The Crown's Fire - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Henpecked*
Greta was certain she would die of embarrassment afterward, but for now, she decided to follow what her body wanted. It was a new experience, and she wanted to share it with Elijah.

Elijah’s hands slid up her thighs, sending jolts of electricity through her. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle any sounds as she felt him kiss her inner thighs.

Her eyes widened in shock when Elijah buried his face in her most private part. She tried to pull him up, her voice trembling, “What are you doing?” The thought of him kissing her womanhood made her face flush with embarrassment.

Elijah’s eyes were intense as he spoke hoarsely, “Greta, I’m dying to taste you there. Can you let me? I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

She hesitated, but her body shuddered when she felt Elijah’s thumb rubbing her clit. “You’re so wet here and it needs attention,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of eagerness and desire.

“I promise I will make you feel good,” he assured her before leaning in and gently licking her folds.

Her body arched as her hands found themselves tangled in Elijah’s soft hair. She felt like her soul left her body as Elijah licked her folds and suckled her clit. Something was coiling inside her stomach, tightening with every touch.

“Elijah,” she moaned his name repeatedly, mewling when his tongue entered her. She felt it harden as it moved in and out of her opening, the pleasure overwhelming. Her hips began grinding against Elijah’s face, seeking more.

“Some-thing… Ahhh.. something’s coming out,” she stuttered, her voice trembling.

Elijah slid a finger inside her, his tongue and mouth still working on her throbbing clit. The sensation was too much; she was about to explode. Elijah didn’t stop, and her inner muscles clamped down. Whatever he was doing, it accelerated her pleasure, and she found herself jolting.

Her body trembled so hard that Greta swore she could see stars. Elijah continued to lap up everything she released in her orgasm. It looked strange, but it felt so good. Her body craved more, and she couldn’t help but want to experience it again. Or more…

Greta’s eyes widened as she realized what she was thinking. She looked at Elijah, who finally raised his head after licking her dry. He had a wide grin on his face as he licked his lips and whispered, “Greta, I knew you would taste this incredible.”

He crawled on top of her and whispered, “Taste yourself.” He kissed her, and Greta ended up moaning. She felt like Elijah had her under his spell, unable to resist anything he did to her.

They were still kissing when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but King Ezekiel needs to see you right now, Elijah,” Atlas’s voice called out. Elijah quickly released her, and they were both panting.

“I’m coming,” Elijah replied. He kissed her forehead and said, “Goodnight, Greta. Dream of me. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Her lips parted as she watched him hurriedly get out of bed and leave her bedchamber.

She gulped as she sat up, feeling the need to bathe after Elijah’s passionate kisses. Biting her lips, she noticed the marks he had left on her skin. A sweet smile stretched across her lips as she traced them with her fingers, a mixture of embarrassment and delight coursing through her. She couldn’t believe what had just happened but knew it was a moment she would cherish.

*****

Atlas clicked his tongue and told Elijah, “Fix your hair and clothes.” Elijah chuckled and quickly straightened his clothes and brushed his hair with his fingers.

“I can’t believe you’re sneaking around like this,” Atlas snorted as he started walking with Elijah beside him.

“I guess you wouldn’t understand my sentiment since, in your case, it’s Princess Ezme who pursued you,” Elijah replied straightforwardly.

Atlas coughed and smirked, knowing Elijah had hit a sore spot. “Besides, it was just dinner,” Elijah murmured.

“And yet you look like you had a different kind of dinner, staying inside a maiden’s bedchamber. You do know that the palace has ears, and this will circulate quickly,” Atlas reminded him.

“Well, I’m willing to take responsibility,” Elijah beamed.

“You… you did it on purpose?”

“Not really, but I know the consequences and I don’t care. I simply want to have Greta and make her fall in love with me. I guess I’ll seek my dear sister-in-law for some pointers,” Elijah said with a grin. Atlas was like a brother to him, so he always called Princess Ezme his sister-in-law.

“Don’t you dare disturb my wife about matters like this. Besides, she’s been moody lately…” Atlas sighed.

Elijah stopped walking and asked, “What do you mean moody? Isn’t it natural for her to have mood swings every now and then?”

