Bab 11: Chapter 11**
They would train every imperial heir from childhood in ethics and mannerism. And Hilda was no exception. However, the person sitting on the other side of the long dining table could be regarded as the epitome of etiquette.
Hilda put a spoonful of soup in her mouth while stealing glances at Fiona. There was no unnecessary movement, even if Fiona was wearing a somewhat luxuriant dress.
The cut around the chest reached to her belly button, totally exposing all the inner sides of her pairs of healthy knockers. And she had no intention of concealing her tits' jiggly movement, which was the result of her every action.
Mesmerized, Hilda continued to drink the nonexistent soup which her spoon was scooping up from the now empty soup bowl, as she could not take her eyes off the breast.
"Are they efficient?" When Fiona noticed Hilda staring at her breasts, she smirked. It made her happy and gave her the feeling of being young again. She was still pleased that she could entice people with her assets.
"Very," Hilda continued to feast on the sight.
"So, your highness, the imperial prince is happy with the soldiers I have sent to him?"
"Oh!" Hilda looked up to find Fiona was still smiling at her. "Of course. After all, the resource of the marchioness is something I had never seen before."
"My lady," Wolfy interrupted Hilda's enjoyment of Fiona's triumphant smile. When Hilda turned around to look, she realized Wolfy wasn't talking about her.
"My lady, please be careful." Wolfy helped Rhea to clean the soup that had fallen on her dress.
Rhea was sitting just beside her, eating her soups and mashed down dishes in silence. As Fiona was here, she had lost her usual cheerfulness. In the presence of Fiona, she was like a frightened lamb, not daring to do any excess movement.
While eating in silence, she continued to steal glances at Hilda and Fiona. And a moment of carelessness was enough to spill a spoonful to ruin her beautiful dress.
"You are messy as always." Fiona frowned as she demonstrated how things should be done, "You are an imperial princess now. When will you learn not to shame the prince?"
Rhea was quick to avert her eyes and continued to stare at the lukewarm food in front of her. Even if Wolfy was trying to clean the mess on her dress, she didn't move an inch.
Hilda was at a loss for what to do in this situation. She didn't mind if Rhea was a mess as long as she was happy, but she didn't know how to respond without offending the marchioness.
She looked at Wolfy to help. However, Wolfy glared at her without saying a single word. She spoke to Rhea in a soft tone, "my lady, please come with me. We need to clean it up."
Yet Rhea was like a stubborn mule, continued to sit beside Hilda while staring at the soup bowl without saying a single word. She was rubbing her hand beneath the table, not daring to show her emotion on her face.
Hilda didn't miss her anxiousness and gave a light pat on her head. As soon as Rhea looked at her in confusion, Hilda gave a bright smile, saying, "Don't worry about small things. Just do what you want to do."
Amid the heavy atmosphere, an innocent smile was about to appear on her face. However, a disgruntled voice from the other side of the dining table interrupted it before it could fully bloom.
"My prince, you should be strict with her. Otherwise, she will make you lose your face in front of other nobles." With Fiona's words, silence enveloped the room.
Rhea's hand rubbing came to a halt as if her whole body had frozen over. The painful memories of the very recent past resurfaced in her mind as soon as she remembered the education techniques of the marquess house.
On the other hand, her words dumbfounded Wolfy. 'My prince' was something that the prince's wife, consorts, or concubine could only use. Yet this woman called her with no hesitation.
She really hated listening to those words coming out of this woman's mouth for some reason. Yet what infuriated her more was that Hilda was accepting it as if it was natural.
On the other hand, Hilda was dissatisfied with something as well. "Thank you, marchioness, for your concern," she said, a gentle smile on her face as she turned to Fiona.
As Fiona was expecting some more praise, Hilda added, "Rhea is my princess. The emerald princess. Why does she need to worry about losing face?"
Hilda patted Rhea's head, who was still staring at the plate in front of her, adding, "It should be everybody else who should be worried that they might not agitate my princess with their careless words."
The knife that was cutting into the food came to an unexpected halt. Fiona looked up to confirm that she had heard it wrong. However, she only found Hilda was smiling brightly at Rhea.
