(From Blue's Perspective)
Two days had passed since the full moon. Things had been hectic lately. Detrius confronted Isaac and his mother, Lady Caerlion. Of course, as expected, they denied. But as Detrius could read their minds and I also told him about it, he found out exactly what happened. There was no proof, so he could not punish them.
But then, he found those maids who were there as well and made them tell the truth. He wanted to kill them, but Mother and I managed to stop him.
"At least, let make sausages."
"What?" I asked in surprise.
"Let make blood sausages using their blood," he had said.
"..."
That was how our conversation went. It took a while to make him understand that we could kill them just for this. If this news leaked out, then it would be a disgrace towards us. And besides, I was not liked by all of the werewolves here since I was a human. That was why we needed to be as careful as possible about everything.
At last, he sent them away from the palace and it was not temporary. I was truly surprised when he did that. When he suggested it before, Mother was against it. But this ti, she did not oppose. Rather, she was pretty angry as well since they tried to harm .
Dem said his uncle's family was not living in another residence that was quite a bit away from the palace and they could not co inside the palace as they pleased. Even though I was surprised, I was glad to hear that. I did not like them from the start and they always looked at us as if they hated us more than anything else.
After all those hectic things, this morning was my first swordsmanship lesson. As promised, Dem had made a blade, but he had not shown yet. He arranged proper clothes for and told to et him in his study.
"Your Highness, these types of clothes suits you. Here, won don't really wear pants. It's not like they don't at all. But it's rare," Ruby said as she braided my hair.
I really did not understand why Dem was so obsessed with my braid. And for so reason, I always found myself telling Ruby to braid my hair. Perhaps it was because I wanted him to look at with satisfaction.
"But who is going to teach Your Highness?" she asked.
"I don't know. Dem told to et him in his study. That guy hasn't even shown the sword yet," I sighed. "But I'm excited! I an, it will be the first ti I will be able to hold a sword and most importantly, lift it. I couldn't lift Dem's blade since it's so big and heavy.
I an, honestly, who can fight with sothing like that? It's like it ca from a factory of cutting candies."
Thankfully, this ti I could make Ruby agree to not put makeup on my face. I would get sweaty and it would be disgusting if I had makeup on. To be honest, I did not like wearing makeup that much since I was not used to it. But Ruby always made wear makeup saying that it was important for a queen. The sa went for accessories.
But this ti, even she had to admit that it would be gross to get sweaty over makeup.
"You're all ready to go, Your Highness," she said proudly.
"Ah, it's alright, right?" I asked nervously. It was weird to look at like that. I had never worn sothing like this before, so it was uncomfortable. But the shirt I was wearing was quite thin so it did not feel too hot and stuffy inside.
"It's perfect, Your Highness. I'm sure you will do great at swordsmanship. And when you learn that, teach a few moves, please. I would like to kick a few bastards' asses... Ahem, my apologies, Your Highness."
I chuckled. I took a deep breath and made my way to Dem's study. He was surely inside and it was just my husband. Yet it was like my legs were shaking and I could not move.
"You really hesitate a lot before coming in," he said from the inside. The door was slightly open, so I could hear his manly voice perfectly.
"Ah, it's not like that... I was just," I mumbled as I walked inside. He was writing sothing on a parchnt. There was a pile of papers on his left. He really worked a lot every day. For , even thinking about managing all that was hard as hell.
"You... you..."
He was looking up and down at but was not saying anything clearly. Did I look weird? Should I change?
"Do... do I look weird?" I asked.
"... Ezekiel will teach you. He is really good at it. He ca to first. You perhaps had ntioned this to Luc."
"Yeah. I told him about it. Ezekiel was there as well. Perhaps that was when he heard about it," I said. But I was still wondering why he ignored my question. Why did he not say anything about my appearance even when I asked?
Did I truly look so weird that he could not speak up?
"So, Ezekiel is going to teach ?" I mumbled.
"Do you hate it? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, it's fine... I just didn't expect this."
"But," he said as he stood up, "today, your teacher would be ."
"... Huh?"
"Since it's the first day, I want to be the one to teach you. I would like to teach you every day. But I won't be able to make ti for it, so..."
"It's alright, you know," I said. But he would teach ? I could not believe I was tenser that he would teach than I would be if it was soone else. I was just too conscious of his presence.
"Right," he said suddenly from behind . I did not even notice when he got there. He wrapped his arms around as if bracing . "But, my wife, you look excessively cute today. What should we do about this?"
"Eh? Wh-What are you saying?" I asked as my cheeks heated up.
He licked the side of my neck with his tongue. Now I truly regretted that it was not a turtleneck.
"Dem, don't... do this now."
"Why not?" he muttered pressing his lips against my nape. "It's normal for husband and wife."
"No, it's not... It's weird."
"Weird, huh?" he suddenly sucked on the skin of my neck.
"Ah..."
"You... Dammit!"
He pushed my body towards the table and leaned against my back. Sothing hard was touching my bottom.
'Eek! Why... why now?'
"Please... I have to do it. Just once," he said as if he was in pain.
"What... what are you saying? Here? It's not a place. And besides, it's... it's broad daylight.
How can we..."
"Just once. I can't take it anymore," he said. "Please..."
"What if soone c-cos in?" I asked.
"No one will co in. It's just you and ."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Now, please... Damn it! I can't wait!"
He pulled down my pants from behind. He was too skilled at doing this as it took him almost no ti. I was too embarrassed to say anything. How were we even going to do it? Like this? In this position?
But that would be too weird...
"I can't believe it... We didn't kiss, neither did I touch you, yet you're wet like this. My wife, you are really planning on driving to the edge, aren't you?"
"Don't... stop saying... such things already," I said.
"Should I?" he said and touched my weak spot. I felt like my legs would give away the mont his fingers touched the place.
"Ah... Huh! D-Dem..."
"I touched you like this countless tis, yet your reaction is always the sa. But it's cute, really cute and it turns on," he said.
I could feel the hard object touching my bottom. He was grinding against . I felt like my insides were lting. I could not calm myself down. It was getting too much. Truly, I did not want anything more than to feel him inside .
"You're wet enough, my darling," he muttered in my ear before pushing himself all the way to the edge inside .
"Ah! Nngh! Uh... Huh..."
"I'm gonna move, so hold onto the table," he groaned.
'The table? How to hold onto the table? Where to hold? Where to put my hands? I think I'm gonna fall.'
Before I could manage, he pulled out just before thrusting forward again. He held my shoulders tightly as he thrusted inside . I felt too full to the brim. I needed sothing to hold on to. My knees were giving away. At this rate, I would not be able to practice swordsmanship at all.
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