Content warning: This Chapter includes some explicit sexual language and situations.
As soon as Theo locks the door to the chamber, Lady Beatrice's demeanor shifts. Her eyes are a storm of desire and anxiety, her cheeks a delicate shade of pink. She knows that her fate hinges on her ability to satisfy him tonight. The pressure is immense, a burden that seems to weigh heavily on her slender shoulders.
Theo, on the other hand, feels a peculiar blend of confidence and nerves. Having been with Lily, he's no stranger to the art of love, but Lady Beatrice is a creature of such ethereal beauty that the thought of being intimate with her seems almost like a dream. He tries to shake off his embarrassment, telling himself that he's done this before.
Yet, the reality of the situation is not lost on him. In his own world, a union with a noblewoman of such standing would be unthinkable. Here, in Astra, it's his duty as a hero—a duty that comes with its own set of challenges.
He approaches the bed, his gaze lingering on Lady Beatrice. She's dressed in a gown that clings to her curves, revealing the slightest hint of what lies beneath. Theo can see the hope in her eyes, the silent plea for him to make this night one she'll never forget.
He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly, and brushes a lock of hair from her face. "Relax," he murmurs, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Just leave it me."
Beatrice nods, her breath catching in her throat. Her mother's words echo in her mind—if she fails to please him, she might as well forget about becoming a duchess. But as Theo's hand touches her, she feels a spark of something more than pleasure.
The room seems to hold its breath as they come together, their hearts beating in time with the flickering candlelight.
Theo pulls Beatrice closer, her body trembling with anticipation. His hands begin to explore her, his touch gentle yet firm, as he kisses her neck and whispers sweet nothings into her ear. Her eyes widen as she feels his hand cup her buttocks, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. The feeling of her soft, plush flesh against his palms sends a jolt of excitement through him, making his manhood throb with anticipation. She returns his kiss with an innocent fervor that is both enchanting and arousing.
Theo leaned in, his eyes dark with lust as they met hers. His gaze was a silent question, one she eagerly answered by arching her back, silently begging for the kiss she craved. Her heart raced as she felt the heat of his breath against her neck, a silent command that made her shiver with excitement.
As their kisses grow more heated, Theo gently lays her back onto the velvety softness of the bed. Her eyes are wide with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she arches her back, pushing her breasts towards him, begging for his touch. He obeys, his hands sliding over the soft mounds, feeling the hardness of her nipples through the fabric of her gown.
With a flick of his wrist, the dress falls away, revealing her naked beauty. Her skin is like alabaster, her breasts large and inviting. He leans down, capturing one of her stiff peaks with his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Beatrice gasps, her body writhing beneath his touch.
her ample breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. The sight of her pert, rosy nipples, standing tall and proud, made his mouth water.
He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Leaning down, he tasted her sweetness, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud before enveloping it in a warm, wet kiss. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, and Beatrice's knees nearly buckled with the sudden, intense pleasure.
Theo's hand moves to her sex, his fingers slipping between her folds to find her already wet and ready for him. He teases her clit, feeling her body tense and release under his touch. She's so responsive, so eager for his attention.
He kisses her again, their tongues dancing as he prepares to claim her fully. "I'll make it good," he whispers against her lips, his voice thick with desire. Her response is a needy moan, her hips rising. to meet his touch. He spread her legs wide, revealing the glistening wetness of her desire.
He knows she's ready, and with one final kiss, he slides into her, her tightness enveloping him like a warm, wet glove. Beatrice cries out, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Theo takes a moment to savor the sensation before he begins to move, his hips rocking gently. He watches her face, looking for signs of discomfort, but sees only bliss. She's so beautiful, lost in the throes of passion, her body arching to meet his every thrust.
The initial pain was swiftly replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense that she couldn't help but cry out. Theo's attentive kisses and strokes of her breasts served to distract her, and soon she was matching his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his every thrust.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that neither of them had ever experienced before. Theo's cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through her core. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their moans and gasps echoing off the walls as they climbed higher and higher.
Beatrice felt the beginnings of another climax building within her, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. She tightened her grip on the bedsheets, her eyes squeezed shut as she whispered, "Oh, Lord Theo... I can't... it's too much!"
Theo responded by increasing his tempo, driving deeper into her with every stroke. "Just a bit," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so good."
With one final, powerful thrust, he sent her spiraling over the edge, her body convulsing around him as she screamed out his name. Theo followed soon after, his release flooding into her, a testament to the connection they had just shared.
They lay there, entwined, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding. The air was thick with the scent of desire and satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the intense love they had just made.
After checking in on Theo and Lady Beatrice, Lily nods in understanding, then locks the door securely once again. She leans against it for a moment, her cheeks flushed with the memory of her own nights with Theo. She knew that she and Ely had done their part in preparing him for this moment, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride as she listened to the rhythmic sounds of passion from within.
With a sigh, she straightens her posture and heads back to the party, her steps lighter than before. She finds Ely waiting for her, her tail swishing nervously as she stands by the grand hall's entrance. Upon seeing Lily, she perks up, her eyes questioning.
"Everything is fine," Lily assures her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "They're... busy."
Ely nods, understanding immediately. "Should we tell Duchess Ashford?" she whispers, her voice low enough to avoid the prying ears of the nearby nobility.
"Yes, she'll want to know," Lily replies.
Together, they navigate through the throngs of nobles, the whispers and stares following them like a shadow. When they reach Duchess Ashford, Ely delivers the message with a small curtsey. "Your Grace, Lady Beatrice has requested to remain in Duke Theo's chamber for the night."
The duchess's eyes light up with understanding and a hint of mischief. "Ah, I see," she says, her voice filled with a knowing smile. "I suppose she's eager to get to know our hero better."
The empress, standing nearby, overhears the exchange and turns to her daughters with a knowing look. "Well, well," she says, her gaze lingering on Lady Arabella and Lady Seraphina. "It seems our dear Duke is quite busy this evening. Don't worry, my dears, you'll both have your turn to fulfill your duties to the prophecy."
The two sisters nod, their expressions a mix of anticipation and resignation. The empress's words serve as a gentle reminder of the gravity of their situation, the fate of Astra resting on the shoulders of these young women.
The night continues, the celebrations growing more raucous as the whispers of Theo's union with Lady Beatrice spread. The empress watches her daughters, her expression a mask of amusement. "Remember," she says to no one in particular, "he is precious. But so is his time."
The two guardians, now aware of the political implications of their actions, decide to return to the festivities. They mingle with the court, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble or discontent. The whispers of their own intimate moments with Theo have reached the ears of the nobility, and they can feel the weight of their newfound status.
Yet, amidst the glitz and glamour, their hearts are with their master, in that quiet chamber, securing the future of their world.