Delicacy Romane & Geschichten

Deliciously vulnerable. His hands explored her slowly now, savoring every inch. Fingertips traced from her collarbone down between her breasts, over the flat of her stomach, teasing the edge of her lace panties. He peeled them off with agonizing patience, the fabric dragging along her thighs and leaving a trail of heightened sensitivity. The scent of her arousal — sweet, musky, and heady — mingled with the lingering saffron, wine, and warm teak in the air as he lowered his mouth to her.

His manhood was right in front of her lips only a few inches away from the beauty. “Want to have some morning dew?” It took a few moments for Meagia to realise what he meant, she shrugged off his hand and stood up from the floor. “No, I don’t cater and taste random dicks.” She took one step but in the attempt she slipped because of the unadjusted duvet around her body.

What if he drags me back to our castle and punishes me for escaping? I heard a soft knock on the door and I opened it. It was Lenora with a bowl of soup and bread. “Here, I had cooked this earlier for Eliphas and Illyria. We had some leftovers, so I heated it up for you,” she mentioned and I happily grabbed the tray. The run through the woods made me hungry. I took a spoonful of the soup and the delicious taste and aroma made me even hungrier. After I took a bite of the bread, I just sat there, looking at the floor.

Only the head was still hairy, its eyes so big and alive. “This is a special delicacy of House Silverclaw. Roasted deer. Can you imagine something better?” Dela said with a huge smile. “Can you, Sully sweetheart?” I tried to smile. “No. There is nothing better.”

She is quite the delicacy' Fucking bastard!

The things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."

Angelica’s POV I sit across from Velan, candlelight dancing on the gold-rimmed plates. The table is laden with a decadent five-course feast, roast lamb sprinkled with rosemary, moose loin glazed with a dark reduction, caviar glistening on crisp blinis, a rare beef filet seared just so, and a delicate salad kissed with truffle vinaigrette. I sample each dish with care, the flavors exquisite yet fleeting on my tongue.

Before I could linger too long, she moved on. “This,” she said, uncovering another dish, “is honey-glazed venison from the northern highlands. The deer meat has been slow-cooked with mountain herbs to ensure tenderness.” A rich, sweet aroma filled the air. My stomach growled in response to the mouth-watering aroma and beautiful plating. “Beside it is river eel, braised in dark soy and spices imported from the southern kingdoms. It is considered a delicacy, even among nobles.” My fingers twitched slightly in my lap.

"Have you lost it? What are you doing?" I gently pushed his hands away and moved to the next ID. Then the next. 100 luxury deliveries in total. The delicacies span from wagyu steak, foie gras, and bluefin to tuna sashimi, each costing $500. Every order carried the same note: [Thank you for your hard work.] Riccardo's voice trembled. "She's gone mad." That night, KeyboardFury posted a smug update: a photo of the lavish lobster next to my note.

He leaned his elbow to watch Delilah's beautiful legs standing on tiptoe while eating Strawberries. "Lordes, why do you put the print so far inside? My hands are almost there, aaahh a bit more!" James's gaze grew wilder. His tongue had licked the corners of his lips a few times. Tired of taking and to no avail, Delilah straightened up and took a breath. "Lordes, why not just put the Strawberry down? I don't think that bad Mr. J will mind. What he knows about cake decorations are anyway," Delilah chirped more. Delilah began to suspect the creep over though she was still trying to reach the print.