Eleanor Verse 3 - The Wolf King

Eleanor

The warm sun bathed against a dense forest, where squawking birds took to the skies in haste from the sounds of countless rushing hoofs galloping across the partial grassy earth.

A stampede practically carved through the dense woodland, unusually quiet from the rushing company gathered in leathers, iron and high spiking auras. Slicing through the dense forest like a stampede of bulls.

Eleanor spearheaded the company from the front, she was currently leading them through a Forrest known as the Orkneel 100-mile forest. After they departed in haste from the frozen planes, they zipped across the marshlands in record timing. And finally, they reached the last area dwelling between them and the Queens mainland.

Looking around the dense jungle like atmosphere , Eleanor could sense this place was home to countless middle tier rank beasts. Which wouldn’t exactly be a problem, on the count of her own aura being a sort of beacon, to which the beasts could sense and understand their band shouldn’t be trifled with.

Only that method tended to work if it was just her, or at least 2 or 3 other bodies alongside her. Middle tier ranked beasts by design would choose to avoid running into the path of an expert, or a high ranked knight. But in larger groups however, the beasts wouldn’t hold caution to the wind and were likely to launch random attacks against the group in order to weed out the weaklings.

She glanced over her shoulder seeing the slightly pale faces of her company fighting to match her speed.

‘Tsk! They’re too slow, at this rate we’ll cross the borders several days from now.’ Eleanor was pushing their accumulated speed to the absolute limit. She couldn’t allow another day to simply go by without getting to the bottom of that letter she received. Even now thinking about the contents written inside was harrowing to her already fragile soul

‘Thorjen’s…alive?’

Or was someone playing some kind of cruel joke. She tightened the reigns a little harder making the horse squeal in pain. Her eyes narrowed like an eagle’s own focused intensely on getting back to the citadel, internally she vowed to unleash a disaster like never before upon the person who found it amusing to toy with her grief.

Eleanor slightly lifted her stern gaze towards the open azure skies. A feint scent of burning smoke filled her nostrils. Her intuition told her immediately the problem was coming from the eastern areas. She felt a slight annoyance in her heart because of this. ‘It can’t be that place…could it?’ If memory served her correctly then there should be a certain famous band of mercenaries operating within these woods. Only the last time Eleanor had dealt with the troupe was several years ago, before Thorjen was even born.

‘If the lay of the lands had changed drastically. Then there’s no telling what we’ll find here.’ She thought to herself.

They moved at this high pressured speed for another 3 miles before Eleanor felt their spirits waning fast. She might’ve ignored them all and continued if she didn’t remember this would also be effecting Julien, and he would likely lose face with the high rankers for not being able to handle a high level mission like this one. Julien was part of the white tusk and golden haired company. Unlike the crusaders, whose focus was solely on strength and reward, the white tusk’s focused their talents on creating leaders with the skills needed to survive and govern parties. Julien had received 5 blessings from the Azure mountain, this feat had not been lost on the officials within the citadel of course, part of the agreement between the Azure feather sect and the Lucien Kingdom was to share information on potential talents amongst both worlds.

Since Julien’s arrival, there was a constant need to test the boy, and make sure they were offering all the available resources necessary for him to succeed. It wasn’t alien to think he might choose to remain on the mainland and perhaps rise up to the Golden Ranks one day from the royals point of view

‘He’s far away from stepping into that realm. Sigh, as the inquisitor, I guess it should be my job to make sure I’m doing everything I can to help him.’

Eleanor felt torn about the situation in truth, she knew she had crossed the line with the young elf. And it was only a matter time before the mistakes she made would bleed onto both of their lives. Eleanor wasn’t selfish enough to not understand that truth. She only ever wanted to stop thinking about the **** of her son. Julien was the closest thing she had to him and he was also the one who helped her forget about the pain.

‘I c-cant take what I’ve done back. B-but I can make things right.’

