Chapter 16

Susan was carried out by the guards, and she struggled all the way, cursing them angrily, "Do you know who I am?! How dare you do this to me!"
The guards held on to her limbs, and several times she almost broke free, simply pinching her wrists and ankles and carrying her on their shoulders.
The king was talking about 'throwing' her out, it wouldn't do to let her run off halfway.
"Of course we know," the guard carrying her right leg laughed playfully, "you are the Queen's sister, the wife of the most noble Alpha of the Meta Moon wolves."
"How dare you do this to me when you know! Are you tired of living!" Susan screamed.
The guards laughed and deliberately walked in a wobbly manner, turning her upside down and making her vomit.
"Miss Susan can be really ridiculous, our queen does not want to admit to have such a vicious and disgraceful sister as you, you actually dare to threaten people with the queen's banner, not afraid that the king next time directly let people carry you parade the street?"
Susan looked at the palace gate that was getting closer and closer, anxious to cry out, she could see people coming and going at the palace gate from here, if she was just thrown out ......
She didn't have time to think much about it, because several guards had already dryly thrown her to the ground, or in a face-down position, her face smashed straight into the ground, and the red swollen area was rubbed and broken.
This was really going to break her face.
The nobles at the entrance of the palace were shocked and gathered together to whisper. Susan finally couldn't help crying out, covered her face and stopped a carriage, and went back in a mess.
Carl was just about to go out when he was startled by Susan who jumped down from the carriage. Her face was bruised and battered, and Carl almost didn't recognize her and pushed her out directly.
"Brother Carl!" Susan cried as she fell into his arms.
"What's going on here? Didn't you go to see the queen?" Carl was so shocked that he hurriedly helped her into the house and found a doctor to help her with her wounds.
Susan looked in the mirror and cried even more. She couldn't believe that the ugly, nocturnal-looking person in the mirror was actually her.
"Brother Carl, sister she refused to see me and had me thrown out, my face, my face ......"
Carl didn't even need to ask anymore, automatically filling in the words she didn't finish, the injuries on her face must have been done by Sophia as well.
He stood up angrily, turned his head and walked out: "Sophia is too much, I'll go to her and ask for an explanation!"
Susan hurriedly pulled him back, crying and begging, "Brother Carl, don't go, sister will definitely not see you, I don't want you to be humiliated like me too."
Hearing that he would be humiliated, Carl hesitated and came back to sit down under her pleading.
Susan was relieved; if he went now, her lie would surely be exposed.
But she wasn't really lying to him, it was true that Sophia wouldn't see her, and it was true that she had let someone throw her out, she had just said less.
"Brother Carl, don't be angry." Susan held his hand, sniffled, and asked carefully, "Brother Carl, if my face turns out like this, if I accidentally disfigure it, will you not like me anymore?"
Carl touched her head heartily and assured her, "No, I will always love you."
Susan finally felt better, her heart's hatred for Sophia had risen to a new level.
She didn't expect the king and Sophia to be so trusting, and that the king would dote on her so much, which made Susan jealous and a little bit resentful of Aaron who had humiliated her so much.
Carl hugged her and promised, "Don't worry, I will make Sophia give us a statement, and I will make her apologize to you."
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Since the wound on Sophia's foot broke open again, Aaron completely stopped letting Sophia walk off the ground, carrying her to everything and hating to watch her on his lap while he handled political affairs.
Sophia very firmly rejected his immature idea and took a step back, reluctantly agreeing to go to work with him, but sitting on the side and waiting instead of sitting on his lap.
Aaron regretted this a bit, but knew he couldn't push people too hard, so he added a separate little desk just for Sophia at his desk, in case there was anything she needed to handle.
Aaron buried his head in the government, listening to Nick's whispered report, boringly wanting to yawn, when he turned his head and saw Sophia who was sitting on the rocking chair reading a book.
Sophia today wore a black V-neck dress, lining the skin white dazzling, long skirt waist bundled with a gold soft belt, skirt side opened a slit, from the bottom of the bottom a little open, showing a little round white long legs.
She did not wear shoes, beautiful little feet in mid-air swaying around, pearl-like round toes sometimes curled and sometimes stretched, hooked Aaron's heart itching, can not immediately hold that foot, a good kiss.
She had a very serious expression and was holding a white quill in her long fingers, writing notes on the other side of the book. A small breeze blew up from the window, carrying a few fine gravels in, blowing into her eyes.
Aaron was hooked by the beauty of the heart, hooked a finger to Nick, let him bend down: "You go out first, let the others go far away, do not let anyone in."
