The Sinful Young Master

Chapter 341: Chidren of Kaezhlar - 2

Lorryll had learned that Myron had once fought against Jolthar, and ever since, Myron had been too focused and dedicated to becoming stronger.

And the reason he wanted to meet Myron was because of the companions who were with them the last time he saw them. He got to know through Orimus that the woman who was with them was actually a deity, and she was helping Myron to train.

"What is this, cousin? You are making me feel sad. Myron may come tonight, so why don’t you stay and we will drink and celebrate?"

Lorryll and Lilianna looked at each other and then nodded.

True to her word, by evening Elara had transformed the mansion’s courtyard into something resembling a festival. Lanterns were strung between the trees, musicians played soft melodies, and servants brought wine and delicacies.

Most notably, she had summoned several of the city’s most renowned pleasure women, elegant creatures who moved through the gathering like exotic birds in their silk gowns and jeweled ornaments.

As the night deepened and the wine flowed more freely, the atmosphere became increasingly intimate.

Couples disappeared into secluded corners of the garden, and soft laughter drifted through the winter air. Lorryll found himself caught between his family’s world.

Deep into the intoxication, Elara got up. "So, Lilianna, how is your married life?"

Lilianna raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care?"

"Don’t be like that. I know your husband wants to kill Jolthar, and for that he came to meet Myron, right?"

Elara sipped her wine casually, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I’m just curious how you manage to fuck him when he is so obsessed with Jolthar."

Lorryll frowned deeply. "Elara, watch what you talk about. Just because I have come to you, don’t think I will sit idle and do nothing when you insult me."

Elara chuckled.

Elara leaned back in her chair, twirling the stem of her glass between her fingers as if she hadn’t just set fire to the air with her words. Her lips curved into a sly smile, the kind that made it impossible to tell whether she was being playful or venomous.

"Oh, Lorryll," she purred, eyes glinting like a cat cornering prey, "you always leap to defend her honor. Such a gallant brother."

Lilianna’s jaw tightened, her hand curling around the edge of the table, knuckles white.

She wanted to bite back, but the wine, the music, and the garden’s winter fragrance—all of it pressed down on her, keeping her quiet for a moment longer.

Elara tilted her head, deliberately letting the pause linger.

"I simply asked a question," she went on smoothly.

"If it makes you bristle, perhaps that means there is more to it than you’d like others to know."

The laughter and chatter of other couples in the garden seemed to fade, their little corner thick with tension now. Lorryll’s face hardened, his voice dropping low.

"Elara," he said, each word edged with warning, "if you value the peace of this night, do not test me further."

Instead of shrinking back, Elara only laughed again—soft, lilting, and utterly maddening.

Elara rose from her seat, wine glass in hand, and sauntered over to Orimus, who sat nearby with a slack-jawed grin.

Without breaking her gaze from Lorryll, she set the glass down and hooked her fingers under the hem of her dress. Slowly, she peeled the fabric up her thighs, exposing the smooth skin beneath, then over her hips, letting it bunch at her waist before tugging it higher.

The dress slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her naked except for a thin pair of panties that she shoved down next, kicking them aside. Her breasts swayed free, nipples hardening in the cool air.

She planted one foot on the edge of Orimus’s chair, her toes curling against his thigh.

’Lick my pussy,’ she commanded, her voice low and taunting, still staring straight at Lorryll. Orimus leaned in without hesitation, his tongue darting out to lap at her folds, tracing up her slit and circling her clit.

Elara’s breath hitched, but her eyes never left Lilianna’s face.

Then she lifted her foot higher, pressing it against Orimus’s mouth.

’Now suck my toes,’ she added, and he obeyed, taking her big toe between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue continued to flick against her wetness below.

Lilianna’s cheeks flushed, but a defiant fire ignited in her eyes.

She saw the challenge and met it head-on.

Standing abruptly, she turned to Lorryll.

’Husband, strip for me,’ she said, her tone sharp and unyielding.

Lorryll hesitated for a split second, his frown deepening, but the tension in the air pulled him in. His hands moved to the laces of her bodice, pulling them free until the fabric gaped open.

He slid the dress down her arms, exposing her full breasts, then pushed it past her hips so it fell to the ground.

Lilianna stepped out of it, shimmying her undergarments off next, her body bare and unashamed under the garden lights.

The two women locked stares across the space, a silent battle of wills crackling between them. Elara smirked first.

Orimus was licking clean her foot, totally, without hesitation.

Lilianna’s lips curled in response.

Lilianna snatched an empty wine bottle from the table—no, a full one still half-hidden behind a candle—and tilted it back, gulping down the rich red liquid until it dribbled from her chin and trailed between her breasts.

She drained it dry, the glass clinking empty as she tossed it aside.

Emboldened by the alcohol’s fire in her veins, she strode to Lorryll.

She shoved her husband back onto a nearby bench and straddled him, her thighs clamping around his hips. Guiding his slick cock to her entrance, she sank down hard, enveloping him fully, her pussy clenching around his length as she began to ride, grinding her clit against his base with each bounce.

Elara watched for a beat, then mirrored the move.

She displaced Orimus with a shove and mounted him, putting her pussy on his face, and told him to lick her as she moved back and forth.

All the while, her eyes stayed fixed on Lilianna, the challenge evolving into a mirrored frenzy of moans and wet slaps echoing through the garden.

The sounds of their moans filled the courtyard, and no maid or male servant dared raise their voice or move their eyes.

The night stretched on, the tension between the three women palpable as they competed for dominance and pleasure in the moonlit garden.