The unexpected visit of the old dragon

Barrages of silence and the thick smell of sex lingered in the atmosphere, as they were engulfed by the noses of the onlookers...

Their piercing gazes and the severe sensations crawled their skins, as they watched the sexual exhibition in front of them...

"This is indeed a luxurious show!" King Coleman commented, and the queens who stood beside him hummed into cheerful giggles.

“I know right?” Beta Kappa smiled, as he stared at the man who was his alpha —the man he hated with so much passion.

The pained screams of Luna Henrietta reverberated across the ballroom, her fingers strongly clenching the rims of the alter as if they were the only source that brought consolation to her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Was all Jeffrey could recite, amidst his erection thrusting slowly into his wife's opening countless times.

His moves were sensitive and arousing, yet painful to Luna Henrietta as she couldn't explain the emotions she felt —it was like the pains were accompanied by a spiral of raw pleasures as they consumed her body.

Queen Isle watched with unexplainable feelings, her eyes blackened dangerously and her hands clenched the armrest of her throne —one could discern the feelings burning through her skin like a destructive predator.

"Music!!" She abruptly growls in order, and instantly, gushes of beautiful music began to resonate into the air.

The tunes of the music appeared across to rhythm excellently, and accordingly to the moves of the alpha who was copulating with his mate.

“Oh goodness!!” Lady Macbeth cried from her spot, she couldn't watch any longer as she left the ballroom room.

"Ride faster!!" Queen Eliza giggles sheepishly, positioning her goblet of wine to her chest and Queen Meridian leaned to her ear.

"I wish I can have the taste of his erection inside of me but I can't, because of my husband," she whispered and Queen Eliza chuckled.

"I know right? I'm likewise thinking about the same thing, I wish I could lure Jeffery to a room close by and have him drill senselessly me on the bed," she told dreamily.

Queen Meridian groaned frustratingly —she's extremely wet down there and needed a huge erection like Jeffery's to thrust inside of her.

"I heard you both," King Maddox muttered with an angry face, and the queens flinched as they were surprised to have him eavesdropping on their conversation.

Hence, they both mouthed as they looked away, savoring their wines from their goblets as if nothing happened.

"Lilith, why don't we find ourselves a better place to cool off, huh?" Beta Kappa says as he turns to his mate.

Lilith knowingly smiled as she turned her face to stare at him, her brown orbs glistening as she spoke thus.

“Sure, I thought you wouldn't ask... I'm certain my niece won't mind about my sudden absence," she said as she glanced at Queen Isle and then gazed back at Beta Kappa.

“Let's go!” she beckons at him as she placed a kiss on his lips before leaving the ballroom.

Meanwhile, Queen Isle stood up from her throne as she took a few sluggish steps toward the golden altar. And then, she made a signal with her hand.

A strong long whip was brought to her, and she calmly took it from the guard while she stood behind Jeffery.

"Don't tell me she's gonna whip my uncle with that?" Noah asked rhetorically, glimpsing at the alter through Penelope's shoulder.

"Your not blind, Noah. You can see her viciously holding the whip behind his back with those devil's looks of hers,” she muttered angrily, and Noah cringes in fear of his uncle.

"Argh!!" Jeffery grunted, as his butt stiffened when he felt the excruciating feelings of the whips on his butt.

“I'm out of here!” King Maddox snarls as he left the ballroom immediately, and Queen Meridian, his wife silently watched her mate leave.

"Rider faster or I'm gonna whip you more, slave. And I promise you this time, it's gonna be more unbearable than ever before," Queen Isle warned, her eyes glaring at his large back.

However, Jeffery was reluctant, there's no way he'd ride faster when his wife is pregnant —this might cause severe harm to his unborn child.

Inwardly, Jeffrey decided that he'd rather let the pains of the whips consume him than let any glint of harm come to his child.

"You are evil, Isle!!” Queen Harper snickered with a sigh, as she tugged her lips aside in amusement.

"This is just the beginning of his torment, Queen Harper,” Queen Isle replied with a smirk, her hand lifting high as she quickly landed it down causing the whip to glide to Jeffery's butt.

"Argh!!" He sharply roared, as he unintentionally thrust forcefully into his wife's opening.