As Rhea was still hesitating to meet Hilda's eyes, Hilda grabbed her chin and pulled her closer before planting a soft kiss on her lips.
Rhea's eyes flung open as she stared right into Hilda's eyes. Being at the receiving end of Hilda's smile, confusion replaced her angst.
Yet when she saw Hilda was coming close to give her another kiss, she received with open lips. After all, it was the only source of happiness. They continued to kiss for a while without caring about the surrounding people.
Naturally, Fiona's mood turned foul, whereas Wolfy had no idea how to feel. She was happy that Hilda chose to stand up for Rhea, and she liked Rhea too.
However, watching them kissing each other for some reason, she felt empty inside. As if something precious has been stolen away from her. For the moment, she just looked the other way.
Even if it went on for a long time, Rhea looked at Hilda with resentment in her eyes when she stopped abruptly. Gazing at the eager eyes, Hilda couldn't stop herself from smiling.
She moved in closer, whispering in Rhea's ear, "Don't worry, I am not going anywhere." Rhea quickly averted her eyes and continued to stare at the ground. "You should get yourself cleaned up. You can see how much Wolfy is worried about you, right?" Receiving a soft nod from Rhea, who stole a glance at Wolfy, Hilda added, "I just need to have a good chat with the marchioness."
Rhea quickly grabbed Hilda's hand as soon as she heard the word 'marchioness.' She anxiously looked at Fiona as if she was some kind of monster before turning to Hilda.
'She is cute.' In her eyes, Rhea looked very cute. Only she knew how much she tried to control herself, not to jump at Rhea.
"Don't you know who I am? I am the imperial prince." Hilda whispered in Rhea's ear. "If you want, I can punish the marchioness."
Rhea's grip on Hilda's hand tightened as she looked at her, not believing a single word she said. Hilda simply smiled, saying, "Do you want to do it?"
Rhea shook her head without hesitation. Hilda stole a glance at Fiona, who was totally concentrating on the food in front of her.
"Maybe just a little?"
Rhea shook her head more fervently. Hilda simply smiled as she nodded, "as long as you don't want it. But you should get yourself cleaned up. Wolfy is waiting for you."
Rhea followed Wolfy with a nod. Wolfy, on the other hand, glared angrily at Hilda before walking away without saying anything.
"Is the food of your liking?" Hilda took a bite of her cold food before asking.
"The atmosphere could also affect the taste of the food." One look at her, and Hilda understood Fiona wasn't happy with the outcome. "Though I don't question the skill of the chef, I couldn't say the same about everything else."
"If you are not happy with it, we can change the atmosphere." Hilda smirked, adding, "maybe the atmosphere of the room that is prepared for the marchioness would be more up to your taste."
"Because the imperial prince is young, he may not realize that once a moment has passed, there is no way to return to it."
Fiona placed her cutlery on the table without making a sound, nodded to Hilda, and walked away from the table. Hilda, however, grabbed her hand before she could reach the door.
With an unexpected pull, Fiona slammed into Hilda's chest. Hilda sealed her lips shut before Fiona could voice her discontent. Her attempt to break free from the embrace was a disaster.
Grabbing her waist, Hilda pulled her off the ground, twirl around before putting her on the dinner table. Throughout the ordeal, Hilda kept trying to enter Fiona's stubborn mouth with her tongue.
Maybe the dress didn't have the ability to hide Fiona's pulpy assets in the first place, or it was because of the sudden rotation that Fiona's left honey melon proudly came out of its hideout.
Fiona, who had no intention of letting Hilda in, didn't realize the blooper and continued to resist. So Hilda had to stop at last.
"If the mood is ruined, we can make a new one." Fiona just stared at her as she spoke. "My dear marchioness had pushed me to the point of no return,"
"You?"
"Someone is frantically attempting to seduce me. What am I supposed to do about this? "
Hilda grabbed Fiona's hand and slid it down her trouser. Despite the fabrics between their skin, Fiona recognized the meat shaft that had already destroyed her mouth once.
Recollecting her ecstatic moment, Fiona took a deep breath as the wand in her hand pulsed rhythmically. Even if she wanted to stop, Fiona couldn't stop herself from thoroughly inspect it.