She twisted her neck around, paying specific attention to Julien who rode his horse three paces behind her. His mouth was gaping open with heavy breathing escaping through it, he looked exhausted , those dark circles beneath his eyes confirmed that . Their eyes locked and Eleanor saw the young man attempting to **** an ugly smile.

She felt her heart slightly tremble because of this. Forcing her to reflect on the selfishness of her current actions.

Eleanor pulled the reigns back, bringing her war horse skidding into a complete stop. The riders behind her quickly adjusted their horses and followed suit. And for the first time since they had departed from the snowed in hills and those pale frosty shores. Eleanor took a careful look towards the faces of her warriors. Amongst their faces saw uncertainty, exhaustion, frustration and worst of all deep-rooted anger.

She understood her methods with these folk could not continue without being challenged soon enough. And although she held no real fear towards the abilities of her underlings. She couldn’t just allow them to die.

‘I…I didn’t think about what they’re going through.’ Her eyes trailed towards the panting Julien. Her heart wavered as she clenched her fist out of frustration before announcing.

“Pick up those dreary faces and find us some wood! We setup camp here for a while! Now move!”

Her voice brought a sudden exhale of calmness flowing around the forest. Once sunken eyes were suddenly filled with spirit.

“Ya heard the commander. Wood boys move-move-move!”

The company quickly scattered across the dense woodland, Eleanor was amongst seasoned knights so delegating roles was something these knights had handled themselves.

By the hour the sun moved slightly across the skies, the camp had tied their travelling steads to firm stumps. And from spatial rings they conjured swelling half cooked boar meats. Pieces of fire wood along with small tents where a few of the knights decided to bring along to rest.

Eleanor sat alone by one of the camp fires a little away from most of the group. She found herself daydreaming whilst picking the tiny leaves off the stems of little fig branches. Nobody could understand the deep waters her mind was currently sinking inside of. Her heart had been frozen over for almost a year now, but now whilst she sat and pondered, she asked herself was there hope at the end of her anguish ? Eleanor shook her head in a bid to free herself from her own thoughts.

Suddenly she heard the breaking of a branch nearby, the crackling of the crunchy ground brought her free from her thoughts. She moved her gaze towards the disturbance. A slightly chubby faced Elf was carrying a small pile of smoking hares foot wrapped in leaves. Eleanor couldn’t help but crease a warm smile once she saw him approaching.

“Au-L-lady Eleanor! Sorry to disturb b-but…” Julien stammered to get his words free but he held out the slightly burnt hares foot signaling his intentions.

A soft chuckle escaped from Eleanors perched mouth. ‘He’s still so cordial despite what we’ve already done together. I guess that’s what separates him from his father.'

Just thinking about Razziel was enough to slightly dampen her mood. She had a shortlist in her heart, of potential enemies that may have sought after her precious sons life. And the Chief of the Azure feather sect was on such a list.

“Thank you Julien” she said truthfully, she had always been indebted to his presence ever since Thorjen passing, these days however, she was feeling more guilty about how their relationship had unfolded.

Julien’s countenance noticeably brightened after her words, he placed the food in the middle and sat beside Eleanor, sharing the short log. There was a stiff silence between the two. Eleanor couldn’t shake away the memories of the last time they were alone together. She soon felt Juliens thigh moving closer towards her own. She was hoping it was just a coincidence but shortly afterwards she saw him cautiously adjusting his hand. He then placed the same hand against her knee, she felt that familiar clumsy touch attempting to stroke her inner thighs. Gradually, Julien slid his hand up and attempted to climb up her leather skirt.

“A-ah J-Julien stop.” She shifted her legs away and brushed his hand aside before her body surrender. She felt heat rising in her chest. Eleanor nervily shifted her gaze towards the main camp. Hoping nobody was paying attention to them.

