Raphael

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My hearing was like a knife cut from Thea’s screeching and crying. I could hear her soft moans and Giselle’s unbridled anger so acutely, as if all my locators were tuned to one reception only. If I hadn’t made a quick decision, there would have been trouble.

Charles took the Admanian princess out of the room, while Margaret took care of her ward. Oh, these women, it’s always so difficult with them, they are jealous, furious and plotting against each other – little devils.

My meeting with Giselle in the greenhouse was not unusual. It was a simple tea party with empty conversations, which I was forced to listen to with an unshakeable interested person. Well, more precisely, pretend to be interested.

I knew that she was interested in plants, so the meeting place was chosen unconditionally correctly. She chatted incessantly, and I already seemed to understand plants as well as our gardener. I can safely change my specialty.

But even here everything did not go smoothly. The audacious captive seemed to be testing me for strength, twisting me inside out with her actions. While Oliver was hurriedly and in a panic trying to explain to the guards what had happened and that he needed my audience, I already knew the reason for his concern.

Giselle pricked up her ears, as if something had happened that her curiosity could not miss. An extra reason to gossip later with your ladies-in-waiting.

I rubbed my face with both hands, pressing straight into the skin and stretching it, taking a deep breath. In a loud voice, I made it clear that the groom should not worry and go about his business, and I again returned his attention to the princess of Adaman.

How naughty she is, this Thea. But this did not cause me anger, but rather an inner grin. I liked this trait of hers and I wanted to see her more, so that she would fully reveal herself, become what she really is. I felt through the veins that I wanted her to open up to me and only to me.

Using a mental connection with Skars, through his eyes I saw a fragile girl racing on an unbridled horse. She tried with the last of her strength to hold on and not fall. Amazing. And reckless. And brave.

It was the first time that someone was able to ride Berkoot. Except for me, of course. But it is worth paying tribute not to the princess, but to the horse. He seemed to let her do it himself. Decided to change the owner? This thought made me grin jealously.

I had to open the portal so that they wouldn’t get hurt, flying at full speed into the carnivorous maze. A very reckless girl. But Berkoot struck, I was walking him quite recently, is it really not enough? Such a freedom-loving guy.

Listening to Giselle in a low voice, all my attention remained with the fugitive. Not only did she run away, stole a horse, but she also sits on the very edge of the cliff. Absolutely crazy, makes me worry, and my hands itch with the desire to spank this naughty ass who is so looking for adventures.

I didn’t plan to show her the human image of Skars in the very near future, but there was no way out, I just wouldn’t have made it to her in time if she had fallen off this damned cliff. Damn this cliff.

I gave her the opportunity to be alone with herself and stopped following her temporarily until she decided to come back. The best option to bring her closer to my faithful shadow was their closest, frank acquaintance. And having understood my intentions through a mental connection, Skars reincarnated into a dog and returned the girl to the castle, with the help of the portal I opened.

She was taken aback when she saw firsthand the transformation of a man into a beast, and it was so funny that I involuntarily chuckled, pleased with her expressive fright.

But it is amazing that she did not run away, but with a strong will of the spirit bravely accepted the transformation that happened before her eyes. Giselle, with whom we still continued to be together and now I was dedicating her to some of the Council’s affairs, drew attention to my detached state.

- My king, are you all right? – she prodded her curiosity.

- Everything is more than fine, I just remembered that after your arrival, I didn’t even give you a gift. It’s so tactless of me. Today I will order you to invite a tailor so that you can sew for yourself stunning outfits that will appeal to you.

The distraction was a great success and Giselle, blushing, squeaked joyfully and threw up her hands, clenching them in fists pressed against each other. Her whole face expressed genuine joy. Still, what kind of girl will refuse new outfits. And I have minus one headache. But there was one more... and I planned to solve it tonight.

By the way, I planned to initiate Princess Adaman into the affairs of the Council slowly and systematically, without giving her too much information. But giving enough to earn her unconditional trust. And since she kept in touch with her parents regularly and quite frankly, we can say that this action was aimed at clouding the eyes of King Christopher.

Let him think that he can bend the rebellious and secretive Abion under his wing.

Giselle, being euphoric from spending the whole day with me, went to gossip with her friends in her chambers, and I purposefully moved to the horse thief.

Once at the nondescript wooden door of her modest room, I didn’t bother to knock. A thin stream of magic slipped out of my fingers and enveloped the keyless lock with a weightless haze, opening it.

Abruptly opening the door, I surprised a girl who was planning to change clothes after a long walk and was currently holding her hands to the unbuttoned top of her dress.

But the undisguised part of the velvety soft skin of her breasts did not escape my eyes. She swallowed nervously, and her neck twitched, emphasizing the hollow between her collarbones.

And vulgar thoughts were already accumulating in my head and it was impossible to stop them. Yes, and I would be more than happy not to stop, but to develop them into a complete pleasure that would have engulfed both of us if Thea hadn’t been so scared, clamped and shy.

- Y-your M-Majesty. - She stuttered, hastily buttoning her dress. – Raphael?

Wow, how I loved hearing my name from her sweet lips. I would rather strip her naked, lean on top of her with my whole body, press her tightly, pushing her legs apart and... and make her moan my name non-stop. Yes, that’s how she should shout it, and that’s the only way. Stupid lust. Stupid Thea, I’m going crazy next to you.

Her gaze on me was expectant, considering that I still hadn’t said anything and was only staring at her breasts unequivocally. And yet, tearing myself away, I looked into her sky-blue eyes, like oceans, and took a couple of steps forward, grabbing her hand and earning her a squeak.

At the moment, I sat on the edge of her tiny bed and jerked her towards me, forcing her to lose her balance and fall into my lap with exactly the trajectory I had set for her.

Sprawled across my knees, pressing her stomach tightly against them, the princess floundered and tried to change the uncomfortable position. But I didn’t let her get up and instead, boldly lifted her skirt. The dress fabric was unpleasant, rough and pricked, I wanted to tear off this lousy rag from her. Only silk should touch her skin.

Thea kicked, struggled, screamed.

- What are you doing? Let me go now. – in a fit of anger, she even bit me on the thigh, which earned a strong ringing slap on the ass. A wild lioness.

- I have heard rumors, Princess, that you behaved very, very badly and disobedient today. - my voice drifted around the room, laced with self–satisfaction. – Do you know that bad deeds are always punished?

I briefly stroked her ass through the fabric of her panties and again flavored this soft action with a savory slap, making her shudder and hiss from the sharp pain in her buttock.

I leaned down a little so that my lips were almost touching her ear.

- Violated the dress code. - whispered in her ear, burning with hot breath, stroking her loose snow-gold strands.

She swallowed nervously.

– You quit your work duties and ran away for half a day. – my fingers went lower, touching the spine under the tight dress. And finally, when they got to the panties, they pulled them down, exposing a beautiful ass.

The princess reached back with her hands to prevent my action, but I blocked her by holding her hands tightly. Comparing our forces was like comparing an elephant and a bug. Because of this difference, now she couldn’t even move and only angrily cursed and cursed me.

- You’re disgusting! You have no right. - The princess grumbled angrily.

- Oh, really? - another blow landed on her rounded buttock.

There were droplets of tears in the corners of her eyes, she was squinting hard and breathing loudly.

With my lips, I lightly grabbed the lobe of her reddened ear. Did she blush from embarrassment or from shame? Or maybe from excitement? Despite the anger that was boiling in her, I clearly felt her pliability and responsiveness of her body when I touched her and stroked her, lightly squeezing her thin skin.

A liar.