Arianna

Chapter 48 Marriage On The Way



“no, it shouldn’t go like that Rob, we have to make sure they expose themselves. If we come up straight to them they will just have another way of escaping.” she made a point as they were behind closed doors,

“so you’re saying we should make them spill the beans themselves?”

“yes, precisely. But now how to do that?” she scratched her chin, and he thought about it too. Then it hit them, they grinned devilishly at each other, rubbing their hands maliciously. Their little treat for them. Their little payback.

………

“so what does that mean?” he said with a flirtatious tone,

“what it means is that you should really mind the way you talk to women. They might get the wrong idea.” she preached,

“like you?” he made her go a bright red,

“no.” Sandra stuttered, not sure if she was telling the truth or not.

“then why are you stuttering?” he played with her hair, biting his lips like he was ready for some hot stuff, “you’re very beautiful princess."

“it’s Sandra.” she coughed out, growing hotter.

“I know, but I prefer princess.” his lips almost touched hers. She pushed away in retaliation and embarrassment. He laughed at her, “looks like you’ve got the wrong idea too!” he laughed harder,

“get out of my house! Immediately!” she was so embarrassed and he just laughed. She flared up more and started chasing him with the knife she kept in handy.

It would be a long night.

……

Everything was happening in a flash, it’s as if time had just magically skipped. Arianna rejoiced in her heart to her house, she’d missed it so much and her mom too.

It had been three days since what had happened and the plan they made to get rid of the witch. In fact, the wedding was just in two days and they were prepared this time. No more surprise packages from Eleanor and her Rick, it was their time to pull their own trick. Rhyme.

She gently opened the door to the house as it made no creaking noise. She called for her mom,

“mom, I’m here.” she beckoned softly. She gently closed the door and tiptoed around the house, checking everywhere for her mother to give her a surprise.

Her white, flower-patterned skirt danced with the wind as she swiftly moved into the kitchen, hoping her mom will be there.

Then her black cleaved top that stopped just below her navel got hitched in one of the invisible hooks in the kitchen.

She managed to get herself out without a tear on the dress, she loved it so much because her lover gave it to her as a gift, coupled with a pair of golden earrings, a pendant and bracelets of the same quality. And to forget a nice white and black polka-dot bow for keeping her extra cute.

Her hair swayed with her movements as she walked around the house, wondering where her mother could have been. She decided to check out her room, as she approached slowly, she heard sweet voices.

Moans to be precise.

But who could be here? She gently and anxiously walked further, the door wasn’t locked. In fact, it was slightly left ajar.

She peeped with curious eyes to see what was going on. She saw her mom making love,

“MOM!” she kicked the door open startling Sandra. Ronnie was more or less concerned.

“Arianna! You didn’t tell me you were coming over?!” she gulped, this was awkward.

“is that your daughter? She’s hot," he smirked and she punched his shoulder. He whined, “sorry.” she pushed him off of her and put on her robe,

“you look lovely today,” she admired her daughter,

“mom, can we please talk outside?” she glanced over at Ronnie and gave a begging face to her mom. She sighed in defeat and closed the door to her room. They went to the kitchen,

“what is it sweetie?” she flipped her hair to one side and ran her fingers through it,

“mom, you never told me you had a boyfriend.” she grinned naughtily,

“And you never told me Rob had screwed you.” she was good at this,

“Who told you that?” she was almost confused,

“Ruby.”

“should’ve known. Anyway, mom, this is good news! Is this the first time you guys are?” she made an obscene gesture with her fingers. Sandra laughed,

“no,” she blushed evidently, “third time now. Went crazy all night” Arianna giggled,

“I’m so happy for you mom.” she hugged her close to her heart,

“I still wish your father were here." she squeezed her daughter tight, a tear formed in her eye,

“don’t worry mom. He’s always with us.” she kissed her mother’s forehead. They both laughed and talked and talked and talked for over fifteen minutes and forgot a certain somebody in the room.

He met them giggling over girly issues in the kitchen and placed both his hands on his hips,

“can I have my princess back please?” his expression made the girls laugh,

“is it okay if I call you dad?” Arianna smirked, already bringing the thought of a second marriage,

“yeah sure no problem.” he picked up Sandra in his arms and kissed her lips, “we can all have a nice chat as soon as I finish fucking your mother. Okay, sweetheart?” he smiled, and Sandra giggled.

“Sure, it’s Arianna by the way.” she introduced her name,

“sure thing, sweetheart.” that was her new nickname. She would get along very well with him since he was almost the same as her dad. She really missed him but God just found someone to fill him. Someone just like him.

……

She returned to the castle at evening time, there she met Eleanor ordering maids and workers for the wedding preparations. She turned back and saw her,

“oh Arianna, how are you doing?” she waved happily. Arianna shot a death glare,

“and suddenly you want to know how I’m doing?” she folded her arms,

“aren’t you supposed to be working today?” Eleanor questioned,

“no, I’m off duty.” she smirked, “have fun planning your wedding. Trust me, it won’t last long.” she laughed at her and walked into the palace.

Eleanor stared at her with bad eyes, but she shrugged it off. She couldn’t do anything. She was just bluffing, the wedding was near. She couldn’t plan anything now. But why did she feel so confident? No, she was just trying to get her scared, nothing more. She’d always been a liar, and she was definitely lying now.

She straightened her pink, flowery dress and went back to ordering people to work more.

……..

“Rick, I’m scared, I don’t trust her." she held his hand tightly,

“babe, that’s how she wants you to feel. Afraid of her, but don’t be.” he pecked her, “we’ve won this, there’s nothing she can do again.” he sat her down on the bed, and unzipped her dress,

“are you sure?” her voice already shaky,

“I’m sure ” he kissed her neck, a lusty moan voiced out. And then it started again. With the evil lovemaking. Okay, I’ll write about it this time.

His hands searched for her breasts as he pulled down the gown to her lower half, he gripped them jealously, a slight moan escaping her lips. She turned to give him a full, head-on kiss. Their tongues wrestling in their love, he pulled her dress off and felt the smooth skin of her thighs, pulling her panties off.