Julien wore a slightly childish look against his face. As though he had been wronged. “S-sorry I wasn’t thinking. This…this isnt the place. I just cant help how beaut-“

“Julien!” She said firmly, ‘sigh, I can’t keep this going. If Thorjen is alive then how can I possibly face him knowing what I’ve done.’ Eleanor gazed directly into Juliens dark gaze. His disheveled features reminded her of the constraints of this quest so far. But his eyes were still bright, filled with hope and…love.

“I’m sorry. B-but I…(sigh) we can’t…Julien we have to stop…this.”

A look of surprise briefly flashed across his face. “B-but why?” he asked feebly

“Why? Because you are…sigh, I’m old enough to be your mother firstly and I-“

“Who cares about that! You’re the most b-beautiful woman I’ve ever laud eyes on. I couldn’t care less what anyone else thinks. I…I think I’m in-“

“Stop! Please…there is no good that can come from this. And what if…I know it’s slim. B-but if Thorjens alive then he cannot…he CANNOT know about anything between us. That’s why…”

“B-but how can we just end it. We’ve been through s-so much… a-and…what if its all a lie! What if this is someones idea as a sick game! How could you just-“

“That’s enough!” Eleanor unknowingly raised her voice catching the attention of some of the nearby knights. Eleanor shyly moved her gaze down, trying ti compose herself.

She thumbed her labella and exhaled a pent up breath

“Julien. What happened between us was a mistake. I needed to f-feel something…and I’m sorry for taking advantage of you. I will always love you but the same way I love my son. You are his dearest friend and I just couldn’t…I couldn’t imagine ruining that. What we done. It’s not worth the pain it’ll cause.”

Her voice cut him deep, Eleanor could see the heartbreak clear as day drawn across his gaze. His sad gaze truthfully did hurt her, after all she couldn’t deny there was something there between them in moments. But she also understood her feelings right now could not be trusted. One moment she was in anguish, the next she was feeling a yearning hunger like no other.

She stroked her abdomen. As much as she tried to ignore it, that mark troubled her and was perhaps the crux of her constantly unstable emotions.

“Sigh…I’m truly sorry Julien.” She placed her hand on top of his own. She could feel him shivering slightly. Struggling to hold his emotions in place.

Juliens eyes flashed with a surprising glare, one which startled Eleanor .

“N..no..I wont give up. Y…yo…You’re…mi-mine…” he mumbled beneath his breath

“W-what…what did you say?”

Eleanor suddenly felt a surge of multiple Qi’s appearing nearby.

“Commander! Commander We’re under attack!” One of the knights in her band voiced.

Before Eleanor held a chance to react she heard sizzling rolls of paper streaking across the air. Her gaze shifted, she noticed scrunched up balls of paper talismans being launched from the unknown forests deep. Once the talismans landed against the ground a sneering sound sizzled and thick layers of smoke started pouring out.

Eleanor immediately shifted her mind into focus. She stood up from the short log and scanned the area. ‘We’re outnumbered…but even still.” A ferocious surge of Qi burst fourth from her body. Sending the surrounding loose wood obliterating into pieces. Her eyes narrowed briefly before suddenly flashing open again once her Qi had stirred. She moved so quickly she almost completely vanished from her earlier spot. Her palms were covered in a burning blue flame as she rushed straight into one of the dense clouds of smoke, she met the shadowy figure of an unknown assailant hidden around the dense jungle.

*WHOOOOOSH*

She sent a deadly palm strike forwards

*Crack*

“ARGGGGG!*

She hit her target but Eleanor quickly felt something was off. She hopped a few paces back after landing the blow. Drew the common iron sword away from its scabbard and darted further into the forest to finish off the attacker she struck.

*Chinggggg* *Slck* *Shlck*

Her steel met the edge of another immovable ****. Eleanor finally caught a clear look at the fellow who currently blocked her attack. Needless to say she was quite shocked by the old face appearing before her now after so many years had gone by.

