Milady Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

The smoke rose in slow swirls. “Milady,” Tiara said gently. “It is time to prepare you.” Ayla looked at her, confused. “Prepare me?” Tiara smiled kindly and dropped some scented herbs onto the coals. The smoke changed, turning sweet and soft. “You need to squat over the smoke,” she said softly. “Let it enter your body. It is to give the King greater pleasure.” Ayla froze. “What?” she whispered. Tiara’s smile faded. She saw the fear in Ayla’s eyes and stepped forward.

“We don’t know either. It was truly… A miracle.” Miracle? Mallory stopped herself from saying, ‘Am the Goddess’ Blessed.’ She made her stand up and take a bath to dress up. “Why?” Mallory blurted out as soon as she stepped into the bath. She looked and envy almost floated in her heart as soon as she saw a heated bath. It was still morning, but heated baths were always welcome. Mallory shook her head and took hold of her focus. “Why would I dress up for? Can’t I just go home?”

Zezi rushed to her, holding her hand again in a desperate plea. "You must help me get out of here." Gwen's smile fell when she looked up at her, it reminded Zezi of that day that she had seen those lashes on her skin. They were gone now though. "Even if I wanted to, Milady, I cannot. I cannot defile my Sire." She said, her voice as cold as ice and as firm as she had ever heard it. It was almost like as if there was a fear of a distant memory keeping her act in order. Then she smiled broadly, like as if tension hadn't just filled the room to the point of suffocation.

“Let me take care of you again, Lila.” He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gently spreading my thick thighs wider. I felt exposed, but the way he looked at me — like I was something precious — made me stay still. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, his breath warm against my inner thigh. “Already so wet and glistening for me. You’re dripping, baby.” I blushed hard, my cheeks burning. Miles leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up my folds. The sensation made me gasp and grip the edge of the counter.

The reflection in the mirror smiled—her own face, moving without her. And the woman inside whispered, “You don’t belong here, stranger.” --- End of Chapter 1 Next: “Chapter 2 – The Lady in the Mirror”

Chapter 139 Milly thought as she continued walking over to her room. Anyway she doesn't know why her mother was actually caring about what she was doing right now, but she really doesn't mind though, she was going to make sure she did whatever pleased her. The only person that she cares about in the family wasn't really there at the moment, so she has freedom to do whatever she really wants to do right now. She thought and sighed as she finally arrived at her room door. She opened the door, and started walking into the room immediately. She went in and shut the door behind her immediately, as she headed straight to the bathroom. Immediately she got to the bathroom, she started taking off her

“Time for a splendid make-over Milady!” First, they made me sit on a white couch in front of a white vanity, letting me see my reflection through the mirror. They formed a circle around me and they looked at each other first, then at me, they gave me a meaningful smile which brought shiver down to my spine. Why do they look like they’re going to torture me? They put so may boxes in front of me and brushes with different sizes. I flinched as they began putting powder on my face. ***

Her white shirt now tainted with blood . " Milady !" Cici took hold of Chelsea and guided her to the bathroom , where Chelsea doubled over and vomited , emptying her already empty stomach . " Mi'lady are you alright ?" Cici asked worriedly . " I'm fine , go and bring some change of clothes " Chelsea told the worried looking Cici , who now started to shiver due to her anxiousness. " Yes " still shivering and trembling Cici turned to leave . Once Cici was out of earshot, Chelsea leaned on the wash basin , taking in her horrifying reflection, her skin was pale , paler than usual while her lips were dyed in a horrible blood red colour .She was still looking at her reflection when it happened

She smiled, a look of understanding and strength on her face. “You’ll do great. Just remember who you are and why you’re doing this.” Mirella handed me a black dress that hugged every curve of my body. While it had no cleavage at the front, the back was entirely bare, adding a daring, sensual touch. The sleeveless dress ended mid-thigh, and the high heels elongated my legs, making them appear even more striking. Mirella also took care of my makeup. With expert hands, she created a bold look that highlighted my dark eyes, giving my gaze an even more intense allure.

Arthur asked curiously. “Silencing charm, to bring the quiet in the fold,” Mila spoke as they were all alone in the small squared curtain tent. Mila undid the knots of her dress and dropped them on the floor. “I read today,” Mila smiled as she unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts to a surprised Arthur in the broad daylight. “What did you read?” Arthur spoke clearing his throat, unable to remove his eyes from her firm nipples. Mila raised her hands to move her breasts and Arthur’s pants twitched heavily.