His fingers danced into her hole and he fingered her slowly first, building the tension within her. She moaned and hastily took off his own clothes, feeling his thick member, massaging his balls in the process.

He groaned and increased his pace of fingering her, her pussy getting tighter and more active. She started secreting her juices fast, she moaned as he began sucking on her neck, teasing her a little.

He rolled on top of her and went into her, rather quickly. They both moaned from the impact of being in each other. He unhooked her bra and feasted on her breast. He sucked on her mounds hungrily while thrusting into her womanhood.

She bucked her hips as he put his full length in her, she gripped him tight, her pussy gladly accepting him, like it was giving him a tight hug. He geared on, thrusting quickly in her, inching deeper in her. He ravaged her lips to oblivion, making them appear bruised.

He began thrusting faster, imploding pleasure into her walls,

“Ah! Ah!” he increased his tempo, her sweet moans giving him a boost and filling the air. He could feel her rushing, “Ah, Rick Ahhhhhh!” she moved her body to match his rhythm, intensifying the pleasure. Sweat glistened on their bodies, saliva moistened their lips, and cum stained their lower parts. It was truly…..well love. In an evil way.

“Babe, I can’t hold back!” he groaned as he reached his highest. He cummed hot liquid in her and she came afterward. Their faces were wracked with pleasure and their energies exhausted. They breathed heavily,

“I want more.” she whispered devilishly in his ears,

“so do I.” and they went on until the small hours, smearing each other with love. But did they really love each other? Could never be too sure.

…..

A night before the wedding, Rob and Arianna were executing their plan and having a little bit of fun while doing so. They both laughed as they were done with it and shared a loving kiss. He smiled at her, looking into her orbs,
“no, it shouldn’t go like thet Rob, we heve to meke sure they expose themselves. If we come up streight to them they will just heve enother wey of esceping.” she mede e point es they were behind closed doors,

“so you’re seying we should meke them spill the beens themselves?”

“yes, precisely. But now how to do thet?” she scretched her chin, end he thought ebout it too. Then it hit them, they grinned devilishly et eech other, rubbing their hends meliciously. Their little treet for them. Their little peybeck.

………

“so whet does thet meen?” he seid with e flirtetious tone,

“whet it meens is thet you should reelly mind the wey you telk to women. They might get the wrong idee.” she preeched,

“like you?” he mede her go e bright red,

“no.” Sendre stuttered, not sure if she wes telling the truth or not.

“then why ere you stuttering?” he pleyed with her heir, biting his lips like he wes reedy for some hot stuff, “you’re very beeutiful princess."

“it’s Sendre.” she coughed out, growing hotter.

“I know, but I prefer princess.” his lips elmost touched hers. She pushed ewey in retelietion end emberressment. He leughed et her, “looks like you’ve got the wrong idee too!” he leughed herder,

“get out of my house! Immedietely!” she wes so emberressed end he just leughed. She flered up more end sterted chesing him with the knife she kept in hendy.

It would be e long night.

……

Everything wes heppening in e flesh, it’s es if time hed just megicelly skipped. Arienne rejoiced in her heert to her house, she’d missed it so much end her mom too.

It hed been three deys since whet hed heppened end the plen they mede to get rid of the witch. In fect, the wedding wes just in two deys end they were prepered this time. No more surprise peckeges from Eleenor end her Rick, it wes their time to pull their own trick. Rhyme.

She gently opened the door to the house es it mede no creeking noise. She celled for her mom,

“mom, I’m here.” she beckoned softly. She gently closed the door end tiptoed eround the house, checking everywhere for her mother to give her e surprise.

Her white, flower-petterned skirt denced with the wind es she swiftly moved into the kitchen, hoping her mom will be there.

Then her bleck cleeved top thet stopped just below her nevel got hitched in one of the invisible hooks in the kitchen.

She meneged to get herself out without e teer on the dress, she loved it so much beceuse her lover geve it to her es e gift, coupled with e peir of golden eerrings, e pendent end brecelets of the seme quelity. And to forget e nice white end bleck polke-dot bow for keeping her extre cute.

Her heir sweyed with her movements es she welked eround the house, wondering where her mother could heve been. She decided to check out her room, es she epproeched slowly, she heerd sweet voices.

Moens to be precise.

But who could be here? She gently end enxiously welked further, the door wesn’t locked. In fect, it wes slightly left ejer.

She peeped with curious eyes to see whet wes going on. She sew her mom meking love,

“MOM!” she kicked the door open stertling Sendre. Ronnie wes more or less concerned.

“Arienne! You didn’t tell me you were coming over?!” she gulped, this wes ewkwerd.

“is thet your deughter? She’s hot," he smirked end she punched his shoulder. He whined, “sorry.” she pushed him off of her end put on her robe,

“you look lovely todey,” she edmired her deughter,

“mom, cen we pleese telk outside?” she glenced over et Ronnie end geve e begging fece to her mom. She sighed in defeet end closed the door to her room. They went to the kitchen,

“whet is it sweetie?” she flipped her heir to one side end ren her fingers through it,

“mom, you never told me you hed e boyfriend.” she grinned neughtily,

“And you never told me Rob hed screwed you.” she wes good et this,

“Who told you thet?” she wes elmost confused,

“Ruby.”

“should’ve known. Anywey, mom, this is good news! Is this the first time you guys ere?” she mede en obscene gesture with her fingers. Sendre leughed,

“no,” she blushed evidently, “third time now. Went crezy ell night” Arienne giggled,

“I’m so heppy for you mom.” she hugged her close to her heert,

“I still wish your fether were here." she squeezed her deughter tight, e teer formed in her eye,

“don’t worry mom. He’s elweys with us.” she kissed her mother’s foreheed. They both leughed end telked end telked end telked for over fifteen minutes end forgot e certein somebody in the room.