Nick's mouth, which had been wearing a decent smile, stiffened, and his unspeakable eyes flicked around the two of them, stumbling accidentally as he walked away, earning a puzzled look from Sophia in return.
Sophia, still unaware of the little scheme Aaron had in mind, felt that the sun was shining a bit brightly outside, and wanted to call Aaron to close the window.
Aaron obediently closed the window, and his next action was to lift Sophia in the rocking chair like a baby, holding her up by the bend of her leg.
Sophia exclaimed, wrapped her arms around his neck and fluttered her legs twice, making her feel very insecure in this suspended position.
She simply coiled her legs, directly on his waist, her long skirt was ripped open, a long leg was directly exposed, the tight skirt outlined her hip shape perfectly.
"What are you doing!" Sophia whined in a small voice, "What if someone comes in?"
"No one will come in." Aaron kissed the corner of her lips and set her down on the long table for the proceedings.
Sophia's face flushed and her words began to stutter.
"You, you don't want to ......"
"Yes." Aaron readily admitted, moving his hand to her thigh and erotically stroking it up, tempting, "Don't you want to try?"
"Not very well." Sophia silently looked at the table beneath her, thinking that if she were Aaron, she would not be able to look straight at the table again when she deliberated in the future.
"What's wrong with that, it's okay when I say it's okay." Aaron announced dominantly, hugging her and pulling her skirt up to her waist, exposing her fleshy ass.
Sophia's hands softly rested against his chest and gently pushed back against him, holding her face sideways, not daring to look at him.
"Not here."
Aaron rested his chin on her shoulder, his big hands poking through the hem of his shirt, kneading the tender flesh of her waist, coaxing, "Just once, okay?"
The two of them stared at each other for two minutes, and in the end, it was Sophia who lost the battle and gave in.
Sophia sat with her two white thighs exposed and her legs wide open on the long table, bearing Aaron's fierce kisses. Aaron pulled her neckline to the sides, released her lips, which were a little red and swollen from his kisses, and landed a kiss on her pretty collarbone.
Sophia's body stiffens and her eyes can't help but fall on the closed door. Aaron resents her distraction and his sharp wolf's teeth emerge from the corners of his mouth, nibbling gently on her collarbone, leaving an ambiguous mark.
Aaron makes her raise her hips, pulling the soaked fabric down and spreading her legs wider, the luscious red entrance exposed to his eyes, Sophia sheepishly tries to close her legs, but Aaron holds her down hard.
He squatted down and made her lift her leg to step on his shoulder, licking her private part with his warm tongue as Sophia stared in shock.
"Don't ......" Sophia couldn't stand it and stuck her fingers in his hair, saying no, but her hips couldn't resist coming up to his face.
"You're obviously enjoying it." Aaron laughed.
He tasted the taste of body fluids alone and swirled his tongue around the outside, suddenly biting and licking and kissing the protruding clit.
A short scream escaped Sophia as the vulnerable spot was bitten, and swallowed it all back like she was afraid of being heard, holding her little face red.
"Don't hold it in, no one can hear you."
Sophia looked down at him, only to see a golden head moving in and out between her legs, her bottom quickly getting licked and wet, letting out a high scream as Aaron's tongue plunged in.
She tilted her head back, a physical tear slipping from the corner of her eye and falling into her soaked hair, her fragile neck stretched out like a dying swan.
Aaron lifted his head, his voice husky with a touch of low seduction, "It's comfortable isn't it, want more?"
Sophia looked at him with dazed eyes and nodded in confusion. Aaron nodded in satisfaction and sat down on the chair with her in his arms, letting her two long legs straddle the armrests.
He held her waist and sat her down slowly, entering to the hilt with a simultaneous muffled grunt from both of them.
Aaron took hold of her waist and moved up and down twice as more water flowed from Sophia's depths, being brought out and squeezed back in, finally not as dry as it had been at first.
He released his grip and patted her ass.
"Baby, move yourself."
Sophia grunted softly and cried, shaking her head uncontrollably, so Aaron deliberately pushed his waist against her, and when she moaned out in comfort, she refused to move again.
Aaron nibbled on her earlobe and slowly slid his tongue into her cochlea again, mimicking the action of intercourse, licking and kissing in and out.
"Baby, come on your own if you want to get comfortable."
Sophia whimpered, completely lost to the sensations inside her, her hands on his shoulders, her legs pushing slightly, lifting her waist up in an effort to swallow his crotch, but within a few movements she was limp on top of him with no strength.
Aaron kissed her soaked hair and complimented, "That's good."