After rubbing the pointy tip, she moved her hand to grip the bulging middle and squeeze hard. Hilda gave off an aroused moan as Fiona was inspecting every part of her prized possession.
Hilda moved closer and gave Fiona another kiss. This time she was more welcoming and parted her teeth to let Hilda's tongue in.
Fiona's thoughts, on the other hand, were elsewhere. She became aware of a problem as she moved her hand down the shaft. It's no longer there. She couldn't find it no matter where she looked.
"The thing you are looking for is not there. It's not the time yet." Hilda whispered in her ears.
Curious, she asked, "Then when?"
"Do you really want to listen?" Under her hypnotic whisper, Fiona nodded.
Hilda, on the other hand, couldn't help but tease her, saying, "I wanted to show it to you, let you feel it inside you, but." Hilda looked her in the eyes and stated solemnly, "but someone had said that I had wasted the mood. So, uh, uh, uh, uh."
Fiona impatiently gave Hilda's shaft a hard squeeze. On the next moment, she moved her hand through the undergarment and grab hold of her destined wand.
Hilda was caught off guard for the first time. She hadn't expected Fiona to be so aggressive. She, too, did not want to be dominated, so she moved her mouth along Fiona's body and took the exposed melon in her mouth.
As a mother of three, her not-so-saggy breast was covered in stretch marks. However, the dark areola that surrounded her breast peaks was more prominent than her stretchmarks.
But it was the hard extra-long boob boner that had piqued her interest the most. Hilda devoured the entire thing, squeezing it between the top of her mouth and tongue.
"Ummm!" Fiona moaned loudly as her grip tightened around Hilda's penis. She looked down to found Hilda was manhandling her hard nipple inside her mouth.
"But that is for children. Even if you do that, nothing will come out." She wanted to say something, but she couldn't.
Fiona felt waves of bliss drown her body every time Hilda squeezed the nipple hard in her mouth. She didn't care why Hilda was doing it; she just didn't want her to stop.
Her moan became more audible, her hand along Hilda's sensitive shaft became more fluid, and her waist buckled as she felt something gushed down her love canal.
Hilda wanted to tease Fiona a little because she noticed a change in her body. However, as soon as her tongue let go of the nipple, Fiona's hand pressed her face against the soft mound once more.
"Don't you dare to stop?" Like a hungry bitch, she growled as she tried to stuff her nipple back into Hilda's mouth.
Hilda frowned in her heart as she felt that she was being dominated. All her life was always the one on the top. She was always the one who forced others to do her bidding, yet…
However, she didn't dare to stop. After all, she could feel the root of her meats shart was beginning to swell, as Fiona was fiercely yanking it off.
'It's for mutual satisfaction.' Hilda told her wounded pride as she continued to suck on her soft sweet meat prick.
With each passing moment, Fiona's voice became louder and louder. Compared to Wolfy, she was much more vocal and shameless.
Hilda had the impression that Fiona wasn't just moaning in ecstasy but was also announcing to everyone in the mansion that she was the lord of the manor's partner. Whatever the reason, it aroused Hilda's passion even more.
Hilda could feel the moaning intensifying as Fiona's hand moved more violently along her shaft. Fiona's body trembled as she tightened her grip on Hilda's shaft.
Fiona screamed in pleasure as Hilda's knee buckled, and she released the load directly into Fiona's hand. Everything fell silent a split second later as two sweaty, exhausted warriors struggled to catch their breath.
*Bang*
'Not again.' Even before she could see who opened the door, Hilda screamed in her mind. Unsurprisingly, it was Rhea.
As soon as Rhea opened the door, she walked straight towards them. She stared at the pair of exposed knockers on the chest of Fiona, who was yet to recover from her violent orgasm.
When Hilda looked at Rhea, she noticed a tinge of sadness in her eyes. Hilda couldn't help but avert her gaze. She had the feeling she had done something wrong.
In contrast, Rhea grabbed Hilda's hand and tried to pull her away from Fiona's naked chest. Hilda simply did as Rhea asked. Rhea dragged Hilda out of the room without a word, leaving Fiona on the table, who had yet to regain consciousness following the erotic endeavor.
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