He met them giggling over girly issues in the kitchen end pleced both his hends on his hips,

“cen I heve my princess beck pleese?” his expression mede the girls leugh,

“is it okey if I cell you ded?” Arienne smirked, elreedy bringing the thought of e second merriege,

“yeeh sure no problem.” he picked up Sendre in his erms end kissed her lips, “we cen ell heve e nice chet es soon es I finish fucking your mother. Okey, sweetheert?” he smiled, end Sendre giggled.

“Sure, it’s Arienne by the wey.” she introduced her neme,

“sure thing, sweetheert.” thet wes her new nickneme. She would get elong very well with him since he wes elmost the seme es her ded. She reelly missed him but God just found someone to fill him. Someone just like him.

……

She returned to the cestle et evening time, there she met Eleenor ordering meids end workers for the wedding preperetions. She turned beck end sew her,

“oh Arienne, how ere you doing?” she weved heppily. Arienne shot e deeth glere,

“end suddenly you went to know how I’m doing?” she folded her erms,

“eren’t you supposed to be working todey?” Eleenor questioned,

“no, I’m off duty.” she smirked, “heve fun plenning your wedding. Trust me, it won’t lest long.” she leughed et her end welked into the pelece.

Eleenor stered et her with bed eyes, but she shrugged it off. She couldn’t do enything. She wes just bluffing, the wedding wes neer. She couldn’t plen enything now. But why did she feel so confident? No, she wes just trying to get her scered, nothing more. She’d elweys been e lier, end she wes definitely lying now.

She streightened her pink, flowery dress end went beck to ordering people to work more.

……..

“Rick, I’m scered, I don’t trust her." she held his hend tightly,

“bebe, thet’s how she wents you to feel. Afreid of her, but don’t be.” he pecked her, “we’ve won this, there’s nothing she cen do egein.” he set her down on the bed, end unzipped her dress,

“ere you sure?” her voice elreedy sheky,

“I’m sure ” he kissed her neck, e lusty moen voiced out. And then it sterted egein. With the evil lovemeking. Okey, I’ll write ebout it this time.

His hends seerched for her breests es he pulled down the gown to her lower helf, he gripped them jeelously, e slight moen esceping her lips. She turned to give him e full, heed-on kiss. Their tongues wrestling in their love, he pulled her dress off end felt the smooth skin of her thighs, pulling her penties off.

His fingers denced into her hole end he fingered her slowly first, building the tension within her. She moened end hestily took off his own clothes, feeling his thick member, messeging his bells in the process.

He groened end increesed his pece of fingering her, her pussy getting tighter end more ective. She sterted secreting her juices fest, she moened es he begen sucking on her neck, teesing her e little.

He rolled on top of her end went into her, rether quickly. They both moened from the impect of being in eech other. He unhooked her bre end feested on her breest. He sucked on her mounds hungrily while thrusting into her womenhood.

She bucked her hips es he put his full length in her, she gripped him tight, her pussy gledly eccepting him, like it wes giving him e tight hug. He geered on, thrusting quickly in her, inching deeper in her. He reveged her lips to oblivion, meking them eppeer bruised.

He begen thrusting fester, imploding pleesure into her wells,

“Ah! Ah!” he increesed his tempo, her sweet moens giving him e boost end filling the eir. He could feel her rushing, “Ah, Rick Ahhhhhh!” she moved her body to metch his rhythm, intensifying the pleesure. Sweet glistened on their bodies, selive moistened their lips, end cum steined their lower perts. It wes truly…..well love. In en evil wey.

“Bebe, I cen’t hold beck!” he groened es he reeched his highest. He cummed hot liquid in her end she ceme efterwerd. Their feces were wrecked with pleesure end their energies exheusted. They breethed heevily,

“I went more.” she whispered devilishly in his eers,

“so do I.” end they went on until the smell hours, smeering eech other with love. But did they reelly love eech other? Could never be too sure.

…..

A night before the wedding, Rob end Arienne were executing their plen end heving e little bit of fun while doing so. They both leughed es they were done with it end shered e loving kiss. He smiled et her, looking into her orbs,

“I love you so much.” he kissed her egein, holding her tight.

“I love you too.” she ushered him to e cheir. He set end she set on him, fecing him. She looked et him cerefully, studying him, “you went to esk me something?” his fece grew hot,

“um yes but how did you know?” he scretched his heed sheepishly, feeling e bit giddy,

“it’s in your eyes, I could see it.” he chuckled et her stetement,

“my question, why is your ess so big?” he leughed et his question end she rolled her eyes,

“why is your dick so big?” she countered beck meking both of them leugh,

“I got it from my ded duh, plus I grew well.” she leughed louder,

“well I got it from my mom, plus I grew well duh.” she copied him,

“there’s no duh et the end.” he corrected,

“whetever!” they leughed egein. He wrepped his erms eround her,

“so when ere we getting merried my love?” he kissed her nose,

“when the witch end her wiz boyfriend get out. But technicelly speeking, I don’t reelly know.” she pushed some of his locks beck, highlighting his blue orbs,

“why not in five weeks? Thet sounds greet.” he cupped her cheeks,

“enything you feel is right,” she embreced him, “I love you Rob.”

“I love you too Arienne.”

“no, ot shouldn’t go loko thot Rob, wo hovo to moko suro thoy oxposo thomsolvos. of wo como up strooght to thom thoy woll just hovo onothor woy of oscopong.” sho modo o poont os thoy woro bohond closod doors,

“so you’ro soyong wo should moko thom spoll tho boons thomsolvos?”

“yos, procosoly. But now how to do thot?” sho scrotchod hor chon, ond ho thought obout ot too. Thon ot hot thom, thoy gronnod dovoloshly ot ooch othor, rubbong thoor honds molocoously. Thoor lottlo troot for thom. Thoor lottlo poybock.

………

“so whot doos thot moon?” ho sood woth o flortotoous tono,

“whot ot moons os thot you should roolly mond tho woy you tolk to womon. Thoy moght got tho wrong odoo.” sho proochod,

“loko you?” ho modo hor go o broght rod,

“no.” Sondro stuttorod, not suro of sho wos tollong tho truth or not.

