CHAPTER 57: DEPARTURE...

A soft knock echoed from the door.

Seraphina’s gaze lifted lazily, a faint flick of her wrist giving permission. The door opened, and Lloyd stepped in with his usual rigid posture.

"The carriage is ready, Lady Seraphina," he announced, his tone neutral, though his eyes briefly darted toward Xavier before returning to her.

"You may inform the rider that we’re on the way," she replied smoothly.

Lloyd bowed and stepped back out, the door clicking shut.

As soon as they were alone, Seraphina rose from her chair with that fluid, feline grace that seemed to draw the air toward her. She walked over to Xavier, her hand sliding along his shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion, fingers curling with a hint of possessive affection. Her eyes lingered on his, holding him in that moment.

"So, as my Guard," she murmured, her voice a low caress, "I’ll have you help me with the inspection... and handle any case of animosity from the farmers."

Xavier’s mouth curled into a faint smile. "Leave it to me..."

"Still so serious?" she teased, her lips curving in a way that sent heat straight to his chest. Then, leaning just close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume, she licked her lips slowly, deliberately. "I have a surprise waiting for you in the carriage."

A single bead of sweat traced down Xavier’s temple. He knew exactly what she was planning, but that was the game between them — and he loved it. That intoxicating, dangerous edge in her tone was part of why he couldn’t stop being drawn to her. Besides, he’d been in roles like this before; a porn actor could wear any mask — soldier, doctor, teacher... and now, her perfect, unshakable guard.

They left the room together, steps perfectly in sync.

Outside, Lloyd was waiting near the carriage. His frown was subtle but sharp enough to cut the air. "Lady Seraphina... is he your only escort?"

"Yes. I need only him."

Something dark flickered in Lloyd’s eyes, but before he could speak again, Seraphina’s voice turned cold, steel beneath silk. "Besides, you’ve been asking far too many questions lately. Know your place, Lloyd. Do not question my decisions."

Lloyd bowed stiffly, jaw clenched. "I’m sorry for overstepping my boundaries, Lady Seraphina." His teeth ground together, and he could only stand there with clenched fists as she stepped toward the carriage with Xavier.

Hmm...

Xavier’s steps slowed just slightly as the faintest prickle of warning brushed over his senses. His Goblin Intuition was flaring — animosity, sharp and sour, mixed with a thread of killing intent radiating from Lloyd. It was strong enough to notice... but not strong enough to act on.

Without looking back, Xavier followed Seraphina into the carriage, his hand resting lightly on the polished doorframe before pulling it shut behind them. The soft thunk of the closing door seemed to seal them away from the rest of the world.

The moment they settled inside, Seraphina leaned forward toward the small open panel separating them from the rider.

"Start driving," she instructed, her voice calm but with that subtle note of command that carried through even in casual words.

"Yes, Lady Seraphina," the rider replied before giving the reins a sharp wave. The pair of sleek, magical horses neighed softly, their hooves sparking faint traces of mana as they pulled the carriage forward with a smooth, gliding motion.

As the gentle rocking of the carriage began, Xavier’s gaze lingered on her. "Did you feel it...?" His tone was low, but she understood immediately what he meant — he wasn’t talking about the carriage. He meant Lloyd.

A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Yes," she said simply. Then, brushing it off with a flicker of mischief in her eyes, she added, "But forget about it for now. There are more important things to enjoy..."

Before he could ask, she shifted gracefully from her seat, the soft rustle of her gown filling the small space as she moved to kneel before him. Her hands, warm and deliberate, reached for his trousers, unfastening them with slow precision.

Her smirk rose as her fingers worked, eyes never leaving his.

Xavier’s own lips curved in a knowing smile. "Is this the surprise you were talking about...?"

"Uhn," Seraphina replied, her eyes narrowing in playful confirmation.

"Well," he said, leaning back with a relaxed air, "I can’t particularly call it a surprise... since I was already expecting it."

Her smirk softened into something warmer, and she tilted her head slightly. "Don’t worry... I have another surprise for you."

This time, her voice carried a sweetness that slipped past his practiced composure. That innocent smile, so at odds with her teasing tone moments ago, made something inside his chest loosen.

Xavier’s heart gave a small, unexpected twist. She wasn’t just playing games — she was doing her best to please him

Her words hung in the air like a spark suspended before a flame.

The gentle sway of the carriage seemed to draw them closer, the rhythm of the wheels a steady backdrop to the sudden weight in the atmosphere. Seraphina’s hands moved with unhurried intent, her fingers brushing along his lap, teasing the lines of his trousers before she eased them open. His dick popped out, it was already hard and probing with veins in it...

With a smile on her face she held his throbbing cock in her hands as if it’s the most tender thing in the world

Xavier’s gaze never left her — the curve of her mouth as she took him in, the way her every movement dripped with confidence and a certain dangerous charm.

~Slurp~

"Fuck!" Xavier groaned as she sank lower, her knees pressing into the cushioned floor of the carriage. The faint rustle of her dress and the scent of her perfume filled his senses, rich and intoxicating. The air between them was so heavy with unspoken hunger that Xavier found himself leaning back slightly, not in retreat, but in surrender to the moment.

Seraphina’s eyes locked onto his as she sucked and stroked, holding his gaze as though she could draw the pleasure from him through that alone. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate motions, exploring with a rhythm that sent shivers of anticipation through him. The look she gave him — that combination of power and affection — made his heartbeat feel heavier in his chest.

"You were expecting this," she murmured, her tone neither question nor statement, but something in between, her lips curving in a knowing smile.

"I was," Xavier replied, his voice low, almost hoarse from the tightening coil of heat in his chest. "But knowing you... you’ll still find a way to make it feel new."

Her smirk deepened, but there was warmth behind it, a spark of something softer. "Always."

The carriage rocked gently, the sound of the wheels on the road blending with the faint hum of the magical horses outside. The rest of the world was distant, muffled, as though they had slipped into their own private pocket of time.

Seraphina’s hands moved again, this time with more purpose, and Xavier could feel the teasing dance of her fingertips through length. She leaned in closer, her breath brushing warm in his nether region. The moment stretched — an eternity of anticipation wrapped in the space of a few heartbeats.

She increased her pace.The sensation hit him with a rush, sharp and intoxicating, drawing a low groan from his throat before he could stop it.

His hand moved instinctively, brushing against the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheek as he looked down at her. That sight — her hair falling forward, the faint flush rising on her skin, the unwavering focus in her eyes — was almost too much to take in.

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

The rhythm between them built slowly, deliberately, like the careful layering of music before a crescendo. Xavier’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with the effort to contain himself. Every time he thought she might relent, she pressed forward, changing the pace, keeping him on the knife’s edge between control and surrender.

Then she shifted — suddenly taking him in deepened.

Her pace deepened, her intent clear in the sudden pressure, and Xavier’s head tipped back against the seat. His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, not to control her, but to anchor himself.

He thought she would stop deepthroating him but...

30 seconds...

50 seconds...

1 minute..

Her tight throat wrapped around his throbbing cock, the warmth of her throat it was killing him...

"Damn..." His voice was a low, rough groan, the kind that came from somewhere deeper than mere pleasure. "So this is... what you were talking about before."

Seraphina didn’t answer with words. She didn’t need to. Her response came in the way she maintained her rhythm, in the way her hands complemented every movement, in the way her eyes flicked up to meet his even in the most intoxicating moments.