As the king looked on enraptured, he saw his wife lean closer towards the knight, her lips near his ear, whispering sothing to the other party. Like sharing a secret only the two of them knew while continuously getting penetrated.
It tugged at his heart. He wanted to know what they were talking about. What was the secret? Everything.
His mind going into overdrive, the king started lip reading.
"Ahnn... Aaang~... you are so deep inside ," she moaned. "So thick. I can feel every inch. Ungh♥... fill again. Pump your seed into and mark my body."
He could be mistaken. However, that’s what it seed like to him.
"Ahhn~.... Yes, just like that..." The movents of the pair beca faster and more frantic. A few seconds later, climax arrived.
His wife opened her mouth to moan and succumbed on top of the body of the man beneath her. Solaris III watched, his soul tearing in two, as the knight’s hips trembled and pressed up forcefully into the core between the thighs of the woman, his entire length disappearing in.
He was painfully aware of what was going on. The knight was releasing his sen inside her, pouring it into her womb again and again, defiling his queen, his wife, right next to him.
As he looked at her, still wrapped around another man’s cock, a foreign emotion surged from deep within him. The musky, thick scent of their sex filled the king’s nostrils, eliciting a shaful throb from his own traitorous body.
The king could only stare, his body screaming. His own erection was a painful torture. He was heartbroken. He wanted this nightmare to end. He denied everything that he saw, refusing to believe any part of it.
But there was a darker, hidden part of him that was excited and wanted to see more...
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The silence in the chamber was palpable, thick and heavy, a prial musk. The only sound inside was the ragged, synchronized breathing of the two lovers and the soft, steady rhythm of the king in slumber.
The knight lay on the bed with the Queen nestled atop him, their skin glistening with sweat and spent passion. From the outside, it seed like nothing was wrong; the king was in a deep sleep, unaware of anything happening around next to him.
However, in truth, things were anything but that. In his dream prison, King Solaris lay down on his bed, asleep yet sohow awake as he watched the pair, still reeling from the sensations of their last joining.
The slickness of their bodies that were still connected and the white nectar staining the bedsheet, it was like a punch in his guts, sothing that he should be ashad and infuriated about.
However, who knew when, but after seeing the two do it again and again, his fury had turned into a fire of arousal, persistent and throbbing. He watched, unable to blink, as his wife stirred again.
She pushed herself up, her seductive body pressed against the knight, her voluptuous breasts squished on top of the latter’s chest, making wonderful shapes. Then, with a teasing smile, she leaned down and whispered sothing into the knight’s ear that he could not hear.
Before the king could wonder what they were talking about, the knight moved. He shifted his wife to the wall beside the bed, just inches away from his face.
From this close, the king could see every action and movent without missing a single thing. The pounding of his heart, the scent of their sex, the stiffness of his thing, and the feeling of thrill, it was overpowering.
He could see the perfect rear of his wife that was now marked with the scent of another man, quivering with an intensity that made his throat dry. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with the man.
"I hope you are not tired, my knight? Our battle is only but starting". He lip read.
At those words, the knight seed to smile. Of course, the latter’s face was still obscured; nonetheless, it was still more defined than before. As if a haze that had been hiding his face all along was slowly starting to fade away.
The king had a pristine, intimate view as the knight slowly inserted himself into her. He saw the slow, slick stretch of the folds, the tip slowly guiding itself in and disappearing inside her entrance with an ecstatic grind of flesh down to his very girth.
The way his wife twitched and responded, it was sothing he had never seen before. It was beautiful, exciting, and utterly irresistible. Each movent, each scene, laid his heart out, surfacing the emotions he never thought he had.
The visual was utterly obscene and srising. The way her delicate entrance grinded and gripped the knight’s cock. The way the latter’s muscles flexed with each powerful plunge. The slick, creamy nectar that overflowed out from their connected nether region with each churn.
His wife’s movent, the ecstatic look on her face, the begging on her lips, and the urgency with which her hips fell down. Everything was clearly engraved in the king’s eyes. Even if he wanted to, he would never be able to forget this scene.
"Yes... just like that...Right there... don’t you stop..." Seeing her gasp and beg for another man’s cock, it lit a dark fire within him that caused his own erection to throb painfully.
She reached back, one hand grasping the knight’s thigh, her nails digging into his skin. The other hand... it reached out and grabbed the bedrail. She was anchoring herself just inches away from the king’s head, using it as a stabilizer while she was taken by another man.
The beauty of the scene was so devastating that it shattered sothing inside him. The fury inside him disappeared completely until there was not even a trace of it, replaced by an emotion that was dark and intoxicating, stirring his arousal until he could no longer differentiate dream from reality.
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