CLI ||| Emerald Green Boots

"Where did you put my stuffed animals?"

He used his telekinesis to open the left wardrobe in the bedroom and a mountain of them feel down. "There," he threw me over his shoulder, walked into the bathroom, locked the door and put me down. "Shall we take a bath, babe?" {"Shall I take you in the bath?"}

I gave him a dirty look, "We ain't here to bath, are we?"

{"Absolutely not."} "We can do that afterwards," he grinned.

"You have something for having morning sex in the bathroom."

{"I do, yes."} "Can't be helped. I love having sex with you in the bathroom, as much as you love having it in the kitchen," I blushed at the mention and he gave me a all-knowing looks.

Filling the bathtub with warm water, I walked into the shower and let the warm water fall over my head. "Come in, Oliver," in a second he was with me, hard and standing tall in all his grace, using my telekinesis, I went up enough not to need to jump on him to enlace my legs around his body, and slowly, he slid inside me. "Yes, babe, like this," I moaned, eyes closed as the water fell over us.

"I love you, Hel."

"I love… myself too."

{"It's getting harder, ain't it?"} He provoked.

Harder? Yes, I can feel you harder in me.

{"We both know I'm not talking about that, Hel."}

I only know about that.

{"Your control is getting thinner, love."}

You're delusional.

{"I only know that I love you."}

Thank you.

{"You are a bitch."}

I've heard that before.

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"Let's keep it between us, okay?"

He tilted his head, looking at me from the mirror where he's getting ready, "Keep what?" Oli arched an skeptical eyebrow at me. "You better not be talking about us, Wilhelmina."

I rolled my eyes, "Are you stupid?" I put my hands on my hips, still rolled in my towel. "Why would we do that? Thanks to Violet everyone knows we are mates. Even Meredith may know by now. There's nothing to be kept a secret in here. I'm talking about the fact that River and Rio might be mated to Lilith and Sunna."

Under his watching gaze, I threw my towel over the chair and put on my black lingerie. {"I'll love taking that out of you."} "I wouldn't tell them even if you were okay with it, love. They are enjoying being with both Irene and Dorothy right now, I don't want to break that. Besides, when we get them out of hell, they will learn about that naturally."

A nod, "My point exactly. It's not our business to take care. I mean, they will both end up under my Kingdom, since Lilith is rightfully part of my Council, and Sunna is sworn under my crown. I mean, under the ruler of the Crown of Chaos." Which he now knows because I told him all I've read on the founding families of my kind and about the last recorded rulers off all the other kinds that can only be accessed with the crown, plus the fact that they aren't extinct as we thought.

"Grand Duke and Crowned Prince-Consort," he chuckled. "I still don't understand what makes them immortals while they haven't gone with the mating bond consummation."

"Tomorrow," I said while putting on a pair of black leather shorts with a high-waist and emerald details, as well as a emerald belt to already keep my daggers on. With a short sleeved black bodysuit underneath, that shows off my shoulders, collarbones and the tattoos in it, and with a gold, white opal and emerald corset on, no bra needed thanks to that. Then I put my sheathed katana on the back of the corset.

Turning to him, I gulped and walked towards the mirror.

"Are you sure?" He held my hand and made me stop before I could go to it. "I can feel your anxiety."

"I did this yesterday. Got ready in the mirror. It was nauseating."

"Babe," he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it.

"It's okay. Belladonna said a winged-serpent can't fear hew own reflex. I'm trying to do that, but it's hard. But," sigh, "trying is what matters, right? So, even though it's hard, I need to do it. Or I won't be able to handle Irene's magic."

He chuckled at my last words, "Okay," then he brought me near the mirror and I clenched my jaw as I saw myself, but he held on my shoulders softly. "You are beautiful, Hel. Beautiful doesn't even gets near the right word to describe it, actually."

"Maybe one day I'll believe that and be as condescending as you," taking my remaining jewels, aside from my Royal ring, the ring father made for me, and my necklace, which I don't take off, I put them all. "I mean, the look is good. I think it suits me."

"The look is good because it's on you. Not many people would be able to put this and look good in it, beautiful. Your hourglass perfect body shape also helps," he took my emerald green high-knee boots that have 15 centimeters heeled platforms on it, which I separated to wear today, then he knelt in front of me and put them on my feet. "They look amazing on your legs, my Queen," he look up to meet my eyes with a sensual gleam on his eyes, then he kissed my legs.

"Oli," I whispered.

"You love when I kneel for you," him and his naughty remarks.

"I do," a sensual smile took over my lips.

"What did my mother want from you?" Ugh. Not now.

"Are you serious?" I growled.

He glared at me with determination, "Yes. What did she do to you that got you running to ask Mia a way to break us? Did she threaten you? What did she said? She must have pushed your buttons if you did that."

I clenched my jaw, "We'll talk about this tomorrow. I know you, if something wrong happened, you will be reckless. I cannot afford that. As long as you don't know, you won't be able to do anything."

"Wilhelmina!" He complained.

Getting up, I went to where my hair accessories were and began to braid my hair in two root braids, each braid with a emerald green and black lace. "Don't even try to Wilhelmina me, Oliver-Sean," I turned my back to him, controlling my anxiety as I looked at the mirror in front of me. Putting Middle Fingers by Aston to play low in my phone. "But I have to say, she may be a monster and a horrible mother, but she is hot."

He rolled his eyes behind me, "I look like her. Of course you would think she's hot," he scoffed. "But as you said, she's rotten inside."

"I have no doubt about that, but the bitch is gorgeous."

After he finished getting dressed all in black with some crimson red details here and there, he walked towards me sly like a cat, and our eyes met on the mirror. Coming even closer, his big hands went to my hips and he held me still as he pressed himself on me, his eyes turning red at the same pace as our hearts raced. "Use a high ponytail tomorrow," it's not a request.

How lustful. "Having dirty ideas, Oliver-Sean?" I arched my arse to him and he pressed himself further. He's getting me ready again.

{"If you say it like that I'll bend you, put those shorts down, take my cock out and fuck you right now."} "About you? Always, Wilhelmina!"

What are you waiting for? Let me help you with that.

As I finished my braids, I took my hands to my belt and took it off, than I opened my shorts and let it fall down my legs, arching my arse and bending myself for him, leaning my upper body on the small top where my hair accessories were. Though the mirror I watched him quickly open and put down his black pants, and as he took his enormous cock in hands, with his eyes on mine, he smeared the pre-cum over the fat head and adjusted himself on me, pressing it until her was able to thrust it, and when he did, he did it so hard that the table shook.

{"Do your make up later. This won't end in minutes, so freeze time, Wilhelmina. We'll only leave after I've emptied myself in you and brought you to your favorite number of orgasm."}

That better be a promise, Oliver-Sean.