray sitting at the table with them though he obviously was having some difficulty in terms of eating manners since he had never eaten at a table before in all 29 years of his life.
"Very much so... always quite a surprise with these good meals of late.", Leila chuckled. Ray replied, "I'm relieved to hear that. Enslaved or free, my cooking skills are sure to be perfect...thanks to pressure and my mother...Mama Odie was strict, but she loved food.".
Leila and Jules smiled warmly, and Jules said, "She must have been a great woman.", and Ray smiled bittersweetly, "She was.".
"Is she... is she still alive?", Jules asked as Ray sighed. "I'm not sure... I think she might be, but I don't know where to find her. I was sold away when I was eleven; sent to a different plantation in Louisiana for a time before I ended up with Tremaine's husband. If my mother is still alive, she may have been sold elsewhere herself. She was a bit up in age when she had me; about forty-two, a surprise for the master.", he explained.
Leila widened her eyes, "Wow. She must have seen a lot.", and Ray gave a chuckle, "She was the best storyteller ever in the community. I always try my best to tell those stories to Naveen before bed, but I hope she's not mad if I forget a few details...it's been a long time.", with a sigh.
Jules was about to say something when he noticed the Evening Star glimmering, and he then realized that Ray would have a friend to keep him company, and he then smiled, "I think she'd have appreciate the fact that you still tried to keep on her legacy...After all, we all have people we're living for...Speaking of which...Leila, care to join me?", with a subtle gesture for her to notice the Evening Star.
She nodded. Since Ray admitted that he summoned his courage to defy Tremaine thanks to Evangeline, he too was brought in on things regarding Leila's family prior to coming to France. He certainly was surprised but his encounter with Evangeline made things much easier to handle. They also explained to him about Evangeline's compass that would allow a room to be silenced so he was informed ahead of time that once they retired for the night, there probably wouldn't be any sound from them.
"Don't stay up too late, Ray, we will make sure not to need you for anything.", Jules explained as Ray nodded. "Thank you, Ma-", he quickly corrected himself since he was so used to addressing white folks as his superiors. "Jules.", he said as Jules smiled.
Jules warmly took Leila's hand, and they headed upstairs to their bedroom, with Leila noticing Jules' look, "You alright, my love?". Jules nodded, "Yes, I am...I am just nervous...I want this to go perfect for you, Leila...".
Leila smiled shyly, "That's so sweet of you, Jules...But you don't have to make it so perfect as long as I have you...", kissing him on the lips tenderly yet passionately, telling him without words that she's ready to see him in all his birthday suit, and breathed warmly into his ear, "Show me that you have your French romantic passion...", referring to the other night they kissed for the first time and all that followed.
Jules chuckled. "Well, at least things should go fine then with both of us having the experience of doing this before.", he replied warmly.
Leila smiled before Jules whispered, "All those sneaky times in the secret alcoves in our courting days...You can't believe the control I struggled to have when we edged so dangerously to being scandalous in public...", as his hands wrapped around her waist, stroking her back, searching for the laces in the dress while he leaned in to kiss her neck sensually.
Leila moaned softly in pleasure, closing her eyes in bliss, whispering, "Jules...", her hands searching behind to open the doorknob latch, and they swayed their way in as Jules closed the door with his boot, speaking softly, "You smell so divinely, my wife...", as he found the laces, loosening them up while he kept kissing her neck.
"Oh, god...you're making me blush.", Leila blushed as she moaned continuously in pleasure, her hands now roaming over his jacket, blindly freeing his bowtie and buttons.
"That's a good sign that I'm doing things right then...", Jules smiled as he gave her another kiss while both of them slowly kept stripping each other of their clothes.
In pauses of letting the arm and leg articles off, the couple was tenderly yet passionately running their hands through each other's hair and skin, and before they knew it, they reached the state of now wearing unmentionable articles...
Leila exhaled in anticipation as she swept her eyes over Jules's body, blushing at the same time as Jules did the same thing, and she whispered, "You really had practice in horse-riding and rapier sword dueling...You're incredibly fit...".
Jules smiled lovingly, "Years and years, my love...And of course, genes as well. Mother used to say that I took after Father well. But I should say that you're even more stunning now than the moment you walked down in that beautiful green gown...Do you want to stop?", speaking softly with a patient look.
Loving her husband even more for his kind heart, Leila took a deep breath, saying nothing as she slowly went to remove her brassiere, and her lacy panties, as they fell off from her body, pooling around her feet.
She then smiled and shook her head, "No... this is our special night... I want us to go all the way.". Jules nodded as he took a deep breath and slowly started to move to do the same with what remained on him.
Leila exhaled in awe as she watched him, and looked into his eyes, "It's perfect...Do you trust me?", and Jules smiled, looking at her lovingly, "More than anything, Leila...And you're perfect too...".
She blushed with a warm smile, "I understand if you don't want this, just say no, if you need to...This is an Italian thing.", and Jules nodded, confused a bit, but curious to see what she wanted to do.
Leila guided Jules to the edge of the bed, but they didn't sit yet, and Leila went down, not to stroke him, but to nuzzle and breathe on him with a teasing squeeze of the tip.
"Leila...", Jules moaned as she was already quickly warming him up. "Another Italian thing... sometimes we like to play around a bit with our lovers before getting into the mood...", Leila chuckled.
Jules never imagined that he'd be pleasured like this... Before, with Amelie years ago, he was never given much pleasure as he was more focused on getting Amelie ready...But now, he is all too happy to give Leila the reins as he realized that he wants her having good memories, no more experiencing the bad memories of the past with that bastard who nearly destroyed her spirit.
