At the dining table, the entire family of seven had gathered. After a long while, Dalia had joined them again, seated among the others for dinner.
Monica could not hide her delight when the blue-haired woman finally stepped out of her room to share a meal.
As Dalia settled into her chair, Gustav was the first to speak.
"It seems Luke has worked wonders. You are recovering well, Dalia."
At his words, she instinctively glanced toward Luke. He remained quiet, focused on his meal as if the conversation had nothing to do with him.
She gave a small nod. "Yes. The treatment is effective."
Monica smiled warmly. "That is a relief. Lex has been constantly worried about your condition."
Dalia's eyes shifted to her mate.
Lex coughed into his fist and continued chewing his bread as if he had not heard a single word.
Laila, however, wore a clear frown. She looked directly at Dalia and asked, "What exactly does Luke do in that room that makes you produce such strange noises?"
That caused the woman to briefly flinch. The memories of his mate's brother exploring her body, touching her sex...treating her like a wild beast, flooded her mind.
She glanced at Luke once again and just briefly she saw a smirk forming on his lips as if to say, 'Go on, answer her.'
She felt wrong letting others know what they do behind the closed doors since anyone else but Lex touching her sex felt like a taboo.
However, Dalia knew it was necessary. All the fluids he helped her release told her how much she had been pent up. How much her body craved to be mated.
But could she explain that to the others? Probably, not. That's why, "He just massages my body to release the. Nothing else."
Laila continued to hum in suspicion, but Dalia offered no further explanation.
Soon, the table fell into a quiet rhythm as everyone resumed eating.
A portion of meat and bread had been served to Dalia.
She knew how hard her mate worked to cover her rotation fees and to keep food on their table.
Without a word, she tore her piece of meat in half and placed one portion onto Lex's plate.
Lex frowned immediately. "You need to eat too. You have barely touched your meals these past few days."
She shook her head gently. "You are the one earning for us. If something happens to you out there, I would not even be able to afford this much. So eat."
Lex stared at the meat on his plate for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he picked it up.
Dalia smiled back as well—just to freeze upon feeling something brushing against her crotch.
She looked down briefly and found it was a toe...of the person sitting across from her.
She looked up and glared at Luke who just kept eating while his thumb brushed against her swollen lips.
"Hmm? What happened?" Lex asked.
However, before she could respond, Luke suddenly pressed his thumb against her protruding clit, making her jolt.
She nearly moaned at that. Her fingers grabbing the edges of the table.
Lex grew worried, "Are you okay?"
Dalia slowly nodded, "Y-Yes...I am fine." She then picked the bread and slowly tore it to show that she was eating and her mate doesn't ask her anything more.
Luke's foot didn't retreat.
If anything, it settled in more confidently, the arch of it pressing warmly against the inside of her thigh while his big toe traced slow, deliberate circles over the slick seam of her cunt.
He kept the pressure light at first—teasing, exploratory—letting the pad of his toe glide up and down her folds, parting them just enough to feel how swollen and wet she already was from earlier.
Dalia clamped her thighs together on instinct, trying to trap his ankle, but that only pinned his foot tighter against her sex.
The sudden squeeze made his toe slip deeper, nudging directly against her entrance. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and forced her expression blank.
Across the table, Luke lifted a spoonful of stew to his mouth, chewing slowly, eyes half-lidded like he was savoring the food and not the way her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch.
Monica was talking now—something about the market prices, the new changes of rotation fees they might face—her voice bright and oblivious. Gustav nodded along. Laila still watched Dalia with narrowed eyes, but said nothing more. Lex, beside her, tore into the extra piece of meat she'd given him, shoulders relaxed for the first time in days.
Under the table, Luke curled his toes.
The thick digit dragged upward, slick with her arousal, and hooked gently under the hood of her clit.
He pressed—slowly and teasingly—and then flicked. Once. Twice. A tiny, cruel little rhythm that sent white-hot sparks racing up her spine.
"You sure you're alright?" Lex murmured, glancing sideways at her. His brow furrowed. "You're flushed."
"I… just warm," she managed. Her voice came out thinner than she wanted. "The soup."
He nodded, accepting it, and turned back to his food.
Luke chose that exact moment to slide his toe lower and push—just the tip—inside her.
Not deep. Just enough to stretch her entrance, to let her feel the blunt intrusion while the ball of his foot rocked gently against her clit. The angle was obscene, awkward, perfect. Every tiny shift of his leg sent fresh wetness coating his skin, dripping down the arch of his foot to pool against the floorboards.
Her thighs trembled. Her clit throbbed against the steady grind of his foot. Heat coiled low and tight in her belly, building too fast, too publicly.
But then, suddenly, he retreated.
Her eyes widened as the sensation disappeared right before she was about to reach peak.
She glanced at him, no, she was openly looking at him but Luke didn't return the gaze and got up, "I am done. I will be waiting for you, Mom." Leaving those words behind that got Monica a bit flustered, he left.
Only after giving a knowing glance to Dalia.
Just a moment later, she also said, "I am done. Please finish the rest of the food, Lex. I don't feel good." Saying so, she also got up.
Before Lex could say anything, she was gone.