AO 4 Ch 37 (Patreon)

Chapter 37

The carriage melted away as I arrived back at the quiet Aldis Manor with Aurelia.

“Ard.” Sienna kissed my cheek. “Good luck.”

“I’m sure you can defeat a manticore.” Emlyn kissed my other cheek.

“Remember they are tricky.” Zuri kissed me on the lips and stepped back.

Selina just gave me a wave and walked off with Sienna while the anchor rubbed her stomach.

I cleared my throat and turned back to a blushing Aurelia lit by the dim light spilling out of the manor.

She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Don’t listen to them.”

“Oh, I’m going to defeat a manticore tonight alright.” I teased, taking her arm and linking it in mine to walk her inside. “Though, I’m a gentleman and will treat you right along the way.”

Aurelia laughed lightly and leaned on my shoulder as we walked inside. “They think I’m a lot more fierce than I really am.”

“They haven’t seen the mantikitten.” I kissed the top of her head, and a delicate scent hit me.

Aurelia smelled sweet despite my idea of her being ferocious.

She lifted her face and claimed my lips. Her blue eyes became half lidded with desire as our lips brushed.

It was delicious.

Every part of her seemed to be sweeter than my expectation and I nearly missed the stairs, too caught up in kissing her in the empty halls, pushing her to the wall as my hands became naughty.

The tight dress she was wearing left little to the imagination, yet it was all that much more satisfying to feel her curves held firmly by that dress.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and prevented my escape as her breath became sweeter.

“Room?” I asked, feeling far too tempted to lift up her dress.

She blushed and looked up at me through her lashes. Aurelia was a vision. Her ringlets of red hair framed her beautiful face, which had slightly swollen lips from our kisses.

Aurelia leaned forward, kissing my jaw and then down my neck. “My legs are too weak for the stairs and I don’t want to stop.” She undid the top button of my suit and continued to kiss down my chest.

I groaned as kisses continued down as the buttons were removed one after the other. No, I was supposed to treat her.

A fire lit inside of me, and I scooped her up into a princess carry, only slightly ruined by the giant battle axe. “Up we go.” I hurried up the stairs even as she started to cover my neck in soft, delicate kisses that only turned that fire into a raging inferno.

Barging into her room, I didn’t wait for the bed, shoving her up against the dresser.

“Ard. I need you.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders again, this time they weren’t soft, but strong enough to hold herself up as she rubbed her thigh against me.

Her face was shy, but flushed with desire and her sweet breath was intoxicating enough that I hurried to undo my belt and let my pants drop to the floor right here.

My plan for battle was lost by the innocent lust painted over her features.

“Aurelia, you’re so beautiful.” I grabbed her hips and pressed her to the dresser.

She answered with a long kiss that tentatively probed into my mouth with her tongue.

I sucked it and pulled out moans from her as I set her on the vanity, my hands finding the soft insides of her thigh and brushing it gently before massaging into her crotch to find her boiling hot and slick even through her underwear.

Aurelia reached under her dress with one hand and ripped her underwear aside, grabbing my cock and lining me up.

How could I resist?

I melted into her paradise. She was so warm and wet.

Aurelia panted against my cheek, the kisses stopping for a moment as we both embraced.

Slowly, I continued into her slick folds savoring every inch as she wiggled just a little to be able to fit me.

“Goddess above. You’re incredible.” I panted, she flexed and squeezed me perfectly giving a touch before tightening down around me. “Are you sure you didn’t have lessons?”

“How big are you?” She grunted. “I keep thinking you’re going to finish, but it keeps going.” Aurelia’s eyes were hazy and her breath intoxicatingly sweet as she took my lips against and we just kissed as I finished sliding all the way into her. “Gently please.”

“You know, normally we’d do the first time on the bed.” I held myself back from the thrust I so desperately wanted to do, waiting to see if she wanted to move.

“Too far.” She completely let me choose the pace. All she wanted was to hold onto me and drown both of us in kisses.

I got the feeling she wanted to continue this novel sensation she was getting to experience.

She claimed my lips as I held her hips and slid gently into her while she sat on the vanity.

I couldn’t see what I was doing; the dress hid everything.

But there was one more thing that I wanted. Fishing her breast out of the dress, I massaged the two large orbs, playing with her large nipples.

“Uhn.” She moaned and held onto my shoulders. “That feels wonderful. Stay gentle; I just want to feel you.”

I tried to escape her kissing, only for her to hold me still and take my lips again, pausing to stare up at me with lidded eyes.

