The Palace Beast

Gerald's Quarters Gerald walked in silence back to his quarters. His wife, Rose was walking beside him. She was one of the respected women in Maxis due to her husband's reputation. She has magma-red hair. She wore a sky blue flowing gown. Her dainty nose has attracted much attention any time she passes by.

When they got into the house, Gerald gently locks the door behind him and then hugged her, holding her tightly against him, and embrace still on the right side of propriety, one that could still be considered friendly as one who has missed someone for quite a long time. When they broke apart, her face was flushed, her eyes shining.

"I hope it won't be another one week before we see each other again."

Gerald for the past week has been after the king's business. He was the one leading the king's army and should always be by the king's side to make decisions concerning the safety of Maxis.

Gerald reached for Rose, placing a warm hand on the back of her neck and raising his mouth to meet hers, refusing to respond. Her entire body was sending an unmistakable message as they kissed, her hips pushed against his, her breasts against his chest, and then more intensely, his tongue in her lips.

"Want to come up?" he asked. Without a word, she climbed the bed smiling at him, saying, "Yes."

Gerald scurried up to the bed and gave her another kiss. It felt like time had unwound, transporting them back to their early years as her tongue fluttered across his and his hands were buried in her silky locks. Thinking that he would never be able to bring her close enough, he pulled her against him, promising to fold her inside him like a mother putting her infant into her winter coat. Forever and ever, he would protect her, keep her warm, and be at her side.

She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips, sighing, whispering, "You feel so good." Once, she pushed him back, propped herself onto her elbows, and asked, "How long has it been?"

Gerald was aware of her question, and it had nothing to do with how long he had been away from her. He reminisced about his brief, if you could call it that, romance-ten minutes of indiscreet bumbling during her visit to the palace. "It's been a little while," said.

Now that he was holding Rose in his arms once more, he noticed her exquisite features, including her smooth skin, gorgeous magma-red hair, and exquisite tiny nose. He sensed her drop off the bed. She slipped his briefs over his hips, rubbed her palm over the length of his penis, and undid his sword belt before taking him in her mouth. With closed eyes, he sighed, contemplating the unbelievable pleasure he was experiencing. Suddenly, Rose let out a throaty groan, rolled her mouth from bottom to top, and muttered, "Look at me."

She opened her mouth, hollowed out her cheeks, and slid all the way down, and he noticed that her eyes were open and fixed on his. He pondered whether any other guards had requested their wife or whore to do that, saying, "I want you to look at me when you do it," as though she had seen it someplace. Rose felt him relax, and her countenance changed from ardor to perplexity. "What?" she asked.

He pulled her up so they could once more see each other. "Shhh," he murmured. Placing his hands between her knees, he followed her instructions on how to position his fingers and thumb. However, that wasn't correct. He hadn't learned from her. Together, they had worked out how to get her to come. She'd always been ticklish, so he nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe. Whispering, "Oww," she said. "Ouch! She murmured, "Oww, oh, oh," as he ran his fingers over the slippery seam. She then lost herself in her own pleasure, forgot to pose, and stopped attempting to appear beautiful. Gerald felt her stiff and trembling muscles in her thighs, tummy, and bottom as she gripped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, and three times before she froze. Gerald watched her squeeze her eyes shut.

He had turned her onto her back and slipped inside her before she had time to recover. Following the initial blow, he was forced to remain still, understanding that continued movement would cause him to burst due to the intense pressure and warmth. At minimum, he desired for her to accompany him again, and he did not want her to make fun of him, as she occasionally did when they hadn't seen each other for a long time and he left before she could begin. She'd say, "It's not a horse race." "You're not trying to beat your personal record here." He had always looked after her, or on occasion, when he was tired, he would just curl up with her and hug her close as her fingers worked at her clitoris. Together, they had taken care of her.

But he was hoping for a successful evening. He desired perfection in everything.

Gently stroking her cheek and then her hair, he reached lower. Whispering, "Oh yea," she swung her hips in a way he knew would push him over the brink. "Oh, no. Are you required to wait?" she muttered.

Satisfied that she was envious and certain he could tell her anything she desired to hear, he planted a kiss on her lips and, at last, slid back into her. With a gasp, she closed her eyes and neither of them said anything more. With one hand on his shoulder and the other gently massaging his back from the nape to the base of his spine, she showed him how much she cared.

