Ella leaned upward, meeting Kaczor's kiss, moaning against her mouth as she continued to coax her through her orgasm. The praise—even as crude as it was, was welcomed. Flushed, and trembling at the overstimulation, she was agreeable, pliable. Putty in the other's hands.
And before she could whisper in response to her fiancee's sweet nothings, she whispered that she'd always take care of her and...
She heard her father yell, and lurch forward. Likely to grab her, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a servant get between the scene at the table, and the man whose face was changing color rapidly.
Ella pushed herself upright, even as Kazcor righted her dress, ensured she was covered. She scrambled off of the table, flinching when her father raised his voice. She was crying, though she didn't realize it.
And before her father, who had shoved past the servant could grab her, she darted past him, past Kazcor's father, and towards the gardens. And she was gone into a section they didn't explore today, before anyone could grab her.
In the Gallery, her father was bright red, threatening to turn purple with rage. [q]Your...[q] He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the cum on the floor, on the side of the table, [q]...daughter has ruined mine.[q] His hands were balled into fists, at his side without his usual punching bag in range.
The Calidus' patriarch eventually stalked towards Kazcor, hissing as he passed, [q]Foolish bitch. Now you're stuck with her.[q] Once he was finished making demands of the Tilani's, reassured that yes, Kazcor would marry the girl, the Calidus' patriarch would leave. Little ceremony to it, and he didn't bother to ask about the bride price. That'd been ruined for him the moment he'd caught Ella exposed on the table.
Ella had slipped through the gardens and back into the estate manor, locking herself into a room on an unexplored, unknown wing. But there was a window seat, and once she was certain the door was locked, she curled up there and cried.
It'd be a while before anyone thought to look for her here, she'd passed a lonely servant wiping windows, but she could hear them—though she couldn't yet see them—searching the gardens.
Eventually, she drifted to sleep. Tired after the range of emotions and sensations Kazcor had introduced her to... after her father's outburst. After the fact that she really had no choice, now. She had to hope the Tilani heir wanted her.
And before she could whisper in response to her fiancee's sweet nothings, she whispered that she'd always take care of her and...
She heard her father yell, and lurch forward. Likely to grab her, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a servant get between the scene at the table, and the man whose face was changing color rapidly.
Ella pushed herself upright, even as Kazcor righted her dress, ensured she was covered. She scrambled off of the table, flinching when her father raised his voice. She was crying, though she didn't realize it.
And before her father, who had shoved past the servant could grab her, she darted past him, past Kazcor's father, and towards the gardens. And she was gone into a section they didn't explore today, before anyone could grab her.
In the Gallery, her father was bright red, threatening to turn purple with rage. [q]Your...[q] He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the cum on the floor, on the side of the table, [q]...daughter has ruined mine.[q] His hands were balled into fists, at his side without his usual punching bag in range.
The Calidus' patriarch eventually stalked towards Kazcor, hissing as he passed, [q]Foolish bitch. Now you're stuck with her.[q] Once he was finished making demands of the Tilani's, reassured that yes, Kazcor would marry the girl, the Calidus' patriarch would leave. Little ceremony to it, and he didn't bother to ask about the bride price. That'd been ruined for him the moment he'd caught Ella exposed on the table.
Ella had slipped through the gardens and back into the estate manor, locking herself into a room on an unexplored, unknown wing. But there was a window seat, and once she was certain the door was locked, she curled up there and cried.
It'd be a while before anyone thought to look for her here, she'd passed a lonely servant wiping windows, but she could hear them—though she couldn't yet see them—searching the gardens.
Eventually, she drifted to sleep. Tired after the range of emotions and sensations Kazcor had introduced her to... after her father's outburst. After the fact that she really had no choice, now. She had to hope the Tilani heir wanted her.
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