Chapter 58 Hallway sex
The hall was noisy, with men laughing loudly, their mouths open as they chewed.
Isabella felt nauseous. She couldn't believe this was going to be her whole life for a week.
“You don't seem to be enjoying your meal, Lady Isabella?”
Konstatin whispered. He'd made her sit close to him. She was actually seated by his right hand.
She shrugged. “It's not the food. I just don't have the right appetite.”
He hollered for the cook. “I could ask the cook to make something of your preference.”
Isabella shook her head hurriedly as she chewed the steak and swallowed. “I think I'm fine. It doesn't seem to be that bad.”
She could feel her insides, tumbling. What she'd eaten still had a bit of blood on it, but she really didn't want to stress the chef.
Konstatin nodded, before waving the chef away.
“After dinner, you could tell her your preference and she'll make it for breakfast tomorrow.”
Isabella gulped, still wary of Konstatin’s sudden kindness. The man was not kind. He would never do things because he felt pity for you.
“And what do you get in exchange for feeding me properly?”
He chuckled, exposing the half-eaten food in his mouth. “A smart lady, I like that.”
Isabella rolled her eyes, looking at him pointedly, waiting for an answer.
“Nothing much. I owe it to Lucien to feed you. I would not want him coming for my head when all of this is over.”
Isabella steered her attention to the food. Her eyes had suddenly become teary at the mention of Lucien.
“Can I go?” She looked up, suddenly tired of being interested in the food. “I think I've had enough.” She dropped her fork lightly on the plates.
The hall was quiet, waiting for Konstatin's reaction. Many people knew it was quite rude to want to leave before the feeding was over.
Isabella knew that as well.
Konstatin sighed. “Yes, you can.” He muttered, earning looks of surprise from his men.
“But it's only for today, considering you're still a guest. By tomorrow, you become a part of us and will act and be treated like one of us.”
She nodded in appreciation as she stood up and made her way out of the hall, conscious of the multiple pairs of eyes on her back that followed her till she was out of sight.
“That was brave,” Amelia said, stepping out of the shadows as she escorted her back to her quarters.
“You think?” She asked, nervous. “They sure did look displeased.”
Amelia chuckled. The deep throaty chuckle Isabella would have expected from men alone and nothing from a woman. “It's normal. You need to be stubborn to be treated with respect.”
“Is that what you did?” Isabella blurted. “You are basically the only woman here who is not treated like a sex toy.”
“I've earned my fair share of them.” She grunted, opening the door for Isabella.
“Thank you,” Isabella said, walking in. “Would you mind talking about it?” She pressed.
A flickering shadow crossed Amelia's face as she recoiled. “No, thank you.” Her voice was tough, the tiniest bit of friendliness disappearing, the stoic Amelia returning.
Isabella nodded. “I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me.” She retreated into the room. “I should have confirmed that it is something you really want to talk about.”
“It's fine. Have a good night's rest, Lady Isabella.” She said, closing the door behind Isabella as she remained in the hallway.
Isabella bit her lips. She'd thought Amelia had been warming up to her, or was it all in her head?
She reached for her belt and tugged on it, allowing the dress fall on the floor. Her panties and her bra were next.
Isabella tossed and tossed on the bed. She couldn't sleep. Actually, she could. She'd fallen asleep some hours ago and had now been woken up by the noise down the hall.
She groaned, turning as she used the pillow to cover her ears. She didn't need a seer to tell her that Konstatin was fucking a woman down right the hall.
The noise, the moist slapping of their bodies together and the moans.
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder.” The woman cried softly.
She heard Konstatin's voice and then the woman again, followed by slaps.
“I'm your whore. Use me…” she stopped, choking.
Isabella cursed under her breath. She didn't need to have an active imagination to realise what was going on.
She turned, standing up from the bed. There were slaps, cries and moans.
She walked over to where her training clothes lay picked them up, put them on and tiptoed out of the room.
When Lucien had told her that Konstatin's room was just a few rooms away from theirs, she'd found it funny, but now it wasn't.
“Ouu.” The woman moaned, just as Isabella stepped out of her room. She looked sideways as she chose right, walking to the training yard.
She stopped momentarily in front of Konstatin's room, stifling the urge to open the already half-opened door to see what was going on. She could do it, after all, there was no one outside the halls.
She smiled when she realised that Amelia too could have been sleeping outside, guarding the door until the moans sounded.
Isabella increased her pace, walking faster. Standing just outside Konstatin's room, had given her a feeling of loss. She'd imagined him with the girl, their bodies joined together, reminding her of her own loss.
Her pussy sang as she walked, wishing just for a moment that she had Lucien by her side to help relieve her of the throbbing she felt within her.
Instead, she picked up the sword and began training. Focusing her mind on something else, rather than the sex happening in the room a few feet away from hers.
“Can't sleep?” A voice sounded from behind.
Isabella turned around, focusing the sword on the intruder with the speed of light.
“Whoa, whoa.” Amelia stepped back just in time to not be chopped open by the sword. “That's some insane speed you've got there.”
Isabella sighed as she retreated. “Sorry, I thought it was some stranger.” She breathed fast.
Amelia nodded, repeating her earlier question.
Isabella sighed. “You already know.” She said, murmuring at the sex-a-thon happening in Konstatin's room.
Amelia chuckled. “It's a normal thing around here.” She brought her sword out. “Mind if I train with you?”
Isabella shook her head. “Of course not. I'll be elated.”
“That's good.” She said, attacking Isabella with one strike.
“Still think you can take me by surprise?” She joked, blocking Amelia's strike with her sword and sending one of her own altogether.
“Suppressing it again?” Amelia kicked, the blows landing on Isabella's midsection.
Isabella groaned, spurting out blood. “Can't help it. It doesn't have to be used all the time.” She staggered, leaning on a tree nearby to stabilise herself.
Amelia nodded. “I think I like you.”
Without warning, Isabella flew, delivering a blow to her chest. “I like you too.” She said grinning. “But I won't take it easy on you.”
Amelia lunged at her before she'd completed her words, both women rolling on the floor, their swords forgotten.
“Neither will I,” Amelia said, panting as she helped Isabella up. “You'll make a very fine fighter.”
“Giving compliments now?” Isabella joked as she stood to her feet, reaching for her sword.
“Nope,” Amelia said with a straight face. “I never do. I only state the facts.”
Isabella nodded, acting along. “Then this fact must be true,” she said, grinning. “You wanna go again?” She said, swinging her sword. “Maybe, this time teach me instead of trying to beat me?” She swung her head to the sides.
Amelia returned the grin. “Alright, let's do this. You should start by swinging with your right hand, and your left foot forward, instead of the other way round. She said, positioning Isabella.
“It's hard for me.” Isabella groaned, “I would barely concentrate if I had to decode the correct foot to put forward.”
Amelia studied her. “So, you think you can work better this way?”
She nodded. “I need to improve my speed. Without the help of the moonlit blood of course.” She added hurriedly, seeing Amelia's questioning look plastered on her face.
“If you insist.” Amelia obliged, and without warning, she struck, disarming Isabella in five seconds.
“You…” Isabella widened her eyes. “How…how did you do that?” She wondered out loud.
Amelia shrugged. “You were distracted. The enemy will always, take advantage of that.”
Isabella nodded, a determined expression on her face. “Let's do that again.” She muttered, her sword set in place, ready to defend against any attack from Amelia.
With the speed of lightning, even before Isabella could blink, the sword fell right out of her hands, and this time was worse. She fell right with it, landing on her chest.
Amelia had struck her legs, clearing them even before she'd noticed.
“You are distracted.” Amelia pointed out. “Shake it off.”