Chapter LVI: Feast
The grand hall was alive with the sounds of music, laughter, and the clinking of goblets. The entire court had gathered for a sumptuous feast, the long tables laden with an array of delicious foods that filled the air with mouth-watering aromas. Candles flickered, casting a warm, inviting glow over the festivities.
In the center of it all, the Dragon King sat at the head of the table, Isabella perched on his lap, her presence a clear symbol of his favor. Her beautiful rosé gown flowed elegantly around her, and she leaned comfortably against the king, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
The king's arm was wrapped protectively around Isabella's waist as he engaged in light-hearted conversation with his courtiers. His other hand occasionally reached for a goblet of wine or a piece of fruit from the platters before them. Isabella laughed at a joke made by one of the nobles, the sound of her laughter blending seamlessly with the jovial atmosphere of the evening.
Every now and then, the king would lean in to murmur something to Isabella, his breath warm against her ear, causing her to smile or blush. Their closeness did not go unnoticed by the court, who exchanged knowing glances and whispers about the deepening bond between their ruler and his favorite.
Musicians played lively tunes, adding to the celebratory mood. Servants moved gracefully among the guests, ensuring that goblets were never empty and plates were always full. The evening was a celebration of the kingdom’s prosperity under the Dragon’s Blood rule, with the king and his favorite concubine radiating a sense of contentment and joy that seemed to touch everyone present.
As the night wore on, the king raised his goblet in a toast, his voice carrying over the revelry. "To a night of plenty, and to many more like it," he declared, his eyes meeting Isabella's. "But now if you excuse me, I have some royal duties to attend to."
The king stood up while scooping Isabella effortlessly into his arms. The entire court erupted into cheers and applause, their joyous approval ringing through the grand hall. Isabella laughed, her cheeks flushed with delight, and she playfully hid her face against the king's neck, her laughter vibrating softly against his skin. She remembered having to stand before that same court while completely naked after the king punished her. Now, she was being proudly carried around in his arms, covered in royal jewelry and in a luxurious (although revealing) dress.
With a broad, drunk smile, the king carried her through the royal hall, the path parting before them as courtiers and nobles stepped aside, their cheers and well-wishes following them. The musicians struck up a lively tune, adding a melodic backdrop to the celebratory moment.
Isabella clung to the king, her heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and affection. She could feel the strength and steadiness of his arms around her. The grand doors of the hall swung open as they approached, and the king carried her through with ease, their passage lit by the flickering torches lining the corridor.
The journey to the royal quarters was filled with the lingering echoes of the court's jubilation. As they reached the privacy of their chambers, the king gently set Isabella down, his eyes filled with warmth and affection the same way it burned with his fiery desire.
The king leaned in, his lips capturing Isabella’s in a kiss that was deep and fervent, the taste of strong wine mingling between them. His hands, firm and sure, moved to her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Instinctively, Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his neck as the kiss intensified.
With a swift, smooth motion, the king pressed her back against the wall, the cold stone on her naked back made her shiver. His mouth moved hungrily against hers, each kiss more passionate than the last, as if he were trying to convey the depth of his desire through the connection of their lips. Isabella’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching into his. The world outside their private sanctuary faded away, leaving only the raw, electric intensity of their embrace. The king's hands roamed over her back, holding her securely as if he could never let her go.
The king's grip tightened around Isabella with only one strong arm, his other hand moving deftly to pull down the straps of her dress. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, baring her skin to his eager touch. His lips left hers, trailing a fiery path down her neck to her breasts. He bit and sucked on her nipples, making her milk leak a little.
With each kiss and lick, his mouth moved with a fervor that bordered on desperate, as if he wanted to devour every inch of her. Isabella’s breath hitched, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, every nerve alive with anticipation and passion.
The king's lips traced the curve of her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin, tasting the essence of her. His kisses grew hungrier, more urgent, as he explored her exposed skin with a fervor that made her head spin. Isabella's soft moans mingled with the sound of their breathing, each touch and kiss drawing them deeper into the thrall of their shared desire.
The king's movements grew more urgent as he deftly pulled down his pants, his eyes never leaving Isabella's. With a deliberate motion, he positioned himself and rubbed his hard cock on the wet slit of her cunt. The sensation was electric, a jolt of raw connection that surged through both of them. He penetrated her easily, his entire length sliding into her swollen hole.
Their passion erupted into something even more ardent, hungry, and uncontrollable with each movement. The king's hands gripped her hips, fucking her with a strong yet tender touch. Isabella’s legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back as she lost herself in the intensity of their union.
Every thrust, every gasp, and every whispered name only fueled the fire between them. The wall against Isabella’s back seemed to pulse with their rhythm, the cool stone becoming warm with the heat of her skin. The room filled with the sounds of their shared desire, a symphony of raw, unrestrained emotion.
Isabella felt the mounting wave of her climax building within her, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The king’s movements became more urgent, each thrust deeper and more desperate. As the tension within her reached its peak, she felt him tighten his grip on her hips, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.
With a final, powerful thrust, the king spilled himself inside her, a guttural groan escaping his lips, primal and raw. The sound sent shivers through Isabella, her own body responding to the intensity of his release. She cried out, her climax crashing over her in a wave of blinding ecstasy, her muscles clenching around him in a perfect, shared moment of release.
As their breathing gradually steadied and the intensity of the moment began to fade, the king leaned in close to Isabella. His lips brushed against her ear, his voice a soft, intimate whisper. "My favorite girl," he murmured, the words laced with both tenderness and possessive affection.
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