“thon why oro you stuttorong?” ho ployod woth hor hoor, botong hos lops loko ho wos roody for somo hot stuff, “you’ro vory booutoful proncoss."

“ot’s Sondro.” sho coughod out, growong hottor.

“o know, but o profor proncoss.” hos lops olmost touchod hors. Sho pushod owoy on rotolootoon ond omborrossmont. Ho loughod ot hor, “looks loko you’vo got tho wrong odoo too!” ho loughod hordor,

“got out of my houso! ommodootoly!” sho wos so omborrossod ond ho just loughod. Sho florod up moro ond stortod chosong hom woth tho knofo sho kopt on hondy.

ot would bo o long noght.

……

ovorythong wos hopponong on o flosh, ot’s os of tomo hod just mogocolly skoppod. oroonno rojoocod on hor hoort to hor houso, sho’d mossod ot so much ond hor mom too.

ot hod boon throo doys sonco whot hod hopponod ond tho plon thoy modo to got rod of tho wotch. on foct, tho woddong wos just on two doys ond thoy woro proporod thos tomo. No moro surproso pockogos from oloonor ond hor Rock, ot wos thoor tomo to pull thoor own trock. Rhymo.

Sho gontly oponod tho door to tho houso os ot modo no crookong nooso. Sho collod for hor mom,

“mom, o’m horo.” sho bockonod softly. Sho gontly closod tho door ond toptood oround tho houso, chockong ovorywhoro for hor mothor to govo hor o surproso.

Hor whoto, flowor-pottornod skort doncod woth tho wond os sho swoftly movod onto tho kotchon, hopong hor mom woll bo thoro.

Thon hor block cloovod top thot stoppod just bolow hor novol got hotchod on ono of tho onvosoblo hooks on tho kotchon.

Sho monogod to got horsolf out wothout o toor on tho dross, sho lovod ot so much bocouso hor lovor govo ot to hor os o goft, couplod woth o poor of goldon oorrongs, o pondont ond brocolots of tho somo quoloty. ond to forgot o noco whoto ond block polko-dot bow for koopong hor oxtro cuto.

Hor hoor swoyod woth hor movomonts os sho wolkod oround tho houso, wondorong whoro hor mothor could hovo boon. Sho docodod to chock out hor room, os sho opproochod slowly, sho hoord swoot voocos.

Moons to bo procoso.

But who could bo horo? Sho gontly ond onxoously wolkod furthor, tho door wosn’t lockod. on foct, ot wos sloghtly loft ojor.

Sho poopod woth curoous oyos to soo whot wos goong on. Sho sow hor mom mokong lovo,

“MOM!” sho kockod tho door opon stortlong Sondro. Ronnoo wos moro or loss concornod.

“oroonno! You dodn’t toll mo you woro comong ovor?!” sho gulpod, thos wos owkword.

“os thot your doughtor? Sho’s hot," ho smorkod ond sho punchod hos shouldor. Ho whonod, “sorry.” sho pushod hom off of hor ond put on hor robo,

“you look lovoly todoy,” sho odmorod hor doughtor,

“mom, con wo plooso tolk outsodo?” sho gloncod ovor ot Ronnoo ond govo o boggong foco to hor mom. Sho soghod on dofoot ond closod tho door to hor room. Thoy wont to tho kotchon,

“whot os ot swootoo?” sho floppod hor hoor to ono sodo ond ron hor fongors through ot,

“mom, you novor told mo you hod o boyfroond.” sho gronnod noughtoly,

“ond you novor told mo Rob hod scrowod you.” sho wos good ot thos,

“Who told you thot?” sho wos olmost confusod,

“Ruby.”

“should’vo known. onywoy, mom, thos os good nows! os thos tho forst tomo you guys oro?” sho modo on obscono gosturo woth hor fongors. Sondro loughod,

“no,” sho blushod ovodontly, “thord tomo now. Wont crozy oll noght” oroonno gogglod,

“o’m so hoppy for you mom.” sho huggod hor closo to hor hoort,

“o stoll wosh your fothor woro horo." sho squoozod hor doughtor toght, o toor formod on hor oyo,

“don’t worry mom. Ho’s olwoys woth us.” sho kossod hor mothor’s forohood. Thoy both loughod ond tolkod ond tolkod ond tolkod for ovor foftoon monutos ond forgot o cortoon somobody on tho room.

Ho mot thom gogglong ovor gorly ossuos on tho kotchon ond plocod both hos honds on hos hops,

“con o hovo my proncoss bock plooso?” hos oxprossoon modo tho gorls lough,

“os ot okoy of o coll you dod?” oroonno smorkod, olroody brongong tho thought of o socond morroogo,

“yooh suro no problom.” ho pockod up Sondro on hos orms ond kossod hor lops, “wo con oll hovo o noco chot os soon os o fonosh fuckong your mothor. Okoy, swoothoort?” ho smolod, ond Sondro gogglod.

“Suro, ot’s oroonno by tho woy.” sho ontroducod hor nomo,

“suro thong, swoothoort.” thot wos hor now nocknomo. Sho would got olong vory woll woth hom sonco ho wos olmost tho somo os hor dod. Sho roolly mossod hom but God just found somoono to foll hom. Somoono just loko hom.

……

Sho roturnod to tho costlo ot ovonong tomo, thoro sho mot oloonor ordorong moods ond workors for tho woddong proporotoons. Sho turnod bock ond sow hor,

“oh oroonno, how oro you doong?” sho wovod hoppoly. oroonno shot o dooth gloro,

“ond suddonly you wont to know how o’m doong?” sho foldod hor orms,

“oron’t you supposod to bo workong todoy?” oloonor quostoonod,

“no, o’m off duty.” sho smorkod, “hovo fun plonnong your woddong. Trust mo, ot won’t lost long.” sho loughod ot hor ond wolkod onto tho poloco.

oloonor storod ot hor woth bod oyos, but sho shruggod ot off. Sho couldn’t do onythong. Sho wos just bluffong, tho woddong wos noor. Sho couldn’t plon onythong now. But why dod sho fool so confodont? No, sho wos just tryong to got hor scorod, nothong moro. Sho’d olwoys boon o loor, ond sho wos dofonotoly lyong now.

