The Conquerors Path
chapter-664

Me, Grace, and Aria soon walked out of the shopping store, the atmosphere a bit stale between us, my mother's face screaming fully satisfied, while a very calm yet mixed look kept popping up within Aria's face, of course, no one else got to know anything about what happened inside the dressing room but Aria did, I didn't go out of my way to block off her senses sneaking in, thus what she saw must have shaken her core in ways that shouldn't be shaken.

Of course, doing such a thing is wrong in so many ways but I wouldn't have done what I did if I didn't have a deeper agenda in place, and also the fact that this 'little' Aria of mine isn't little in mind anymore, at least not fully little and for the awakening I want to happen, a bit more pushing from all sides is needed of my plan to work.

Thus within the atmosphere, with Grace probably doubting everything with her lust still running clung to me, her legs trembling a bit from the action she received a moment ago, not to mention the fact that her insides still filled with my thick white seeds, fully embracing the inside of her womb, thus Grace now has the very face of a satisfied woman, but that won't last for long with what I have in mind.

"Now, why don't we head out for some food?"

I asked in the stale atmosphere, the sudden words of mine bringing in the focus of the two, Aria seemingly having lost a bounce in her steps spoke.

"Okay, daddy"

I wasn't the only one to notice the low drop in Aria's words as I asked patting her head.

"What's wrong princess? are you angry with only your daddy and mommy leaving you with the saleswoman?"

My question prompted Aria to pout and turn her head sideways, her cheeks puffing up in a cute along with her side head movement.

"Humph!"

Is all that came out of the little cutty's mouth as she just kept her head to the side, not even willing to look at my face, being very pouty now, I chuckled at Aria's adorable display of displeasure. Dealing with a pouty Aria was always a delicate dance—one that required finesse and a touch of parental magic. Grace joined the scene, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she observed our 'daughter's' antics.

"My little Aria, what's got you in such a grumpy mood?" Grace teased, kneeling to Aria's eye level, struggling a bit with all my seeds inside her.

Aria, maintaining her pout, mumbled, "I didn't like being left with the saleswoman. It was boring."

Ah, the candid honesty of a child. I exchanged a knowing look with Grace, both of us understanding the challenge at hand, at least my mother thought she did, not knowing a deeper darer reason lay at hand. Aria, like any child, could quickly shift from joyous laughter to a pouty disposition, and navigating through these emotional waters required a special touch, at least it works for normal children but Aria is way different than normal.

"Well, we needed to pick out a beautiful dress for you, my love," I explained, trying to soften the situation. "And you know Mommy and Daddy always want you to have the most sparkly and magical dress for any occasion at hand."

Aria's pout wavered slightly, her curiosity peeking through. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Grace affirmed, her voice gentle and reassuring. "We wanted to make sure you have the perfect dress for any special occasion. You want to look like a sparkly fairy princess, right?"

Aria's eyes brightened at the mention of the sparkly fairy princess, a small smile playing on her lips. The pout was fading, replaced by the prospect of a magical dress.

'Wow this kid sure can act'

I mused, knowing that the real reason is different and I felt like chuckling at the words my mother is speaking of, her subtle way of hiding how much we were fucking each other in the dressing room, her womb now leaking a bit of my cum.

"That's right, sweetheart," I chimed in, "and we found the most enchanting dress for you. It's going to be the talk of any situation."

Aria's pout now transformed into a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Her little heart, so quick to feel emotions, embraced the promise of a magical dress. Grace and I shared a subtle triumphant glance, knowing that our skillful navigation had shifted the mood, well again at least my mother thought so but Aria was just a ticking timer and Grace's problem was just a growing issue.

"Now," I continued, "how about we go and find a place to eat? I heard they have the most delicious treats in a certain place. What do you say, my sparkly fairy princess?"

Aria's eyes sparkled at the mention of treats. The allure of sweets and the promise of a delightful meal were potent enough to erase any lingering traces of discontent, one now being hidden under a deeper layer.

"I want ice cream!" Aria declared, her enthusiasm returning.

Grace, with a playful smile, said, "Ice cream it is! Let's go find the tastiest ice cream in the restaurant, shall we?"

As we walked towards the palace dining area, Aria, now happily skipping, held my hand, her pout a distant memory. Grace and I exchanged a silent acknowledgment of the successful navigation of our 'daughter's' emotional waters, the subtle shift in atmosphere and mind going unnoticed by Grace but not me.

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Entering the grand dining area, the atmosphere was nothing short of opulence. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow. Soft music played in the background, enhancing the overall ambiance.

Seated at a table draped in fine linen, with delicate silverware and sparkling crystal glasses, we were attended to by a courteous waiter in a crisp, immaculate uniform. The menu, a work of art in itself, presented a myriad of culinary delights.

Aria's eyes widened as she perused the menu, her excitement palpable. "Daddy, Mommy, can we try everything?" she asked, her enthusiasm infectious.

Grace and I shared a laugh, reveling in our 'daughter's' exuberance. "How about we try a bit of everything, my love?" I suggested, glancing at Grace, who nodded in agreement.

The waiter, with a practiced smile, stood ready to take our orders. Grace, always the eloquent one, began, "We'll start with some appetizers, please. The stuffed mushrooms and shrimp cocktail."

Aria, still bouncing in her seat, added, "And can we have cheese sticks, too? They're my favorite!"

The waiter noted down our selections with a gracious nod, and as he walked away, Aria's excitement bubbled over. "Daddy, I want ice cream after dinner too! Can we, please?"

I chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Of course, sweetheart. Ice cream for dessert is a must."

As we waited for the appetizers, Aria's eyes wandered around the dining area, taking in the splendor of the surroundings. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of conversation created a cozy atmosphere.

When the appetizers arrived, Aria's eyes widened with delight. The stuffed mushrooms were a symphony of flavors, and the shrimp cocktail was a refreshing burst of sea-scented goodness. Aria, with a mix of curiosity and glee, tasted each dish, her expressions a delightful dance of discovery.

Grace and I shared a knowing smile, reveling in the simple joy of a 'family' meal. The main course arrived, a feast for the senses. Grilled salmon, succulent lamb chops, and a medley of roasted vegetables adorned our plates. Aria, now fully immersed in the culinary experience, took small bites, savoring each flavor.

As we enjoyed the meal, the conversation flowed naturally. Aria regaled us with stories from her day, her eyes lighting up with excitement. With the main course behind us, the dessert menu arrived, and Aria's eyes practically sparkled. "I want a chocolate sundae with extra sprinkles!" she declared, her sweet tooth on full display.

Our orders were placed, and the waiter gracefully whisked away the menus. Aria, unable to contain her excitement, leaned over the table, her eyes wide with anticipation. I couldn't resist playfully feeding her a small bite of dessert, and she responded with giggles of delight.

Grace, ever the romantic, leaned in and whispered to me, "Isn't this perfect, Austin? Our 'little' family, enjoying a magical evening together."