116 Good Hospitality

Under the dappled morning sunlight, filtering through the verdant canopy of the High Captain's mansion's courtyard, stood a captivating figure of motherly grace.

Her red hair, the shade of blooming poppies, framed her face in soft waves, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully with her emerald-green eyes. Clad in a simple yet elegant red gown, her figure was generous and voluptuous, evoking the essence of a fertility goddess, the fabric clinging lovingly to her ample bust and sweeping down her hips in an elegant cascade.

Before her stood three young men, each bearing a striking resemblance to their mother with red hair and green eyes, but all stamped with distinct personalities. The youngest, Xulan, his face an open book, watched his mother with earnest eyes, while the other two, Muxan and Luxan, traded looks of barely concealed boredom while exchanging words with their eyes, planning the fun things they should do later.

Celia's gaze softened as she addressed her boys, her voice gentle but firm, holding an undercurrent of steel, "My dearest, remember to watch over each other," she said, a loving smile gracing her lips, "The royal sect isn't just about learning and training. It's about understanding the bonds of brotherhood and protecting those you care about."

Muxan and Luxan rolled their eyes in synchrony, having heard this speech countless times before. But Xulan, his gaze filled with admiration, nodded attentively, soaking in every word," Of course, mother. I won't disappoint you."

"And you two," she wagged her finger at the elder twins, her eyes sparkling with gentle reproof, "I expect you to lead by example. No causing unnecessary trouble. Remember, the values you portray will be the ones your younger brother learns from."

She bestowed upon them a warm kiss each on their foreheads, her hands lingering for a moment longer on the youngest's head, ruffling his hair affectionately.

The courtyard was filled with a sense of serene tranquillity as the siblings departed, leaving Celia alone with her thoughts and the dappled sunlight.

Just as she retreated back into the halls of the mansion, a servant, his spine straight as a rod, approached her, his eyes averted, "Madam, the High Captain wishes to see you in the guest hall," he informed her in a soft, respectful tone.

The corners of Celia's lips dipped slightly, a subtle shadow flitting across her emerald eyes. With a gracious nod, she inquired, "And who would the guest be?"

The servant shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, "I'm not quite certain, madam. A foreigner, and evidently of some importance to the High Captain."

With this new information in mind, she ventured towards the guest hall. As she crossed the threshold, Jiang who was now looking more intimidating with a moustache yet with hidden mischievousness, met her gaze and chuckled, his eyes sparkling with a certain amusement, "Ah, my beautiful wife. I've been waiting to introduce you to our esteemed guest."

Celia turned her gaze towards a man who was an arresting juxtaposition of age and vitality - Merchant Lubarq, an imposing figure with a bald head that gleamed under the chandeliers, a stark contrast to his black skin. His white beard, meticulously groomed, framed his wide grin as he absorbed her beauty with a gaze that felt almost tangible, making Celia feel like her skin crawl.

Still, while maintaining her composure, she smiled politely, her greeting friendly but reserved, "A pleasure to meet you, Merchant Lubarq. If only I had known you were coming earlier then I would have prepared something to eat or drink myself."

The merchant's laughter boomed across the hall, his eyes unabashedly roving over her form, "Please no need to extend such courtesy to my humble self. Still…I must say, I heard whispers of the High Captain's wife rivalling Queen Nadia's beauty, but I clearly underestimated."

Her smile remained, but her eyes hardened ever so slightly, her maternal warmth replaced by a glacial dignity.

The room buzzed with the hum of conversation, the clink of glassware, and the occasional bout of hearty laughter.

Amidst it all, Jiang's voice came out clear and composed as he addressed his wife, "Celia, dear, I understand that Lubarq's arrival was sudden, and you didn't have time to prepare. But he's had a long journey and surely needs to freshen up."

Celia felt a cold chill slide down her spine, her smile froze in place, her heart pounding in her chest. This was a veiled instruction she understood all too well no matter how many times she had heard it.

Nonetheless, her voice came out calm and even, betraying none of the turmoil within, "Of course, I'll have the bath hall prepared."

With a polite nod towards Lubarq, she gracefully exited the hall. Her steps, measured and unhurried, belied the turmoil within her.

Jiang turned his attention back to Lubarq, his eyes glinting with a certain craftiness, "My friend, I hope you find your stay here comfortable. We can discuss business later. First, enjoy the hospitality we have to offer which I am sure you will like enough to not feel like leaving."

"Hoho, you are really making this old man curious," Lubarq laughed as he gulped down the wine.

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This lightweight, flowing garment in a deep shade of crimson would accentuate Celia's beauty. It features wide sleeves, an open front and a sash belt. The robe falls to her ankles, adding an air of elegance and allure.

Celia smiled as she said, "May I serve this wine, sir Lubarq?"

Lubarq lewdly looked at her sweaty tanned skin and said with a sly smile, "I am not that rude to let a beautiful lady like you pour me a drink. As a gentleman, let me pour you one. So why don't you sit here?" Lubarq patted the vacant space beside him as he grabbed the wine bottle from her hand.

Celia nodded awkwardly as she slowly sat beside him while adjusting her hair.

Lubarq shook the bottle hard and suddenly the cap burst off and a lot of win fell on his crotch, wetting the thin cloth.

"Shit!" Lubarq clicked his tongue as he removed the towel on his crotch, revealing a big black dragon that made Celia's eyes shudder.

The wet towel dropped some of the wine into his dick making Lubarq sigh as he looked at Celia who was still distracted, "I am sorry for my clumsiness. But…can you help me clean this up using some…delicate method?"

Celia slowly looked at him, his smile carrying a hint of what she can do.

Celia clearly knew what he was hunting at and wiped the sweat off her temple as she forced a smile, "Don't worry. I will take care of it."

Celia slowly got down and kneeled before his legs as she gently held his thick black meat.

She had never seen something so big and scary and could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

She hesitated for a second and opened her mouth wide as she took in his thick black dick, making Lubarq grunt, "Oh fuck! Wow!"

Lubarq grabbed her head as he saw her cheeks sink, sucking hard on half of his dick.

Celia took a deep breath as she pushed her head in, forcing herself to deepthroat him.

"Fukkkk! You are very good at cleaning, lady Celia," Lubarq was already feeling jealous that Jiang gets to enjoy this every day.

Just a few seconds had passed and he was already this close to cumming.

But Celia suddenly got up as she wiped her lips gracefully and said in a flustered tone, "I feel I have cleaned it, Sir Lubarq. I shall now not disturb you anymore."

Just as she was about to turn around, Lubarq grabbed her hand and pulled him towards her, "Not yet, lady. It's my turn to clean you up," Lubarq said with a lustful smile as he loosened the sash around her waist, revealing her red lingerie.

Celia pressed her lips together but didn't resist as she felt Lubarq's fat lips pressing against her skin.

Loud painful and pleasure filled moans from her echoed for more than an hour in the bath hall, though nobody outside could hear them.