Chapter 17: let's garden

The army of the north had attacked the outer border of Lustrous today. The council chamber buzzed with heated discussions.

"It's a direct threat to our kingdom!" Gasus snarled, his voice echoing in the high-ceilinged room.

Yul sat silently, his sharp gaze cutting through the squabbling councilmembers.

"We must prepare our defenses immediately!" Angus exclaimed, flailing his arms dramatically. "Our enemies are seizing ground by conquering these smaller villages."

"The forces protecting the prince are insufficient," Pious added, his words dripping with implication.

Yul raised a brow, recognizing the veiled threat. Pious had always been aligned with his brother, a man who coveted the throne and would stop at nothing to claim it.

"You've done nothing but argue," Yul finally said, his voice calm but firm. "Return to your abodes. When you have a strategy worth my attention, we'll reconvene. For now, I need air."

The councilmembers rose as he stood, bowing stiffly before dispersing.

Yul strolled toward the gardens, his mind a storm of thoughts. Without the Royal Guard, his court was weak, filled with faint-hearted men. Strengthening his defenses was imperative, but how?

The laughter of women drifted through the air as he entered the garden, their carefree joy contrasting with his inner turmoil.

Evelyn noticed him instantly, her sharp eyes always attuned to his presence. She rose with feline grace, her every movement calculated to draw attention.

"Your Highness," she purred, her voice dripping with charm.

The other women halted their play and rushed over, bowing gracefully. "Your Highness," they chorused.

Yul's eyes searched the crowd, but the one he sought wasn't among them. Then, he saw her, Rae.

She lay reclined on a long chair, her beauty glowing in the soft afternoon sunlight. Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his.

"Your Highness," she said, her voice rich and melodic, "are you here to garden?"

Her words startled him, and he blinked. "Do you mean... pick flowers?"

Rising with unhurried steps, she approached him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "To garden."

She took his hand in hers, and he felt a jolt of electricity. If it was Rae leading him, he wouldn't mind getting his hands dirty.

Evelyn stepped forward with a knowing smile, commanding the other women with a single glance.

"Kneel," she instructed, and they obeyed, sinking gracefully onto the soft grass.

"Turn," Evelyn continued, her voice a velvet whip, "and arch."

The women followed, their rears raised in perfect display, their postures both obedient and enticing.

A mirror was brought, positioned to reflect their faces and bodies.

Evelyn moved behind them, her hands deftly tearing away delicate undergarments.

The thick cocoa-skinned woman was the first revealed, her curves so lush they seemed carved by the gods.

Evelyn clapped her rear lightly, watching the flesh ripple, her dark eyes locking with Yul's. As her rich, dark, pussy flesh glistening in the sun light.

His breath hitched.

Next, the cream-colored beauty with slender thighs was unveiled, her smooth skin glowing in the afternoon sun.

Her thighs so slender Evelyn ran the length of them with her hands slowly.

She kneaded her with deliberate slowness, showcasing her supple form of her ass, she massaged it to his view, letting her cream flesh lips rub together.

Yul's fingers gripped the armrest of the chair as Evelyn exposed the bronze-skinned woman, her modest curves accentuated by her shy but inviting posture.

Evelyn tugged at the fabric of her dress, letting the front of the brown woman's dress and her breasts spilled before the mirror, she tugged at the nipple.

Yul restrained a groan.

Finally, Evelyn approached the pale beauty. Her fingers lingered, trailing over the woman's soft skin before dipping lower.

She gripped the undergarments of the pale one. Her pink wetness was so sweet looking that Evelyn place a kiss on the lips of it dipping her tongue to taste.

And the pale woman shut her eyes in pleasure.

Evelyn smacked her bottom hard and she jerked.

Yul's pulse quickened as Evelyn's lips grazed the woman's trembling body.

It was an intoxicating performance, each moment orchestrated to test his control.

Rae returned, breaking the tension with a smirk and a bouquet of vibrant flowers in hand. "Alright, Your Highness," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's garden."