Reincarnated as a step-dad in a fantasy world

Chapter 315 : Ride back home

'Sorry buddy, another time I guess,' Alex chuckled to himself as his crotch pulsed in disapproval.

He got off from Freya, straightened his clothes, and helped her stand up. Minutes later, the two of them left the theater after Freya saluted and personally congratulated the director and manager, commending them on how captivating and well-executed the play was. She made a few polite remarks that left them visibly flattered and proud.

Before boarding the carriage and returning home, Freya approached one of the guards assigned to their defense, whispering something into his ear. The guard nodded and immediately took off toward the center of the city. Freya then rejoined Alex, who was patiently waiting near the carriage.

"Sorry for making you wait, we can go now," Freya said softly as she adjusted the folds of her dress.

"Don't worry about that," Alex replied, offering his hand to help Freya into the carriage. Instead of sitting across from her as he had done the entire time they had been together though, Alex now sat directly beside her, leaving no distance between them.

Freya didn't say anything, but as the carriage began to move and Alex's smoke mask dissolved, she couldn't help but glance at him. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest that it echoed in her ears, the rhythmic thumping impossible to ignore. She bit her lip, unsure how to react, as a rush of emotions swirled within her.

Her cheeks quickly turned crimson as she reminisced about what had happened just minutes ago. The vivid memories were still fresh, making her heartbeat race uncontrollably. When Alex turned to look at her, his piercing gaze sent another wave of warmth surging through her, and for a moment, it felt as if her heart might leap right out of her chest.

Alex smiled softly when he noticed her flustered expression. His movements were slow and deliberate as he leaned toward her, closing the distance between them. He stopped when their lips were mere inches apart, hovering just close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath. Yet he held back from taking the final step, letting her decide whether she wanted to close that gap.

Freya's heart was pounding so hard she thought he might hear it. Her blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, painting her entire face a shade of scarlet. In that moment, she looked remarkably similar to Maya when she was embarrassed—one could even mistake them for twins. Despite her flustered state though, Freya didn't hesitate. Her hands moved instinctively, trembling slightly as they reached for him. She cupped his face gently, her fingers brushing against his skin, and with a soft but determined pull, she brought him closer until their lips met.

There was no rush, no urgency, only the moment and the shared emotions it carried. Their lips moved in a gentle dance, exploring and savoring each other with a tenderness that transcended words. Freya melted into the kiss, her earlier nervousness fading into the background as a wave of warmth enveloped her.

"Hiiek"

A surprised squeal suddenly resounded in the carriage as Alex boldly swooped Freya up and placed her on his lap, his movements swift yet confident.

Freya stared at him with a mixture of shock and shy excitement, her lips slightly parted as if to protest, though no words came out. Her cheeks flushed deeply, but she didn't try to move from his lap, even when she felt the stiff bulge pressing against her thigh. The hardness in his pants was impossible to ignore, something that only deepened the rosy hue of her face.

Alex chuckled lowly. By now, it was clear—Freya wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and there was no use in pretending otherwise.

They locked eyes for a moment, their gazes filled with yearning, before they lunged at each other. Their lips met in a heated clash, their kiss passionate and all-consuming. Their tongues danced and intertwined, moving with a feverish rhythm that only grew more intense with every passing second.

Freya pressed herself firmly against Alex, her hands tangling in his hair as though trying to pull him even closer. Her body moved instinctively against his, her luscious breasts squishing against his firm chest, igniting sensations that sent shivers down both their spines. Every movement of hers seemed to stoke the fire between them, her curves fitting perfectly against his muscular frame.

Alex's strong arms wrapped around her thin waist, holding her tightly against him as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go. By this point, his cock was fully erect, its thick length straining against his pants and pushing against Freya's soft, round ass perched atop him. The pressure was maddening, and the way her body shifted only added to his torment. His dick seemed to pulse with a life of its own, desperate to tear through the barriers separating them and plunge into her dripping, eager cunt.

Unfortunately, their heated exchange didn't have the chance to escalate further as the carriage suddenly pulled to a halt, the jarring stop signaling their arrival at their destination. 

Alex and Freya reluctantly pulled away from each other, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips before it broke. They gazed at one another in silence, their faces flushed. Slowly, smiles spread across their faces as they stared at one another.

"It seems we've arrived," Freya murmured, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear in a graceful motion. The gesture, despite so simple, made Alex's heart skip a beat. In his eyes, she had never looked more alluring—her disheveled appearance only adding to her charm.

"Mm, we should probably step out before people start wondering," Alex replied with a knowing smirk, though his body showed no intention of moving. Freya, too, remained seated.

Their gazes held for a fleeting second before the simmering tension overtook them again, and they resumed what they had been doing moments earlier. Lips met with renewed passion, hands roamed, and muffled whispers filled the carriage's interior. It wasn't until many minutes after the carriage had stopped that the pair finally composed themselves enough to step out.

By that point, the guards outside had begun to subtly encircle the carriage, their postures stiffening with unease. The sudden creak of the carriage door opening caused a ripple of anticipation to pass through them, their hands instinctively tightening on the hilts of their weapons. However, when Freya and the masked man named Arcanor emerged,  a collective sigh of relief swept through the guards, their tension eased. 

The two stood side by side, arms linked in a manner that appeared formal, not overly intimate, giving off an air of normalcy. The only noticeable difference was the delicate scarf now draped around Freya's neck. None of the guards found it strange for her to wear such an accessory, especially in this cold weather. However, had they seen beneath it, they would have been shocked to discover the stunning amount of kiss marks decorating the matriarch's graceful neck.

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As soon as they stepped out of the carriage, a soldier clad in polished armor approached with a firm stride. Alex recognized him immediately as the guard Freya had spoken to before their departure from the theater. The soldier stopped a few paces away and bowed deeply, his respect for the matriarch evident in every movement.

"Did you find it?" Freya asked, her voice as composed as ever.

"Yes, Matriarch," the soldier replied, standing upright and extending his hand. In his palm rested a ring that glimmered faintly under the faint glow of nearby lanterns—a space ring, Alex recognized.

"Good," Freya said, her tone tinged with satisfaction as she accepted the ring, slipping it into a hidden pocket within her gown. "You may leave now," she added.

The soldier bowed once more, murmuring a quiet, "As you wish," before turning and retreating.

After this brief exchange, Alex and Freya entered the mansion, leaving behind the liveliness of the outside world. The moment the door closed behind them, the vibrant noises of the city were replaced by an enveloping silence, broken only by the soft sound of their footsteps.

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