Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Eastward

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"Do ... Just ...." Abela's words echoed inside Armand's head. Armand pulled his finger out and got up from his lying position. Positioning her body kneeling between abela's legs. Impatiently undressing her. And threw it on the floor.

"Don't .." said Abela as Armand was about to undress Abela. "Can I keep wearing it?"

Armand did not let go of his gaze in the slightest from the woman. "Alright, my lady," whispered the raucous Armand before again poking Abela's neck and neck. The seduction of his tongue made Abela sigh. And Abela's body is tense as Armand unites their bodies.

Abela let out a small shriek, a feeling of heat pouring into her stomach. Abela bit her lips again, her hand squeezing the blanket under them. From her increasingly beautiful eyes she saw Armand on top of her. Sweat dripped down on the Armand temple, flowing into his firm cheekbones and jaw. His eyes stared intently at Abela, grinning not to leave his face at all. The sight made Abela comment on a smile.

"Did? What makes you give me that charming smile?" armand asked approaching Abela again. Take one of his hands that squeezed the blanket for him to hold.

"I see you, you look handsome while you're doing this" Abela replied undaunted.

"Is that? Is that what made you squeeze me this strong? My handsome face?" Armand said in a low voice.

"Hmm ....?"

"You're pulsing very strongly in there," said Armand again still slowly and low as before.

"I know ... It felt so wonderful ..." replied Abela her soft voice sounded more like a whisper. Slightly stinged as it tried to hold back its sigh.

"You've never even said this before" Armand said.

"Are we just going to keep talking?" Abela raised her eyebrows. It looked like a challenge in Armand's eyes.

"You're even a little impatient."

"Armand !" Abela squealed as she felt the pull and then the pressure within the slow tempo.

"Yes ? I'm here Abela ...." Armand gave a light kiss on Abela's face. Abela's chest went up and down panting. "In you," whispered Armand again before his blasphemy accelerated. And Abela can't do much. Besides sighing and screaming softly.

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It's dinner time, but Tony doesn't dare knock on his master's bedroom door. Armand also did not light a bell, to call out to the servants. Tony heard the small clunky voice of the waiter lined up behind them. He turned around and told them to leave. Tony sighed before he also walked into the dining room.

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Bastian played his cutlery bored. When Tony arrived, the waiter poured water in his glass. And the chef started serving food.

"So ? I eat alone ?" ask Bastian flat.

"It looks like Mr and mistress Abela are asleep, young master." Tony gave a subtle explanation.

"Sleep you say?" Bastian grinned in between his feed. "All right, let's just say I believe."

"Did young master Orlando return to his residence as well?" ask Tony politely.

"No, I held him at the academy. I'm really trying to keep Orlando from knowing anything. I told him I had to go home because I was going on an expedition to eliminate the monsters again. So while I'm going to replace my father's duties in this house. Don't worry, he seems to believe me." Bastian was suddenly attracted by the sharpness of the meat-cutting knife he was holding.

"There have been numerous attacks against the lady. How can I not worry about him young master. No matter what happens this afternoon, I feel like a failure." Tony's down inside. His great master had not said anything since he returned from the palace. And his young master gave a gesture that everyone should be vigilant when around him.

These employers that Tony served were people who could not accept the people who crossed the line they made. A little cold-blooded and hard-hearted. Their temperament had softened slightly day by day since madam Abela and young lord Orlando were all around them. But Tony was worried again when this morning happened. Her master could not hold back her emotions and the gentle mistress Abela was nowhere to be seen anymore.

"Master ..." Tony's voice shook. What was he about to say to his young master?

"He doesn't seem to be just losing his memory, does he?" Bastian. "But you know Tony, he's still him. Didn't they? I don't know which side is the real one. It's possible that what we know is the made-up side."

"I ...." Tony did not continue his words, while his young master had already started eating again. He doesn't want to cross the line.

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Abela was getting ready with her riding clothes. One of Armand's war horses.

"You picked this horse?" tanya Armand approached.

"This horse is beautiful" Abela replied, still stroking the neck of the dark brown horse.

"Surprisingly, your horse is over there. He looks disappointed that you didn't come to him." Armand pointed at the beautiful but tough looking white horse still inside the stable.

"You should have told me earlier." Abela crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I don't think you'll have the strength to get up this early" Armand replied.

"Your face looks very satisfied" Abela said, making Armand laugh.

"Of course, I have no reason not to be satisfied." Armand placed his hand on Abela's waist.

"Just give it up," Abela rolled her bored eyes.

"What about you? Feelings now?" Armand whispered softly.

"What feeling? You mean my lust last night?" Abela still denied the vibrations she felt since morning. Everyone must feel like he feels right now if he has made love, right?

"Nafsu yes ... Okay ...." Armand said slowly. Didn't mean to argue with her lover.

"In the meantime we set out, the magic portal is inside the palace, the journey does not use magic for too long." Armand explained that he was still in the same position. Not intending to stay away one bit.

"alright. I sent a letter to my house. Tell them I'm following you." Abela removed Armand's hand from her waist. And started riding the brown horse he elus had just. "I keep wearing this horse" Abela said confidently.

Armand simply nodded his head and rode his own horse. Armand guided their way. Towards where the soldiers gathered. With the command of his captain, they swiftly rode their horses into the palace - where the magic portal was located.

Abela stared in amazement at a gate with a flash of blue light. He hadn't seen this gate in a long time. Hundreds of years ago when he gave this gate to the king of the time.

Abela looked at Armand as she was sure the man was looking at her. With a small smile and a nod of the head, Armand gestured for Abela to enter the gate following him. The neighing sound of horses was heard as one by one the soldiers went inside.

Abela clutching the saddle strap of her horse. A little nervous to get past his own creation. When Armand entered the gate, Abela followed him without hesitation. Inside it, it looked like a shining white passageway. Long and wide. Abela focused her gaze on Armand's horse so that he wouldn't get lost.

The faster he controlled his horse as the blue light lightning flashed more and more clearly. And with the horse's neighing voice and the blinding light. Abela made it through the magic teleportation device.

Abela was stunned with the hills visible in front of her. Dandelion flower swivels floated in the wind with a very large number. Like snow falling in a hot musin. For a long time, Abela had not been to this area.

This place was still as beautiful as he remembered it once was, the place where he was born and grew up. The place where he left all his descendants.

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