Forbidden Tavern 2 – Leo Thornvale (1)

Different from the ones Elara made—sharper, more intense. Almost pained, but not quite. Curiosity won over shock. Elara slipped out of bed and moved silently to her door. Opened it a crack. She could hear better now. Could hear the rhythm of bodies moving. Could hear Celia’s voice, breathless and desperate. “There—right there—oh God—” What were they doing that made Celia sound like that?

Elara had heard her sister through the walls before when Celia didn’t know she was listening. Had heard her masturbate with increasing frequency over the past weeks. But this was different. These sounds were rawer. More intense. “Harder—I can take it—please—” Harder? The bed creaked more violently.

Something hit the wall in a steady rhythm. And then Celia screamed—actually screamed—into what must be a pillow because the sound was muffled but unmistakable. She was coming. Celia was having an orgasm in Theron’s bed. Elara’s hand drifted between her thighs of its own accord. She should be angry. Should be jealous. Should feel betrayed. Instead, she was…

aroused. The sounds continued. Celia begging for more. Theron’s low voice saying something Elara couldn’t quite make out. More movement. More gasps. Elara’s fingers found wetness. She was soaked. Listening to her sister fuck the man Elara loved was making her incredibly horny. What did that say about her? The rhythm changed. Became more frantic. Celia’s voice rose again, sharp and desperate. “Yes—yes—fill me—I want it all—” Theron’s groan carried clearly. The sound of a man reaching climax. Then silence, broken only by heavy breathing.

Elara pulled her hand away and retreated to her bed, mind spinning. Celia and Theron. How long had this been going on? She thought back over the past week. Celia walking strangely some mornings. The satisfied gleam in her eyes. The way she’d looked at Theron across the breakfast table with something possessive and triumphant.

It had been happening for a while. At least several days. Maybe longer. And Elara had been oblivious. She lay in the dark, listening. Eventually, she heard Theron’s door open again. Heard Celia’s footsteps returning to her room. Her sister had just been thoroughly fucked and was walking back to her own bed satisfied. The same thing Elara did several nights a week. They were both sleeping with him. She should confront them. Should demand answers. Should be furious. Instead, Elara found herself smiling in the dark.

Celia finally got what she wanted.

Copyright © 2026 Leo Thornvale. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Brand and product names remain the property of their respective owners, used here for descriptive purposes without intent to infringe.

No part of this book may be copied, stored, or shared in any format without prior written permission, except for brief quotes in reviews. Content Warning & Compliance Statement This book contains explicit sexual content for mature readers only. All characters are over 18, not blood-related, and engage in fully consensual acts. Reader discretion is advised. OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER 1: THE MORNING AFTER JEALOUSY Celia woke with her hand still between her thighs. Her fingers were sticky.

The nightgown was bunched around her waist. The morning light streaming through her window felt like an accusation. She’d done it again. Listened through the walls. Watched through the cracked door. Touched herself to the sounds of Theron fucking her sister. What the hell is wrong with me? The answer came immediately, unwanted: Nothing’s wrong. You just want what she has. Celia pulled her hand away and stared at the ceiling. Her heart was still racing. She could still hear it if she tried—Elara’s breathless moans from last night, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, Theron’s deep groan as he— Stop it.

She sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her thighs were sore. Not from sex—she’d never had sex—but from how hard she’d been clenching them while she masturbated. Three fingers hadn’t been enough. They were never enough. Through the thin walls, she heard Elara humming. Fucking humming, like some cheerful little songbird who’d just gotten exactly what she wanted.

Because she had. Celia stood and splashed cold water on her face from the basin. In the cracked mirror, her reflection looked back with judgmental eyes. Pale skin. Dark hair falling in messy waves. Grey-blue eyes that had spent too many nights watching things they shouldn’t. She should be disgusted with herself. Instead, she was just angry. And horny. Mostly horny. Why does SHE get all the dick? The thought was crude and petty and absolutely true. Elara—sweet, cheerful, naive little Elara—was getting fucked nightly by Theron while Celia lay in her bed with inadequate fingers and overwhelming jealousy.

It wasn’t fair. Celia dressed quickly in her usual conservative style. High neckline. Long sleeves. Nothing that would draw attention. The opposite of what Elara had been wearing lately—those new dresses from Lysa’s shop that left very little to imagination. She smoothed her skirt and tried to smooth her thoughts. Today would be normal. Professional. She’d work the tavern, avoid Theron’s eyes, and definitely not think about how his hands had looked gripping Elara’s hips last night— Stop.

She opened her door and headed downstairs. The kitchen smelled like bacon and fresh bread.

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