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Matters Of The Throne

"Hold on..." The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon. Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back. "Wait." She murmurs... "I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress. It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..." The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?" No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead. "Hey! Move over, I can't see!" "See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!" "Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!" "Calm down everyone." Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"

Xing_Yue · Fantasy
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143 Chs

Chapter 104: Barrels Of Fine Wine (HH)

In comparison to the elegant mettle of faint laughter highlighted by the radiance from above.

The twirling of skirts and sway of hair captured by the light caress of a man's large hand.

As well as the leading of long straight legs in a dance akin to the scenario of a perfect picture book.

It was only in a blink of an eye before the scenery changed to one of hideous carnage. Men and women who displayed the pinnacle of social formality now charge forward like a crazed beast.

Hair was pulled to fling people aside while some fought for empty glasses placed on the table. Teeths were brandished under the deadly glint of painted nails as polished shoes raised with a scornful laugh.

Those who reached the delectable barrels lying in wait slowed their motions as shaking fingers reached out. With the most devoted expression akin to a worshiper of deadly faith, those digits pressed upon that simple tab.