Chapter 6: The inner court

"Huh! Hugh!"

The great lord general held tight to the rears of the golden constructed bed as he thrust his penis in and out of the Duchess' vagina. She sat on the top of the bed leaning against its rears.

"Mmm! Yes!"

"You enjoying yourself, my Duchess?"

She tried to respond but she could not. She moaned slowly as the great lord general thrust her vagina faster.

He pinned his hands on her hips and began to slide his hard averaged penis into her vagina slowly. He pulled it out and slid it in again, then he repeated the same process again and again.

"I love this, my rock."

She mumbled.

He continued to penetrate her boisterously and she moaned louder.

"You are so sweet, Teresa. You always sex me so good."

Lord Dido said while tied naked on his silver constructed bed with rears. His right leg was tired to the down right side of the bed, his left leg was tired to the down left side of the bed, while his left and right hands were tied to the top left and right side of the bed respectively.

Teresa pushed her knees forward as she sat on lord Dido's thighs. His penis was deep inside her vagina, while she crossed her hands around his neck and rode him like a donkey. She rode faster, kissing lord Dido passionately on his forehead. She lifted her head, placed her hands on his chest, and began to bounce her waist in motion.

Teresa was the most beautiful woman in Nutusel after the death of Kharl Sterg and Rebecca Batard. She was appropriately dark with oily skin. She Had a second look craving hips that made some men break necks. Her hair weaved down the center of her back and her eyes: she had nicely styled eyebrows, her eyelids were dark and bountiful and her eyes balls were bluish.

"My great lord general!"

"What do you want to ask me this time?"

The great lord general stood watching his reflection on a long mirror leaned to the wall. He bent as he wore his pants.

"This time?"

"Yes! You always have something to ask me after sex."

"Because you are my husband."

She contradicted, sitting on the center-left side of the bed.

"Haha!"

He turned and looked at her then, he laughed again.

"You can laugh, Zandy. Laugh as much as you can but, I will continue to ask questions when necessary."

"So every man has a question to answer after sex?"

"Not if his woman does not have a job, but I do and it is my primary function as the Duchess of Nutusel to ask questions whenever we all feel lost."

"Perhaps, only you feel lost this time."

"Zandy!"

She screamed his name loudly, infuriated by his sarcastic words.

"What questions do I answer to this morning, my Duchess?"

She sat and said nothing for a minute, she sat watching the great lord general wear his clothes.

"Praised be Kabril, I do not have questions to answer today..."

"It is been two weeks..."

"Oh! There are questions."

He interrupted feeling a bit dismayed.

"Two weeks, Zandy."

She stood from the bed and walked stark naked to the wall close to the door of the chamber, where she hanged her rope. She wore the rope and tied its robes around her waist, she tied the knots tightly at her abdomen.

"And?"

He added furiously.

"And you have done nothing particularly about the lasting existence of the monster and Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel..."

She sat on the bed again and continued.

"Knowing that the customs will never allow such."

"It is the same customs which states that Sporge, as the hunter of honor lives and associates with spirits and supernatural beings. Now, the spirit has given Sporge a daughter; and you, the Duchess of Nutusel believes the customs would want me to send her out of the village?"

She sat slightly for a while, then stood and walked to a single-seater metal chair padded with foam. She sat on the hand of the chair.

"What about Kharl Sterg's bastards?"

"Kharl Sterg's bastard?"

"Yes."

"What about her?"

"I had a chat with Teresa, she told me that her husband - lord Dido is in no way in support of having the Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel. So why do you still keep..."

"The inner court has not decided, Obaji."

He countered in his rugged voice.

"I remember you saying that lord Dido is the wisest lord in the court."

"Lord Dido is not a member of the inner court."

"why will his wisdom not matter at least, now?"

"Because his wisdom now blends with sentiments."

She walked to the door and stood holding the doorknob.

"I hear you, I hear you, my great lord general."

She twisted the knob and drew the door open, then she walked out.

"I am sure you will do me proud like always today, my lord."

Teresa placed a top hat on lord Dido's head.

"Perhaps, I will make you so proud, my Mrs."

"My lord, you have to convince them to banish the Kharl Sterg's bastard."

"Kharl Axiel?"

"Oh, she has a name? "

"Yes, she does and you were there when she was born."

"I was, but I paid fewer attentions."

"Okay."

He made his way to the door, Teresa stood in his way wearing a loosed silk gown. He stared into her eyes and she smirked.

"Your father will never allow a monster and a bastard abide in Nutusel. Do not allow such, my lord."

"I can only speak to the hearing of the great lord general. I am not a member of the inner court."

"It means you can change a lot?"

She sat on a chair beside the bed. Lord Dido made his way to the door again, he stopped and looked at her.

"It means I can only suggest a lot because I am not a member of the inner court."

He turned the knob open. Jerkins, his official watchman stood armed after the door.

"You do not have to come back with a negative report."

She said in her probable calm voice.

He shut the door behind him and began to walk down the long passage, Jerkins walked closely behind him.

"You look smartly dressed, my lord."

"That compliment should go to my Mrs and not me, Jerkins."

He walked hurriedly and Jerkins walked hurriedly behind him.

"Alright, my Mrs got you smartly dressed, my lord."

He glowed.

Lord Dido was in his late 40s and the youngest to ever be a member of the court. His father, lord Jap had served the court of Nutusel frankly, and hence, lord Dido was accepted into the court as requested by Lord Jap in his death bed.

Thus, Teresa was equally the youngest Mrs in Nutusel. She was in her early 20s.

"LEADERSHIP IS NOT A PERSON OR A POSITION. IT IS A COMPLEX MORAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN PEOPLE BASED ON TRUST, OBLIGATION, COMMITMENT, EMOTION, AND A SHARED VISION OF THE GOOD."

Joanne Ciulla