Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

Chapter 121: An Almost Perfect Morning

Kaelith drove into her with one powerful thrust, drawing a moan from her lips.

There was something different about the hardness of a males morning arousal, and the delicious stretch of her inner walls around him could hardly be described any other way.

Her muscles clenched around his cock, but he gave her no time to savor the sensation.

With a wet, slick sound, he pulled back again.

Mirabelle’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she looked up into her mate’s face.

"Like this?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep.

"More," was all she managed to get out.

"Oh, so greedy."

With that, he thrust into her again. An incredibly erotic groan escaped his lips, causing Mirabelle’s inner walls to clench around him.

"Fuck."

Kaelith’s fingers dug into her upper arms.

"Hm?", a mischievous smile curled across her lips.

The hyena Beastman lowered himself onto his elbows and brought his lips close to her ear. As he did, his cock twitched inside her.

"I almost came just now."

Mirabelle grinned.

"How is that my fault?"

She dragged her tongue along the pulse of his neck, sending a shudder through his entire body. Once again, his cock moved inside her.

"I think I need to drive that mischief out of you."

With that, he caught her hands, which had already begun exploring his upper body, and pinned them beside her face with his own. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, their fingers intertwined.

Kaelith looked deep into her eyes.

Then he began to roll his hips, moving against her slowly, thrusting into her again and again.

The rhythm was torture. Enough to make the tension inside her build higher and higher...

But never enough to grant her release.

Beads of sweat formed across her skin from the heat burning inside her.

Again and again, she tried to move beneath him, attempting to urge him into giving her more.

But the hyena Beastman remained relentless.

"More," she begged. "Give me more."

"Tell me exactly what you want," he demanded as his tip once again struck against her core.

"Let me come, Kaelith." The moment she said his name, the male above her tensed.

"Let me come and fill me with your seed."

That was the end of his control.

With a growl, he thrust into her again, significantly harder than before, while simultaneously quickening his pace.

Stars danced before Mirabelle’s eyes. She arched her back toward him, giving him the best possible angle.

And then it became too much.

The tension inside her finally broke, dissolving into a tingling sensation that swept through her entire body until she lost herself completely in the bliss of her climax.

Above her, Kaelith came with a growl. His cock pulsed inside her, and she felt every hot spurt of his release.

For a brief moment, they simply held each other.

Then Kaelith wrapped his arms around her back.

"Hold on to me with your legs."

She did as he told her and watched in amazement as the hyena Beastman somehow managed to lift her without slipping out of her.

With Mirabelle securely wrapped around him, he carried her across the room in long strides, heading straight for the bathroom.

Without hesitation, he stepped directly into the bathing pool.

The air in here was pleasantly cool against Mirabelle’s heated skin. Morning sunlight streamed through the sea of plants growing before the windows, casting dancing shadows across the walls.

Cool water lapped against her skin as Kaelith slowly carried her deeper into the pool.

She shivered at the first touch. But after the heat of the morning, the freshness was more than welcome.

Carefully, she untangled herself from him.

Now standing before him, she watched the clear water wash away the lingering traces of their morning activities.

"Let me wash you."

Kaelith settled onto one of the submerged steps, and Mirabelle made herself comfortable between his legs.

With a soft cloth, he began gently wiping down her body. Beneath the surface, her tail swayed lazily through the water, occasionally sending tiny ripples across the pool.

Her entire body felt so deeply content that her eyelids gradually lowered until she was watching the shimmering reflections on the wall through little more than narrow slits.

The quiet sound of water lapping against stone filled the room. Every now and then, a droplet fell somewhere among the plants.

It was incredibly soothing.

Every day could start like this.

"I told you."

Mirabelle opened her eyes.

"Told me what?"

"That next time, I’d bathe with you."

"If I remember correctly, your exact words were, ’The next time I’m invited.’ I don’t recall inviting you today."

"Pff. Details."

She could practically hear the grin in his voice.

"The important thing is that I’m in the bathing pool with you."