“It’s you?” Her eyes widened like saucers, as she met the face of a devilishly handsome young scraggy dressed man. He licked his lips playfully before pulling his strike away.

“Well-well I knew I smelt the rich blood of an Elf somewhere. What a strange twist of fate that we meet again like this…Eleanor...the Tempest of the Azure mountain sect.”

Although his voice had gotten deeper, there was no mistaking that tanned face alongside those narrow cut amber eyes. Glowing like the dark sun.

A single name surfaced within her thoughts.

“Rex?”

“Ahaha- that’s King Rex! Please, be mindful of that Lady Eleanor. Ya see, I don’t want to have to defend my crown again from one of these brutes.” He gestured behind him, towards a group of towering half man half beastly beings, ironically wearing furred scarfs. Eleanor beheld each one glaring towards her with intent. She felt an inclination to fight them, something primal inside of her had birthed such a recklessness. But slowly she caught wind of why that was.

‘Werewolves!’

Rex scanned the gathered knights who had formed a defensive formation behind her. His brows knitted tightly. Eleanor became alarmed, sensing the meaning behind that look.

“Lady Eleanor, you’re still as beautiful as the last time I remember, but tell those pups to stand down. Else my gang might eat them all up heh.”

The auras she felt were troubling, Eleanor wasn’t scared in truth. None of them, not even Rex could match her at her fullest strength. But she was conscious of her company. A certain young Bronze ranked Elf with bags of potential appeared in her mind.

“Stand down. All of you. Do not engage.” Her voice boomed across the forest as she enhanced it using Qi. She heard light footsteps approaching her from behind. Julien had drawn his sword and appeared with intent.

“We should go somewhere private and talk. We have a lot of catching up to do…don’t you think?” A lecherous smile creased against Rex’s face. Eleanor’s gaze slightly wavered but she held firm before massaging her labella in thought.

“Y-yes, sure.” She took a step forward and felt a firm hand holding her back by her lower arm.

“Elea-I…I mean. Lady Eleanor. Let me come with you.”

Eleanor felt a slight waver in her heart but she heard a chortling sound from Rex, bringing her back to her senses.

“N-no it’s fine. I’ll be alright Julien.” She said with a warm smile. “Stay with the camp and make sure nothing else happens. I…I wont be long.”

“Don’t worry young Elf, even a hound like myself knows how to treat an Elven Beauty.” Rex sung confidently.

Eleanor noticed a stiffened expression surfacing across Julien’s face.

“Stop saying silly things. Lets go and have this talk then…Mr King of the Wolves.”

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A chilly wind moved through the slightly frigid air. The surrounding leaves rustled gently closely whilst the tiny critters crawled along the underside of thin branches in haste. Eleanor walked at a gentle pace behind the leading Rex. Her eyes filled with a curious glint whilst she remained vigilant but still admiring the splendor greenery around her.

The deeper they walked in silence, the more beautiful the forest became. They strolled past tall slender trees, with bushes carrying many kinds of colorful fruits. From the large bulbous kind to the very delicately looking softer and smaller sizes. A 6ft tall praying mantis appeared in the jungle, but the moment it sensed Rex’s aura, Eleanor saw the creature swiftly divert its attention elsewhere. Praying Mantis’s were known to be proud, but they certainly weren’t foolish.

She was a little surprised Rex had hardly said anything to her so far, often times he would warn her from getting too close to a highly poisonous plant but that was about it.

‘He used to be such a talkative young boy. I wonder what happened to him.’ She mused to herself, remembering the days of her adventuring youth. Her party scaled many great lands and encountered countless other bands, parties and kingdoms. Rex was still a bronze rank the last time she met him. He was part of a 4 cell party. Spearheaded by his older brother, Xcharun.

‘I shouldn't pry. So many years have gone by. I wonder if it’s appropriate. Matter of fact, where is he even taking me?”

“Rex, where are we going” she asked gently. He wore a charming smile before turning back to face his front.

