From the Nurturer

The Galali Kingdom had been informed of the pair of Kael and Valencia. Newspaper thrown in the market with the news, while another landed on Gerald’s hand.

He seethed, crumbling the paper. Then he slammed it to the ground and stomped on it.

“Fuck! What happened when everything was going according to plan?!” he shouted. Before he could think further—

“Gerald…” Cindalle called softly from the door. She closed the door behind her and looked at him. Gerald frowned. “You were too hasty on this…”

“Mother, stay out of this—”

Cindalle slapped Gerald across the face. Gerald froze, glaring at her as his cheek bruised.

“Why did you do that? I told you to wait…”

Gerald’s eyes twitched.

“How dare you slap—?”

SLAP.

“Why? Because I’m not your biological mother?” she taunted. Gerald clenched his fists. She smirked. “I’m here to help you… but if you keep messing up and ruining my plan, I won’t forgive you and your father.”

“And why should I listen to a nobody like you?”

Cindalle sneered.

“Because…” she paused, stepping into his face. “Without me, your father wouldn’t be a king…”

“Heh…” Gerald scoffed.

Cindalle rolled her eyes, walking to his wine basket and pouring herself a glass. She swirled the red wine in a circle before turning back to him.

“Who is that lady beside the Light Esper?” Cindalle questioned.

Gerald grunted.

“I don’t fucking know… all I know is that he was adamant in keeping her by his side…”

“What do you mean by ‘you don’t know’?” she responded. They locked eyes as she sipped. “I guess being a prince doesn’t give you the privilege to know everything…”

She slammed the glass down, spilling some on the table. Then she brushed past him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Don’t talk to me like that…” Gerald demanded. She slapped his hand off. He quickly grabbed her neck and seethed. “What the fuck—?”

“When you have little to no Light aura in you… what makes you think you’ll become the next king? The people will choose that Young Duke over you anytime,” Cindalle threatened, smiling. “Unless you marry a saint like your father did… after he left your mother to die.”

“Shut the fuck up! You made him do it—”

“What? You can’t accept that your father didn’t love your mother?” she taunted.

Gerald lifted her by the neck.

“I told you to shut up…” he muttered.

She grinned and brushed his hair back.

“When I turn your age, I hope I get the world under my palm…” she whispered. Then she leaned closer, tipping her toes. “After your father dies… and if you want…”

Gerald looked at her. A woman nearly his age, two decades younger than his father. He smirked and pulled her in for a kiss, devouring her warm breath from the wine.

He hugged her below the thighs, carrying her to his bed while locking tongues. She moaned as he groped her chest and slid the other hand under her dress rem. He pinned her wrists down after ripping her leggings.

“Who told you to marry my father when you could have married me?” Gerald murmured against her ear.

She hugged his neck and pulled him near with a sly grin.

“You should have found me before your father then…”

Gerald sneered as he stared at her. He tore her top and removed her dress. Then he undressed himself as she watched. He leaned down—

Cindalle pushed him down and sat over his waist.

“Heh… what are you doing—?”

She reached behind her bottom, grabbing his shaft. He groaned and held her curves.

“You know… your father only sees women as tools to keep him on the throne…” she started, then she gasped.

Gerald rubbed his thumb between her legs.

“You lust for my body…” he teased, then he pressed her sensitive spot.

She leaned her head back, staring at the curtains on top of the mattress and letting out a moan. She ground against his thumb, leaking. Gerald watched her move and grinned eagerly as he applied more pressure. Then he slipped it inside her warmth, while she rocked her hips, panting.

“I bet my father doesn’t get you this aroused… he’s too old for this,” he mocked.

Cindalle smiled and lifted her lower body. She turned around and placed her legs beside each of his ears.

“Then make me scream…” she added. Gerald cackled before revealing her layered hole. He pressed his face to it, smearing her juice with his tongue. “Yeah… rougher…”

She then grabbed his shaft tightly, stroking up and down. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip to the end, licking.

Gerald closed his eyes with the pleasure peaking on his lower half. He then pressed one finger inside her, thrusting in the rhythm of her hips moving back and forth. She lowered her chest, touching his belly with her breast.

“More…” she gasped, curving her back.

He smirked and pushed her hip onto the bed. She landed and stared at him, while he pulled her hair back. She grinned.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he whispered, then he spread her legs and muffled her with a kiss. He moved between her legs, grinding himself into her. His tip—