Chapter 11: The performance

The air in the grand dining room thickened with a tension so palpable it could have been cut with a blade.

Ethel turned to the red-haired beauty, her movements slow and deliberate, her hand rising to cup the woman's ample breast in her palm.

The fiery-haired woman gasped, her green eyes flickering with desire as if set aflame by Ethel's touch.

A whimper escaped her lips, and her body trembled under Ethel's hold.

"What is your name, fiery one?" Ethel asked, her voice a seductive purr.

The red-haired beauty moaned, her voice thick with arousal as her fingers instinctively found her own nipple, tugging at it in rhythm with the prince's hand. "I'm Mary," she whispered breathlessly.

Ethel smirked, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Mary... are you hungry?" Her words hung in the air like a challenge, their meaning layered with promises that made Mary shiver.

Mary bit her lip, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely audible.

Ethel's smile deepened, a sinful curve that promised indulgence. She took Mary's wrist in her hand, her movements graceful yet commanding, and began to sway her hips as if weaving a spell.

The room fell into silence, save for the soft rustle of fabric as Ethel climbed onto the table.

Her full hips and thighs moved with hypnotic precision, her every step sending a ripple of heat through the watching women.

The other women, all 96 of them, could only watch in stunned awe as Ethel guided Mary onto the table.

Plates and platters were brushed aside without a care, the delicacies replaced by the sheer spectacle of raw, untamed desire.

Ethel kissed Mary with fervor, her lips claiming the red-haired beauty's as her hands roamed her body.

Ethel's fingers tugged at Mary's nipples, her touch both teasing and possessive.

Mary whimpered, her green eyes glazed with lust, and as their lips parted, Ethel turned her gaze to the crown prince.

Her dark eyes burned with fire, daring him to look away. Yul, for his part, sat enthralled, his expression one of pure satisfaction.

The blonde stepped forward timidly, her fair features a stark contrast to the scene unfolding before her.

Her innocence was like a beacon in the heat of the room, her hesitation only adding to her allure.

She blinked, her wide blue eyes betraying her nervousness as she stood before Yul, her delicate hands clasped in front of her.

"Your Grace... are you hungry?" she asked softly, her voice trembling.

Yul's lips curled into a smirk, his gaze drinking her in. "Do you want to feed me, darling?" he drawled, his voice low and thick with anticipation.

She nodded, her movements shy yet deliberate as she turned at the waist, bending forward until her face was level with his.

Her lips closed around a single grape, plucking it from the table with a skill that made his blood run hot.

The chiffon of her garment clung to her, the outline of her small, perfectly round buttocks visible against the fabric.

The curve of her sex pressed tantalizingly into the thin material, and Yul's throat went dry.

She turned back to him, her face flushed, her lips now holding a ripe strawberry.

She leaned closer, her breath mingling with his, and he couldn't resist.

His mouth found the strawberry, his lips brushing hers as he took a bite.

She gasped softly, the sound delicate and innocent, but before she could withdraw, he caught her tongue with his own.

The kiss was a storm, wild, consuming, and relentless.

His hand found the back of her neck, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive fervor.

She trembled under him, her body taut with tension and desire. When he finally pulled back, she was gasping for air, her chest heaving as if she'd run a great distance.

Yul's gaze darkened, his hunger now undeniable.

But as he leaned forward to claim her again, his attention was drawn to the table.

Mary was now trailing her lips along Ethel's neck, her tongue darting out to taste the sheen of sweat that had formed on her skin.

She moved lower, her mouth finding the ripe strawberries that adorned Ethel's nipples, her tongue swirling around the soft fruit before taking it into her mouth.

Ethel moaned, her back arching as Mary feasted on her.

Her fingers tangled in Mary's red hair, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together.

The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, a symphony of moans and gasps that left the remaining women flushed and squirming where they stood.

Desire hung thick in the air, a tangible force that turned the room into a furnace.

Every eye was on the table, on the spectacle of Ethel and Mary, their bodies entwined, their movements bold and unrestrained.

Even the servants had stopped to watch, their professionalism forgotten in the heat of the moment.

The innocent blonde knelt before Yul, trembling as she reached for another grape. But before she could offer it to him, the doors creaked open once more.

The room fell into a stunned silence as Rae entered, her presence commanding in its simplicity.

She held a bottle of oil in her hand, her bronze skin gleaming under the light. Her lavender eyes met Yul's, and in that moment, he knew he was utterly at her mercy.

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