She muttered, "You feel so good," and Gerald was unable to contain himself any longer. He dove into her, fully immersing himself in that excruciating embrace and heat. With a moan, her hands were clasped over his shoulders, her breath pressing against his face and her voice encouraging him to keep going.

He exclaimed, "Oh, my love," as she pressed her lips to his ear and repeatedly whispered his name, as if it were a chant, hymn, or prayer.

King Afa's Palace "Your highness," said one of the imperial guards as he makes his way to the king's throne hall. With his spear and shield in place, he bowed before the king, "There's being an attack," he said. "Where?" the king enquired staring at the imperial guard with a surprise shocking look.

"At Sax village my king," he replied.

Gerald's Quarters But as soon as they were finished, Rose curled up into his arms and murmured, "I missed you!" in the warm, contentedly startled voice of a woman. Clutching her fists, she gave him a gentle chest blow as if their separation was his fault.

Gerald answered, "Me too, I missed you." He was certain that his face would hurt in the morning from smiling for so long. "I feel like..."

"What?" she asked. "How do you feel?" He remembered how she'd always been interrogating him, quizzing him about his emotions, pushing him to give her more than just a 'fine' or 'happy' or 'tired.' "Like nothing's changed," he said. "Like I went out to get carrots or something, and now I'm home."

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"Now you're home," she said with a fancy smile.

Suddenly a loud knock was on the door, "Are you expecting anyone?" Rose whispered as she glances at Gerald.

"Not at all." He said getting up to his feet. "Let me go see who is at the door." He added kissing Rose on her forehead.

On opening the door, he saw two guards. One was still on his horse while the other was the one standing next to the door. "What's the matter?" he asked glancing at them both. "Forgive me my Lord, but the king needs your presence at the palace. They have been an attack in Sax village," said the guard.

"What type of attack?" he inquired.

"The king will be in the best position to explain my Lord," the guard replied. "Very well then, let me strap on my sword," Gerald replied walking back in. "Don't tell me you are leaving again?" Rose asked with a frowned face. "It's for our own good my love. If Maxis is not safe, we can't either."

"Can't someone else take on the task?" she said standing up from the bed.

"It's me the king has trusted with this task and I will not let him down my love." "I will be back to you well and sound." He added kissing her by her forehead.

Kingdom of Wex King Charles woke up suddenly, his instincts telling him that something was not right. As he looked towards the edge of his bed, he saw a figure standing there. Reacting quickly, he jumped up and grabbed his sword, which he always kept within arm's reach on the left-hand side of his bed.

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"Relax, it's just me," Kay said.

"What are you doing here? I almost killed you. I thought you left?" he asked gazing at Kay.

"That's right, I left but I am back now. There is no future for me in Maxis. Do you mind if I join you on the bed?"

"If you will make me feel good, yes," he replied putting up a smile.

"I am about to make you feel special," Kay whispered into his ear as she pushes him down on the bed.

And just like the last time, she removed his penis and placed it in her mouth. She didn't remove her own clothes, which was the one thing that was different from before. She undressed and, following her pattern, sat on the side of the bed in the exact spot that he preferred. After a little while, she was completely drenched and missing him. That was her experience with the King of Maxis. To elicit that kind of response from her and erase the events between King Afa and Queen Eva in the Kingdom of Maxis, it was sufficient to simply wait there, quivering and poised on her hands and knees, anticipating what was to come.

She had not even heard King Charles move when suddenly she felt his hands caressing her soft skin. "Turn around," he said suddenly in a gruff whisper.

She paused for a moment, stunned.

She really wants to forget about King Afa, but the only thing she could picture was how they normally do it. She couldn't resist the fact that it wasn't king Afa she was dealing with but an enemy of the man she have loved for years. She wanted to stop, but she had no option. She really wanted to get King Afa off her mind and forget everything about him.

She wanted to end this with King Charles but at the same time, she wanted to make King Afa pay for hurting her. It was really a hard decision to make right now. The sweet memories she has shared with king Afa and the lovely sex they have had were all she could see.

"No, I can't do this anymore." She said moving away from King Gilbertcus.

"You have already woke up a sleeping beast. Is either you finish what you have started or I bury this sword into your chest!" King Charlesroared picking up his sword.