WARNING!!! There is a sex scene in the beginning of the second part of this chapter, please skip it if you don't feel comfortable reading it.
If not, enjoy!!
He caressed her left cheek with his thumb then said in a low trembling voice: "Elise, is it really you?" His eyes were glued on her.
Why was he crying? Was 'Elise' someone important to him? Does she look like her? Is that why he mistook her for that person? She was confused.
But what she couldn't understand the most were the streaming tears of hers. She was crying so hard. Mixed emotions were engulfing her heart. 'It's painful. It aches.' She clutched tightly on her chest.
He gulped when he saw the tears go down her cheeks. His eyes trembled and his hands slid down from her face to her neck then to her back, pulling her into a hug.
Though his temperature was too cold, but hugging him felt so warm that she didn't even think of resisting his advance. ' It's getting me dizzy ' she said in her mind. She could feel his breath right above her ear but it didn't disgust her.
In the past five years, whoever approached her would be shoved away instantly without a second thought. She couldn't help it. she couldn't even bear the way they looked at her. And touching? It would irk her to no end. The only one who didn't feel disgusting being with was her lover, Alex.
'Oh my god, Alex! ' remembering her lover, she snapped out right away of her dizziness. She tried to free herself from the duke's arms, but his embrace was too tight for her to even move.
Sensing her push, he tilted his head to meet her gaze, not letting an inch of distance between them, then with worried eyes he asked: "What is it?"
She was still trying to get away from him but to no avail. She frowned and said in a hushed tone: "Sir, please let go of me. People are watching us and rumours will spread."
Sir? Did she just call him sir? ' Is she trying to be formal since we're not alone?' He wandered, his arms loosened a bit giving her the right chance to break free of his embrace so she applied more force onto her hands. She backed two meters away from him to be sure he won't do anything inappropriate again.
The duke looked puzzled. He didn't understand the reason behind her contradicted reactions. When he was walking towards her, she looked surprised. When he got near her, she became confused then soon began to cry. When he consoled her with a hug she seemed relaxed, but soon after that struggled to get away from him and spoke formally calling him 'sir' . And now? She is putting such a long distance between them, glaring at him with an anxious expression on her face!
"What's wrong, Elise?" He asked." I'm sorry sir. I think you've got the wrong person." She said, a little worried about his feelings since he seemed so attached to that person.
A deep frown showed up on the handsome man's face in front of her. His beautiful thin lips got even thinner, then she heard him ask "And what is that supposed to mean?"
' Is he upset? Of course he is. You just told him that the one he was so happy to meet is actually someone else. But it's better now than later. ' she said to herself.
" Well, my name is Elisabeth and not Elise. You have clearly mistaken me for someone else, sir. " she said hoping that wouldn't hurt him.
"Wha..." he was about to say something but stopped midway. His body stiffened and he looked paralyzed. His irises moved slowly to his left where the crown prince was standing, and glared silently at him in irritation.
"Well..." the princess's voice got the duke's attention back to her. "Excuse me, I shall go for now. Have a nice day, Duke, Crown prince." She bowed lightly to the two men, and then went out of the hall. "We need to get going as well, duke." The crown prince said in a calm voice and started to walk out of the hall. The duke followed right behind him with clenched jaws.
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In the farthest eastern borders of the dark forests, a deteriorated wooden inn was built. It consisted of three large collective rooms that can take in 20 persons, specifically designed for the travelling tribes' people, and four small sized rooms designed for married couples who wanted privacy.
In one of those small sized rooms, loud sexy voices filled the room.
"Jill .....hmmm...slow down....ahhhh..." a young white haired woman said in between moans. "ah...Jill please...ahh..." she pleaded, but the man on top of her kept thrusting into her in the same pace. He bent down to reach to her blood-red lips and sucked hard on them. He inserted his hot wet tongue inside of her wanting mouth and entangled it with her tongue giving her a heavenly sensation.
Their lips parted and they both breathed heavily. He went down her chest, and captured one of her round shaped mounds. His mouth on her nipple, licking and nibbling it. His hips didn't stop moving even for once.
" ahhh...Jill...I can't anymore" she cried out. They were at it since their arrival at noon and she was exhausted. " I'm not...even close yet, and you're already.."
"AWOOOO" A wolf's howl interrupted his words. He looked in the window's direction and a deep frown showed on his face. He stood up and started to wear his trousers.
"and I didn't even get to cum yet, fuck!" the man cursed under his breath.
"Is it white?" the young woman asked in a worried voice. "Yes. Put your clothes on. We need to move." He said in a serious tone, handing her a robe to cover her naked body.
After getting dressed, they headed out of the inn and into the stables to fetch their horses. Noticing the weird way she was walking in, he held her in his arms and put her on one of the horses back. "I'm sorry for going harsh on you." He said apologetically. " it won't happen again." He kissed the back of her hand then climbed on the other horse.
"I wander how many times I've heard this line." She said, reminded of the many times she ended up with sore muscles between her legs. "And who's fault do you think it is?" he retorted back. "Are you blaming me for that? Really!" she said with a frown on her face. She couldn't understand his logic. ' Does he even has one?' she thought.
He was about to retort back when his ears perked up. He sniffed a couple of times then looked at her with his amber eyes and said: "Let's have this lovers' carrel later, Ziri. We have to go. Now." She nodded.
Just five minutes later, four black-dressed men with masks covering their faces came chasing after them. 'Damn it, that was faster than I thought.' Jill cursed inwardly. Since a month ago, those masked men were chasing after them in order to kill them. To kill her, more precisely.
His lover, Amtziri, has a very rare kind of ZIHR. She can manipulate the light and use it in any way she wanted. He is special as well. He comes down from a rare race of werewolves, the wolverines. But he doubted they are after him. If they wanted a wolverine, they would have gone to the main troop and got one from there.
They were riding as fast as they could but the horses were getting tired and slow. The black dressed men, launched several attacks at them, but the couple avoided them successfully.
' If we continue at this rate, they will get us soon.' He thought to himself.