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What was she doing? Faustina stared at the king with a bewildered expression in her face.
She kissed the king.
She did what?
"Your majesty..."
The king rose, eyes glinting from the light of the fireplace. Soon, his lips found hers, and that's when it sunk to her.
The minty taste from his mouth. It sent shivers down her spine—not because of the taste, but it was the feeling of a kiss. It wasn't her first time being kissed, but it was the first time she felt this way.
"Faustina…" The king uttered. He leaned into her neck, and planted a light kiss against her skin. "I'm sorry."
Faustina stared.
"I won't go any further," he exclaimed. "not until you allow me to."
Faustina stared at the king.
"I…" Faustina bit her lips. "I want this."
His hand gently held Faustina as he lifted her up as he headed towards the bed.
First was a kiss on her forehead, then the tip of her nose, until it was her lips. Faustina's red eyes stared at the king's blue ones. His hand c.a.r.e.s.sed Faustina's face as his thumb drew circles on the surface of her skin.
The king stared at Faustina as if he was tranced.
"I don't recall—" he started, "how it started,"
His gaze was now fixated on Faustina's lips.
"But…"
His words were drowned from the kiss he had given Faustina. His tongue slid inside her mouth, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her slowly and tentatively as if to test first. Faustina answered his kisses as she tried to follow his face. Her trembling hands reached to embrace him.
"How do I sustain your life, your majesty…?" Faustina asked.
"How, indeed," the king shook his head. "You are important to me, Faustina. You are not a tool."
"…But what does that have to do with sustaining your life?" Faustina's eyes then stared at the king's current state. In here, he wasn't anything but a wounded man. He was powerless.
The world is at a state of chaos.
And in its chaotic state—the king still was there. He was still him.
Noah.
"I cannot ask you to give yourself to me," he said as he averted his gaze. "I am not that selfish, Faustina."
She has never seen him this troubled.
Giving herself to him?
"Aren't I…" Faustina parted her lips. "Already yours?"
The king blinked in surprise as he turned towards her.
"What?"
"You do not know what you're saying…" His voice fell silent as Faustina slowly undress herself.
"Faustina—"
Before the king knew it, she was on top of him, his expression surprised, confused, and dim with a mixed feeling of d.e.s.i.r.e.
"Faustina…"
She smiled.
"I know what I'm saying, your majesty." Faustina said as she remained in her u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts.
The king clenched his jaw.
"You do not." The king sat down, and then suddenly he ravaged her with a kiss. "You do not, Faustina."
"Your maj—ah!" Faustina's eyes widened as the king pressed her down into his bulge.
"Do you understand now?" The king silently exclaimed as he heaved. "This… we can't do this. You don't understand that you have to bind your soul to me if you did sustain my life fully."
The king's sapphire – blue eyes then met Faustina's ruby-colored ones. She was staring at him with a dazed expression, which led him to conclude she was not thinking straight just yet.
And neither was he.
He moved his h.i.p.s as he grit his teeth. "We can't," he said, "giving your body to me means to bind your soul to me… and that is eternal, Faustina. You wouldn't be able to escape my grasp—this life, and the next."
Faustina bit her lips.
"I…" don't mind. Faustina held her words, knowing that she had to be honest.
To herself;
And to the king.
"I love you."
The king stopped.
"What?"
Faustina parted her lips to repeat her words again, but he was already kissing her, and soon their roles had changed.
He was now on top of her, unbuckling his belt. The insignia of the fire dragon flashed before Faustina's eyes, but she could not even afford a distraction when she felt his hands on the sides of her garments.
She did not complain.
She lied n.a.k.e.d below him, with the fireplace and the moonlight as their only light source. The king's chiseled body was wrapped in bandages, and he was filled with scars. However, it was not his body that made Faustina feel tranced.
It was his unwavering gaze.
His mouth found her soft folds, l.i.c.k.i.n.g on the outsides as if to tease.
"Aah…" Faustina bit her lips. She didn't want to make those embarrassing noises, and yet every time she tried to lower her voice, he sticks his tongue in the middle of her entrance as if to urge more noise out of her mouth.
"Y-your majesty…"
The king then parted away from her folds, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his lips that was soaked with her juices. Faustina felt something coming out of her. A sticky thread of wetness that scattered lightly across the bed.
