“Um…. Honestly, King, it’s not much. Just that… I’ve been curious. I was just wondering whether you wanted to be intimate right now, given that you indicated you got hungry after being personal with me. ”
She looked down at the floor the whole while she stammered. Spenser the King was amused. He stared at her in silence for a time.
“You’re sick, Ella, and you need to relax,” he said.
” No, no: My King, I can do it. Unless, of course, disinterest is your primary motivation. ”
“I’m only hoping to be of service, Your Majesty,” she responded timidly. Senses of masculinity were on the rise for Spenser.
That desire was palpable to him. He considered her placement carefully and concluded that, should he want to intervene, he would have to do it from the side.
Considering how much she wanted to be of assistance, he should probably simply let her do it. He approached the entrance and flung it open. He yelled out to one of the guards, who had been keeping watch. “Shut the door tight!”
The guard said, “As you desire, My King.” Spenser then stepped in, shut the door, and went to join Ella on the bed.
He looked like a king even in his everyday garb.
Since she was not allowed to move, he moved over to the other side of the bed and lay down next to her, without putting on her clothing.
King Spenser had no intention of removing them from her either, as he only raised it to her waist gradually.
She had her underwear taken off as well, exposing her privates, and King Spenser, who was now in full rod mode, slipped the rod in from the side.
Ella moaned in annoyance, “Mmm.”
She hadn’t anticipated the sensation of the King’s hand on her breast and the other on her thigh; the penetration was different, and the wetness was lighter, than she had anticipated.
The King’s fingers crept towards her neck and softly pulled her nearer him as she extended her neck. He withdrew to the tip, then plunged back in, this time softly slamming against her vàgina’s lining. Ella didn’t have to wonder how he was able to stand it; she already knew his manhood was sufficiently long and large. The extent to which it might extend is unlimited.
The King was making a concerted effort to be as gentle as possible throughout the thrusts, but Ella was able to see that he was being forceful. She appreciated the gentleness he was making an effort to exhibit.
He made slow in and out thrusts at her, his hands working their way up her neck and thighs. As he went in and out of Ella, he felt the cravings he’d felt earlier subside.
He had to push himself to the breaking point, but now he could stop short of severely harming her. When he finished, he withdrew from inside of her.
At last free, Ella let out a light gasp of joy.
She couldn’t help but wonder if the King had always been so enormous.
A rare and fantastic occurrence, if that’s what he was, then ugh!
Perhaps she was under the impression that it was unusual since she had never seen it on any other man but the King. Before getting out of bed and grabbing his own clothing from the side of the bed he had kept to reside in, King Spenser pulled down her dress to cover her thighs.
He looked at Ella, who he saw was now completely spent, and turned to get back into his underwear.
His nod said, “You’ve done well, Ella,” and it sent a flutter through Ella’s chest.
Spenser whirled around and began walking back to the entrance; however, as he neared the exit, he slammed his hands on the wall with a painful groan.
“My King…! “Ella’s eyes widened in surprise, and she came close to standing up. Where does he go wrong??? Spenser placed his palm on his forehead as he sought to absorb the pain: “My King…”
“I’m alright! “His tone was grumpy and his tone suggested anger. Ella didn’t understand what was going on. The hell was going on with him. The headache, the rage, it all took a few seconds for him to control.
In less than a week, the full moon will rise, and it was already having its way with him. At last, he opened the door and went out, without even looking at Ella.
Sucy
When Viscar dismounted his horse, he saw Sucy waiting patiently on the riverbank.
She was wearing her signature red dress and her trademark hooded sweatshirt, and she looked as fresh-faced and lovely as ever. It’s likely she saw Viscar’s arrival, but she didn’t glance up from the water to greet him.
He stepped up to her and cooed, “Hey,” catching Sucy’s attention. Her eyes shone, and she shouted out, “Viscar,” as she removed her hood.
“The wait was worth it, but you made me wait. ”
“Yeah, I apologize for that. The descent down the mountain was rough,” Viscar admitted. One by one, they approached until they were standing just a few feet apart.
Viscar saw the necklace she was wearing. It was the necklace he had sent to her, and his heart leapt with joy as he glanced at it. It’s fortunate that you received my letter,” Sucy said.
“Yes. You requested a meeting with me, so let’s set one up. What exactly is the issue? It’s your King,” he said.
“my Queen has never and would never condone anything like that. As a result, she was completely unaware that she had been poisoned. Therefore, you should consult with your monarch before he makes any major decisions. “Viscar’ sighed and was quiet for a few seconds after hearing what Sucy stated.
He said, “The King doesn’t have any intentions to launch an assault, but I’m not so sure he’d be this patient if another attack comes from your people.”
To which Viscar calmly interjected, “Whether or not your Queen knows about it, the poison came from one of the witches, and I truly hope it doesn’t get to repeat itself since I wouldn’t know how else to stop the King.”
“I just told you; we don’t know anything about this….”
” I talked him out of attacking the first time, but if it happens again….”
“I understand,” Sucy chimed in, and quiet followed. Then Viscar’s eyes moved to her neck.
“You didn’t let me know whether you received the necklace or not,” he said gently, and Sucy looked down at it and felt it.
She really expressed her regret that she was unable to communicate with you by letter.
“But I really valued it,” she said. She raised her eyes to his.