“Let her enter,” and the guard bowed and went away.
Once again, the door was opened, and Ella entered this time.
Spenser saw her from the margins of his book and noted her anxiety. She was fidgeting with her hands while wearing her clothing.
She bows, saying, “G.. Greetings, My King.” She stutters in front of this guy often.
“Why did it take you so long? ”
“I’m…. I apologize, My King. “She told a falsehood, “I simply…. had to freshen up. “Naturally, it wasn’t the cause of her delay.
For a few seconds, Spenser remained silent.
He abruptly remarked, “You should know what to do, Ella,” which gave Ella those icy goosebumps.
She jerked, tugged at the hem of her dress, and strode up to the bed that was in front of the King. She undressed there, climbed into bed, and then sank on the ground. She had to start again.
She remained in that position for a while, her buttocks towards the ceiling and her pointy breasts pushing firmly on the sheet while the chilly wind cooled her.
Spenser put down the book he was reading and got to his feet. As he turned to approach her, he stopped to examine the skin and the upwardly pointed buttocks.
He had to admit that she was in good form.
But maybe when he’s relaxed with her, just as he was with Olivia, he’ll be able to act on all the sinister ideas he’s been harboring.
Ella could see as he began to undress. She was waiting for him with her eyes tightly closed and her face faced in the other way.
She felt him climbing up the bed behind her, so she knew he was finished changing.
Her heart jumped a much as she heard the words “Turn around, Ella.”
She took a long, deep breath before gently turning around and looking into the King’s eyes.
She was tempted to peek down to see how large he was below, but she didn’t have the courage to do so just yet.
The King was looking at her, and she attempted to look away. Spenser’s gaze landed on her showing breasts. They were large but not too so. The nipples were so lovely-pink, firm, and rounded. Urgh!
There was a part of him that wanted to grip those breasts, encircle those nipples with his lips, and take a big suckling from it.
He could see how delicious they would taste in his lips, with a hard-soft flavor that would generate some light milk.
However, he once again restrained himself.
He grabbed both of her legs and stretched his legs apart so he could clearly see the chubby flesh in front of him. His erection became stronger and harder. Not wanting to spend any more time, he positioned himself in the gap and engaged her fully.
She was still too new and tight, and King Spenser was still trying to restrain himself and keep that in mind. She would be harmed if he let his hunger consume him.
But he was aware that he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for very long, and eventually he would have to let all of his hunger out on her.
When the King was through with Ella, all she wanted to do was go back to her chamber, take a bath, and eat something. Ella was so worn out and fatigued. She was starving.
Before turning around and exiting the bed and grabbing her clothing from the floor, she waited for the King to get dressed. She saw him sitting in front of his table, removing his food from his plates, rather than going to the restroom. Oh, he was certainly hungry. But how is it possible that after having sex with her, the King becomes hungry?
She headed in his direction after dressing.
“I’ll…. My King, I’ll depart at this time. “She nodded in thanks before turning to go out the door.
He intervened, “Hold on, Ella,”
“Come have a seat. I want you to join me for breakfast. “Added he.
She remained silent as she waited for the King to likely speak again and make the appropriate statement since she didn’t want to think that she had understood him properly.
She responded by confirming that it wasn’t a dream or that he wasn’t kidding when he inquired again. Her heart was thumping so loudly as she took a deep breath and turned to face him.
Why would the King invite her to join him for breakfast?
She approached the table uncomfortably and carefully, settling into the seat opposite the King. Eyes fixed on the table, she strutted, ” Thank you, My King.”
She played with her leg nails and was so relieved that the King couldn’t see her since they were beneath the table.
She had been eating breakfast with him in the family diner, but she hadn’t anticipated having breakfast with him by himself in his room.
When Spenser had done uncovering the dishes, he moved one of the plates across to her and sat down with a plate of nettle stew.
Ella had zero interest in ham. Since it was the first gift the King had given her, she was afraid to reject it. She didn’t want to aggravate him. She again expressed her thanks, “Thank you, My King,” before bringing the dish closer and taking a spoonful from it.
Ouch! She has never enjoyed the flavor. She wished that was what she had instead as she watched the King spoon in some of his own stew.
Silence fell on both for a few minutes.
“Why do you believe, Ella, that you were not born with a wolf?” Spenser questioned abruptly, leaning his head toward his plate as he added another spoon. After that, he stood up and drank some water.