“We’ll do this all the time?” She asked.

“Anytime you want.” I confirmed, gently fucking her. There was no bounce, no heavy panting and sweat.

Instead it was a different kind of sex.

She pulled my lips down for a soft kiss of lingering affection.

I fell into a similar rhythm with my thrusts. Each one was a slow dragging sensation that still left both of us breathless as we kissed.

There wasn’t the same rushed high of rutting on the bed.

Yet pleasure built in me slowly. Ever so slowly my body grew more rigid, until it surpassed what I normally experienced and continued on. Yet, it didn’t explode.

Instead, the two of us melted together our lips and neathers joined with nothing said between us with our words.

Soft pants and slick strokes filled the room as we spoke with our eyes.

There was a begging need in them, yet she didn’t want me to be rough.

No, she loved this slow, tender sex on the vanity and I dipped down to kiss my beautiful anchor more as the intensity continued to build in me until the release surprised me.

Everything inside of me melted into satisfaction as she held me with strong arms and pressed me to her.

“That was incredible.” She breathed. “Now, why don’t you let me experience the bed? I think I can go on top now.”

I raised an eyebrow.

Holding back that whole time had been a unique kind of exhausting.

Emlyn came into the room with an armload of pitchers. “Oh, couldn’t even make it to the bed?” She set them down on the table. “I’ll leave you to it; just didn’t want a desiccated Ard tomorrow. We do have to get him out of the city.”

Aurelia hesitated until Emlyn left and then slid me out of her. “Go sit on the bed. I’ll bring you some water.”

I wasn’t one to complain when a beautiful woman offered to serve me. Heading over to the bed, I sat against the headrest and crossed my arms behind my head.

Being a noble and a mage wasn’t so bad.

Aurelia came in naked except for a pair of earrings holding a tall glass of water. “Drink up. I don’t think I want tonight to end.” She put it to my lips and I drank up as she tilted it back.

“You are a surprisingly gentle lover.” I said.

She swung her legs over mine and sat down slowly on my still hard rod. “Let me love you.” Her legs were drawn taunt, her muscles apparent as she slid down over me. “My way.”

I held onto her ass and pulled her close for more soft kisses as she maintained the squat over me, slowly rising and falling over me.

Each time it was a subtle suckling at the base before she lifted back up again.

“I think I love you.” She said between kisses and dropped her knees to clamp around my waist using the leverage to continue the gentle rhythm.

“Already? I thought taming a manticore or even a mantikitten would take far longer.” I let out a groan as she squeezed me on the way up.

“I’m already tamed.” She kissed me deeply, drawing out my breath to mingle with her own. “I want you to give me kittens.”

“Kittens?” I asked.

She blushed deep red again. “I’m your mantikitten, right?” She hugged me and kissed my neck even as she continued the gentle ride up and down.

I pushed her head back so I could kiss her lips again in an answer as we both enveloped each other in a hug and she continued to rock on my hips. “Do you need a little more?”

“No.” She wouldn’t stop showering me in kisses. “I love this, you in me. Both of us alone in a quiet space. Only thing that would make this better is a warm fire and wrapping us in blankets.”

“One of those I can do.” I pulled at the sheets on her bed and did my best to wrap them around both of us in a warm cocoon as she continued to rock up and down until I found myself digging my fingers into her ass, holding it back.

She slowed down even more, dragging me through her paradise. “Fill me up. Give your ferocious mantikitten everything.”

“Tamed Mantikitten.” I grumbled back as my cock twitched deep inside of her.

She had a breathless look, staring at me with love as she rocked down, burying me in her depths. “Ferocious.” She argued and squeezed tight as she slid back up and down aggressively twice.

After the long languid strokes of our love those were enough to make me explode inside of her. “Tamed.”

“Maybe bred one of these days.” She compromised and picked up the glass of water. “I’m far from done with you tonight.”

I took a long drink and she threw the sheets over both of us and enthusiastically went back to showing her affectionate love.

***

Maribelle moved quietly behind Claire as the Thorne mage fumed, storming through the halls of the palace with familiar steps.

“He fucking left?!” She growled. Any mask of beauty that all the Thorne family wore was gone.

Maribelle slipped down the hall following her, curious where she was going.

Claire opened a heavy door and slipped inside.

Maribelle could hear several other people in the room.

“Where have you been! We need to figure out what to do now that Carmilla’s gone.” The door closed and the voices faded to a soft muffle.

