Two Swords and the Angel’s Feather

Then he knelt on the spot and lifted Ellen’s skirt and went on inside her. There was no stopping him.

River’s big hand tore Ellen’s pants in an instant. And as soon as his lips touched, her body began to spill the juice he wished for. Ellen leaned against the wall, flinching. He lifted one of her legs, put it on his shoulder, and voraciously drank her juice, pushing his tongue deep into her. His fingers rubbed her pearl, and each time her lower abdomen tightened, hot liquid flowed out of her body.

After enjoying Ellen to the fullest, River came out of her skirt with her ripped pants in one hand and smiled like a boy. He whipped his face with the torn white cloth, folded it, put it in his chest pocket, and kissed her lips again.

“I’ll stop here because your body is still sore. But later…….”

He whispered that and then left her without her pants and disappeared. Fortunately, after taking the queen’s breakfast to the kitchen, she went to her room and put new pants on, but the strange sense of liberation she felt for a moment was beyond description.

“River Pelbrook is just kind to women.”

With Celia’s voice, Ellen came to her senses. Aryll snorted at his wife’s words, but he did not retort.

“Of course, Ryder is interested in women, too. He just does not explicitly show it like most stupid aristocrats. Ryder is careful enough to keep it secret even if he has a relationship with a woman.”

Ced said in a calm tone.

“Then why would he give Ellen a dress? Ellen is Celia’s maid of honor, so she is under our responsibility. Even if it is the Duke of Madison, it is crossing the line.”

Ced raised his eyebrows at Aryll’s point.

“The Duke of Madison has a good reason, too. Ryder’s fashion sense is not bad. You can leave it to him. We’re already busy just picking Celia’s dress.”

As she finally finished her measurements, Celia lowered her arms and withdrew from the seamstress, and headed to the sofa. Aryll opened his arms and sat her on his lap, and Celia sighed tiredly. The seamstress bowed to the two kings as the assistants picked up the strings used to measure them.

“Please tell me what to fix and I’ll bring you a new design.”

“No, I think this will do.”

When Ced lifted one design, Aryll frowned but eventually waved one hand.

“A little higher up the neckline. I mean it when I say I won’t show any of the queen’s skin to those sex-driven aristocrats.”

The seamstress rushed out of the room with her assistants after receiving Ced’s design that Ced had chosen. Ellen stood behind her for a moment and looked at Aryll stroking Celia’s hair, sitting in his arms. Celia, comfortably leaning her head against his shoulder, swung her legs and whispered something. A smile spread on Aryll’s face.

Their comfortable, loving relationship was beautiful at any time. Not long after coming in as a maid, she misread the call and entered the bedroom at the wrong timing. Celia was naked between the two men, gasping with a heated face, and the two men were embracing her, back and front as if riding the rhythm with their bodies. Celia’s soft body and the strong two men’s bodies were entangled like a picture, and the scent of sweat and sex reached Ellen.

She could not erase the scene from her mind. She couldn’t even imagine what it was like to be loved so intensely by two men. Her one-time relationship with River had already been enough to make her heart and mind burst, so how much more could it get?

Ellen shook her head hurriedly. She shouldn’t expect too much as she thought. It was the first time in her life that she had been embraced by a man, and she decided to be satisfied with it. If she kept looking forward to more, her heart would hurt too much when it came to an end.

Aryll looked at Ellen and said, “You don’t have to be around anymore today. Ced and I will be by Celia’s side. Go rest.”

Ced added. “You should stop by the Duke of Madison’s room. He probably has things to discuss regarding your dress.”