Chapter CXVIII: Purple
Isabella’s dragon touched down on the grounds of Rosehall with a powerful thud. The air crackled with tension as she dismounted swiftly, her face set with determination. Lord Pallor, who had been anxiously pacing the courtyard, rushed towards her, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“What were you thinking?” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and outrage. “You could have been hurt—or worse!”
Isabella’s gaze was steely as she met his concern with defiance. “I’m fine, Pallor,” she said firmly. “I needed to distract the Dragon King. The troops will reach us unprepared and further from the palace thanks to what I did.”
Lord Pallor’s concern did not wane. “You can’t take risks like that, especially not without consulting me first!”
Isabella’s eyes flashed with anger. “Do you want to know how I survived the Dragon King’s harem? By being crazier than him and his bitches!” She paused, her voice softening with a trace of defiance. “Besides, I’m the queen. You’re my consort. I don’t need permission to do what I deem necessary.”
The intensity of their exchange was interrupted by the distant sounds of a bloodied battle. The clash between the Fire Army and the Army of Thorns raged across the fields. The Fire Army, vastly outnumbering the Allendorian forces, pressed hard, pushing them back towards Rosehall.
Meanwhile, the Dragon King, with his heart aflame with vengeance, had taken to the skies. His dragon roared as it flew over the battlefield, a dark omen casting its shadow over the land. As he approached Rosehall, the King hesitated for a moment, his mind wrestling with the possibility that his son might be within the palace walls.
His rage soon overpowered his hesitation. With a guttural roar, he commanded his dragon to land within the castle’s walls. The beast descended amidst a storm of destruction, its claws raking across the stone as it landed. The King leaped from the dragon’s back, his bloody sword clenched tightly in his hand. He stormed through the castle, his rage driving him to slaughter every guard in his path, his steps echoing with deadly purpose.
The palace, eerily quiet amidst the chaos outside, seemed empty as the Dragon King kicked open door after door. His eyes, cold and searching, were driven by an instinct that bordered on primal. His heart beat furiously in his chest as he finally burst into the royal chambers.
There she was—Isabella. The sight of her struck him with a jolt of shock and rage. She stood alone, unguarded, dressed in a flowing dark purple velvet dress with a daring slit up her leg. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, her lack of armor and adornments accentuating her vulnerability and defiance. The dress clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked scene around her.
The Dragon King’s breath caught in his throat as he saw her. He threw his bloodied sword onto the floor with a metallic clang, his fury and despair merging into a turbulent storm of emotions. He advanced towards her, each step fueled by a mix of rage, heartbreak, and an unbearable longing.
He seized Isabella with a brutal intensity, his hands gripping her face as he crushed his lips against hers. She struggled against his hold, her hands pushing at his chest, but the force of his kiss was overwhelming and she gave in. The kiss was fierce, almost violent, a desperate attempt to devour every part of her. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she responded with equal hunger, their bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one.
The Dragon King’s hands roamed over her, tearing at the fabric of her dress with a wild impatience. The dress ripped and fell away, exposing her breasts to his fierce touch. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to shed his armor, the metal clanking loudly as he threw it aside. The clamor of the battlefield seemed to vanish as he focused solely on the body of the woman before him.
Without hesitation, he turned her around, lifting what was left of her dress and pushing her roughly onto the carpet. His movements were urgent, driven by an unrestrained passion that bordered on violence. He yanked her dress apart with his bare hands, the fabric shredding as he exposed her completely. Isabella’s cries of pain and pleasure mingled with his grunts of frustration.
The Dragon King’s desire was almost feral as he mounted her. His thrusts were hard and relentless, each movement fueled by a mixture of anger and longing. He pulled her hair, holding her head back as he pounded his cock hard into her cunt with an intensity that left no room for tenderness. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he claimed her with a raw, primal force.
Isabella’s moans were frantic, her body responding to his brutal rhythm with a fervor that matched his own. The carpet beneath her was rough, scraping against her skin as they moved together in a wild, chaotic dance. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the slap of skin against skin, their ragged breaths, and the occasional cry that broke free from their throats.
Their connection was a tempest of fury and lust, each thrust driven by their shared history and the pain they had endured, pain cause by each other. The Dragon King’s anger melted into a consuming desire, his need for her overpowering everything else. Isabella’s pleasure mixed with his frustration, creating a heady, chaotic symphony that bound them together in a way that was both brutally intense and deeply intimate.
With a guttural roar, the King’s control shattered. His body tensed, muscles straining as he buried himself deeply within Isabella. A shuddering wave of pleasure overtook him, and he climaxed with a fierce intensity. His release was violent and unrestrained, his body jerking as he emptied himself with a primal cry that seemed to echo through the room. His pleasure was raw and chaotic, an explosion of emotion that left him gasping for breath.
Isabella felt the heat of his climax, the sensation both overwhelming and intoxicating. She writhed beneath him, her own pleasure mingling with the ferocity of his release.
As the last of his climax subsided, the Dragon King collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, just like hers. He remained inside her for a moment, his breathing labored, his heart pounding in time with her own.
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