FWF Chapter 255: A husband’s responsibility
Chapter 255: A husband’s responsibility
With the formation of an organized professional army, the Goldenveil Guard had to reinvent itself, effectively transforming into a police force dedicated solely to fighting crime and maintaining the peace.
Twenty officers were recruited exclusively for crime-fighting, with the current prison serving as their base of operations.
Naturally, they would also be a unified force, composed solely of civil servants and standing outside the command of the Lords of the cities they served.
The simplified hierarchy consisted of recruits, corporals, sergeants, captains, and, above all, commanders.
Captains would lead a city’s police force, while commanders would be responsible for the police forces of an entire province.
Officers could only graduate after serving six months in the army, and police commanders would report directly to Doran.
With all this in mind, Doran would become the most powerful man in all of Goldenveil.
Of course, only in theory. In practice, he would be just another public servant among many.
The military of Goldenveil swore loyalty only to Ethan, and pledging that loyalty to any other officer was considered a military crime under the territory’s new law.
The week following the army’s formation was dedicated to organizing Goldenveil’s city government.
Tomas was appointed mayor, and the civil, noble, and military legal codes were officially introduced.
Since they still lacked the means to train proper judges, Tomas was put in charge of adjudicating minor cases.
More serious matters would fall to Ethan, Elena, or, as a last resort, Ophelia, depending on who was available at the time.
In the end, with every piece of the system in place, ten copies of the book containing the legal code were distributed: three were sent to Windemere, one to the city school, one to the barracks, one to city hall, and the rest went to the library.
By the end of the month, Ethan was lying peacefully on Alice’s lap, his eyes closed and his face bathed in serenity, his head resting against the thick, soft, and fragrant thighs of the beautiful woman.
One of her hands rested gently on her own belly, while the other tenderly stroked her handsome husband’s golden hair.
Her cheeks were flushed, unable to contain the gentle smile that insisted on playing across her lips.
Ethan, for his part, wore the same radiant smile.
The reason for such joy? There was life in Alice’s womb. She was pregnant!
Ethan hadn’t announced the news yet, as he wanted to finish organizing all of Goldenveil first, so they could celebrate with a full day of festivities.
There would be one celebration on the day the news of their unborn child was revealed, and an even bigger one on the day of his or her birth.
He had even thought about making the date a holiday, but ended up giving up on the idea. After all, that could cause problems with the other children he would have in the future.
"Are you okay, love? Any pain?" Ethan asked, turning his face slightly to look Alice in the eyes.
Her face was that of a goddess, her golden hair falling loosely over her shoulders, and the sunlight bathing the mansion’s garden framed her with an almost unreal perfection.
He had to admit, the angle made it a little difficult to see her face fully, since the blonde’s huge tits blocked part of the view. Not that it mattered much at that moment.
"I’m fine, darling." Alice’s lips curved even further, and she took Ethan’s free hand, guiding it carefully to her own belly.
Holding his fingers firmly, she placed her husband’s palm against her stomach, the warmth of his hand radiating gently against her skin.
He could feel the pulse of the life growing there, a tiny embryo rich in Aura and Mana, destined for great deeds.
He kept his hand in place for a moment before letting it rise slowly. His fingers traced the soft curve of her body until they came to cup the side of one of her full breasts.
Ethan squeezed gently. The soft flesh sank beneath his fingers, warm and supple, molding to his grip like fresh cotton.
A soft moan escaped Alice’s lips, and in the next instant, both her eyes and Ethan’s widened.
With her tit squeezed in his hand, her nipple stiffened against the fabric. Then, on the pure white of the dress, a dark patch of moisture began to bloom, spreading slowly and perfectly tracing the outline of the pink tip beneath.
Alice’s gaze dropped to her own chest in disbelief. "Is that... milk?" she murmured, her voice trembling.
Ethan let out a soft, amused chuckle. "I think so..."
He rose from her lap, settling himself on the seat beside her before firmly grasping the neckline of her dress.
Without hesitating for even a moment, he pulled the fabric downward.
The neckline gave way without resistance, and Alice’s full breasts spilled free in a heavy bounce, jiggling up and down before finally settling into a slow, lazy sway.
The pink nipples, already damp and glistening from the leaking milk, stood fully exposed, stiffening even further in the open air.
Ethan cupped both breasts in his hands, pressing them together.
The soft, pliant flesh molded between his fingers, overflowing through every crease while fresh beads of milk welled up and trickled from the sensitive tips.
"Hmm~ be gentle, I’m sensitive..." Alice gasped, letting out a sweet, soft moan.
Ethan just nodded, leaning over her. His tongue slid slowly and warmly over the nipple leaking milk, capturing a creamy, sweet drop that trickled down her rosy skin.
Feeling the sweet taste spread across his taste buds, he sighed. "Ah... our future child is going to be lucky, you know?"
Those words drew a sincere giggle from Alice, and her eyes sparkled with pure joy.
"Hmm... does hubby want to?" She purred teasingly, her voice low and laced with playfulness.
"You’re pregnant... shouldn’t we avoid that?"
"No." Alice shook her head "There’s no problem with it, and even if there were... I still have my mouth, don’t I?"
Alice rose to her feet, then sank down between Ethan’s legs, her hands gripping his thighs and forcing them apart for her.
"It’s a husband’s responsibility to provide nourishment for his wife." She spoke with a naughty smile, grabbing the hem of Ethan’s pants and pulling them down.