All Chapters of Rejected and Banished; The kids are his.: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Eva's POV. The door closed behind us as we walked into the house.I can't believe I returned here alive, and in triumph.Nicklaus walked beside me, his hand brushing against mine, the warmth of his touch sending tiny shivers up my arm. Every step we took felt heavy with all the emotions of the day... the victory, the revelations, the chaos we survived. But underneath it all, something stronger pulsed between us... need, at least I can speak for myself on that.The moment we entered our room, Nicklaus turned swiftly, locking the door behind us with a sharp click. Before I could even exhale, his hands were on me... trembling slightly as they slid down my arms and around my waist.“Nicklaus…” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, but he didn’t let me finish.He pressed me gently but urgently against the wall, his body fitting perfectly against mine as if the world had been waiting for this alignment. His eyes burned into mine, a storm of relief, desire, and love that made my knees weak

Eva's POV.The morning was already spilling into a full day when I finally decided to leave my room.Nicklaus had gone hours ago for his meeting with the elders, although I still felt his warmth in the sheets, I smiled at the memory as I brushed my hair in front of the mirror, pulling it into a simple braid.Today, I didn’t feel like being too royal. No heavy gown, no jewels. Just a soft blue dress and a light scarf over my shoulders.I opened the door and walked out, making my way down the staircase, I trailed my fingers along the banister as I went. As I turned the corner, I heard voices... it sounded hushed and I was intrigued, I slowed my steps instinctively, curiosity tugging at me. The voices came from the far end of the corridor near the servants’ hall; after the coronation, I had insisted the unused part of the mansion be opened to the housekeepers, just for those who doesn't want to go home often."Wait...wait, you’re saying we can eat now?” one voice whispered, sounding abs

Eva's POV."Yeah..." Nicklaus moaned, throwing his head back to the sky as he surrendered to my touch. "Fuck, yeah..."I held his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, and with the other I twisted my fingers up and down his massive cock while my mouth worked his tip, my tongue flicking over his most sensitive area like a delicate breeze. I liked how he tasted, musty and sweet. "Your mouth is so freaking hot," he said, thrusting his cock further down my throat.I could tell he was impressed at how much of him I could take in my mouth, with how he twitched pleasurably, his head thrown, pushing more of him into my mouth."C'mon, yes, uhhh!" He growled as I took his cock further into my mouth, sliding my soft lips down the shaft until the end of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Slowly I moved back, my lips tight around him as I let his hard cock fill my mouth. The movement went on with Nicklaus grunting loudly in absolute pleasure.Suddenly, his hand went to the back of my head grabbin

Eva's POV.I was turning the corner toward the side of the house that led to the garden when I caught movement in the shadows. Someone was trying to sneak through the side gate. I immediately slowed my steps. There were figures... one in the familiar uniform of the palace houseworkers, and another woman dressed plainly, her face half hidden beneath a hood.I folded my arms, stepping out from behind the corner.“Care to explain what exactly is going on here?”The younger one... the houseworker froze as if the ground had opened beneath her feet. The other woman gasped softly, her eyes wide with fear.“M... My Queen!” she stammered, nearly dropping the small bag she was carrying. “I... I didn’t see you there, I wasn’t... we weren’t doing anything wrong, I swear!”I raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s good to hear, but I would still like to know why the two of you are sneaking around my home like thieves.”Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I… I was just…”She glanced at the woman beside

Eva's POV.Nicklaus and I stood together, nude, bound together by a strip of gauzy fabric around our legs, I had taken off my towel and I was dripping in shame, the artist peered at us from behind his easel, pallet in hand. We were facing each other, my hands on his chest, his on my hips. The artist wrapped a thin sheet of fabric tightly around our legs, giving him some texture and color to contrast against our skin.We rested our heads together, with him gazing down at me, as if we'd just kissed. The artist fussed about our height difference, and I found myself up on my tiptoes, leaning against Nicklaus for balance. My breasts pressed against his chest. We pretended not to notice the way our pelvises were making contact.Satisfied, the artist retreated to his canvas to sketch and mix colors. I felt an odd blend of awkwardness and intimacy, pressed against his body like that in front of someone else."You're tensed, don't be." He whispered."I should be, this feels a little awkward."