Chapter XXIV: Resolve
The king strode across the garden, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions, and entered the bathing house. Inside, servants were already preparing the baths for the concubines who would usually bathe in the morning. The servant’s faces showed surprise at the unexpected presence of their monarch. They bowed respectfully and greeted him courtly. He instructed them to inform Lady Belet that he wished for privacy and didn’t want any of his women to disturb him.
Undressing himself, he slipped into the tub, the hot water enveloping him like a comforting embrace. Despite the temperature, he found solace in the burning feeling upon his skin, his thoughts still lingering on the encounter with Isabella in the garden.
As Isabella sat amidst the grass, a swirl of emotions churned within her. The memory of the king's touch lingered, casting a shadow over her thoughts, as if it had happened in a distant past rather than mere moments ago. Yet, amidst the turmoil of conflicting feelings, a sense of resolve began to take root within her.
With a deep breath, she rose to her feet. Pulling the straps of her nightgown up, she straightened her posture, a sense of determination guiding her back to the harem. Though uncertainty lingered in her thoughts, she walked with purpose, even unsure of what that purpose was.
As Isabella stepped into the bathing house, her eyes immediately fell upon the king, his form submerged in the steamy waters. Beside him stood Lady Belet and two maids, their expressions a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “His Majesty wishes to—” Lady Belet attempted to interject, her words halted by a dismissive gesture from the king, his attention wholly fixated on Isabella.
Undeterred by the presence of Lady Belet and the maids, Isabella met the king's gaze with unwavering determination. With a steady hand, she reached for the straps of her nightgown, pulling them down in a deliberate motion. The fabric cascaded to the ground, pooling around her feet as she stood before the king, unadorned and unabashed.
Fully naked, Isabella walked up the steps leading to the bathtub, the steam enveloping her as she entered the hot water. With each step, her resolve strengthened, her defiant gaze fixed on the king’s eyes.
Without hesitation, she crawled towards him, the water swirling around her as she moved. Positioned in front of him, nestled between his legs, she dared to touch his naked skin, her fingertips tracing the contours of the dragon he had tattooed on his chest with a delicate touch. As if driven by an irresistible force, she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his own.
In that charged moment, their lips met, igniting a passion that consumed them both. The king pulled her closer, his arms encircling her as they kissed with a fervor born of so much desire and longing. Briefly, he gestured to dismiss Lady Belet and the servants, leaving them alone in the steam-filled sanctuary of the bathing house.
The king grabbed Isabella’s thighs and positioned her on top of his lap. To kiss her lips felt addictive and desperate, he felt like he could devour her entirely if she let him. His hands ran rough over her delicate, wet skin, squeezing her thighs, her ass, her arms and her breasts. He took her small hand and placed it on his cock, which was getting hard again. With his hand over her’s, he instructed her on the grip and motion he desired—and she steadily obliged. Isabella looked at his cock as she stroked it under the water and the king realized it was all so fast and rough back in the garden she didn’t even get to see his sex before he deflowered her with it. He grabbed his cock back from her hand and positioned its tip under her, rubbing it against her silky folds. He pulled her down to make her sit, penetrating her. She let out a desperate gasp, her nails digging deep into the skin of his broad shoulders.
“Does that feel good?” He asked, almost whispering in her ear. She nodded positively, as if she was too overwhelmed to speak. “Good,” the king said, grabbing her ass firmly with both hands, “now move your hips for me.”
Isabella struggled to begin moving her hips, but he helped her with the motion. She held the back of his neck with one hand and supported herself on his knee with the other. As she moved, a pleasant sensation began to grow inside of her, something she obviously never felt before. As much as she felt sore, she wanted to keep going, as that pleasure only seemed to become larger—and was deeply enhanced when the king took one of her breasts in his mouth and began to suck on her nipple. “Don’t stop, babygirl,” he said as she moved and moaned in an extraordinary intensity. “Keep riding me.”
Isabella’s cunt was so tight, she moved her hips so pleasingly and her breasts dandled with the motion so gracefully at the reach of his mouth that the king felt himself close to coming again. He had been pleased by countless women before, but what he felt for Isabella and what he was feeling at that very moment was completely new.
From the moment he saw her all grown, chained and kneeling before his throne, looking at him with her defiant emerald eyes, he knew he was burning with such desire for her that it could make him irrational—and he feared that very sensation, hence why he avoided her so badly. But he couldn’t avoid her anymore, she belonged to him like the waves to the ocean. He thought he could wait a little more to take her, but when he saw her dancing in her undergarments at the stream, he knew nothing, no plans or strategies, would stop him from claiming what rightfully belonged to him. And so he did, he deflowered her right there, the morning skies as their sole witness.
The king was taken aback by Isabella's boldness to return to him like that after he took her virginity. He had expected her to retreat in shame, to distance herself from him after what had happened between them. Yet, there she was, her gaze unwavering, her presence unyielding. And she was riding him like a stallion, better than any woman he ever possessed. Her flushed cheeks, her mouth half-opened moaning loud and her tearful eyes composed one of the most beautiful visions he ever had, as seemed to reach for the crown of her pleasure for the first time ever. Watching her, feeling her, possessing her, the king groaned in rapture as he, once again, came. It was a surreal sensation; as he spilled himself deep inside of her, she collapsed over his body in countless spasms, screaming in pleasure, her cunt pulsating around his throbbing cock.
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