Raphael
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- I will punish you.
With these words, I wanted to instill so fear in her, but my mind resisted. And instead of a stern voice, a hell knows what ca out that made my heart flutter with the desire to touch this sweet innocent girl again. But she pushed away, falling forward on her knees, exposing her delicious ass to my gaze.
The witch is a temptress, it’s definitely worthy of punishing her. Not only is she reckless in her actions, she also seduces ?
- Are you crazy? Why did you bite ? I didn’t know you liked n.
And these words were already like a fist in the gut. Have you really beco so brave, dear, by throwing such statents? Although I understood that she had not yet noticed the change in her appearance, but this was no excuse for her.
I returned her appearance the mont I heard her fussy heartbeat and quiet dissatisfied. It was fun to tease her a little while being with Madeleine. In this way, with small steps, she will be able to open herself to without drowning out her craving for the natural attraction between us. I wanted to believe that this attraction was really mutual, and not just from my side.
In confirmation of my orientation, I firmly grabbed and squeezed her breast, causing her eyes to pop out of her forehead from the outrage of my behavior. She probably thought so now, her face expressed her emotions too clearly.
I grinned and pulled my hand away just as she was swinging to slap on the back of her hand. She puffed and angrily threw sharp glances at , pursing her lips.
- What are you doing here? Are you spying on ? - I teased her with an elegant arch of an eyebrow, watching as anger turned to indignation.
- Who needs to follow you? - she pointedly pulled her head to the side, sitting more comfortably facing .
- You’re such a barb. - I smiled a little. – What are you doing here anyway?
- I wanted to go to my old room, but it was sealed. I thought maybe I could find so clues there.
- Any leads? In your room? – that already sounded interesting.
- Can we talk sowhere else, and not where we can be caught at any mont?
I grabbed her arm, helping her up.
- Lead the way. - She raised an eyebrow questioningly, so I had to explain. – To your room.
Once in front of the door, I scanned its magical contour. Nothing unusual, rather magic was used simply to seal it from outsiders, and not to hide sothing. Having quickly dealt with the task, I opened the door and stepped aside a little, letting the hostess inside. But she was in no hurry to go and stood there, gathering up the courage to take a step.
Locking the door behind , I sealed it again from the inside.
- Nice room. But it’s too simple, not royal in scope. – I appreciated it out loud.
- This is not my original room. Until my family collapsed, I had a stunningly beautiful room that my mother decorated for as a child with all her love. But then they appeared... – I understood that she ant the stepmother and her children. – Madeleine liked my room.
There was no need to explain further, the essence is clear. From that mont, the infringent of her rights in this family apparently began.
- So you ran away not only from marriage, but also from a crazy family?
She looked down for a mont, and then smiled sadly. A silent, pinched, absolutely broken princess.
- So, what did you want to find here? – I decided to change the subject.
She started up abruptly, beca animated, I already thought that she would say sothing now, but the next mont she shrank even more, as if hiding the words deep inside herself. It was stressful. Her silence was unnerving. If soone else had been in her place, I would have knocked all the information stored in their heads out of their mouths long ago.
- Actually, it’s nothing special, I just wanted to co here to hide from everyone and think. You absolutely didn’t give any information about where I should look for the artifact, so I decided to wait here and look for anything that might be useful.
- If it was that simple, do you think I would use your help? We’ve searched this damn palace more than once, but every ti we run into a wall. I can’t feel anything.
- Can’t feel? How is that?
It looked like there was going to be a long conversation, so I grabbed her by the waist and pulled, dragging her to the bed with . She tried to pull away, but my death grip wouldn’t let her do it.
- I have so connection with the artifact. Up close, I can feel his strength, as if it attracts us to each other. But no matter how much Dexter and I search, I feel absolutely nothing. Solid emptiness, no responses coming.
- But could it be that the artifact is not here? Why are you so sure that it was my father who stole it?
I grinned at her words, which questioned my words.
/ The beginning of mories/
After this brazen theft, I personally killed a lot of people who were sohow involved in the protection of the crown that day. Then, after the departure of the guests, I had fun with the advisers of the kingdoms who were staying with us and so aristocrats, trying to find at least one clue. The royal families were not spared either. Although it didn’t co to murder, but I tortured them to a considerable extent. The power of illusions was to help in this matter and there was not a single clue anywhere. With the exception of Horel.
I still rember the day when I entered the royal bedroom. It was the middle of the night. Horel and his wife Katherine were sleeping peacefully until I showed up. I had surrounded the room with a sound barrier beforehand, so I didn’t have to drown out their screams. Thea’s father was very eloquent and selective in his expressions, but sleepily and even without guards, he was like a useless annoying fly for . I stunned him and sealed him in an illusion, leaving him for dessert.
His wife was in the last stages of pregnancy, with a huge belly. Covering herself with a blanket, she desperately moved further away from , covering her stomach with her hands and crying, asking not to touch her baby. If I could go back to the past now, I would not have touched Thea’s mother, I would have tried to restrain myself, but at that mont I was angry and out of control. I didn’t feel the slightest sympathy for her, her tears couldn’t reach my heart.
I grabbed her by the neck and easily lifted her into the air, hearing her groaning and gasping, floundering in limbo. I shook her violently, forcing her to lose consciousness, and then threw her on the bed, wrapping her body in a magical cocoon, penetrating into the very depths of her mories of that day. A hard shake caused blood to flow from her nose, but at that mont even the sll of blood could not distract . I read every picture of that day that her mind showed .
I saw how ill she beca at the celebration, and she and her husband, accompanied by their retinue, left the hall. I felt through myself the agony she was going through, as if the whole body was being torn to pieces, then collected and torn again. She was tossing around on the bed, screaming, calling for help, and then began to weaken abruptly at the mont, until the entire bottom of her dress slowly turned red with her own blood.
The Queen was alive, but I could no longer feel the baby’s heartbeat. And then darkness, complete darkness. The mories end at this mont and begin a few days later, when the baby in her womb is alive again as if nothing had happened.
What the fuck?
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