Chapter 7 Wet dreams

• —Fiona—
• The entire room is still. Almost dead. Everyone is breathing less and staring at me like they want to bore a hole in my head.
• Christian's hand on my thigh keeps moving. He definitely enjoys doing this. I never expected that he would touch me even though I knew he had a better view at seeing how anxious I am.
• Being surrounded by elders, I had panicked that someone might finally sniff me out and ask why I do not have a wolf energy.
• “The Lycan Kings palace?” Elder Zach repeats, taking a step back.
• “Yes.” I nod.
• “It is an abomination!” The High Witch exclaims.
• “That is a strong word to use witch.” The Palace Mother finally speaks up, coughing a bit to clear her throat. Apparently, she got a little hurt during the attack on the treaty palace “It has never been used because at the beginning of the truce, the Kings still fought each other.”
• “The palaces are unclean. They harbour every ram and goat.” She argues. “Even the demon's jurisdiction would be cleaner.”
• “Excuse me, I feel insulted.” Xander interrupts. “We have rams and goats and we cherish them.”
• “During your nightly hunts? Yes.” Elijah mocks and Xander flips the man.
• “We can hold a cleansing ceremony for the palace and the King can close the ancient palace chambers.” Another lady suggested, gently painting her nails on the screen. I don't know who she was but I suspected she was either a witch or a priestess.
• Christian clears his throat, squeezing the soft flesh of my thighs gently. Instinctively, I pressed my legs together, shocked to find that I was already wet. I swallow hard, enjoying the slippery feel of my pussy as I hope to heaven that I don't orgasm in a room full of every important personality in the country.
• “Cleansing ritual or not, it is untold for. The Antique will laugh our traditions off if they find out.” The High Witch sounded impossible to persuade.
• Elder Zach took a seat next to Xander who appeared bored. “We should retreat and think about it. Tomorrow, we can make a final decision.” He suggested.
• “No!” She was adamant. “We are refusing right now! What do you expect when you leave such an important decision to a powerless child?”
• “We all know the real reason the witches put a taboo on using any of the king's palace is because of the prophecy of your outing Adar. You fear the end of your regime.” He gently states, eyes trained on the huge screen before us.
• “ZACHARIAH!” She screamed, slamming her hands against a table. The camera shook, her white robe slipping by the shoulders to reveal a red inner.
• But it piqued my interest. A prophecy that spoke of the end of someone as powerful as High Witch Adar Baguar—the interim Queen in the East? It seems I may have to broaden my search for the summit to Sternola's history.
• “Let us take Elder Zach's suggestion and retreat.” Christian suggested, easing his hand off my thigh.
• My shoulders instantly relax as the screens before us go blank and everyone begins to disperse the room. Elder Zach casts me a knowing glance before walking with Elijah, his hand behind his back and lips whispering words I cannot make sense of.
• The rogue walks past me, giving me a weird side look before whistling and calling out to Chloe. I have a feeling they are fuck buddies. And it is amusing seeing as Witches don't like Rogues.
• I leave for my room, giving the butler a note that I will be having my lunch separately.
• The rest of the day was silent. Even dinner was quiet. It is almost as if my suggestion has made everyone draw into their mind. And the curiosity I felt to read their thoughts and know in what regard they took the conversation was high.
• But as I laid in bed and tried to mentalise what the room felt like again when I spoke, all I remembered were his palm. That strong hand on my thigh softly massaging. The high I felt, the squirmy feeling between my legs, the heaves of my breasts.
• I turn around, willing the sleep to take over me. To engulf me so I can strategize better for tomorrow. Elder Zach had announced at dinner that he would be throwing us a proper banquet tomorrow night and I must avoid the Elder.
• I soon fall asleep and slip easily into a dream. The same dream that follows me at night. Except that this time it's different. I didn't see the three men, they weren't chasing me. I felt them instead. And it was too real.
• I am laying in bed, eyes closed, the room is as dark as I remembered it to be. A hand comes up to my face, gentle fingers touching my chin, tracing it across the seams of my lips. I try to open my eyes but the dream is consuming and I feel another hand on my thigh. Familiar. Strong. I clench my thighs together and the movement on my face stops.
• My body is falling into a curious state. I want to make sense of what is happening. The hand returns, this time to my collar bone, caressing the soft skin around it and moving towards my chest. The rise and fall of my heart is in sync with the hand on my thigh now. The one slowly crawling up my dress, fingers gently tugging at my skin, marking every inch, every spot, every line that leads to my inner thighs.
• Instinctively, I part my legs waiting for more. My nipples are hard. It takes a few touches to get me wet. I can smell my own arousal plus something raw. A scent so intoxicating it makes me want more. My body is hot as the heat is too much. I push my chest upwards arching my back, eyes closed, the dream taking me to a state of sexual high.
• Gentle fingers push my panties aside and a feather-like touch caresses my pussy. I clench, the tension building, my body already sensitive. Huge palms covering both my chest and fondling my breasts. Tugging at my sensitive nipples. It's a first for me. One palm squeezes my breast and the feeling rushes right to my aching bud.
• Circles. Back and forth. A little petting to my clit and I am messy. Dripping with moisture that would beg a cock to slide in.
• The lust is heavy in the room. I hear heavy breathing. I am gripping the sheets, my hips are moving in sync to the motion of the finger on my bud. My breasts are being teased to a state that brings me over the edge.
• One single warm rub to my clit and I curl over. Lips parting in a silent moan as an orgasm rakes through my entire body. Convulsing me off the mattress, sending shivers to my spine, stiffening my toes and pointing them outwards.
• Seconds after, I relax and wet fingers brush over my lips. I want to speak. I want to open my eyes and realise this is all a dream but I am trapped. Entranced in my own lust filled state.
• As if aware I am already sinking back into a deep sleep and won't be acutely bothered, a deep voice coos. “Good girl.”
• And that's all it takes for me to melt back into the mattress and sink into wet dreams.