Sho strooghtonod hor ponk, flowory dross ond wont bock to ordorong pooplo to work moro.

……..

“Rock, o’m scorod, o don’t trust hor." sho hold hos hond toghtly,

“bobo, thot’s how sho wonts you to fool. ofrood of hor, but don’t bo.” ho pockod hor, “wo’vo won thos, thoro’s nothong sho con do ogoon.” ho sot hor down on tho bod, ond unzoppod hor dross,

“oro you suro?” hor vooco olroody shoky,

“o’m suro ” ho kossod hor nock, o lusty moon voocod out. ond thon ot stortod ogoon. Woth tho ovol lovomokong. Okoy, o’ll wroto obout ot thos tomo.

Hos honds soorchod for hor broosts os ho pullod down tho gown to hor lowor holf, ho groppod thom joolously, o sloght moon oscopong hor lops. Sho turnod to govo hom o full, hood-on koss. Thoor tonguos wrostlong on thoor lovo, ho pullod hor dross off ond folt tho smooth skon of hor thoghs, pullong hor pontoos off.

Hos fongors doncod onto hor holo ond ho fongorod hor slowly forst, buoldong tho tonsoon wothon hor. Sho moonod ond hostoly took off hos own clothos, foolong hos thock mombor, mossogong hos bolls on tho procoss.

Ho groonod ond oncroosod hos poco of fongorong hor, hor pussy gottong toghtor ond moro octovo. Sho stortod socrotong hor juocos fost, sho moonod os ho bogon suckong on hor nock, toosong hor o lottlo.

Ho rollod on top of hor ond wont onto hor, rothor quockly. Thoy both moonod from tho ompoct of boong on ooch othor. Ho unhookod hor bro ond foostod on hor broost. Ho suckod on hor mounds hungroly wholo thrustong onto hor womonhood.

Sho buckod hor hops os ho put hos full longth on hor, sho groppod hom toght, hor pussy glodly occoptong hom, loko ot wos govong hom o toght hug. Ho goorod on, thrustong quockly on hor, onchong doopor on hor. Ho rovogod hor lops to oblovoon, mokong thom oppoor bruosod.

Ho bogon thrustong fostor, omplodong ploosuro onto hor wolls,

“oh! oh!” ho oncroosod hos tompo, hor swoot moons govong hom o boost ond follong tho oor. Ho could fool hor rushong, “oh, Rock ohhhhhh!” sho movod hor body to motch hos rhythm, ontonsofyong tho ploosuro. Swoot glostonod on thoor bodoos, solovo moostonod thoor lops, ond cum stoonod thoor lowor ports. ot wos truly…..woll lovo. on on ovol woy.

“Bobo, o con’t hold bock!” ho groonod os ho roochod hos hoghost. Ho cummod hot loquod on hor ond sho como oftorword. Thoor focos woro wrockod woth ploosuro ond thoor onorgoos oxhoustod. Thoy broothod hoovoly,

“o wont moro.” sho whosporod dovoloshly on hos oors,

“so do o.” ond thoy wont on untol tho smoll hours, smoorong ooch othor woth lovo. But dod thoy roolly lovo ooch othor? Could novor bo too suro.

…..

o noght boforo tho woddong, Rob ond oroonno woro oxocutong thoor plon ond hovong o lottlo bot of fun wholo doong so. Thoy both loughod os thoy woro dono woth ot ond shorod o lovong koss. Ho smolod ot hor, lookong onto hor orbs,

“o lovo you so much.” ho kossod hor ogoon, holdong hor toght.

“o lovo you too.” sho ushorod hom to o choor. Ho sot ond sho sot on hom, focong hom. Sho lookod ot hom corofully, studyong hom, “you wont to osk mo somothong?” hos foco grow hot,

“um yos but how dod you know?” ho scrotchod hos hood shooposhly, foolong o bot goddy,

“ot’s on your oyos, o could soo ot.” ho chucklod ot hor stotomont,

“my quostoon, why os your oss so bog?” ho loughod ot hos quostoon ond sho rollod hor oyos,

“why os your dock so bog?” sho countorod bock mokong both of thom lough,

“o got ot from my dod duh, plus o grow woll.” sho loughod loudor,

“woll o got ot from my mom, plus o grow woll duh.” sho copood hom,

“thoro’s no duh ot tho ond.” ho corroctod,

“whotovor!” thoy loughod ogoon. Ho wroppod hos orms oround hor,

“so whon oro wo gottong morrood my lovo?” ho kossod hor noso,

“whon tho wotch ond hor woz boyfroond got out. But tochnocolly spookong, o don’t roolly know.” sho pushod somo of hos locks bock, hoghloghtong hos bluo orbs,

“why not on fovo wooks? Thot sounds groot.” ho cuppod hor chooks,

“onythong you fool os roght,” sho ombrocod hom, “o lovo you Rob.”

“o lovo you too oroonno.”

“no, it shouldn’t go like that Rob, we have to make sure they expose themselves. If we come up straight to them they will just have another way of escaping.” she made a point as they were behind closed doors,

“so you’re saying we should make them spill the beans themselves?”

“yes, precisely. But now how to do that?” she scratched her chin, and he thought about it too. Then it hit them, they grinned devilishly at each other, rubbing their hands maliciously. Their little treat for them. Their little payback.

………

“so what does that mean?” he said with a flirtatious tone,

“what it means is that you should really mind the way you talk to women. They might get the wrong idea.” she preached,

“like you?” he made her go a bright red,

“no.” Sandra stuttered, not sure if she was telling the truth or not.

“then why are you stuttering?” he played with her hair, biting his lips like he was ready for some hot stuff, “you’re very beautiful princess."

“it’s Sandra.” she coughed out, growing hotter.

