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"What did you bring?" Zafron asked, his curiosity piqued. His mind raced through possibilities – perhaps some herbal remedy or a poultice for his wounds.

Given his rapid recovery, he couldn't help but feel slightly amused at the thought of needing additional medicine.

Matilda's expression turned serious as she reached into the cloth. "Actually, Zafron, I wanted to ask you about this," she said, her voice careful.

To Zafron's surprise, she pulled out the bracelet that Cassandra had given him. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized it.

"Where did you get that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Matilda's eyes met his, searching. "It fell from your pocket yesterday when we were tending to your wounds. I was wondering... who does it belong to?"

"Oh, that," he said, trying to sound casual. "It's mine. Cassandra gave it to me yesterday as a gift. We went shopping together, you see."

He could see Matilda processing this information, her brow furrowed slightly.

"I thought I had dropped it when I was struggling to get home after the... encounter with the robbers," Zafron continued, hoping to fill in any gaps in his story. "I'm glad you found it. I would have hated to lose it so soon after receiving it."

Matilda nodded slowly, but Zafron could see a hint of doubt in her eyes. "I see," she said, her tone neutral. "It's a beautiful piece. Cassandra has good taste."

She held out the bracelet to him, and Zafron took it, feeling its cool weight in his palm.

"Thank you for returning it," he said sincerely, hoping to dispel any lingering suspicions. "It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome," she said, her eyes fixed on Zafron's forehead and wandering down to his abdomen.

'It's almost like he was never injured. The state he came in yesterday and now, they look so... different!! How does one heal this fast without magic. Should I ask him?' she thought for a second there while staring at him but then again, she hesitated.

The man had just survived a robbery, the least she could do was be grateful for that. If anything had happened to him, she didn't know what she would do.

"I couldn't help but notice how Cassandra was behaving around you this morning. The way she looked at you..."

Zafron's brow furrowed. "What about it?"

She sighed deeply, her eyes reflecting a hint of sadness. "I fear... I fear she might do what I've been dreading the most."

Curiosity piqued, followed by a smile as Zafron leaned forward. "What is it that you fear most, Matilda?"

Another sigh escaped her lips before she replied, "I'm afraid Cassandra will take you away from us."

Zafron's expression softened. He approached her and enveloped Matilda in a warm embrace, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I promise you, Matilda, I will never leave you or Mara. You two are mine now,"

Matilda smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she gently pulled away from the hug. "May I?" she asked, gesturing to the bracelet.

Zafron nodded, extending his hand. As Matilda carefully fastened the bracelet around his wrist, she explained, "This is a rare and expensive silver bracelet. It's not something you see every day."

Once secured, she stepped back to admire how it looked. "It suits you well, Zafron. It looks good on you. Everything looks good on you."

"Thank you, Matilda," Zafron said sincerely, both for the bracelet and for her care and concern.

Zafron leaned in once again, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips this time around. The warmth of the moment wrapped around them. After some moments, they gently pulled away and he whispered, "I'll take care of you all, Matilda. I promise."

His hand cupped her face, his touch tender and reassuring. Matilda felt a surge of emotion, her heart swelling with each movement his hand made against her skin.

She reached up, placing her hand over his, and nodded, her eyes reflecting the trust she had in him.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she guided his hand down from her face, along the curve of her neck, and down to her chest, where the two inviting melons were softly hanging. "I know you'll take care of us all," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of teasing, "but there's something else I want you to take care of first."

With that, she gently pressed his hand into the gap between the two melons, his fingers disappearing into the soft ridge. Zafron smiled back at her, his eyes gleaming. "I'll gladly take care of that for you," he replied, his voice thick with anticipation.

His palms slid along the surface of her planetary sized breasts, feeling their warmth within the fabric of her gown.

As he moved, he carefully grasped the edge of the gown and pulled it back with his other hand, creating just enough space to fully appreciate the sensation beneath his fingers.

He held one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger, gently caressing the surface before giving it a firm squeeze and a playful pinch.

Matilda's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as the sensation washed over her. Her lips parted, and a soft gasp escaped, her tongue slipping out as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Without waiting for a response, Zafron pulled down the other side of her gown, fully revealing her melons. Not that the gown had been doing much to conceal them in the first place.

With both of her bountiful melons now exposed, Zafron wasted no time. He grabbed the other melon with his free hand, squeezing them both simultaneously.

"Za.....fff..."

Matilda's moan resonated through the room, her lips parting even wider as the pleasure intensified.

Her hands began to caress the muscles of his arms, as if urging him to continue, adding more power to his movements.

"Just like that," she managed to whisper, her voice a mix of pleading and satisfaction.

Zafron responded by squeezing even tighter, as if trying to wring out every ounce of pleasure from the moment.

He continued to explore, his actions becoming more focused and deliberate as he pulled her closer.

He let go of her melon with one hand, as his hand slid down her abdomen, brushing against the fabric of her gown that now hung loosely around her waist.

He gently held her hips, drawing her even nearer. Before he decided to explore the region behind.

His hand moved around, caressing the soft curve of her ass-cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers as he fondled it vigorously.

Releasing his hold of her nipple, he raised his head to meet her gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think we need to get more comfortable," he murmured.

With a gentle but firm motion, he lifted her and laid her down on the bed.

With that, he began removing the only item he was wearing at the moment—his trousers—to prepare himself for the journey ahead.

*** Author's note***

Thanks for the massive support. We hit a 100+ golden tickets and everything looks good!

I appreciate the support

With some extra support from y'all, I could be motivated to do a mass release once more on Sunday. Hell, even Saturday is great for me.

So here's how it goes :

A castle = Automatic mass release trigger and y'all know I don't play with the release.

Let's go!