Chapter LXXIV: Follow
As the music swirled and the scent of perfume hung thick in the air, the king and Prince Damian reveled in the company of the harem's concubines. Their laughter mingled with the soft music, and for a moment, all was blissful indulgence.
But then, the door of the harem swung open, breaking the spell. All eyes turned toward the unexpected intruder: Isabella, flanked by her two maids, her presence commanding attention in the bustling hall. She strode forward with purpose, her gaze unwavering as she met the startled stares of the Dragon King and Prince Damian.
The king's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. He did not expect to see her there, in the heart of the harem, a place she so openly despised. Isabella's demeanor was cool and collected as she passed by the concubines, her steps echoing with determination. She wore her full dinner attire with regal grace, a stark contrast to the half-naked women around her.
Without a word, Isabella continued on her path, heading toward the bathing house at the far end of the hall. The king watched her retreating figure, a mixture of fascination and apprehension swirling in his mind.
Both the king and the prince got up and followed Isabella as if she left a trail with a powerful spell. In the dimly lit bathing house, Isabella stood surrounded by her maids, her silhouette casting a graceful shadow against the marble walls. Her demeanor was composed, a picture of serene confidence as her maids attended to her with practiced precision.
As the king and Prince Damian entered, their footsteps echoing softly in the tiled chamber, Isabella turned to regard them with a cool gaze. There was a flicker of false surprise in her eyes at their sudden appearance, but she remained unruffled, her poise unshaken.
The king's gaze lingered on Isabella, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. There was something magnetic about her presence there, a magnetic pull that he found impossible to resist. Prince Damian, too, seemed captivated by her aura, his expression betraying a mixture of intrigue and anticipation.
Isabella's maids continued their task, undressing her with gentle hands, their movements almost reverent in their care. The king and Prince Damian stood at a respectful distance, their eyes fixed on Isabella, as if entranced by her every movement.
Silence enveloped the bathing house, broken only by the soft sounds of the maids' ministrations and the faint trickle of water from the nearby fountains. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, as the king and Prince Damian stood transfixed by the enigmatic woman before them.
Finally, Isabella's maids stepped back, their task complete. Isabella stood before the king and Prince Damian, completely naked, the contours of her body illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, a vision of ethereal grace and allure.
The king felt a surge of desire stir within him. He had seen her like this countless times before, and yet each time felt like the first; her body wasn’t like anything he ever had before, she always made him feel irrational, as if he no longer possessed control over himself.
Isabella stepped gracefully into the warm, inviting water of the bathtub, the steam rising around her and creating an ethereal aura. She turned to face the king, her eyes holding a mixture of challenge and invitation. "Join me, my king," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of both command and plea.
The king, captivated by her presence, began to remove his clothes. He discarded his garments one by one, never taking his eyes off Isabella. Once undressed, he moved toward the bathtub and slid into the water beside her, feeling the warmth envelop him.
Isabella's hand reached out to touch his cheek, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin. "I can see the desire in your eyes, your Highness," she said, turning to Prince Damian, her voice steady and clear. "We should find an adequate woman to satisfy you tonight. Or… You could fuck me," she continued, her gaze flicking to the king, "if his Majesty doesn’t mind sharing me."
The king's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Isabella's face, then glanced over at Damian, who was watching them with a smirk of amusement and anticipation. The king's expression tightened for a moment, a flash of possessiveness crossing his face. He glanced at Isabella, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. Finding none, he took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
The king felt a tumult of emotions as he watched Damian undress and step into the bath. Anger and arousal warred within him, each vying for dominance. He shared countless women with his brother, even his favorite ones, but he still, for some reason, wanted Isabella all to himself, to keep her body, devotion and passion solely his. Yet, the idea of allowing another man to possess her, only to reclaim her afterward, to fuck her until she remembered who she truly belonged to, enticed him in ways he hadn’t expected.
Prince Damian, now fully in the bath, approached them with a mixture of admiration and desire in his eyes. He reached out to gently stroke Isabella’s arm, his touch tentative yet reverent. Isabella turned to face the king, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, her hand cradling his face.
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