บททั้งหมดของ Against the rules: The rise of the Queen : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Reluctant to leave Max, I slide out of the bath to see Azrael sitting in the center of the room, with his head in his hands. The shuffle of my foot pulls him out of his daze, and he looks right at me limping my way to the center. Max was true to his words. I am sore, in fact so sore that every step I put feels like a task. Azrael raises his eyebrows, looking at my form, and I tug my lips in a small acceptable smile, letting a pretense of shyness tug at the edge of the lips. Mirroring my smile, his eyes follow me through the course of the room, eyeing every insignificant action of mine. I settle on the bed, tilting my head in a question, “Why are you looking at me like that?”, I ask, and he crawls on his fours near my foot. The tiny crawl swayed his round and firm butt in all the right directions, the curve of his naked torso contouring with the chiseled muscles. I smirk at the crawl, eyeing his curves until he settles near my feet. Raising my eyebrows, I let him decipher the silent

" Adria, I want to be inside you", I say through my closed eyes, and the next second I feel the hot craven engulf me. Opening my eyes, I see her bite her lips, as her pussy stretches over me, " Max, you are huge. It's like you are splitting me down there. Ahhh… Fuck", she says and I circle my waist beneath her letting her feel me inside her. " Max. Right there", she says pressing over my chest. Her hips grind against mine, her body matching my twists, and now it was my turn to moan at the sensations building in me. As her pussy adjusts to my girth, she begins moving her curved hips up and down, taking me to the hilt with every bounce. I see myself, glide in and out of her heat, my length disappearing inside her, hitting her womb from the inside. She moans my name, her pace rhythmic, slow, and torturous for me. If only my hands were free, I would have pounded her right here. She bends over my chest, her lips capturing mine in a sensuous kiss, her lower body bouncing on my member

“Queen Adria, to what do I owe your visit”, the healer bows to me as I enter the chambers. My mind is still in a daze at the happenings in the hallway, but my body is reluctant to heed any thoughts. “Can you give me some energy potions? My body feels too weak from all the work, and I also feel dizzy since morning.”, I say, taking a seat near the healer. He walks to me, pinching my wrist between his index and thumb, and my eyes wander across the chambers until he finishes the routine check. “Hmm… It looks like your body is weak from the constant work, and it does not get enough nutrients from the food.”, he says circling to one of the cabinets behind me. “I would suggest you take some herbs to make up for the lack of nutrients. ”, he draws out glasses of herbs that I never bothered to learn and puts them in a small jute bag tucked from his waist. “Here. These will help you to feel better.”, I take the bag tucked between his fingers, when my nose again catches the whiff of the same

I sit along the bedside, with my head between my palms. My mind isn't working, it is just repeating the incidents of the entire day, again and again as if it wanted me to piece things together. But somewhere, something bugged me, something told me to not be rash and drastic. I wait in mom’s chamber, until all the extraneous people leave it, especially the ones that could think beyond gossip, and when I look up after fifteen minutes, I could only see one help standing beside mom. The biggest gossip bitch of the palace. I circle around the bed, walking towards her, “Tell me everything that mom did yesterday. And I dont want you to miss a single detail”. The words fall out of my mouth in anger, as my face contorts in a red tint of rage.I see the terror cross her eyes, and with me mere inches apart I could see the shiver in her body. “My queen. Yesterday, the queen mother… she… got up and followed all her routines normally. But…”, her eyes trail between me and mom, a layer of hesitanc

A figure tumbles across the hallway trying hard to keep up its balance. It shuffles through all the stairs, climbing each one with a rush leading it to trip almost on every step that it makes. The doors to the chamber are pushed with a loud thud, as the figure crouches holding on to the knees, catching every breath to inform the purpose of its arrival. “What happened? Why do you look like you are about to be killed?”, the healer asks, looking at the disheveled appearance of the figure on the door. “The queen knows the truth”, as soon as the words fell on the ears of the healer, his head snapped up, his eyes threatening to light up at the piece of information, but he needed to be sure before he celebrated anything. “How do you know?”, he asks, containing his happiness, and tucking it behind his cold demeanor. “I heard them…”, the figure takes a deep breath entering the chambers and closing the door behind them. “Yesterday night, I heard the Queen confronting Max about the situation