Royal Trouble (NSFW) - Chapter 21 - A'mara Books

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Sister Misty looked at Chester’s face, now tear-streaked. Suddenly, she realized there was a deep sadness in his past, far deeper than his sadness at Sister Vasana’s death at the hand of the King.

“Tell me about her, Chester,” Misty requested.

“Yes,” he said, sitting down on a bench beside the fountain. He pulled her onto his lap, and kept his arm tight around her as if afraid she would vanish. “You remind me of my Peony, my dear Peony, her skin was as creamy and delicate as yours.” He stroked her cheek.

He began telling the sad story of the woman he had loved and lost, thanks to the Prince. He told of how he had been forced to join the royal household. He had advanced to become part of the King’s Guard and forced to help punish dissidents with rape. “I’m ashamed to admit that I enjoyed that – as if I was avenging my poor Peony. That’s why I don’t deserve you.”

“Let me be the one who decides if you deserve me,” she said softly, taking his hand in hers. Tears escaped her eyes.

“When we were pursuing Wren, I knew I could not rape her, I could not be like the Prince and the King any more. Even if they executed me for it. I would let her go – with Kevin – so they could begin their new life together. They have gone to Freesia. Vasana transported them there to safety.”

“Then you are worthy of me,” Sister Misty said softly. “I would be your wife if we can make it as far as Erion.”

He looked at her and smiled. Before he could kiss her, she got up. “Come with me. Help me pack. Do you know if Sister Klara will be back tonight?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know when we can get her away from the Prince long enough for our escape. I don’t know how I can manage to stay here when he leaves...”

“We will cross that bridge when we get to it,” she murmured. “Right now, I’m guessing you’re hungry.”

“Yes, rather. I have not eaten yet today, what with searching for Wren and Kevin.”

“Then let’s go,” she encouraged, leading him back to the Cloisters. But instead of to the dining room, she led him down another corridor first, and opened the door that was to her own bedchamber.

His expression said it all as she closed the door and turned to him.

“If you’re going to be my husband, then I want to get to know you better,” she said, removing her fuchsia habit. Then she untied the string that held her inner tunic closed. She stepped closer to him, put her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his, and took his mouth with hers in a kiss of hungry possession.

His hands came around her, grappling to lift up her tunic. His hands caressed her bared hips and buttocks. Then he ran his hands up her body to the small firm breasts which had been pressed against him.

Misty’s hands ran down his body, then between them where she found the lace that held his breeches together. She pulled it loose and pushed her hands inside, reaching for his hard arousal.

“You are no virgin!” he murmured between gasps.

“I’m afraid not. I was taught by a madame when I was barely old enough to bleed. Mercifully, I was not given a child by the time Sister Vasana found me and brought me up here. But I know how to please a man!”

“You are full of surprises, my betrothed! How do you like it best?”

“Show me your favorite,” she replied. “I like it most ways, but it’s been a long time since I had a man in my bed. I think I’m probably as desperate as you are.”

“Then, I will just do it this way,” he said lifting her against the wall. He put her legs around him and drove his eager manhood into her.

She gasped with immediate pleasure, being filled with the man she would marry.

He thrust hard into her, pressing her solidly against the wall, his hands grasping her thighs firmly.

She cried out with urgent need. “Fill me!” she shouted. “Oh!”

He responded to her with increasing desperation. Misty cried out again and again, unable to stop her loud reaction to his tunneling into her with his hard shaft until, at last, his release came, filling her with his milk.

He held her against him as she felt his last twinges. His hands caressed her nakedness. He kissed her neck, then her ear before gasping, “Wow! We will have a good life together!”

“We will,” she agreed. Misty reached for his mouth and met his tongue with her own, desperate for more contact. “You taste good, m’lord,” she breathed, then reached for his tongue again.

“I think we should get some food now,” he suggested. “I don’t fancy being around when the Prince gets back. He’s angry like he’s never been before.”

“And having Sister Klara isn’t enough for him now?” Misty asked.

“I don’t know the details, he made us ride ahead. He will be here… any second.”

The thunder of hooves from outside told them Chester was right.

“I must pretend that nothing has changed,” Chester apologized. “I will come to you tonight after supper.”

“I will hold you to that or I will have to come and find you!” she replied. “One more kiss.”

He covered her lips with his mouth, kissing her deeply, full of promise for what would come that night. He let go, only for her to grab another kiss.

“Love bestowed is so much sweeter than passion forced,” he murmured.

“And I bestow all my love upon you, my bridegroom!”

He dressed and left.

Misty dressed herself more slowly, dreamily… imagining her life with Chester… married, children on the way.

“Vasana, help us make it to safety!” she cried softly, caressing her abdomen.