"Noah," he said, "call me Noah."
His fingers gently c.a.r.e.s.sed her safe place before he inserted his middle finger into her entrance. It stuck to her as she clenched through it. The king grunted softly as he moved his hands slowly at first, building his pace.
He had to get her ready.
"Aah… ahngh…" curling her toes, Faustina felt something ooze out of her as the king drew his hand away from her folds. He licked his finger that was soaked with her wet juices.
He did not give her the time to think. The king held the back of Faustina's knees, and then without any hesitation, he shoved his member into her.
He sunk into her and she had no choice but to let the night drown her m.o.a.ns. She was tight, and it made him even harder to stop.
"It hurts…! Ah!" Faustina m.o.a.n.e.d breathlessly as he shoved his shaft back and forth. "Noah… ngh! Noah…!"
"Faustina…" His sweat glinted through the moonlight. That was the last thing Faustina saw before he sunk even deeper into her. "Faustina… ah…" He had buried his face into the side of her neck before he moved his h.i.p.s rapidly.
"Ngh…Aah… hngh!" The pain was slowly disappearing as Faustina began to feel a strange sensation inside of her.
He buried deeper until he had completely filled her insides.
"I love you…" He whispered as he kissed her forehead. He began to move even rougher until Faustina finally felt something release inside of her.
Along with it, was also something warm that came from him.
Slowly, he drew away.
"With this…" Faustina slowly closed her eyes from the exhaustion, not hearing the king's words.
"You are mine."
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What was she doing? Faustina stared at the king with a bewildered expression in her face.
She kissed the king.
She did what?
"Your majesty..."
The king rose, eyes glinting from the light of the fireplace. Soon, his lips found hers, and that's when it sunk to her.
The minty taste from his mouth. It sent shivers down her spine—not because of the taste, but it was the feeling of a kiss. It wasn't her first time being kissed, but it was the first time she felt this way.
"Faustina…" The king uttered. He leaned into her neck, and planted a light kiss against her skin. "I'm sorry."
Faustina stared.
"I won't go any further," he exclaimed. "not until you allow me to."
Faustina stared at the king.
"I…" Faustina bit her lips. "I want this."
His hand gently held Faustina as he lifted her up as he headed towards the bed.
First was a kiss on her forehead, then the tip of her nose, until it was her lips. Faustina's red eyes stared at the king's blue ones. His hand c.a.r.e.s.sed Faustina's face as his thumb drew circles on the surface of her skin.
The king stared at Faustina as if he was tranced.
"I don't recall—" he started, "how it started,"
His gaze was now fixated on Faustina's lips.
"But…"
His words were drowned from the kiss he had given Faustina. His tongue slid inside her mouth, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her slowly and tentatively as if to test first. Faustina answered his kisses as she tried to follow his face. Her trembling hands reached to embrace him.
"How do I sustain your life, your majesty…?" Faustina asked.
"How, indeed," the king shook his head. "You are important to me, Faustina. You are not a tool."
"…But what does that have to do with sustaining your life?" Faustina's eyes then stared at the king's current state. In here, he wasn't anything but a wounded man. He was powerless.
The world is at a state of chaos.
And in its chaotic state—the king still was there. He was still him.
Noah.
"I cannot ask you to give yourself to me," he said as he averted his gaze. "I am not that selfish, Faustina."
She has never seen him this troubled.
Giving herself to him?
"Aren't I…" Faustina parted her lips. "Already yours?"
The king blinked in surprise as he turned towards her.
"What?"
"You do not know what you're saying…" His voice fell silent as Faustina slowly undress herself.
"Faustina—"
Before the king knew it, she was on top of him, his expression surprised, confused, and dim with a mixed feeling of d.e.s.i.r.e.
"Faustina…"
She smiled.
"I know what I'm saying, your majesty." Faustina said as she remained in her u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts.
The king clenched his jaw.
"You do not." The king sat down, and then suddenly he ravaged her with a kiss. "You do not, Faustina."
"Your maj—ah!" Faustina's eyes widened as the king pressed her down into his bulge.
"Do you understand now?" The king silently exclaimed as he heaved. "This… we can't do this. You don't understand that you have to bind your soul to me if you did sustain my life fully."
