Chapter 9
Luelle
That dinner was terrible, like saggy balls. Praxis’s saggy balls.
Luelle chuckled to herself at her hilarious humor as she walked through the empty, old servants’ halls.
She made her way to the spot where she had previously seen Meir and Neoma screwing and sat in the chair that her fabulous self remembered to set up for her future, more fabulous self.
She sipped her wine and munched on her bread, waiting for someone to arrive.
Ael knew she was planning her escape from the dinner.
They had talked earlier about Meir’s and Neoma’s strange behavior, and Ael had asked her to keep a close eye on the two.
She was glad that her fake, drunken act fooled them, allowing her to escape and get early access to watch the room.
She really hoped someone would spill the beans tonight.
They were both acting so damn weird. She could feel that they were hiding something.
Meir never just took anyone in because they hadn’t seen the castle before.
The whole situation was suspicious, and Ael knew it too.
A few minutes later, just as Luelle was about to doze off from boredom in the uncomfortable chair, she heard the door open roughly and peeked through the hole.
Ugh… No! she thought, fighting back an audible groan.
Neoma and Praxis were roughly kissing. He had his hand inside her tacky dress and was roughly squeezing her breast. Luelle rolled her eyes.
That man would fuck anything that walks.
They fell onto the bed abruptly, making it squeak. Praxis tore off his shirt and ripped Neoma’s dress open from the front.
“Hey, I liked this one,” Neoma playfully chided him as she wiggled her body, letting her overly large breasts sway back and forth.
“I like it better this way,” Praxis said as he dove face-first into her chest. Neoma let out a fake moan, and she reached down and peeled her underwear off. Praxis lowered his face to her core and blew on it.
Neoma fake moaned again.
Ugh, this woman. And why do men fall for fake moans? Stupid idiots.
He smashed his head between her thighs, and she cried out like it was the best thing she had ever felt.
I know for a fact he sucks at this, she thought, covering her mouth with her hand and fighting the urge to laugh loudly at the display.
A faint chuckle escaped silently as she watched Praxis try his hardest with his short tongue to eat Neoma out. He stopped, stood up, and ripped his pants off. His extra-large cock sprang free, and Neoma gasped.
Luelle smirked when she saw his balls, just as saggy as the last time she saw them.
His cock is his only saving grace, sweetie.
Praxis spread Neoma’s legs apart and shoved himself in hard.
Neoma moaned loudly, and her eyes flared open wide.
Praxis fucked her quickly, grunting loudly through each thrust, and Luelle was about to pack up and leave when she saw Neoma reach over to the side table and grab a small, glass vial of green liquid.
Luelle paused and watched with bated breath.
Was that what she received from the witch?
Praxis’s grunting was loud, and the bed was rocking against the wall roughly.
Neoma was struggling as she poured a small amount onto Praxis’s back, and his body shifted into the perfect form of Ael, slightly shorter, but still Ael.
What the fuck. This fucking weirdo! She thought as her anger bubbled over.
She watched as Neoma hid the vile with the remaining green liquid under a nearby pillow, turning her attention back to Praxis.
She moaned loudly and forced Praxis over, climbing on top of him and sliding his cock back into her.
She rocked her hips quickly and fucked him hard, her moans finally real.
Luelle noticed the dark wing of a tattoo on her back that she hadn’t seen before.
Luelle bit her nails, lost in thought. This woman was causing problems. She knew Ael had feelings for Seda, and she could tell Seda felt something in return. They just needed time to work things out. She quite liked Seda and didn’t want to see her hurt.
She needed to find Ael and tell him what she had seen as soon as possible.
Luelle turned away from the gross scene and ran through the darkened corridor.