Chapter 66: The Pulsing Star Beneath Your Legs: Let Me Eat
Tiny plopping sounds echoed as raindrops hit the cobblestone road near the entrance of the palace’s towers.
Shadows stretched from the base of the blasted door as the noble high-tier women exited one after another, following Lyra Ashveil.
Wet strands of silver hair slumped on Lyra’s midnight blue armor. She turned and looked at the lead row of the escaping group. "Hey, hurry up!"
Lyra exhaled softly, her fingers drumming a steady thud against the hilt of her longsword. ’Why am I even shouting?’
A wide smile tore across her face when the first row of ten noble women stepped into the rain and began running. ’They don’t like standing in the rain.’
Lyra let out a laugh, her chest heaving until a faint metal clicking sound vibrated from her combat armor.
A wave of wet leaves flew upward and drifted through her view as the intensity of the rain began to drop.
Breezed air gashed out of Lyra’s mouth, and chills ran down her spine. The damp strands of her hair dripped water into her chest plates, cold against her skin. ’It’s so cold.’
She brushed her palms on her shoulders with a soft rustle of cloth, staring at the collapsed entrance of the central palace tower’s blasted door. ’When are those five people coming out?’
Drops of rain fell off her eyebrows when they furrowed. She clenched her teeth, moved toward the path she had directed the noble women, and followed.
Crystal black glows stretched through the sky and pushed the reddened clouds away in a second.
Just as the first star appeared in the night horizon, the last three ladies stepped out with saddened faces.
They walked out with two holding Isabella’s shoulders, while one carried Agatha in her arms. Isabella’s heart pounded hard against her chest, and the pouring rain slammed in on her black hair.
Pain rattled through her ankles when she shifted an angry look at the wet ground. ’Just give me a few days...’
A faint grim grin stretched across her face. Memories of tripping on Levi’s leg flashed behind her eyes. ’And I will make sure you get eaten alive.’
A shimmering purple glow seeped out of her and snaked around her skin. She closed her eyes hard. ’Even your bones won’t get a chance to turn into ash.’
A single black lightning raked through the dark, star-filled sky. She cracked her eyes open. ’I promise you that.’
Strands of dark golden hair danced behind the three noble high-tier women. Mother Beatrice exited through the blasted door and called out, "Hey!"
Double footsteps echoed from behind the trio, sending a sudden chill down their spines. A sharp, heart-blasting voice reached them.
The priestess stopped by the one holding the injured mage in her arms and blinked. "Do you wish to fight our master?"
The white-haired noble high-tier woman shifted a sharp gaze to her, then slowly shook her head.
Mother Beatrice kept her piercing eyes locked on the white-haired noble woman, then winked at the girl in her grasp. "If not, then continue before I set you up for him."
The three noble women doubled their steps and joined in the direction of their sisters who were taken by Lyra Ashveil.
Tiny white leaves dripped from the roofs of the towers and landed in Mother Beatrice’s hair. She shifted her gaze to the dark crystal sky. "What a nice victory."
Her white prayer robe glittered as drops of the drizzling rain landed on her. She relaxed her shoulders. "It’s time to see how heaven and hell react to our master’s victory over their cherished city."
A mocking laughter slammed into the priestess’s back. Maya Sirius and Senna Drae walked out with a warm look on their faces.
Strands of long wine-hair drifted by Mother Beatrice’s left, while short black hair glittered past her right.
Maya Sirius lifted a heavy hand and placed it calmly on the older woman’s shoulder with a yawn. "Roses are red..."
She tilted her head slightly and gazed into Mother Beatrice’s eyes in a sarcastic manner. "Vegetables are green..."
The priestess stirred with a faint rustle of clothing. Maya drummed her fingers on her shoulder and squeezed it slightly. "Your legs are tied..."
Senna Drae’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She shifted bewildered glances between the sudden aroused look on Mother Beatrice’s face and the silent smile on Maya’s. ’What the fuck is going on in their heads?’
She sighed heavily and shook her head. ’I can’t stand and hear whatever they are saying in morse code.’
She tapped on the priestess’s right shoulder, then hissed. "I’m going back to the Pendant tower to check if Saintess Lilith and the two guards are still sleeping like we left them."
A faint yawn escaped Mother Beatrice. She shifted her gaze from Maya and nodded once at Senna. "Sure. We will join you later."
Senna Drae moved two steps forward and stopped. ’Whatever they plan to do won’t be good, I swear.’
A muffled laugh escaped her. She glanced at Maya’s face and turned toward the palace’s exit.
Chilled air flashed through the space between Maya’s fingers and the priestess’s shoulder. They looked at each other.
Maya Sirius traced her finger down from Mother Beatrice’s shoulder and stopped right at the top of her breast.
The wet fabric of the white prayer gown groaned under Maya’s touch. She rubbed her index and middle fingers at the dotted raised point where the hardened nipple was hiding.
Mother Beatrice felt a sudden rush of heat radiate through her chest and trail down to her p*ssy when Maya squeezed the nipple.
Her eyes fluttered. Hot, aroused gasps escaped her glistening lips. "It’s..."
She bit her lower, sweet-looking wet lips and sighed heavily. "It’s not good for us to do it here..."
Faint bone-clenching sounds erupted from her. She grabbed the damp thigh sleeve hard. "Master will..."
"Shh...!" Maya placed a cold left index finger on the priestess’s lips, then moved a step closer.
Warm air flashed on Mother Beatrice’s left ear as Maya leaned into her. The hair on the priestess’s arms rose on end. Maya licked her neck with a wet, warm tongue. "Maaayaaa..."
A faint chuckle erupted from Maya. She pulled her tongue back and swallowed the priestess’s scent with a gulp.
She pulled her head back and looked straight into Mother Beatrice’s eyes with a smile. "Twinkle, twinkle little star..."
She blinked at the shimmering lips, then licked her own. "Let me eat the pulsing star beneath your legs tonight..."