"No!!" Luna Henrietta screamed, her head hoisted from the alter as she let out a shrieking outcry; her anguish reforming into ten folds.

And this went on, on and on as Queen Isle continuously whipped his reddened butt —Jeffery would thunder as he unknowingly drilled deeper into the already sour opening of his wife with gritted teeth.

"Isle, please stop!! I beg of you!!" Luna Henrietta wept as she gritted her teeth, her hands abandoned the rim of the altars as she tightly gripped her mate instead.

"Shawn!!" Queen Isle called as she stopped the whip, and Shawn appeared right in front of her.

"Yes, my queen!" Shawn replied with a bow, and Queen Isle mindlessly threw the whip at him as he effortlessly caught it.

"Follow me!” she added and they both left the ballroom while the feast was still going on as everyone watched her leave.

Walking along the hallway, Queen Isle abruptly stopped on her track as she turned to face her guard.

"Why do I seem to breathe in this eerie air, did something occur while the feast was going on?" She anticipatingly asked as she impatiently waited for an answer.

"Yes, my queen," Shawn couldn't help but reply to her query as he intently avoided the queen's stare at him.

—it seems as if he was hiding something urgent from the queen.

Queen frowned on seeing the uneasiness on his face, she knew something was certainly wrong as she took a step forward toward her guard.

"Tell me, Shawn... What's wrong?" She demanded and Shawn gulped down emptiness.

"M-my queen, Old Basildon is here!" Shawn nervously disclosed to her and a mighty wind pursues his words as they violently blasted the queen's face which caused her hairs to disperse vigorously in different directions.

The hallway was filled with the chaos of the heavy winds, while Queen Isle was endlessly staggering backward with the struggles to make herself standstill.

Shawn sharply gaped at the winds which were disorienting the queen, he made a quick motion to assist her. But then, he halted before it was too late —the queen doesn't like being helped, she hates people seeing her as a weak soul.

Shortly, the winds flew away as the Queen managed to regain her stance... Her hands held the wall for support as her eyes glared at Shawn who cowered his eyes away from her.

"What?! That old clown is here?!" She growled in extreme disbelief, her face rewrote into a huge resentment as she managed to stand with a face of horror.

No wonder the winds had attacked her, it was Old Balisdon's doings.

"Y-yes, my queen," Shawn frantically nods. "He attacked the guards and attempted to interrupt your feast, it was a good thing that I was forewarned by one of the guards and I had left the ballroom to stop him," he explained.

Queen Isle scoffed, rolling her eyes away from Shawn as she walked away from the large wall with a huge disappointment on her face.

"The witch has betrayed me, I know she's the only one whom Old Basildon could confront about my existence," she said between grits while she steepled her fingers.

"I had thought he'd die in the war with the dragons, but least did I know that the old crook is alive. Where is he?" She questioned as she shifted her green eyes back to Shawn.

"He's at the dining hall, my queen, and..."

"Why is he in the dining hall, huh?!” Queen Isle growled and Shawn quickly took a spineless step back, as Lady Macbeth suddenly came into view with a bow at the queen.

"Please, my queen. I beseech you not to impose your anger on Shawn —I was the one who advised him to do so since the old dragon wouldn't want to keep cool as he had threatened to interrupt your feast, my queen," Lady Macbeth elucidates.

Queen Isle groaned as she positioned her hands on her waistline, she glances at Lady Macbeth before taking her eyes to the bright half-moon in the sky.

"Are my past haunting me again?" She nervously murmured to the dark clouds, but the souls who stood around heard her words.

Queen Isle sighed frustratingly. “I knew that old man won't just die easily, I think it's high time I send him back to the devil myself —I don't care if he posses the darkest power, I swear I will kill him this time!" Queen Isle vows as she began to march toward the dining hall.

"How could she be worried about old Basildon at this moment, huh? It's nearly midnight and she has to go to the temple before the worst occurs!" Lady Macbeth lamented as they hurriedly jogged after the queen.

"I can smell a fierce battle between the queen and the old dragon, I can foretell that this tremendous castle will get burnt tonight!” Shawn whispers in immense anticipation, as they intensely increased their paces to the dining hall.