<h4>Chapter 648: What Wanda Did Next</h4>
<strong><i>[Third Person].</i></strong>
The hallway fell silent again after Draven disappeared down the corridor with Meredith in his arms.
For several seconds, nothing moved, then a shadow shifted at the far corner. Wanda stepped out slowly. Her eyes burned.
When the guards had left the corridor earlier, leaving the passageway briefly unwatched, Wanda had slipped into the corner without anyone noticing.
And she had stayed there, listening to everyugh, every breath and every broken sound that drifted through the closed door.
For more than twenty minutes, she had stood there, frozen in ce, hearing the intimacy between Draven and Meredith.
Her fingers curled slowly into fists now. "It should have been me," she whispered hoarsely. The bitterness in her voice scraped against the quiet hallway.
Wanda looked down both ends of the corridor. Assured that it was empty without footsteps, servants or guards, she quickly crossed and slipped inside the room. The door shut softly behind her.
Immediately, the warm, heavy, intimate scent in the air hit her. The entire room carried the unmistakable aftermath of what had happened inside it—the pleasurable marathon sex.
Wanda’s jaw tightened. Her eyes moved slowly across the space. The chairs were slightly disced. The sweets and wine on the table had been abandoned halfway through their meal. The room looked as though it had been imed by a storm of passion and left untouched afterwards.
Her chest rose sharply. "They had fun here," she muttered under her breath.
Her gaze lingered on the table, then slowly, she walked toward it. Her fingers traced lightly across the surface as her imagination betrayed her. She could almost see it—Draven standing here, holding Meredith, touching her, and iming her with his long, swollen, hot cock.
A sharp pulse of jealousy shot through Wanda’s chest. Her nails dug into the table’s edge. "It should have been me with Draven," she repeated, more fiercely this time. "It should have been me he fucked with so much more desire, vigour, and pleasure."
Her breathing grew uneven as she leaned slightly forward. For a moment, she stood there, surrounded by the lingering warmth of the moment she had overheard. Then something inside her changed when she saw Draven’s semen, lying in a small pool at the other side of the table.
She made her way over, then leaned in and sniffed it. Almost immediately, her body went wild with desire.
She also saw the ones that dropped on the floor in spots and briefly imagined Draven making love to her... him, mming his thick dick inside her without mercy and her, wrapping her legs around his waist and taking in his entire length while begging him not to stop, and asking him to fuck her harder.
As soon as she recovered from the imagination, an ugly and dangerous idea was conceived in her heart. The hurt in her expression slowly twisted into something uglier and colder.
Her lips curled faintly. "Since you refused me... ignored me... rejected me again and again..." she murmured.
Then, her voice dropped into a whisper. "Don’t me me for what I do next."
Her eyes darkened as she looked around the room again. The Queen’s happiness. The King’s affection. Everything Meredith possessed, and everything she, Wanda, believed should have been hers.
Her fingers curled slowly. "Enjoy your happiness while itsts," she whispered to the empty room. "Because I will take it from you."
The next second, she lifted her skirt, grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged it down to her feet, then she stepped out of it. Without wasting a second, she climbed onto the table. And right in that spot, Draven’s semen was, she positioned herself there and began rocking against it.
She shut her eyes, soft moans escaping her lips as she arched her back and imagined Draven mming his cock inside her. Wanda bit her lower lip as she rocked her waist, making sure her pussy absorbed every seed of Draven.
With a finger, she rubbed her clits harshly, swallowing her moans at times and letting out short breaths, while calling on the imaginary Draven to go harder on her, and also take her from behind.
Wanda pleasured herself while rocking the table with an incredulous space until she cummed and had her release. Her chest heaved up and down as she slowly opened her eyes. Then, a satisfactory smile curved at the corners of her lips.
She finally got off the table, grabbed her panties and slid it back on before dropping her skirt. Then, she adjusted her clothes and used her hands to dab the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.
For a few seconds she remained standing there, breathing in the room as if memorizing it. Then she turned and slipped back out into the hallway.
But the storm in her heart had only grown stronger.
Meanwhile, at the other end, Meredith and Draven were having fun, soaking in a warm bath andthering each other with soap. When they were done, they dried the water droplets off their bodies and went into therge dressing room.
"Does it still hurt?" Draven inquired as he stood behind Meredith, who was sitting on the stool in front of the vanity mirror. His fingers gently went into her hair as he dried every strand with the hand dryer.
Meredith shook her head, her eyes staying on him through the mirror. "I heal quickly."
Immediately, Draven turned off the dryer and met her gaze through the mirror. Then, he lifted a brow as lines appeared on his forehead.
"Does it mean my ns to have you limping to the banquet hall are in vain?" he teased.
Smiling to herself, Meredith decided to tease him right back. "I guess you didn’t do your job properly." As if she hadn’t said enough, she quickly added, "What happened to your stamina, Oh great King of Stormveil?"
"I can see my seeds, which I filled you pussy up with, have long depleted." Draven narrowed his eyes and proceeded to dump the dryer on the vanity table.
"Why don’t I use the remaining minutes we have to fill you up again?"
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