“It’s a bit different now. She’s craving too much human blood, so I feel that something is off. Also, she’s…” Atlas’s face reddened.

“What?! Tell me, maybe I can help. Or do you want me to get a healer more familiar with vampire anatomy?” Elijah suggested, concerned for Ezme’s well-being. After all, he and Ezme had become quite close, their personalities always matched well.

“She’s become wild…” Atlas murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

“Do you mean she’s hurting you physically?” Elijah asked with a frown.

“This is enough, let’s head back,” Atlas grunted. Elijah’s eyes widened, seeing how red Atlas was, and he burst out, “You mean in bed? That you can no longer keep up with her?” He followed as Atlas almost ran away from him.

“Close your mouth!” Atlas hissed. Elijah chuckled. “Vampires are naturally like that. Didn’t you know they also go into heat like werewolves?”

Atlas abruptly stopped and faced him. Elijah shook his head and scolded, “You married a vampire. You should have studied more about her kind to understand it better. This is what you get for skipping our classes whenever they were about different beings aside from humans. Goodness.”

“Tell me more,” Atlas demanded. Elijah crossed his arms and lectured, “Unlike werewolves, who undergo heat every year, vampires experience it every five years or maybe longer. I heard they truly go feral. They also have to bite and drink blood from their partner to satiate themselves, or else they will be in pain.”

“But Ezme won’t bite me and drink from me. She’s so scared of turning me since she can’t control the vampire venom on her fangs,” Atlas reminded him.

“Oh right! But wait, Master Kasper is around now. You can ask him to see Ezme. He can definitely help her get through this!” Elijah commented.

Atlas’s eyes widened as he gasped, “Right!”

He then turned to Elijah and said, “Go now to our king. I’ll have a word with Master Kasper right away.”

Elijah nodded with a wide smile and watched Atlas run off to find Master Kasper. Meanwhile, he returned to the celebration where the guests were still enjoying the party.

As he reached where the king sat with their queen, Elijah gave them a curt bow and said, “My king, you were looking for me?”

King Ezekiel released a sigh, and Elijah knew the reason behind it. Their search had failed because, for some reason, despite Clay returning to the grand hall, Levi could no longer sense the ominous feeling he had felt earlier.

Ezekiel signaled him to come closer, and Elijah obliged. “I’ll ask you to lead the watch on those four in particular for the night,” the king whispered.

“I understand, Your Majesty,” Elijah replied. It seemed he would indeed have a hard time seeing Greta tonight.

The king and queen left, and Elijah remained at the party, subtly watching the four men. Minister Greg and Marquis Clay were both relatives of the monarch. Greg was the king’s second cousin, while Clay was his half-cousin.

In his opinion, those two were closer to being enemies than Minister Arlan and especially Marquis Hebron. However, he needed to remain vigilant and keep his guard up.

“Son,” he flinched when his father suddenly touched his shoulder from behind.

“There are so many beautiful ladies at this party. I noticed you didn’t ask anyone for a dance,” Chancellor Javier commented.

“Well, I don’t like any of them,” Elijah simply replied.

“How about Lady Froila? Or Lady Sansa? Those two are the most sought-after maidens right now since they excel in their crafts.” Chancellor Javier pointed out.

“Hmm, why didn’t you mention Lady Greta?” Elijah asked straightforwardly, making his father cough.

“She’s the one you like?” Chancellor Javier murmured.

Elijah turned to his father with a grin and declared, “She’s the one I love, Father. So help me out and start wooing her family on my behalf.”

“Are you serious, Son? Lady Greta seems like someone hard to handle. I mean… she’s the Minister of Justice. I don’t want you to be a henpecked husband,” his father retorted.

Elijah didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at how his father’s face crumpled. He wasn’t surprised since Greta had a reputation…

“What’s wrong with it? You and Mother have a strong relationship, and I thought the secret was because you’re a henpecked husband?” he teased his father, whose face reddened.

Then he quickly added, “Don’t worry, I can handle Greta, Father. So please tell Mother to help me out too. How about you two start visiting the Holmes from now on?”