Mirabelle chuckled and closed her eyes again. He sounded far too pleased with himself for her to bother arguing.

A short while later, she was sitting with her mates in the conservatory where she’d first met two of them, eating breakfast.

It was strange to think back to that day now.

So much had happened since then that it felt as though months must have passed rather than mere weeks.

Her mates were discussing the pastries in front of them and a soldier named Argon who apparently possessed an unusual ice ability.

Mirabelle simply chewed her breakfast and listened.

For once, she was perfectly content doing nothing more than enjoying the sound of their voices around her.

It really could have been the perfect morning... If Tara hadn’t appeared and hurried her along.

Apparently, her grandmother was already on her way, and they expected her to arrive within the next hour.

Mirabelle barely had enough time to grab something that looked like a fluffy cloud made of mashed fruit before she was ushered out of the room.

Silas cast an envious glance at her breakfast-to-go as she happily nibbled on it while they made their way through the cool castle corridors.

Her mother was already waiting at the foot of the stairs leading down to the entrance courtyard, her mates standing a short distance behind her. Apparently, only eight of them were currently present.

Lonan, the bear Beastman, winked at Mirabelle as she stepped forward to take her place beside her mother.

Her own mates positioned themselves a little behind her, level with her fathers.

Fortunately, the courtyard was still shaded.

Otherwise, Mirabelle was fairly certain she would’ve melted on the spot.

It promised to be an unusually hot day. Heat was already shimmering in the air beyond the shadows, and even the songbirds seemed to lack the energy to sing.

Mirabelle was particularly grateful for her choice of dress today.

With the heat promising to become almost unbearable, she had chosen a wide, flowing gown in a warm berry shade. The silky fabric fell loosely and shimmery around her body, barely touching her skin as it moved with every step.

She had also...

...removed the sleeves.

Entirely.

Her shoulders were still covered, preserving at least some semblance of propriety, but her arms remained completely bare.

The alteration had earned her a horrified gasp from Tara that morning.

Her mother, on the other hand, had merely looked her up and down once. Then she’d said nothing. Which Mirabelle had confidently interpreted as permission.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long.

At first, Mirabelle only heard it.

A distant rumble.

So faint that she almost mistook it for thunder rolling somewhere beyond the castle walls.

Then came voices.

The calls of guards.

The hurried footsteps of servants.

And beneath it all a slow, heavy rhythm.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Mirabelle’s ears immediately swiveled toward the entrance to the courtyard.

Beside her, her mother’s posture straightened almost imperceptibly.

The enormous gates stood open, offering a view of the road beyond, and it wasn’t long before the first members of the approaching procession appeared.

Mirabelle blinked.

Then blinked again.

An elephant walked through the castle gates.

An actual...

enormous...

elephant.

For several seconds, Mirabelle completely forgot about the woman sitting upon its back.

The massive Beast male towered over everyone around him. Each measured step sent a faint vibration through the pale stone beneath Mirabelle’s feet, his broad ears moving lazily in the morning heat.

Despite his immense size, there was something remarkably dignified about him.

No saddle rested upon his back.

Instead, layers of intricately woven fabric had been draped across it, shimmering with every movement.

Turquoise bled into sea green. Pale blue melted into pearl white. Hints of soft coral and rose appeared whenever the sunlight struck the fabric from a different angle.

The surface possessed an unusual pattern that reminded Mirabelle of overlapping scales.

But the fabric looked impossibly light and smooth, flowing around the elephant’s enormous body like water.

And seated above it...

was her grandmother.

Mirabelle’s attention finally shifted upward.

The former Duchess of Luchsenstein sat perfectly straight.

She was tall for a female. Even seated, that much was obvious.

Slender, too.

Almost excessively so.

Age had sharpened what must once have been an extraordinarily beautiful face, leaving behind elegant cheekbones and fine features that now carried an unmistakable severity.

There was nothing frail about her. Nothing soft.

Mirabelle immediately understood where her mother had inherited that particular expression.

The older lynx female surveyed the courtyard with cool, assessing eyes.