Maribelle looked at the room and then stepped back to see the hallway in its entirety and how other rooms might connect.

Quickly she went down another passage and to what she figured was the room behind where they were meeting, slipping in and pressing her ear to the wall to listen.

“Carmilla doesn’t matter.” Claire’s voice came through the wall clear. “She gathered us because we’re unhappy with the current status quo. I’m technically in the royal line of succession.”

“Bah!” A man shouted. “Over the corpses of every acknowledged Royal. House Thorne would be livid if they realized you were a bastard.”

“Thorne has plenty of illegitimate children. As long as they have life magic, their faces can be molded to perfection and look like any other Thorne.” Claire said. “The reality that we need to capture Arden Aldis and use him to create a new generation of powerful mages is still the most important thing.”

“He killed two elder mages. I think that ship has sailed. How can we ever contain him now?” Another asked.

“Contain him? Why would we need to do that? He’s clearly a lustful savage, just put some pretty ladies in front of him to breed.” Claire’s tone was haughty to the extreme.

Maribelle’s hand crushed the corner of a table near her. “Unbelievable. They want to capture Sir? If anyone is going to capture him, it is me.”

“Then you want to hide the children from House Aldis, how exactly?”

“It would be best for it to all occur outside the estate walls so that we can ferry them off. This is still part of the plan we’ve all been working towards. It will take time, but as mages, we will live long lives. One day we will put those without magic in their place.”

“Meanwhile, the Enclave takes control of the country.” Someone else snorted.

Maribelle’s fury was still building from their talk of kidnapping Ard and she smashed the table.

The participants in the room next door noticed.

“What was that?!” Someone shouted.

“We can’t be seen together.” Claire scolded them. “One of you was followed.”

“You were the last one here. Did you see anyone? No? Then you were followed.” A man shouted and they scrambled to rush out of the room.

Maribelle couldn’t waste this chance and rushed out of the room she was in to move quickly through the hall so that she could get a visual on all of the participants.

She hid in the shadows, pulling death magic over herself to blend in. It wasn’t as effective as dark magic, but that wasn’t her sphere. No, Sir’s serpent sphere was the one that she had claimed.

For in life and death she would never be separated from him.

“I wasn’t followed.” Claire was arguing in a hushed voice as she stepped out. “The other plans need to continue.”

“We know that. None of us can walk away from what we’ve started.” A lanky man hissed and hurried out with large strides.

Her co-conspirators were six in total.

Maribelle pegged House Thorne, Strathmoore and two minor houses among them. Interestingly they were all of the supposed neutral houses in the conflict between the Enclave and the Royal Family.

Maribelle knew Carmilla’s plans had roots, but seeing Strathmoore’s young leader here meant the woman had built firmer control than Maribelle had known.

Perhaps the neutral faction would show their true colors at the right time to change things.

It didn’t matter though.

As they scattered, Maribelle stalked Claire.

The illegitimate heir of the royal family had been to the royal palace far too often based on the way she navigated the servant passages.

Maribelle knew them just as well and when Claire hit a passage that would split to the laundry or to the eastern exit she knew her time was running out.

She struck, faster than the mage could react and hit Claire hard in the back of the head.

The mage slammed into the wall, only for Maribelle to pull her back by her hair. “You thought you could touch him?!” She growled and threw Claire against a wall again before she could use her magic.

“Maribelle?” Claire asked, her head dazed. “Wonderful. We need someone like you to—“

“To ruin everything that Carmilla wanted? I just want to assist Ard.” Maribelle smiled sweetly down at the bleeding mage.

“That’s great.” Claire didn’t stop trying to talk her way out of the current situation. “He can join the effort. He just needs to make a new era of mages. Ones that we can raise and they’ll fight for us. Magic is what rules this kingdom. The Enclave has the authority, but none of the spine. We’ll create a new age of mages that will crush the Enclave and Royal Family under their heel. Arden Aldis can be the fuse that lights it all. I can be his adviser through it all. Carmilla had an entire plan.”

Maribelle tilted her head like she was thinking before twisting the mage’s neck with a clean snap, already bored with the woman. Nobody would force their will on Ard “No.” She answered the corpse and dropped it. “He will do what he wants and I will be there to assist him.”

She also knew that Ard had no grand plans for becoming king or the next ruler in any capacity.

Instead, he wanted to be free of the webs.

There was a way that Maribelle could accomplish that.

She picked up the body; it wasn’t too damaged and continued into the laundry room for something that could hide the body.