Reincarned with a deities Harem (Tome 1)

Fancy's love

"What does my baby say?"

"She's going to Selafon with the sacred beasts to find Master Byakko and asks us to keep an eye on the house because her enemies won't just sit there and do nothing."

"Ah... I'll take care of it then... but when will she be back?"

"She says she's not sure yet, but she doesn't want to stay there for more than a week. And she added, whatever happens, not to meddle in her own affairs. She knows exactly how to do it."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm sure she meant you when she said those words."

"That's not true... At least I recognize that she's a grown-up  and knows what she has to do."

“Me too.”

“No kidding…”

Claude pouted, but Christal wasn’t done with him yet.

“I never imagined you to be such a protective father. You surprise me every day, my dear Claude.”

“There’s nothing surprising, Mylène is my little princess.”

He said this as he threw the letter into the fireplace. It mustn’t be allowed to linger and inadvertently end up in the hands of someone with bad intentions.

Christal simply smiled before standing in front of the window.

“Mylène is a part of me, and I’d be ready to do anything for her, even against her will, if it’s for her own good.”

She muttered to herself, thinking of all those who wanted to harm her daughter. Her face turned dark and menacing before she walked back to Claude and lay down on his table, much to his dismay.

Fancy, on the other hand, sat in bed reading her mistress's letter. She was going to Selafon for a few days, and even though this news hurt her heart, she knew her mistress wasn't acting on impulse and that she certainly had a good reason for it. She missed her mistress so much; she wanted to enjoy her attention and teasing again.
Fancy blushed, remembering her mistress's wandering hands, before shaking her head.

She shouldn't have such impure thoughts about her mistress. She bit her lip before thinking about the nights she indulged in fantasies she would never dare confess to anyone. Her body began to tremble, and she lay down in bed, closing her eyes as she imagined Mylène on top of her. 
Her hand moved down to her chest, unfastening the buttons of her dress as she began to caress her breasts, the same way Mylène had done so many times.

“Ah, my Lady,” she moaned, pinching her nipples before spreading her legs, sliding her fingers into her pussy before playing with her clitoris, imagining Mylène kissing her, caressing her.
Her hot breath against her burning skin and her hands roaming her feverish body. Her tongue tracing furrows of saliva from her breasts, down to her crotch as she slowly felt her body being overwhelmed by an orgasm she knew was coming with force.  Fancy felt Mylène's tongue play over her lower lips, her mouth sucking on the nub of her clitoris as her fingers moved in and out of her, pumping her mercilessly as Fancy, breathless, bit her lip in pleasure, moaning and sweating with each attention.

Fancy finally moaned louder before sinking back onto the bed, a powerful orgasm coursing through every fiber of her body. She raised her sticky, slick fingers in front of her face before pressing the letter to her nose, breathing in her mistress's scent deeply.

"Oh, my Lady, I love you so much."

A lone tear slid down her face, and Fancy finally stood up before unwittingly throwing the letter into the fire, the flames consuming it mercilessly. She went back to her bed before composing herself. She had to be in good shape to provide good service for her mistress.

The next morning, the boys and I were all set for Selafon. Early in the morning, we went to the reception area where the innkeeper was sleeping; it looked like he'd been knocked unconscious... I was a bit lost, and Ifnir decided to explain.

“That miscreant tried to spy on us during the night. I don't know if he was trying to rob us or it was simply voyeurism, but the fact remains that I had to do something to avoid the risk of such a lunatic vilifying you in the city.”

“Thank you, my dear…”

“Humans like him who run inns are real crooks. They often wait until their guests are asleep to attack them in their sleep and rob them. This must be the same for this scoundrel.”

“Where did you get that information, Vanderly?”

Azef asked. It was true, but if Vanderly knew, it was because he'd had to deal with this kind of situation many times.

“Well, you know, from the top of my tree, I can see a lot, especially the darkness of the human heart, even towards its own kind... This species is profoundly evil.”

“That's for sure... After what humans did to Luminus, I can only agree with you. He was so kind and generous to them, and they didn't hesitate to kill him, pushing the barbarity to the point of eating his flesh. I don't know if cannibalism is common among humans.”

“It's not common, my dear. Those were just monstrous scum... Humans are complex, you know. But still, those of the rulers who harmed Luminus, I'm going to make sure their descendants pay for their crimes.”

The boys nodded, and finally, we left the inn. The cold, thick morning mist obscured our silhouettes as we left the city and began the path to Selafon.