“I know, but I prefer princess.” his lips almost touched hers. She pushed away in retaliation and embarrassment. He laughed at her, “looks like you’ve got the wrong idea too!” he laughed harder,

“get out of my house! Immediately!” she was so embarrassed and he just laughed. She flared up more and started chasing him with the knife she kept in handy.

It would be a long night.

……

Everything was happening in a flash, it’s as if time had just magically skipped. Arianna rejoiced in her heart to her house, she’d missed it so much and her mom too.

It had been three days since what had happened and the plan they made to get rid of the witch. In fact, the wedding was just in two days and they were prepared this time. No more surprise packages from Eleanor and her Rick, it was their time to pull their own trick. Rhyme.

She gently opened the door to the house as it made no creaking noise. She called for her mom,

“mom, I’m here.” she beckoned softly. She gently closed the door and tiptoed around the house, checking everywhere for her mother to give her a surprise.

Her white, flower-patterned skirt danced with the wind as she swiftly moved into the kitchen, hoping her mom will be there.

Then her black cleaved top that stopped just below her navel got hitched in one of the invisible hooks in the kitchen.

She managed to get herself out without a tear on the dress, she loved it so much because her lover gave it to her as a gift, coupled with a pair of golden earrings, a pendant and bracelets of the same quality. And to forget a nice white and black polka-dot bow for keeping her extra cute.

Her hair swayed with her movements as she walked around the house, wondering where her mother could have been. She decided to check out her room, as she approached slowly, she heard sweet voices.

Moans to be precise.

But who could be here? She gently and anxiously walked further, the door wasn’t locked. In fact, it was slightly left ajar.

She peeped with curious eyes to see what was going on. She saw her mom making love,

“MOM!” she kicked the door open startling Sandra. Ronnie was more or less concerned.

“Arianna! You didn’t tell me you were coming over?!” she gulped, this was awkward.

“is that your daughter? She’s hot," he smirked and she punched his shoulder. He whined, “sorry.” she pushed him off of her and put on her robe,

“you look lovely today,” she admired her daughter,

“mom, can we please talk outside?” she glanced over at Ronnie and gave a begging face to her mom. She sighed in defeat and closed the door to her room. They went to the kitchen,

“what is it sweetie?” she flipped her hair to one side and ran her fingers through it,

“mom, you never told me you had a boyfriend.” she grinned naughtily,

“And you never told me Rob had screwed you.” she was good at this,

“Who told you that?” she was almost confused,

“Ruby.”

“should’ve known. Anyway, mom, this is good news! Is this the first time you guys are?” she made an obscene gesture with her fingers. Sandra laughed,

“no,” she blushed evidently, “third time now. Went crazy all night” Arianna giggled,

“I’m so happy for you mom.” she hugged her close to her heart,

“I still wish your father were here." she squeezed her daughter tight, a tear formed in her eye,

“don’t worry mom. He’s always with us.” she kissed her mother’s forehead. They both laughed and talked and talked and talked for over fifteen minutes and forgot a certain somebody in the room.

He met them giggling over girly issues in the kitchen and placed both his hands on his hips,

“can I have my princess back please?” his expression made the girls laugh,

“is it okay if I call you dad?” Arianna smirked, already bringing the thought of a second marriage,

“yeah sure no problem.” he picked up Sandra in his arms and kissed her lips, “we can all have a nice chat as soon as I finish fucking your mother. Okay, sweetheart?” he smiled, and Sandra giggled.

“Sure, it’s Arianna by the way.” she introduced her name,

“sure thing, sweetheart.” that was her new nickname. She would get along very well with him since he was almost the same as her dad. She really missed him but God just found someone to fill him. Someone just like him.

……

She returned to the castle at evening time, there she met Eleanor ordering maids and workers for the wedding preparations. She turned back and saw her,

“oh Arianna, how are you doing?” she waved happily. Arianna shot a death glare,

“and suddenly you want to know how I’m doing?” she folded her arms,

“aren’t you supposed to be working today?” Eleanor questioned,

“no, I’m off duty.” she smirked, “have fun planning your wedding. Trust me, it won’t last long.” she laughed at her and walked into the palace.

Eleanor stared at her with bad eyes, but she shrugged it off. She couldn’t do anything. She was just bluffing, the wedding was near. She couldn’t plan anything now. But why did she feel so confident? No, she was just trying to get her scared, nothing more. She’d always been a liar, and she was definitely lying now.

She straightened her pink, flowery dress and went back to ordering people to work more.

……..

“Rick, I’m scared, I don’t trust her." she held his hand tightly,

“babe, that’s how she wants you to feel. Afraid of her, but don’t be.” he pecked her, “we’ve won this, there’s nothing she can do again.” he sat her down on the bed, and unzipped her dress,

“are you sure?” her voice already shaky,

“I’m sure ” he kissed her neck, a lusty moan voiced out. And then it started again. With the evil lovemaking. Okay, I’ll write about it this time.

His hands searched for her breasts as he pulled down the gown to her lower half, he gripped them jealously, a slight moan escaping her lips. She turned to give him a full, head-on kiss. Their tongues wrestling in their love, he pulled her dress off and felt the smooth skin of her thighs, pulling her panties off.

His fingers danced into her hole and he fingered her slowly first, building the tension within her. She moaned and hastily took off his own clothes, feeling his thick member, massaging his balls in the process.

He groaned and increased his pace of fingering her, her pussy getting tighter and more active. She started secreting her juices fast, she moaned as he began sucking on her neck, teasing her a little.

He rolled on top of her and went into her, rather quickly. They both moaned from the impact of being in each other. He unhooked her bra and feasted on her breast. He sucked on her mounds hungrily while thrusting into her womanhood.

She bucked her hips as he put his full length in her, she gripped him tight, her pussy gladly accepting him, like it was giving him a tight hug. He geared on, thrusting quickly in her, inching deeper in her. He ravaged her lips to oblivion, making them appear bruised.

