Chapter 7 Wet Dreams And Heart-thumps

• —Fiona—
• The entire room is quiet. Still. Almost dead. Everyone is breathing less. Their gazes on me widened to the point where it might put a hole in me.
• Christian's hand on my thigh keeps moving. He is enjoying making me all squirmy by playing with me like this.
• I never expected that he would touch me. Surly, I knew he had a better view at seeing how anxious I was during the whole decision making thing especially at the Wolf ground suggestion.
• I had panicked. Gripped by the fear and the visions that plague my dream. The ones that turn it into a nightmare. I didn't keep my secret for this long only to be oust to the land of no return.
• I am not sneaking around studies, reading forbidden books that have been hidden away just so I can live the rest of my like as a weakling. My goal is simple. I have seen what I can do and I refuse to get caught without achieving a speck of my vision.
• “The Lycan Kings palace?” Elder Zach repeats, taking a step back. “Is that what you said?”
• “Yes.” I nod.
• “It is an abomination!” The high witch exclaims.
• “That is a strong word to use High witch.” Palace mother finally speaks up, coughing a bit to clear her throat. “It has never been used because at the beginning of the truce, the Kings still fought each other.”
• Apparently the old lady got a little hurt during the bombing of the treaty palace. If it weren't for her magical abilities, I am pretty sure she would have been more than hurt.
• “The palaces are unclean. They habor every ram and goat.” She insists. “They are better off living at the demon jurisdiction than staying at any of the kings palace.”
• “Excuse me, I feel insulted.” Xander interrupts. “We have rams and goats and we cherish them a lot.”
• “During your nightly hunts? Yes.” Elijah scoffs and Xander flips the man.
• “We can hold a cleansing ceremony for the ground before the usual banquet. 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 a witch. Either that or a priestess.
• Christian clears his throat squeezing the soft flesh of my thighs gently. Instinctively, I press my legs together, shocked to find that my pussy was wet.
• I shouldn't be so surprised given that a man like Christian was softly caressing my thighs, hands dangerously close to the soft mound between my legs. I swallow hard, the tingling sensation making me shift a bit as I pray to heaven that I dont orgasm in a room full of every important personality in the country.
• “I still refuse the idea. 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 tugs at his collar, taking 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 here and 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 whatever she was seated at. The camera shook, her white robe slipping by the shoulders to reveal a red robe.
• But it piqued my interest. A prophecy that spoke of the end of someone as powerful as High Priestess Adar Baguar? It seems I may have to broaden my search for the summit to my power.
• “Let us take Elder Zachs suggestion and retreat for now.” Christain 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.
• I am on my way back to the room when Chloe grabs me by the shoulder—the one with the demon's mark—and I wince, turning around to meet her hard glare. She pushes me back into the room, cornering me between the table and herself.
• Her eyes flicker to my shoulder and I internally freeze, my heart beating loud in my chest. “What exactly is it that happened during the accident Fiona?” She sweetly asks.
• “I..I don't remember. Xander saved me from..”
• She hisses, digging her nails into my elbows this time. “Would you rather have me propose we put you in the ancestral room!?”
• I shake my head at her. “It will be pointless. I don't remember.”
• She heaves, easing her hand off my elbow. “Good then. If none of you is willing to speak, I might as well propose asking about it in the ancestral room.”
• She gives me one last demeaning glance, reminding me I will be nothing of her calibre before exiting the room. Leaving me to gasp and turn around, hands to my chest while my eyes meet with Xander just outside the door.
• We hold gaze for a few seconds, those rogue eyes intently staring at me, boring words I am not able to hear into my soul. He walks past, whistling before calling out to Chloe. I have a feeling they are fuck buddies. And it is amusing seeing as witches don't really like Rogues so much.
• I leave for my room immediately after, giving the butler a note that I will be having my lunch in the room.
• If she does manages to get the proposal of putting me in the ancestral room passed, I will not only be fucked. I will be smoked to death. In the practical sense.
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• The rest of the day was quiet. Even dinner was quiet. It is almost as if my suggestion has made everyone silent, drawn into their own minds and thoughts. 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 pressing hard and softly massaging. The high I felt, the squirmy feeling between my legs, the heaves of my heavy 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.
• A banquet that will be teaming with some of the important personalities that can easily sniff me out.
• I soon fall asleep and slip easily into a dream. The same dream that plagued me at night. The one I am yet to make sense of. Except that this time it is different. This time I didn't see the three men. I feel them instead. It feels acutely 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 lips. I try to open my eyes but the dream is consuming and I feel another hand on my thigh. Familiar, strong, gripping. I clench my thighs together and the movement on my face stops.
• My body is falling into a curious state. I am still. 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. I am wet. I can smell my own arousal plus something raw. A scent so intoxicating it makes me want to squirm. The temperature is strange. My body is hot as the heat is too much. I push my chest upwards arching my back, pleading, 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 palm covers both my chest gently fondling my breasts. It's a strange feeling. I feel like I am floating on a cloud.
• Circles. Back and forth. A little petting to my clit and I am messy. Wet. Dripping with moisture that would beg a cock to slide in.
• The lust is heavy in the room. I can sense heavy breathing. I am gripping the sheets, my hips are moving in sync to the motion of the finger on my pussy. 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 voice coos. “Good girl.”
• And that is all it takes. That is all it takes for me to melt back into the mattress and sink into wet dreams and heart-thumps.