Leila replied, "Are you okay with this, my love?", as she slowly yet hesitantly kept going, knowing that he's more traditional.
Jules nodded. "I have no problem as long as you don't have one.", he told her as she smiled and kept going, "That's good... because I want you to feel good about all this...".
Jules moaned in pleasure, "Yes, I'm all yours, my love. Go all Italian on me...", and Leila raised an eyebrow at him, smirking, "You want more?".
"Leila, please!", Jules asked eagerly, wanting to see his incredible wife's spirit shining in her eyes, free of her past, to see her smile like this, and Leila then replied, "Then lay back, my love. I don't want you to fall on your legs.", with a teasing grin.
Jules responded by leaning back as Leila leaned forward herself to give him a kiss on his penis, causing him to moan with pleasure as she chuckled with just how fast he was already falling apart to her pleasurable siege.
Leila slowly went to kiss his rod from bottom to the tip as her hand stroked the underside, with Jules loudly moaning in pleasure, "Oh, don't stop!", already coming up into full mast, and his wife smiled brightly as she kept going for several more minutes.
Jules pleaded, "Leila, please, I'm getting so close to coming!", and Leila grinned before taking his penis into her mouth, licking and grinding her teeth against the skin as Jules cried out in surprise and pleasure, looking up to watch her in shock, and he became even more tighter, seeing her on her arms and knees as she sat between his knees, her hands stroking his thighs, looking so gorgeous with her breasts jiggling so plump.
Never, ever had he dreamed of this before, yet Jules realized that he was in the long haul with his amazing, wonderful, and all Italian wife, and he can't wait to experience it all, and this was just the start of his new life. "I love you, Leila!", he cried out as he couldn't hold it back any longer, thanks to inexperience for quite a couple of years or so.
Leila certainly was surprised by the release he had given her as she pulled back and let him continue to blow as she chuckled. "I love you too, Jules.", she told him.
Jules panted, blushing, "I'm making you messy...", as his seed covered Leila's front, and she smiled wryly, "All the more reason for you to make me feel good.", with an excitement she thought she forgot so long ago.
"Do you mind if I make you feel good the French way?", Jules whispered, and Leila smiled as he finished blowing, and then moved around to rest on her back, resting her head on the pillows, "No... I'm all yours...Go all French on me.", echoing a slightly different way of Jules's comment earlier.
Jules smiled as he started to gently caress her body with his hands and giving small kisses against her skin. Leila gave out pleasurable moans just from the sheer touch of it all.
Leila closed her eyes in bliss, moaning in pleasure as Jules gently kept kissing, licking a little to clean up the mess he made on her, yet the taste of her skin and his seed altogether is more incredible than he ever imagined, and he whispered softly, "Can I taste you?".
"Yes, please, Jules...", Leila fluttered her eyes at him, and her pleasurable moans increased as he then took longer licks among his gentle yet sensual kisses, his hands gently caressing her sides and back.
He cleaned up her neck, clavicle, shoulders, and belly before staring in awe at her seed-covered breasts, whispering, "You're so beautiful, my love.", leaning in to lick the skin of her first breast, and she gasped in pleasure, "Oh, yes...Don't stop...".
He had no plans to stop there, as he continued to lick before his lips reached her nipples and he began to press against them, licking and sucking at them causing her to shiver with pleasure. His hand was slowly caressing her belly, tracing along the smooth curves of her still youthful body as it was slowly going lower on her.
Leila moaned and shivered in pleasure, gasping softly as she felt herself slowly getting wet down there, and she felt his hand caressing her belly, smiling as she knew why he's doing that...She doesn't blame him imagining her to have a baby, and she can't wait either, wanting to be horny and ravished again all those pregnant months, hoping that either tonight or soon, they would conceive a new life.
Jules kept licking and suckling at her nipples, taking turns between breasts, cleaning them up of seed, as he enjoyed hearing his wife's sounds of pleasure, his hand finally coming lower into her lush bush of public hair, caressing as he heard Leila moan even louder, "Jules! Please...Please, lower!".
"Well... I better make sure to answer my wife's request.", Jules said as his hand soon reached her vagina and caused her to practically scream with a rush that shot through her. His hand gently hovered over it as he slowly teased her down here while he continued to kiss her body.
Leila gasped loudly in pleasure, loudly moaning as she was in overwhelming bliss by her husband's loving and passionate foreplay, lasting for several minutes before she knew that she's ready, wrapping her hand around Jules' hair as he was distracted by kissing her skin, and he looked up at her, and she whispered, "No more waiting...I'm ready, Jules...".
Jules widened his eyes, his breath catching softly as he silently asked, his hand gently coming off her vagina, and Leila said nothing, smiling loving with plenty of trust in her eyes, moving her legs apart and upwards a bit, revealing her vagina in full sight, wet and ready to welcome him in.
Jules slowly moved into position, making sure not to accidentally press on her or anything of the sort and ruin the mood. He soon found himself getting lined up to penetrate her, gently rubbing his dick against her lower vagina as she gave out a loud moan for a good half minute.
Leila gently caressed Jules' sides with her hands as he kissed her on the lips lovingly and tenderly, whispering, "I'll be gentle, my love...It has been years, and I don't plan to hurt you as much as I want to take care of you...I know you will be tight, but I'll help you fit me...".
Leila's heart swelled happily as she whispered, "You truly are my soulmate, Jules Richard Russo.", realizing at last that she had found her significant other in Jules, not even needing the compass to feel the love in his embrace and beyond.