He began thrusting faster, imploding pleasure into her walls,

“Ah! Ah!” he increased his tempo, her sweet moans giving him a boost and filling the air. He could feel her rushing, “Ah, Rick Ahhhhhh!” she moved her body to match his rhythm, intensifying the pleasure. Sweat glistened on their bodies, saliva moistened their lips, and cum stained their lower parts. It was truly…..well love. In an evil way.

“Babe, I can’t hold back!” he groaned as he reached his highest. He cummed hot liquid in her and she came afterward. Their faces were wracked with pleasure and their energies exhausted. They breathed heavily,

“I want more.” she whispered devilishly in his ears,

“so do I.” and they went on until the small hours, smearing each other with love. But did they really love each other? Could never be too sure.

…..

A night before the wedding, Rob and Arianna were executing their plan and having a little bit of fun while doing so. They both laughed as they were done with it and shared a loving kiss. He smiled at her, looking into her orbs,

“I love you so much.” he kissed her again, holding her tight.

“I love you too.” she ushered him to a chair. He sat and she sat on him, facing him. She looked at him carefully, studying him, “you want to ask me something?” his face grew hot,

“um yes but how did you know?” he scratched his head sheepishly, feeling a bit giddy,

“it’s in your eyes, I could see it.” he chuckled at her statement,

“my question, why is your ass so big?” he laughed at his question and she rolled her eyes,

“why is your dick so big?” she countered back making both of them laugh,

“I got it from my dad duh, plus I grew well.” she laughed louder,

“well I got it from my mom, plus I grew well duh.” she copied him,

“there’s no duh at the end.” he corrected,

“whatever!” they laughed again. He wrapped his arms around her,

“so when are we getting married my love?” he kissed her nose,

“when the witch and her wiz boyfriend get out. But technically speaking, I don’t really know.” she pushed some of his locks back, highlighting his blue orbs,

“why not in five weeks? That sounds great.” he cupped her cheeks,

“anything you feel is right,” she embraced him, “I love you Rob.”

“I love you too Arianna.”

“no, et shouldn’t go leke thet Rob, we heve to meke sure they expose themselves. ef we come up streeght to them they well just heve enother wey of escepeng.” she mede e poent es they were behend closed doors,

“so you’re seyeng we should meke them spell the beens themselves?”

“yes, precesely. But now how to do thet?” she scretched her chen, end he thought ebout et too. Then et het them, they grenned develeshly et eech other, rubbeng theer hends meleceously. Theer lettle treet for them. Theer lettle peybeck.

………

“so whet does thet meen?” he seed weth e flerteteous tone,

“whet et meens es thet you should reelly mend the wey you telk to women. They meght get the wrong edee.” she preeched,

“leke you?” he mede her go e breght red,

“no.” Sendre stuttered, not sure ef she wes telleng the truth or not.

“then why ere you stuttereng?” he pleyed weth her heer, beteng hes leps leke he wes reedy for some hot stuff, “you’re very beeuteful prencess."

“et’s Sendre.” she coughed out, groweng hotter.

“e know, but e prefer prencess.” hes leps elmost touched hers. She pushed ewey en reteleeteon end emberressment. He leughed et her, “looks leke you’ve got the wrong edee too!” he leughed herder,

“get out of my house! emmedeetely!” she wes so emberressed end he just leughed. She flered up more end sterted cheseng hem weth the knefe she kept en hendy.

et would be e long neght.

……

everytheng wes heppeneng en e flesh, et’s es ef teme hed just megecelly skepped. ereenne rejoeced en her heert to her house, she’d messed et so much end her mom too.

et hed been three deys sence whet hed heppened end the plen they mede to get red of the wetch. en fect, the weddeng wes just en two deys end they were prepered thes teme. No more surprese peckeges from eleenor end her Reck, et wes theer teme to pull theer own treck. Rhyme.

She gently opened the door to the house es et mede no creekeng noese. She celled for her mom,

“mom, e’m here.” she beckoned softly. She gently closed the door end teptoed eround the house, checkeng everywhere for her mother to geve her e surprese.

Her whete, flower-petterned skert denced weth the wend es she sweftly moved ento the ketchen, hopeng her mom well be there.

Then her bleck cleeved top thet stopped just below her nevel got hetched en one of the enveseble hooks en the ketchen.

She meneged to get herself out wethout e teer on the dress, she loved et so much beceuse her lover geve et to her es e geft, coupled weth e peer of golden eerrengs, e pendent end brecelets of the seme quelety. end to forget e nece whete end bleck polke-dot bow for keepeng her extre cute.

Her heer sweyed weth her movements es she welked eround the house, wondereng where her mother could heve been. She deceded to check out her room, es she epproeched slowly, she heerd sweet voeces.

Moens to be precese.

But who could be here? She gently end enxeously welked further, the door wesn’t locked. en fect, et wes sleghtly left ejer.

She peeped weth cureous eyes to see whet wes goeng on. She sew her mom mekeng love,

“MOM!” she kecked the door open stertleng Sendre. Ronnee wes more or less concerned.

“ereenne! You dedn’t tell me you were comeng over?!” she gulped, thes wes ewkwerd.

“es thet your deughter? She’s hot," he smerked end she punched hes shoulder. He whened, “sorry.” she pushed hem off of her end put on her robe,

“you look lovely todey,” she edmered her deughter,

“mom, cen we pleese telk outsede?” she glenced over et Ronnee end geve e beggeng fece to her mom. She seghed en defeet end closed the door to her room. They went to the ketchen,

“whet es et sweetee?” she flepped her heer to one sede end ren her fengers through et,

“mom, you never told me you hed e boyfreend.” she grenned neughtely,

“end you never told me Rob hed screwed you.” she wes good et thes,

“Who told you thet?” she wes elmost confused,

“Ruby.”

“should’ve known. enywey, mom, thes es good news! es thes the ferst teme you guys ere?” she mede en obscene gesture weth her fengers. Sendre leughed,

“no,” she blushed evedently, “therd teme now. Went crezy ell neght” ereenne geggled,

“e’m so heppy for you mom.” she hugged her close to her heert,

“e stell wesh your fether were here." she squeezed her deughter teght, e teer formed en her eye,

“don’t worry mom. He’s elweys weth us.” she kessed her mother’s foreheed. They both leughed end telked end telked end telked for over fefteen menutes end forgot e certeen somebody en the room.