“We’ll soon be there.” He spoke . Eleanor nodded, even though she was following him from behind she was assured he caught her wordless response.

Not long afterwards, Eleanor could hear the sounds of rushing water flowing from nearby. An air of humidity had also befell over them. And she could faintly smell a scent familiar to her, one she had last smelt back on the blue mountain.

“Why can I smell body nourishing herbs?” She asked

“haha that’ll ruin the surprise my Lady. Just wait, we’ll be there shortly.” He smiled.

Eleanor observed the direction of the sun, if things went wrong she was confident she could make it back to her band in time before they were wiped out. Although _‘I should place more faith in them.’ _She still felt it was necessary to at least plan for the worst case scenario. Many years had gone by and whose to say Rex was still the same little boy she had met all those years ago.

“Alas, we’ve finally arrived.” Rex’s voice broke her away from her steady daydreams.

Eleanor was about to say something when her footsteps finally arrived beside the tall young fellow. Her eyes softened as she took in the exquisitely beautiful scenery laid before her. A tall white waterfall fell over the edge of a high raising cliff. A group of skinny pale feathered birds swooned around the cliffs edge. But if she had to admit what captivated her eyes the most, it would be the vast spread of blue water peacefully layered beneath the waterfall. The waters appeared like a blanket of glittering azure layered as far as her eyes could see. There was a hazy silvery firmament gathered just on top of the waters, she knew this to be living Qi.

Eleanor felt a strange faint wave of Qi stirring within the air. She turned her questioning stare towards Rex, whose eyes were surprisingly filled with a childish allure mixed with the ever present serious scowl.

“Why don't you go in? don’t be shy Lady Eleanor, I can smell the stench of unrest against your bones. And correct me if I’m not mistaken but Cultivators struggle to make gains in their cultivation when they’re fatigued no?”

Eleanor slightly knitted her brows together. He wasn’t wrong, she was feeling the effects of their non-stop gallop across the frozen lands. Eleanor understood she was too experienced to be allowing her body to continually fall to a state where she wasn’t at full power. Her base cultivation might suffer for it. And that, she couldn’t afford to do.

By the time she finished wrestling with her own thoughts, Eleanor’s lowered gaze flashed open as she heard frolicking against the water which shifted her attention towards it soon enough.

“What do you think you’re doing!” she voiced in alarm, Rex had stripped his clothes free and dived straight into the lovely blue coloured waters without a moments regard. Eleanor approached the edge, not only could she smell the sweet scent from the natural richness wafting from the glittering dust gathered just on the surface of the waters, she also felt a strange warmth almost inviting her into it.

She struggled to hold back her curiosity, and eventually she gave in by crouching down to place a single finger inside.

Her eyes widened out of disbelief to the sheer pressure around her submerged finger

‘Incredible.’

‘To think they would be a life giving spring here. I’m surprised this place hasn’t been warded off by a high-grade beast or another band. Perhaps there aren’t many cultivators around the coast.’ Most natural body enrichment springs like this one would have either been hoarded by a powerful cultivator by now, or used up until there wasn’t any qi left. But given the sheer size of these waters. It would probably take an expert a fee days to completely drain this place.

“Get in! You’ll do yourself no favors' by just standing there.” She heard Rex’s playful voice as he allowed the waters to carry him along the surface. Eleanor was poised to raise another rebuttal when she caught the sight of Rex’s thick flaccid member flopped over his thigh.

‘O-oh my.’ She covered her mouth in a bid to hide away her sudden shock. He was certainly no longer a naïve young man who told crude jokes and followed the heels of his elder kin. And even more strangely, for a few brief moments Eleanor wondered what it might feel like to…

‘Shit! Snap out of it Eleanor. He’s you’re junior for goodness sake! Wh-whats wrong with me these days.’ She rubbed the side if her helm in distress. She couldn’t recall if this yearning lust was caused by her grief somehow, or had it been those nights she spent with Julien which had reignited the sleeping fires she had not conjured in many years.

