193 SECRET ROOM FOR THE LOUD MOANS
Kabana frowned. "Bodyguards? That's unusual. Why are they insisting on it this time? Traditionally, only the young women enter for the selection."
"It could be due to recent unrests in the city," Hanna explained. "There's been the demon uprising near the Sodom ruins and the secret gang wars with the Koresh Guild of Brothers. The families are likely concerned for their daughters' safety."
"Our family can guarantee their safety," Kabana said firmly.
"Even so," Hanna interjected, "this request comes directly from the governor. His niece is among the candidates."
Kabana's eyes narrowed.
"Damn it. Those major families have been eager to infiltrate our fortress for years. This bride selection is the perfect excuse for them to pry into our secrets."
"Should we allow the escorts to come, my lord, or cancel the bride selection entirely?" Hanna asked.
"The Governor has been trying to gain my support recently and he hopes the marriage will bind us", Kabana said with deep thoughts.
"But we don't deal with the outside", Hanna said.
"That is true but its rude to refuse the governor of Sodom outright, we will proceed as planned," Kabana decided after a moment's thought. "But we'll assign more of our people to keep a close eye on the escorts."
Their discussion was interrupted when the door swung open, and a young man strode in, his face filled with defiance.
"Father, I want no part in this ridiculous bride selection!" Rabama declared. "It's an outdated and stupid tradition. I'd rather find true love on my own fucking terms."
Kabana's gaze hardened, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes.
"You can seek true love after you marry your first wife," he said.
"We all do. There's no monogamy in this world, Rabama, and you know it. Your first marriage must secure an alliance with a major family, one that will strengthen our position in Sodom City. That is your duty."
Rabama clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he glared at Hanna, his silence brimming with defiance and barely-contained rage.
"Enough, Rabama," Hanna said sharply, her tone firm yet composed. "You're not a child anymore. It's time you learned to shoulder your responsibilities."
Rabama shot her a fiery look. "You're barely older than me," he snapped.
"Rabama!" Kabana's voice cut through the hostility like a blade, stern and unyielding. "You will not speak to your stepmother in such a manner. Show some respect."
Rabama's glare flicked between his father and Hanna, his rebellion simmering just beneath the surface.
"Now," Kabana continued, his tone leaving no room for argument, "return to your chambers at once."
For a moment, Rabama seemed on the verge of retorting, but instead, he turned abruptly and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
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[In the room of Rabama]
Rabama retreated to his secluded room in Eoloth, his sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside. The argument in the hall with his father and stepmother still burned in his mind.
He slammed the door shut, pacing as his anger simmered.
"I'll deal with her properly next time," he muttered under his breath, bitterness tinging his voice.
The soft creak of the door barely registered, but he didn't need to turn to know who it was. He stiffened, his gaze fixed on the window, his shoulders tensed.
"Why are you upset with me?" Hanna's voice was gentle as she stepped closer.
He sighed but didn't look at her. "Why did you agree to my father's request? I don't want another fucking bride, Hanna. All I want is you."
She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek against his back. "I know. But these are the rules of Eoloth, Rabama. You know that."
"Rules." He scoffed. "Who makes fucking rules like these? My father uses them as an excuse to bring outside women into the fortress for him to fuck."
"Isn't he arranging this one for you?" she asked, her tone probing yet calm.
"For me? Another woman?" He turned at last, his frustration evident in the way his eyes searched hers. "And what happens when she's here? How will you come to me then, Hanna? How will we be together?"
She smiled softly, "We'll find a way."
"I've already thought of that. I have a place in Eoloth, one no one else knows about. It's our private fuck room."
Her eyebrows arched with curiosity. "Where? Is there a place here that I don't know of?"
He smirked faintly. "Not telling you. Not yet."
Her fingers glided softly over his chest, each delicate touch melting away the lingering tension that had hung between them.
Before he could even process her movements, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his skin in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. The warmth of her mouth sent a shiver through him, igniting a fire that had been smoldering just beneath the surface.
"Bitch," a deep, guttural groan escaped his lips, and in one fluid motion, he swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed with a sense of urgency.
Clothes were discarded in a flurry, their bodies eager to connect. His hands, rough with pent-up emotion, found her breasts, gripping them with a fierceness that bordered on desperation.
Yet, instead of pain, she responded with a moan of pleasure, her back arching into his touch.
Hanna's legs parted instinctively, an open invitation he couldn't resist. Rabama didn't hesitate, driving into her with a force that left them both breathless.
Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, each thrust a release of raw, unbridled passion. The room filled with the sounds of their union—skin against skin, ragged breaths, and the occasional creak of the bed beneath them.
As her moans grew louder, Rabama leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a hushed whisper. "Keep it quiet," he murmured, though his voice was thick with desire, betraying his own lack of restraint.
She bit her lip, stifling her cries, but the intensity of their connection only deepened, their bodies speaking a language all their own.
She bit her lip, her smile teasing. "If your secret place isn't soundproof, you'd better make it so."
He chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "You have my fucking word. I design the place for your loud bitch."
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