Chapter 87: Return *
Chapter 87: Return *
“Congratulations Vanessa, you are now a Royal Guardian! You must dedicate your life to protecting the King and his Kingdom.”
“Vanessa, the future of the Herrings is now on your shoulders. You must serve the Royals well.”
“You have been assigned to protect her highness princess Evelyn. You must…”
“You must…”
“You must…”
“You…”
Vanessa abruptly opened her eyes and gasped for breath. All she could see was complete darkness. She tried to get up, but something was pressing down on her chest, holding her from sitting up from the comfy surface she was lying upon.
These strange and eerie conditions in her half-asleep state activated her amygdala, urging her to escape. She used all of her strength to sit up, pushing the obstacle that was pushing her down. Seeing no way out, she subconsciously began to shriek.
“Aaaaaaaah!” Her scream resounded through the darkness.
“Shut up.” A familiar, sleepy but charming nonetheless, voice entered her ears- soothing her.
She stopped screaming and squirming as she composed herself. She blinked a few times, clearing her eyes before looking around again. It was complete darkness a before. But just to her left, a few inches away from her face lied a sleeping, demonically handsome face. His breaths brushed through her face, reddening it.
‘Oh yes, I am a body pillow.’ She sighed… in relief.
Soon, she squinted. Something… was not feeling right. She looked down, and saw her naked breasts rubbing against his strong arm. Her face flushed as she was again on the verge of screaming. But she suddenly stopped, she began to remember all the outrageous deeds she committed before losing consciousness. Blood almost bursted out from her beet red cheeks.
She wanted to get up, dress herself and run away. But after she looked at his otherworldly face again and sighed. Any sort of resistance against him- was futile. She closed her eyes again, going back to sleep.
She did not have anymore nightmares that night- only dreams that wetted her crotch and bed.
******
The next morning. Both Adrian and Vanessa secretly left the city of Ris.
Since waking up, Vanessa did her best to avoid any sort of eye contact with Adrian. What she did the last night was fine. She was ‘forced’ after all.
But this morning, he had waken up and caught her masturbating red handed. What else could she do? The steamy dreams she lived through all night made her extremely excited and she needed it to vent it out somehow. And his exceedingly handsome countenance just happened to be a few centimetres away from hers.
Hence, she began to stroke her own opening with her fingers while looking at his face and fantasising. The risk of being found out only added to the fun. But just when she was at the peak of her excitement, he opened his abyssal eyes, looked into hers and smiled.
And that was the exact fucking time she climaxed, releasing her juices and of course- a loud and long moan.
But embarrassment was not the only reason she was avoiding meeting his eyes, it was something else altogether. She did the same thing that innkeeper tried to do. And every time she remembered that poor young lady’s fate- a scene flashed in her mind, where she replaced Lamisa the Innkeeper. And she got goosebumps every time.
“What?” Adrian’s voice entered her ears. “Worried that you might get banged inside all of your holes?”
Chills ran down her spine. Her face grimaced from the very thought of going through that.
Both of them were on the horses she bought back at Ris. They jogged through the slightly cold atmosphere of the Marquessate of Rimor.
“Relax.” He continued. “I said that you are my possession from now on. And I am very possessive.”
Vanessa sighed and smiled wryly. She did not know what to feel.
Now that she was safe, at least according to him, she gathered up all of her courage.
She looked at him, who was just to her left- riding on the handsome stallion she bought with a few gold coins. For some reasons, he insisted on buying this one.
“Who is she? How come I have never heard of Lady Blue Moon before?”
“Even the king is not sure of her existence. Only the ones at the level of High King and above are aware of her.”
“Who is she?” His answer only made her more curious of ‘her’ identity.
“She controls half of the underworld of the Nemphis and one fourth of that of the Confederation.”
She gasped in astonishment. That blue masked lady was that influential?
She again looked at Adrian. “Is she-“
“Yes, and no.” Adrian was looking ahead as always, not even bothering to look into her eyes.
She frowned. His answers were always shrouded by a veil of mystery. But her ears were peaked nonetheless- knowing he would remove the veils himself.
“‘Was’ would be a better term to use here. But she is still quite influential in the family.”
Vanessa’s eyes lit up. Her whole body started to tremble in excitement. “That means…”
“Let’s see.” But Adrian was nonchalant as he rode his horse to the North.
Vanessa silently followed.
Afternoon.
Both of them had reached their destination. It was a relatively large eatery at the city of Dochlow, a city which was situated a few miles Southeast of the capital.
They were to rendezvous with the delegation coach and hide in it.
They had been waiting for an hour. And in due time, the carriage arrived. Once everyone was out, both Adrian and Vanessa sneaked into the secret compartment of the carriage.
The Academy delegation did not leave any any guards behind. Who would dare to mess with them anyway?
Evening.
The delegation reached the Academy.
But both Adrian and Vanessa waited for two whole hours before the door opened. It was Rastia.
Adrian jumped out of the compartment. Vanessa followed.
“How was the trip?” Rastia asked with a smile.
Adrian reached out and held both of her jugs before fondling them. “How can I fail?”
Rastia blushed as she turned toward Vanessa. Seeing a blush on Vanessa’s face, with no signs of disgust- she smiled. ‘As expected.’
“Isabella is back.”
“Oh. Seems like all went according to plan.” He kept kneading those soft melons.
“She stayed with us last night.” A naughty smile surfaced on her.
“No wonder you look sleepy.” He finally let go of her breasts.
His eyes grew serious, scaring Rastia a bit.
“It’s about time I have a serious talk with my maid.”