The king's sapphire – blue eyes then met Faustina's ruby-colored ones. She was staring at him with a dazed expression, which led him to conclude she was not thinking straight just yet.
And neither was he.
He moved his h.i.p.s as he grit his teeth. "We can't," he said, "giving your body to me means to bind your soul to me… and that is eternal, Faustina. You wouldn't be able to escape my grasp—this life, and the next."
Faustina bit her lips.
"I…" don't mind. Faustina held her words, knowing that she had to be honest.
To herself;
And to the king.
"I love you."
The king stopped.
"What?"
Faustina parted her lips to repeat her words again, but he was already kissing her, and soon their roles had changed.
He was now on top of her, unbuckling his belt. The insignia of the fire dragon flashed before Faustina's eyes, but she could not even afford a distraction when she felt his hands on the sides of her garments.
She did not complain.
She lied n.a.k.e.d below him, with the fireplace and the moonlight as their only light source. The king's chiseled body was wrapped in bandages, and he was filled with scars. However, it was not his body that made Faustina feel tranced.
It was his unwavering gaze.
His mouth found her soft folds, l.i.c.k.i.n.g on the outsides as if to tease.
"Aah…" Faustina bit her lips. She didn't want to make those embarrassing noises, and yet every time she tried to lower her voice, he sticks his tongue in the middle of her entrance as if to urge more noise out of her mouth.
"Y-your majesty…"
The king then parted away from her folds, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his lips that was soaked with her juices. Faustina felt something coming out of her. A sticky thread of wetness that scattered lightly across the bed.
"Noah," he said, "call me Noah."
His fingers gently c.a.r.e.s.sed her safe place before he inserted his middle finger into her entrance. It stuck to her as she clenched through it. The king grunted softly as he moved his hands slowly at first, building his pace.
He had to get her ready.
"Aah… ahngh…" curling her toes, Faustina felt something ooze out of her as the king drew his hand away from her folds. He licked his finger that was soaked with her wet juices.
He did not give her the time to think. The king held the back of Faustina's knees, and then without any hesitation, he shoved his member into her.
He sunk into her and she had no choice but to let the night drown her m.o.a.ns. She was tight, and it made him even harder to stop.
"It hurts…! Ah!" Faustina m.o.a.n.e.d breathlessly as he shoved his shaft back and forth. "Noah… ngh! Noah…!"
"Faustina…" His sweat glinted through the moonlight. That was the last thing Faustina saw before he sunk even deeper into her. "Faustina… ah…" He had buried his face into the side of her neck before he moved his h.i.p.s rapidly.
"Ngh…Aah… hngh!" The pain was slowly disappearing as Faustina began to feel a strange sensation inside of her.
He buried deeper until he had completely filled her insides.
"I love you…" He whispered as he kissed her forehead. He began to move even rougher until Faustina finally felt something release inside of her.
Along with it, was also something warm that came from him.
Slowly, he drew away.
"With this…" Faustina slowly closed her eyes from the exhaustion, not hearing the king's words.
"You are mine."