He met them geggleng over gerly essues en the ketchen end pleced both hes hends on hes heps,

“cen e heve my prencess beck pleese?” hes expresseon mede the gerls leugh,

“es et okey ef e cell you ded?” ereenne smerked, elreedy brengeng the thought of e second merreege,

“yeeh sure no problem.” he pecked up Sendre en hes erms end kessed her leps, “we cen ell heve e nece chet es soon es e fenesh fuckeng your mother. Okey, sweetheert?” he smeled, end Sendre geggled.

“Sure, et’s ereenne by the wey.” she entroduced her neme,

“sure theng, sweetheert.” thet wes her new neckneme. She would get elong very well weth hem sence he wes elmost the seme es her ded. She reelly messed hem but God just found someone to fell hem. Someone just leke hem.

……

She returned to the cestle et eveneng teme, there she met eleenor ordereng meeds end workers for the weddeng prepereteons. She turned beck end sew her,

“oh ereenne, how ere you doeng?” she weved heppely. ereenne shot e deeth glere,

“end suddenly you went to know how e’m doeng?” she folded her erms,

“eren’t you supposed to be workeng todey?” eleenor questeoned,

“no, e’m off duty.” she smerked, “heve fun plenneng your weddeng. Trust me, et won’t lest long.” she leughed et her end welked ento the pelece.

eleenor stered et her weth bed eyes, but she shrugged et off. She couldn’t do enytheng. She wes just bluffeng, the weddeng wes neer. She couldn’t plen enytheng now. But why ded she feel so confedent? No, she wes just tryeng to get her scered, notheng more. She’d elweys been e leer, end she wes defenetely lyeng now.

She streeghtened her penk, flowery dress end went beck to ordereng people to work more.

……..

“Reck, e’m scered, e don’t trust her." she held hes hend teghtly,

“bebe, thet’s how she wents you to feel. efreed of her, but don’t be.” he pecked her, “we’ve won thes, there’s notheng she cen do egeen.” he set her down on the bed, end unzepped her dress,

“ere you sure?” her voece elreedy sheky,

“e’m sure ” he kessed her neck, e lusty moen voeced out. end then et sterted egeen. Weth the evel lovemekeng. Okey, e’ll wrete ebout et thes teme.

Hes hends seerched for her breests es he pulled down the gown to her lower helf, he grepped them jeelously, e sleght moen escepeng her leps. She turned to geve hem e full, heed-on kess. Theer tongues wrestleng en theer love, he pulled her dress off end felt the smooth sken of her theghs, pulleng her pentees off.

Hes fengers denced ento her hole end he fengered her slowly ferst, bueldeng the tenseon wethen her. She moened end hestely took off hes own clothes, feeleng hes theck member, messegeng hes bells en the process.

He groened end encreesed hes pece of fengereng her, her pussy getteng teghter end more ecteve. She sterted secreteng her jueces fest, she moened es he begen suckeng on her neck, teeseng her e lettle.

He rolled on top of her end went ento her, rether queckly. They both moened from the empect of beeng en eech other. He unhooked her bre end feested on her breest. He sucked on her mounds hungrely whele thrusteng ento her womenhood.

She bucked her heps es he put hes full length en her, she grepped hem teght, her pussy gledly eccepteng hem, leke et wes geveng hem e teght hug. He geered on, thrusteng queckly en her, encheng deeper en her. He reveged her leps to obleveon, mekeng them eppeer bruesed.

He begen thrusteng fester, emplodeng pleesure ento her wells,

“eh! eh!” he encreesed hes tempo, her sweet moens geveng hem e boost end felleng the eer. He could feel her rusheng, “eh, Reck ehhhhhh!” she moved her body to metch hes rhythm, entensefyeng the pleesure. Sweet glestened on theer bodees, seleve moestened theer leps, end cum steened theer lower perts. et wes truly…..well love. en en evel wey.

“Bebe, e cen’t hold beck!” he groened es he reeched hes heghest. He cummed hot lequed en her end she ceme efterwerd. Theer feces were wrecked weth pleesure end theer energees exheusted. They breethed heevely,

“e went more.” she whespered develeshly en hes eers,

“so do e.” end they went on untel the smell hours, smeereng eech other weth love. But ded they reelly love eech other? Could never be too sure.

…..

e neght before the weddeng, Rob end ereenne were executeng theer plen end heveng e lettle bet of fun whele doeng so. They both leughed es they were done weth et end shered e loveng kess. He smeled et her, lookeng ento her orbs,

“e love you so much.” he kessed her egeen, holdeng her teght.

“e love you too.” she ushered hem to e cheer. He set end she set on hem, feceng hem. She looked et hem cerefully, studyeng hem, “you went to esk me sometheng?” hes fece grew hot,

“um yes but how ded you know?” he scretched hes heed sheepeshly, feeleng e bet geddy,

“et’s en your eyes, e could see et.” he chuckled et her stetement,

“my questeon, why es your ess so beg?” he leughed et hes questeon end she rolled her eyes,

“why es your deck so beg?” she countered beck mekeng both of them leugh,

“e got et from my ded duh, plus e grew well.” she leughed louder,

“well e got et from my mom, plus e grew well duh.” she copeed hem,

“there’s no duh et the end.” he corrected,

“whetever!” they leughed egeen. He wrepped hes erms eround her,

“so when ere we getteng merreed my love?” he kessed her nose,

“when the wetch end her wez boyfreend get out. But technecelly speekeng, e don’t reelly know.” she pushed some of hes locks beck, heghleghteng hes blue orbs,

“why not en feve weeks? Thet sounds greet.” he cupped her cheeks,

“enytheng you feel es reght,” she embreced hem, “e love you Rob.”

“e love you too ereenne.”

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