Her brows furrowed, remembering that peculiar mark against her abdomen. That phenomenon bothered her greatly but for now she had a lot more things to worry about.

“What are you so afraid of Lady Eleanor!” She heard Rex’s jovial voice bellowing in. She lifted her drifting gaze and noticed he had swamp to the centre of the waters.

“ I thought they said you were fearless and unstoppable once upon a time, like the raging tempest.”

“my reputation means nothing in this matter. You’re being impertinent as always humph.”

“ Ooo I wouldn’t dare my Lady. This is merely one of the ways I choose to conduct business. Ya can never be too comfortable when handling serious matters.” His words were playful, annoyingly so. But Eleanor couldn’t refute the truth to his words.

“Fi-fine...B-but you try anything and I'll...”

“Puahaha Ah Lady-El, when did you become so fearful of small pups...Dare I ask, what things have you had to endure living amongst those...mortal devils.” Rex’s voice sounded serious. Eleanor felt her heart waver once she understood the true meaning behind it, her beautiful boys smile appeared in her thoughts. The last moments she recalled, whilst she watched him enter into that carriage. That was one year ago.

“Just shut up already...I'm coming in.”

Eleanor dropped her slightly heavy belt, her sheathed long sword clattered against the soft earth. She then removed her dark gloves before she started to uncover her jade white shoulders from her one-piece leather outfit. She eventually stripped her clothes away until she was standing awkwardly in her beige lace knitted underwear. She stared at her own obscenely huge breasts. The slightly frigid winds brushed past her naked body, she shivered slightly in response.

Knowing there was only one thing left to do, she removed her lace underwear and bra. Attempting to shield her hard nipples from showing how slightly excited her body was already. She placed one toe first into the water. Almost immediately she felt a warm surge of energy crawling through her legs.

She noticed Rex staring hungrily at her as she entered the water slowly. His eyes remained affixed to her every movement, like a wolf stalking its prey.

‘Those eyes...He’s...’ her own gaze trailed down towards the shimmering water. She could see his legs beneath the shimmering water, but she could also see his now enlarged member submerged like an enraged eel.

She shook her head again to free herself from those unwanted thoughts. Her usual scowl soon surfaced again. Rex finally moved his gaze elsewhere. Suddenly all his earlier buoyancy had disappeared. And beneath the warm suns glow, he was erected like an image of a true king, carrying the weight of many troubles on his shoulders.

“R-rex...wh-what happened to...” her mouth couldn’t finish the words within her thoughts.

“Hm? Oh heh, my kin...they died a while ago. As you know the beast folk have been embroiled in a civil war for many moons now. Sometimes a quest may go as one doesn’t expect. Alas, the cycle of us knights? We live by the steel sword and will surely meet our end by it...that’s if we’re the lucky ones of course.”

Eleanor had a feeling they had been killed. ‘Ighor and Relpa too...sigh, I’m truly sorry.’

“It’s not so bad. I’ve become king of these gang of misfits. And there isn’t much fighting between us so called rebels and the Highlords of Rode kingdom. They have their own share of hassles and disasters of late to handle. Not to mention the lay of the jungles has changed...” Eleanor noticed his spirited eyes showing a sense of uneasiness for the first time.

“Is this what you wanted to discuss with me? The change within the Rode kingdom and the rebels?”

Rex nodded his head.

He exhaled a deep sigh, smoothing his wet dark hair behind his ears.

“For as long as I could remember there has only been three opposing powers amongst the rebels. The apes, the lizard folk and my kin...the wolves. My kin have spent years forming all manners of alliances to seize most of the scattered powers amongst the forest. But...but, for the first time in our historic reign. Another predator has appeared.” His eyes remained steady and his voice gentle. Thanks to the body nourishment spring, Eleanor could feel the feint ripples within his aura.

