If it is him, he does seem like a worthy match for his wife, the Queen, who encompasses half of the beauty of this world.
Weirdly enough, the realisation did not evoke any rage inside the King. Instead, it helped him reach a profound clarity. His cuckold fetish. A sexual obsession that he never thought he had, fully ford and surfaced at this mont.
In the distance, the Hero and his Queen continued their debauchery. The forr began thrusting gently, inserting his entire length into her hungry mouth.
The sight of the knight’s cock sliding between his wife’s lips, again and again, sent a fresh wave of heat through the King. He was painfully hard and aware of his own deviant desire.
The scene of them pleasuring each other with their tongues in the most obscene and challenging position, with the night view of the capital as backdrop, was a beautiful sight that was impossible to forget.
Not long after, the movents of the two people lost in lust beca bigger as both their climaxes built. Suddenly, his wife’s body got stiff, her legs clamping around Reinhardt’s head as a torrent of release crashed over her.
At the sa ti, it seed like her fellatio undid the hero. Reinhardt’s body suddenly went rigid, his back arching off the stone balustrade as he poured himself into her mouth.
The forr swallowed everything, her throat working around him, gulping down every last drop. They stayed like that for a long mont, suspended in the aftermath of their ecstasy.
Watching them fill his dream with their mories, Solaris the third admitted. It couldn’t be any other man; he wanted to see Reinhardt take his wife. It was because it was him, fucking his wife, that he felt so aroused.
Maybe in so corner of his mind, he wanted this kind of developnt to really take place in real life. He needed this to happen.
The king was unaware that he fell victim to the Queen’s, no, to Minerva’s corruption magic. Nevertheless, it was too late. Once the seed of corruption was sown, there was no turning back from there.
His erection straining against his breeches was the undeniable truth. Maybe he was tired or maybe the dream had achieved what it wanted, but the world before the king dissolved, and the latter went to sound sleep.
.
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At the sa ti, in the real world, Minerva flashed a wicked smile. The dream she showed the king was a small payback from her side.
With this, along with the seed she planted inside him, he would beco as impotent as a man suffering from erectile dysfunction if he ever dared of laying his hands on her body again.
Having taken care of the King, Minerva focused her attention on the man before her. She lay pressed against his chest, skin glowing faintly, her breathing soft but undeniably satisfied.
"Well, now... that was unexpected. To think a human could go so many rounds... and still have stamina left. How cruel of you, My Knight." A slow, sultry laugh escaped her lips, her finger drawing circles around his abdon.
Reinhardt said nothing; he was half calm and half entertained. The woman was complinting his thing; there was no man who wouldn’t feel elated after that.
"With a weapon like that, you could make any woman submit." Minerva stretched like a lazy sensual cat before stepping back. The playful glint dimd from her eyes, replaced by sothing calm... resolved.
"Alright, I admit my defeat. As part of the deal, I plan to uphold my promise. I’ll return to sleep and seal away the part of the fragnt that shouldn’t awaken freely."
Reinhardt nodded, satisfied by her response. While it couldn’t be said that he didn’t enjoy their heated battle, a large part of the reason why he did it was to bring back the Queen’s soul back. That was the wager that was put on line.
Minerva extended her hand and put it on top of his forehead.
"Co. There’s one last thing you must see."
At that mont, he could feel her power trying to drag his mind sowhere. He did not resist against it and simply allowed it to take him sowhere.
The world around him wrapped, and when Reinhardt opened his eyes again, he was in a place that was separate from reality. What he was looking at was a vast domain with pale starlight and drifting mories.
This was not a dream that she showed him earlier, but rather the mind realm. To create a place like this with her powers, he was once again forced to realise how powerful this woman was.
Be that as it may, right now his focus was stolen by sothing else. Standing before him were two figures, both identical in face and aura, so much so that they looked like perfect mirror souls.
One wore a pristine white researcher’s coat, had crimson hair that was neatly tied behind her back and sharp eyes that were filled with intelligence. The woman looked just like the one he had seen appear in the mories of the laboratory, Minerva.
The other stood regal and composed, dressed in flowing lavender silk; she was the very definition of beauty. There was no doubt, it was the Queen he knew.
Her expression was serene yet shy, unable to et his gaze directly for so reason.
Reinhardt looked at the two of them, trying to hide the slight traces of surprise that crept up into his eyes. Two souls, two halves of the sa origin. Two lives inside one vessel.
It was just like Minerva explained, her body did indeed possess two souls. Lives that were cultivated in that laboratory. That said, this special mind realm held another thing aside from their two souls.
At the far end of the mind-realm, hovering above the void of mories was an object or perhaps a presence.
The reason why he was so vague was because the thing was covered in such dark haze that even his powerful eyes were unable to penetrate it.
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