She was well aware of his monstrous nature and knew she shouldn’t be keeping company with him, but he had saved her life and she felt compelled to express her appreciation. Given that her horse had been taken, he allowed her to ride his horse home while he walked, an act of compassion beyond any Sucy had ever encountered. She thanked him and said she would repay the kindness if necessary.
A few days ago, he decided to take advantage of that courtesy by sending a masked letter to her in which he formally requested her assistance. Although she knew she was violating the law by helping him out, Sucy ultimately determined it was worth it to do so since she owed him a favor.
When she finished reading the letter, she sighed heavily and pulled out a blank scroll, sitting down to write her own response.
When she saw him put down his book, she nervously played with the tips of her nails. He shouted out, “Ella,” and his voice resounded with malice. There was a clatter as he set down the book and reached for another.
. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she mumbled. After that, she realized she had missed her chance to welcome him. Following an awkward pause, she said, “Why are you powerless?” With a fresh book in hand, he inquired. Ella was struck deeply by the question. What? Actually, she had not been anticipating that kind of inquiry. She looked down at the floor as if she needed some time to gather her thoughts and come up with the appropriate response. I was…. born this way, My King,” she said, her voice breaking with grief and humiliation.
She wouldn’t pretend to be shocked that the king could see she was helpless; that’s simply how it has always been. How depressing. Did you always act this way? Spenser echoed, clearly taken aback. That would be his first encounter with a helpless mountain lion. “Yes… Your Majesty. I don’t know why,” she said. As he straightened up and opened the fresh volume in his hands, King Spenser gave a tiny nod of approval.
Instantaneously he became silent and began reading.
Finally, he told Ella, “You may go.” She was relieved. So… Did he really just want to know that?
She bowed, said “Thank you, My King,” and then walked out the door.
When King Spenser abruptly added, “Don’t forget you have two more nights,” she felt her heart skip a beat.
Oh, no….
She paused at the entrance and gave him a quick look. She just turned around and departed, without a word.
The night was rapidly approaching.
With the tiny tray in her hand, Queen Olivia headed towards the King’s apartments. On the tray was a cup of tea for the King.
Her long gown trailed on the ground behind her, and the jewels she wore around her hair were meant for a crown, even though none existed at the time. Luna were the only ones allowed to wear crowns. The guards bowed to her as she entered the King’s chambers.
“Is the King in?” She spoke firmly and with authority, “I want to see him.
A guard responded, “I’ll let him know,” and then he proceeded inside the building. By saying, “You may go in, My Queen,” he made room for Olivia to enter in all her regal splendor. In front of his table, King Spenser was busy writing on scrolls. Oh! That’s all he ever does in his own quarters; either reads or writes. The poor mighty King.
She smiled warmly and said, “Greetings, My King.” Olivia,” Spenser huffed. To ask, “How are you?”
“I’m doing well, Your Majesty” To his right, she placed the teapot.
Prepared your tea and…”
Sorry, Olivia, but I’m not interested. No good can come from taking that. Spenser interjected, careless that his actions could harm her.
The King, Have Faith Olivia reached out to touch his shoulder and spoke to him. Have confidence that it will succeed.
Spenser let out a sigh and shurped. “Fine”. He mumbled something under his breath and kept on typing. Afterward, Olivia turned around to stand behind him and begin massaging his shoulders. She crooned, “My King.”
“I’m sorry that I got into that dispute with you the other day. It wasn’t on purpose, Your Majesty; you must realize that being a woman makes me susceptible to mood swings. Know that no matter what you do or decide, you can count on my full and undying support.
I don’t object to you in any way, Olivia. Spenser responded vehemently, “If I did, you wouldn’t be standing behind me,” causing Olivia to squirm slightly.
With a bright grin on her face, she walked around and faced him.
“Maybe…. I can make you happy in some way… To Whom Do I Bow, My King? Because of the allure of her eyes and grin, she got down on her knees. The scroll stopped moving under Spenser’s inactive hands.
Olivia was proud of herself since she finally had his attention. As she unhooked his belt and lowered the cloth, her grin widened and his enormous meat sprang out. I was surprised at how fast it had gotten difficult.
As her fingers closed around it, she yanked the full-size knife out of its scabbard, and Spenser felt a surge of ecstasy.
Olivia lightly touched the tough skin before bringing her lips to it and swallowing it whole. This caused her little cheeks to bulge.
She hummed an intense “Mmmm,” drawing out to the very end.
She bit on one of his balls and said, “I enjoy how you taste, My King.
Spenser snorted with glee as he pushed her down and sank into her, grabbing her hair and urging her to take him whole.
“Oh! Your Majesty. Oh, King! Her chest tightened as her breath caught. She was in a state of utter bliss, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands wrapped over his shoulders, and her head thrown back on the pilloe as she shouted and groaned.