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Kingdom and glory - Royal campaign 2-5
🕑 Added 2021-08-24 00:18:02 +0000 UTCBirds start chirping, the sky absorbs the sunlight and fades into the shades of blue and purple before dawn. King Mithrid walks in the royal garden, covered by his men who sleep together next to each others. The castle is safe now, but empty, and even if the clerics washed the blood from most of the walls you can still feel that something bad happened in that place. You walk at the upper levels of the palace and look around, saddened by how a beautiful place built by the demigod king fell into the roxans hands.
You reach the princess' chambers and take a look around as you silently move in, eating an apple. A cleric left to guard the place leaves as you walk in, until you see princess Gemet's maiden sleeping in her bed, and you decide to take some time to admire her pale, soft, smooth body while she sleeps. When she wakes up she notices you staring at her, silently. You walk in the room confidently and touching the furniture all around. "I've seen you..." she whispers, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry?", "Last night... I've seen you... and the men of galath... with the bull" she says with a low, scared voice. "The god of war, Iskyròs" you nod. She looks shocked, for a moment, then simply looks down and covers her breasts with the white bed sheets, mumbling "That couldn't be a god...". "When the demigod king conquered the east, our gods possessed all his lands. After he died, his generals, aristocrats and the like divided his kingdom and shattered his dream of a united world" you narrate, while staring at her curves under the thin sheets. "While... in other lands like this, barbarians came back and claimed what he built after he cast them out. More than 50 years ago..." you sit on the bed next to her, caressing the blankets with your fingers, slowly approaching her smooth leg.
Her skin is soft, smooth, nothing like yours "...the roxans might have killed all the men and their children when they arrived, but the women still remained, hiding their faith in our gods. So, yes... they still have powers here". You whisper as your big, warm hand gently grabs her thigh to spread her legs, "You know who I am, right?". She quickly lets the white linen fall and exposes her breasts as her hands grabs all she can to cover her untouched and vulnerable entrance. "I'm Mithrid, king of Galath, son of the archon Mithridates and oppressor of barbarians..." you just move her hands away, firmly, but not enough to scare her. "I slayed hundreds of enemies with my own hands, I slept with water nymphs, killed gorgons, possessed dozens of men, conquered kingdoms and killed tyrants, I descend from the gods themselves, I exterminated the roxans and made love to countless women...". She probably realized who you were the moment she saw you, but hearing it from you let her know that there's no choice, so she let you touch her body while blushing and sweating uncontrollably. "...and I'm here to bring the demigod king's lands into our hands"
She gasps as your thumb slides in her soft sheath "...but i won't go any further if now you'll ask me to leave". She looks at you, surprised, but your warm, big hand keeps rubbing against her, making her blush even more. "I'm not going to hurt you", you whisper, so she stutters, "You promise?", "I promise."
