ZDwamena

The need to leave was on the tip of her fingers. She desperately tries to reach for her newfound freedom, but it doesn't work. 

Sadness and loneliness wrap around her like the finest silk clothes. The young mother has to hide her bruises with makeup and her tears with smiles. Looking towards her kin gave her a sense of jealousy but also a sense of determination. 

Although her innocence is gone, there is still a chance for them. So, she will do what she can to protect them from their wretched father. 


But that is easier said than done.

Sortilege in the Gales

Emerenziano groans as he continues to thrust heavily into Mariaisabelle's sweet canals. He grits his teeth and groans as he feels himself reaching his climax. He cannot believe what is happening; the daughter of his good friend is in his arms. And they are doing the devil's tango. But somehow it feels right. The woman has her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as the man is holding her against the barn wall.


Soft moans from the sweet woman push him to the brink as he spills his seed deep inside her. Once he slows down, they gaze at each other. Love and adoration swim in their pupils. With a few more thrusts, he slowly pulls out of her. The woman unravels her legs and tries to stand, but almost collapses to the floor. Emerenziano, quick to catch her, hold her in support.


"Thank you, my love," Mariaisabella breathes out. She is still slightly out of breath from their rigorous activity. Emerenziano responds with a sweet kiss on their cheek as they walk back into his home.


Although the practice is unhygienic, they both bathe together holding and washing one another.


The coitus has been happening for few days after their admission of love. Mariaisabelle didn't know that she can feel so much pleasure. But she knows that her heart belongs to the wise man.


Mariaisabelle has been learning so much from Emerenziano. She now knows how to cook, clean, and tend the animals. Everything that the woman has been doing in the last month was worth more than anything in her entire life.


Her mark of stability is now placed on the back of the nape. The fair lady smiles as she starts placing her fingers against the diamond.


Even though she does miss the convenience of her old life, it does stop her from being happy. Mariaisabelle always feels a sense of satisfaction whenever she finishes a task.


It is odd though. There are times where she would be thinking of her horrid father and his mistress. She is sure that they know about all of their escape. Mariaisabelle tries not to think of the possibility of being taken from her new life. 


But sadly, she is not wrong. Their time of savoring their sweet freedom will soon be over. 


But for now, I will let them be happy. 


Chapter Fifteen