What was she doing? Faustina stared at the king with a bewildered expression in her face. She kissed the king. She did what? "Your majesty..." The king rose, eyes glinting from the light of the fireplace. Soon, his lips found hers, and that's when it sunk to her. The minty taste from his mouth. It sent shivers down her spinenot because of the taste, but it was the feeling of a kiss. It wasn't her first time being kissed, but it was the first time she felt this way. "Faustina" The king uttered. He leaned into her neck, and planted a light kiss against her skin. "I'm sorry." Faustina stared. "I won't go any further," he exclaimed. "not until you allow me to." Faustina stared at the king. "I" Faustina bit her lips. "I want this." His hand gently held Faustina as he lifted her up as he headed towards the bed. First was a kiss on her forehead, then the tip of her nose, until it was her lips. Faustina's red eyes stared at the king's blue ones. His hand c.a.r.e.s.sed Faustina's face as his thumb drew circles on the surface of her skin. The king stared at Faustina as if he was tranced. "I don't recall" he started, "how it started," His gaze was now fixated on Faustina's lips. "But" His words were drowned from the kiss he had given Faustina. His tongue slid inside her mouth, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her slowly and tentatively as if to test first. Faustina answered his kisses as she tried to follow his face. Her trembling hands reached to embrace him. "How do I sustain your life, your majesty?" Faustina asked. "How, indeed," the king shook his head. "You are important to me, Faustina. You are not a tool." "But what does that have to do with sustaining your life?" Faustina's eyes then stared at the king's current state. In here, he wasn't anything but a wounded man. He was powerless. The world is at a state of chaos. And in its chaotic statethe king still was there. He was still him. Noah. "I cannot ask you to give yourself to me," he said as he averted his gaze. "I am not that selfish, Faustina." She has never seen him this troubled. Giving herself to him? "Aren't I" Faustina parted her lips. "Already yours?" The king blinked in surprise as he turned towards her. "What?" "You do not know what you're saying" His voice fell silent as Faustina slowly undress herself. "Faustina" Before the king knew it, she was on top of him, his expression surprised, confused, and dim with a mixed feeling of d.e.s.i.r.e. "Faustina" She smiled. "I know what I'm saying, your majesty." Faustina said as she remained in her u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts. The king clenched his jaw. "You do not." The king sat down, and then suddenly he ravaged her with a kiss. "You do not, Faustina." "Your majah!" Faustina's eyes widened as the king pressed her down into his bulge. "Do you understand now?" The king silently exclaimed as he heaved. "This we can't do this. You don't understand that you have to bind your soul to me if you did sustain my life fully." The king's sapphire blue eyes then met Faustina's ruby-colored ones. She was staring at him with a dazed expression, which led him to conclude she was not thinking straight just yet. And neither was he. He moved his h.i.p.s as he grit his teeth. "We can't," he said, "giving your body to me means to bind your soul to me and that is eternal, Faustina. You wouldn't be able to escape my graspthis life, and the next." Faustina bit her lips. "I" don't mind. Faustina held her words, knowing that she had to be honest. To herself; And to the king. "I love you." The king stopped. "What?" Faustina parted her lips to repeat her words again, but he was already kissing her, and soon their roles had changed. He was now on top of her, unbuckling his belt. The insignia of the fire dragon flashed before Faustina's eyes, but she could not even afford a distraction when she felt his hands on the sides of her garments. She did not complain. She lied n.a.k.e.d below him, with the fireplace and the moonlight as their only light source. The king's chiseled body was wrapped in bandages, and he was filled with scars. However, it was not his body that made Faustina feel tranced. It was his unwavering gaze. His mouth found her soft folds, l.i.c.k.i.n.g on the outsides as if to tease. "Aah" Faustina bit her lips. She didn't want to make those embarrassing noises, and yet every time she tried to lower her voice, he sticks his tongue in the middle of her entrance as if to urge more noise out of her mouth. "Y-your majesty" The king then parted away from her folds, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his lips that was soaked with her juices. Faustina felt something coming out of her. A sticky thread of wetness that scattered lightly across the bed. "Noah," he said, "call me Noah." His fingers gently c.a.r.e.s.sed her safe place before he inserted his middle finger into her entrance. It stuck to her as she clenched through it. The king grunted softly as he moved his hands slowly at first, building his pace. He had to get her ready. "Aah ahngh" curling her toes, Faustina felt something ooze out of her as the king drew his hand away from her folds. He licked his finger that was soaked with her wet juices. He did not give her the time to think. The king held the back of Faustina's knees, and then without any hesitation, he shoved his member into her. He sunk into her and she had no choice but to let the night drown her m.o.a.ns. She was tight, and it made him even harder to stop. "It hurts! Ah!" Faustina m.o.a.n.e.d breathlessly as he shoved his shaft back and forth. "Noah ngh! Noah!" "Faustina" His sweat glinted through the moonlight. That was the last thing Faustina saw before he sunk even deeper into her. "Faustina ah" He had buried his face into the side of her neck before he moved his h.i.p.s rapidly. "NghAah hngh!" The pain was slowly disappearing as Faustina began to feel a strange sensation inside of her. He buried deeper until he had completely filled her insides. "I love you" He whispered as he kissed her forehead. He began to move even rougher until Faustina finally felt something release inside of her. Along with it, was also something warm that came from him. Slowly, he drew away. "With this" Faustina slowly closed her eyes from the exhaustion, not hearing the king's words. "You are mine."
