Northern Palace

Wiggie smiled triumphantly over and over again, as she saw Gerald running beside her, in a forest, a place where they could share warmth. Her feet move quickly, almost comparable to a skilled ninja, her heart racing beyond her feet, which must control her breath as well as various other pressures, including desire pressure in her under stomach.

How much she wanted to pull him into the shade of the tree's shadows, under the wonderful moonlight, then they shared the saliva, shared their body warmth, coiling and moving against each other, feeling the stroke that shook them. Felt so great.

She took a very long breath, feeling her chest rise and fall when she saw his big figure. Maybe she will be torn apart if they sleep together in full lust when they love each other. And she always has time to wait for it, no matter what. All she wants now is Gerald, only him. His tiny lips would move around her chest and then lick her two sweet cherries. She felt herself pulsating, swollen in some part while she tried to clasp herself in vain.

'I'll get him,' she thought to herself. 'Surely I can get him.' Subconsciously she moaned softly, when she accidentally hit his body, almost fell on him. However, her maneuvers are quite agile, even exceeding his expectations. She immediately stood back up, running quickly through the dense Mangrovee Forest, and was known to be awful.

After they deal with the agreement, finally that night they went to save Lyra who was 'hostage' in Were. Gerald had time to meet Tania, and told her everything, although in outline. As he expected, she was shaking and worried. Lyra is her savior, with whom she will be forever. That is her goal in life. If Lyra dies, then everything is in vain, not much different for him.

They stopped for a moment to hide, panting behind a huge tree. Gerald's figure was like a downy ball of fur.

"What is it?" he said, confused, trying to peek but Wiggie forbade him.

"There are guards on patrol. I had no idea that they patrolled this far."

Mangrovee Forest is a forest that surrounds Wereal, with an area that cannot be ascertained, and also a fairly risky exploration field. There are quite some wild wolves in the forest, then the plains which have enough indentations and rocks, the soil in some places too loose to make a tree fall due to strong winds.

Therefore, without someone who experienced passing through it, Gerald might be difficult to reach that point. Unconsciously he stared at Wiggie for a long time, empathizing with her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked suddenly. "If you want to touch and sleep with me here now I will reject you. We still have important tasks to do."

"You're right," whispered Gerald, causing Wiggie to widen in surprise and blush. Even though she was just teasing him. "The guards are already away. Let's move again."

"U-uh, yeah, come on!" She had to wake up from her daydream. It was the only way he could rely on her, for him to believe that she wasn't just a helpless slave. She has power, she wants to prove it to him, so if he has doubts about her, it should be thrown away. She is the right woman for him to love.

Finally, they moved again, in silence but still at an above-average speed. In a brief time, they were finally able to arrive at a post where the soldiers took turns.

There was a friend who was owned by her late brother, who sat while observing the surroundings. After asking Gerald to stay hidden, she finally came forward to approach the soldier. Behind her back swelled a cloth filled with garlands.

She seemed to be talking to the soldier, while Gerald kept watching from behind a tree that was bigger than his size. In one rare moment, his gaze was fixed on her, who looked both so graceful and gorgeous. The look on her face that seemed brutal and too brave suddenly vanished, replaced with a soft and very fragile impression.

That side that Gerald had always liked, that made him helpless at the sight of her, that made him want to protect her almost all the time. But when that impression disappeared from her face, for example like now, then his consciousness immediately returned. He knew that he didn't love her. He only had the urge to protect someone, especially the women.

"There's something strange here," said Wiggie suddenly as she approached, not realizing that Gerald had just woken up from a daydream about her. "I asked about Lyra, but Albert said she wouldn't be executed."

"Eh?" Gerald shook his head. His back patched the tree trunk behind him, while her figure invaded his gaze. Her moist lips, her big eyes hold a forceful magnetic charge, which can attract him beyond his strength. He subconsciously held his breath, when he saw her cleavage peeking out from under the black robe.

"Are you listening to me?" whispered Wiggie irritably. "I asked Albert about Lyra, but he said she wouldn't be executed."

Only this time Gerald listened. His eyes instantly widened. "How come?"

"You must be surprised to hear that." She turned her face to him, just so he could hear her better. However, the sound of her hot breath tickled him down there. "Duke Kleo told the maids that Lyra would be staying in Wereal from today on. And he ordered them to treat her well. Do you hear an important point here? Lyra will be treated well at Wereal."

"But is that even possible?" asked Gerald, more like a rebuttal. "The Duke often kills the women who touch him, whether it's intentional or not. Then why didn't he do the same to Lyra, even though she had already slept with him? Let's say she gets mercy, but I think making her be a laborer or servant is more than generosity right?"

Gerald quickly covered his mouth. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"I'm not offended," said Wiggie casually. "Because I am a slave right?"

'Is she really this strong or is she just pretending to be?' he thought grimly.

"Even so, we still have to find her. We'd better get her out of Wereal, or at least we should check things out. What do you think?" Her question startled him again.

He nodded. "Okay, I agree. Now, which way should we go?"

"Follow me!" Wiggie led the way back, down the Wereal internal while still passing through the Mangrovee. In the darkness, they were like beasts crawling and hiding, trying to find the right prey. "Albert said Lyra was in the northern palace. It must be one of the rooms there. I know the best rooms in the north."

Finally, they arrived at the northern palace, where there was an open field, then a flower garden that was neat and had various kinds of flowers.

"If Lyra were indeed placed in the northern palace she should be an honored guest. For in this area, a Wereal has more beautiful views, which can lead to various charming angles," commented Wiggie.

She started to walk towards the palace building, Gerald following behind her. One quick step, two more strong steps. The moonlight poured down on them, making their figures look like floating lumps of black cloth.

Until then Wiggie saw someone running towards them. Worried about being caught, she immediately turned around, pulled Gerald with her, and hid behind a tree, huddled very close. Their eyes were alert while catching their breath.

How shocked they were when they found out it was Duke Kleo.

"That's the duke. We have to go hide somewhere else before we get caught!" Gerald almost got up to move elsewhere, if only Weggie hadn't kept him in his place. She even dropped her whole body on his fat chest.

"The duke didn't run to catch us. Look!"

Gerald peeked out from behind the tree, saw that Duke Kleo, who had been running quickly, as if being chased by death, had now stopped.

Duke Kleo even walked slowly with his hands behind his back, pacing as if he was thinking about something, and as if he had never run before.

Gerald's brow furrowed. "What is he doing…." His eyes suddenly widened when he saw Lyra running from a direction, who suddenly stopped in her tracks, almost toppling over at the sight of the duke.

The duke turned to Lyra, in the beautiful moonlight. His face pretended to be shocked. "Oh, why did you come here?" His voice was faintly heard.

Wiggie made a confused face. Her gaze shifted from Duke Kleo and Lyra over and over again, finding something odd. "Duke Kleo is preventing Lyra from running away," Wiggie whispered next to Gerald's ear, making the chubby man widen.

"Is that true? We have to get her out quickly then."

"But there's something strange here," whispered Wiggie again.

"What do you mean?"

"Duke," she said curtly. "Duke Kleo is very strange," she continued. 'He's like someone in love,' she muttered in her mind.

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