It had been a long day since the declaration of a new kingdom. Max had quickly realized that taking a throne was far easier than ruling from it. The people’s unrest, the repeated rebel attempts despite his threats, and the flood of new faces he had to learn in such a short ti had left his temples throbbing.
The only thing that truly stirred his interest was the regional map Agnia had prepared for him. For the first ti since arriving in this world, he could finally study the lands surrounding him.
His fingers traced the cracked leather surface of the worn map. The Fire Dragon Kingdom occupied the far west, its borders drawn around a wide chain of volcanoes and scorched highlands. East of those burning lands, beyond mountain belts and broken passes, lay the hidden territories where the Ice Dragon Clan had once survived in secrecy.
To the south stretched the Wind Empire, while to its southwest, close enough to make a joint march possible, lay the thunder-wreathed lands of the Thunder Empire. Max’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the two capitals marked so near one another. A grin slowly spread across his face.
"Perfect... this gives more than enough ti. Sneaking past their armies will still be difficult, but not impossible."
The real problem was the land where he had first appeared. On the map, it was marked as a narrow strip in the southwest, just outside the true borders of the dragon clans, a strange corridor of unclaid ground that cut through the region like a scar and linked north to south. It was neither fully Fire nor Ice, more like a forgotten passage dividing the map through its middle.
Two other places caught his attention. Both were marked with the symbol of a skull. One lay north of the Thunder lands, the other to the west of them. They had been painted over in black, as if soone had tried not rely to warn others away, but to erase those regions from mory.
The rest of the map ended in nas without borders, like the edges of a world not yet fully known. To the east lay the Dwarven Region. To the north road the Barbaric Nomads. Far to the west stretched the Human Realm. And to the south, beyond the Wind Empire, spread the Elven Forest...
A soft knock ca at the door deep into the evening, drawing his eyes toward it. The old wood creaked open, and the first thing that t his gaze was a pair of delicate legs, pale as snow. When he lifted his eyes, Max found Rosalia standing there, her face carrying both a gentle smile and a trace of worry.
"Dear, are you still not asleep?" she asked as she walked toward him, her hips swaying softly with each step.
Max set the map aside, welcoming her into his strong embrace before pulling her down firmly onto his lap.
"I need to morize this map before we venture out..." he sighed, his intense gaze burning into hers. "Have you finished gathering the rest? Are they all okay?"
His fingers gently brushed her hair behind her ear, revealing the smooth, tempting curve of her jawline.
"It was nothing compared to what you have to deal with," she giggled softly, her full lips hovering just a breath away from his, so close he could taste the heat between them. "The clansn are safe too. With you holding control over Agnia, nobody even dared look at them the wrong way." Her voice dropped into a low, velvet sultriness.
"You know..." she continued, her tone thick with wicked desire as she pressed even closer. "The way you handled the situation today... was so commanding... so raw... so manly~"
She purred the words hotly against his lips, her scorching breath teasing his sensitive skin like a sinful promise. Soft, teasing fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw while her hips rolled slowly, deliberately against his lap, grinding with just enough pressure to make his blood boil.
"Hmm?" Max replied, his voice rough and dark with rising desire. "Maybe I should handle you the exact sa way tonight?"
His free hand slid down to claim her plump ass, fingers sinking greedily into the soft, yielding flesh and squeezing possessively. Heat flooded his body in a rush, her teasing making his heart thunder as the throbbing need to pin her down and claim her completely burned far hotter than any exhaustion.
Their lips crashed together in a heated, desperate kiss, filling the quiet room with wet, sinful sounds. Rosalia had completely abandoned any trace of shyness she once felt toward Max. Her tongue was the first to strike, boldly invading his mouth and challenging his own in a fierce, heated duel of dominance and pure desire.
Max felt his entire body tense under her passionate assault, her sweet, slick tongue acting like the most addictive drug, making him crave her more and more with every wicked stroke. After several intense minutes, Rosalia pulled away. She could barely catch her breath, and yet, her fingers were already sliding down his chest straight to his crotch as she slipped off his lap. She dropped gracefully to her knees on the cold floor, leaving him throbbing with expectation.
"Relax~" she purred, her voice dripping with filthy promise as her soft fingers traced the thick, straining outline of his rock-hard cock through his pants, stroking and massaging him with slow, teasing pressure. "You did so well today, my king... Let take care of you tonight. Let my body be your cure, your sweet little redy for all this exhaustion."
She tugged his pants down slowly and deliberately, her beautiful face hovering right above his thighs. Her eyes locked onto his, burning with the exact sa shaless hunger that consud him.
She bit her lower lip hard as his thick cock sprang free from his pants, standing tall and proud.
Max heard the soft swallow that escaped her throat. She was staring at it like it was the most delicious al she’d ever seen, her eyes sparkling with shaless lust as they stayed locked on his throbbing length.
Max’s fingers slid into her hair, wrapping around the silky strands in a firm, possessive grip as he tugged her closer, guiding her pretty face toward his aching cock. The rough little pull drew a soft, needy moan from Rosalia, her eyes flashing up to et his in a wicked, sinful challenge.
Her crimson tongue, glistening with saliva, dragged slowly up the entire length of his shaft from base to tip, teasing every vein with deliberate, torturous strokes before swirling hot and wet around the swollen head, wrapping around it like she was claiming her prize...
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