“Another predator? Stronger than the three heads?” she asked disbelieving

“indeed...I wish I could say more, but as far as what we know. There may be an ancient race of beasts, far mightier than anything we have faced before. There is unrest amongst the creatures. Not just within the Rode kingdom, but the feral ones are nervous. Choosing to head north before spring arrives. The sun lasts longer in the skies these days, and great high-grade beasts, once sleeping in the depths of an abyss. Are finally starting to stir in their sleep.”

Eleanor chose not to say anything for now, she too understood the implications of great changes within the beast world. They were once close allies to the Elves before the great divide. And one of the most ignorant things one could commit, would be ignoring the changes of the world.

“B-but what does this all mean...is war coming?”

“We’ve never stopped being at war my Lady. Only now I fear a great opponent is steadfast approaching. By the way, I say this to you, to make amends for a wrong I once committed to someone...I loathe those mortals. But I have always respected you Lady Eleanor. You and that...monster you once called your lover.”

Eleanor flinched the moment she heard him speak that to her. ‘Why is he bringing him up...after so long I f-finally.’ She felt embarrassed and slightly unsure of where to place her eyes now. ‘Just thinking about him makes me hot again...thi-this isn’t right.’

“Ahaha I see he still has mysterious hold over women...hahaha lucky bastard. But-But I digress. Lady Eleanor, I will give you one word of advice. Whether you choose to relay this to the Mortal kingdom or not...That is of none of my concern. You must not visit the Rode Empire. The beast kingdoms are not safe for anyone. And I fear the embers of war shall be sparked on that continent.”

"You can't just say something like that without any truths to support it? Who is this ancient race? and what has all of this got to do with the Rode kingdom.

Rex released another deep sigh. This time he tilted his neck slightly, casting an expressionless gaze towards the azure, cloudless heavens.

"They say the Elven folk were born from nature, and thus can feel and walk with the spirits. The giants stood so tall, that whilst their feet sink into the earth, the seas wade against their knees, the sun beats their chest whilst thunder strikes their ears. And as such, they can hone many elements. But us beast folk, they say we were granted wisdom. Understanding like never before. Especially us wolves..." he tapped the side of his nose.

"I can smell disaster from days before it arrives. Heheh same way I can sense something...dark within you...My lady."

Eleanor was so engrossed in Rex's words she wasn't privy to the moment he suddenly moved with lighting speed towards her unguarded chest. She felt a firm hold wrapping itself around her hips. His hands grabbed hold of her fleshy ass. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest and suddenly she was completely stunned as she felt his warm and knowing tongue invade her entire mouth.

'N-n-no...his tongue...I...can't...I feel so...w-weak'

"Mph! Nyuh! Mmh! Nbu! Smooch! Nuh!....puah!"

"W-what d-did you..." She couldn't get her words stuck within her throat. Her heart was thumping quickly, her nipples were rock hard pressed against his chiseled torso and she felt his hard member prodding against her abdomen. Eleanor knew this was wrong, she couldn't allow this to continue, if it did. She was sure she couldnt stop him from.

"Th-thats enough" Rex mumbled pulling away from her quickly. Eleanor felt something cold appearing between them, as though her body rejected the idea of them stopping.

'Why did he stop so suddenly'

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"Forgive me Lady! I...I only knew of such a method to test what I..."

"To test What! H-how dare you...vi-violate me like that."

Rex solemnly bowed his helm repeatedly, slapping his forehead against the surface of the water.

"I only knew of this way to con-confirm what I sensed."

Seeing his sudden change in demeanor, reminiscent of a wronged child she reluctantly felt her heart inclined to believe him, a little.

"Tell me then! what did you think you sensed by stealing a kiss from me in such a manner." She said trying to hide her growing arousal, but she was surprised by the serious look he adopted again as he said.

"F-forgive me Lady...One thousand apologies but Y-your body...you've been cursed."

*Sorry for the long chapter*

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