The Seed of Corruption would only grow more from this point on, slowly spreading all around his body and making his immoral feelings more profound.
No, it could already be said that the king was half way of admitting his feelings from the way he was pacing around the chamber, his eyes scanning every surface, every shadow, not for threats, but for... sothing.
Anything. A button from Reinhardt’s shirt. A strand of his wife’s long hair on the pillow. A smudge on the floor. A sign or anything to settle his wildly beating heart.
In the end, he found nothing. A wave of relief washed over him. The room was cleaner than clean. There was no sign, nothing of his wife committing any affair. It was all just a dream.
His wildly beating heart settled down; along with that, his shoulders also slumped. The excitent drained away, leaving only the emptiness.
The king was at a loss. He was relieved, truly relieved that it was all just a dream, but why was it that he wasn’t happy?
Sighing in his heart, he walked over the balcony to get so fresh morning air to clear the last vestiges of the dream from his lungs.
The city below was stirring, clearly so kind of commotion had broken off. However, his mind and thoughts were distracted to notice any of it.
A cold breeze brushed past his body, causing his sweat slicked body to shiver. The king took a deep breath; it was all returning to normal, the dream was becoming a distant thing.
He was just about to forget all that and head back inside, when he saw it!!
A splash of sothing, at the corner of the balcony, caught the light. It was a small, gleaming stain against the floor that could be easily missed. Nevertheless, the mont the king saw it, his breath stopped.
BADUMP... BADUMP... His heart, as if it were a drum, beat frantically. No it can’t be!! It has to be sothing else. He forced; no, practically hypnotized himself to think otherwise as he knelt down to double check.
The nearer he got and the clearer the thing in front of his eyes beca, the harder his heart hamred. And when the scent hit him, sothing within him cracked and shattered completely.
It was faint, but unmistakable. The musky aroma mixed with the scent of lavender, sweat and the sen of a man. It was the sa scent that had haunted his dream prison.
The king’s body instinctively trembled, and his mind beca a dazed ss.
"Yes... just like that...Right there... don’t you stop..."
The word that he lip read from his wife as Reinahrdt pounded her on the bed, next to him. His cock hitting her most deepest part, stirring her insides and making her scream in ecstasy.
The vision in his dream and the signs left on the balcony. It was no illusion of light, no water or his brain playing tricks. It was unmistakable evidence that the dream he had was not just simply a dream.
Huff... Huff... His breath beca laboured, and his mind went onto overdrive. Now that he thought about it, the evidence was all around him. His chamber was clean, too clean in fact, as if soone had wiped the traces of sothing.
But this... had been left. A tiny, deliberate flaw in the otherwise perfect cover. Or perhaps it was left behind deliberately for him to find?
At the rcy of his dark desires, the king started reading too deeply into the lines. His disappointnt evaporated, incinerated by a sudden, all consuming nefarious fire that threatened to overwhelm him.
BADUMP... BADUMP... It was real. All of it. The paralysis, the watching, the raw, unfiltered spectacle of his wife’s ecstasy with another man. It had happened. Right here. On this stone.
The king was so excited that he did not even question how it was even possible. He simply wanted all of it to be true. The hollow feeling in his gut was instantly filled, and a heat so intense it was dizzying surged from the depth.
His cock, which had begun to soften, surged back to life once again. At this mont, at this ti, finding the debauchery of his wife, her affair, he wasn’t disappointed; no, he was elated.
Of course, the pain was still there, a dull, aching pain in his heart as if soone was trying to squeeze it. However, this only served to heighten his arousal, making it more complex, more devastatingly potent.
"Hahaha... this is simply too unbelievable!"
He leaned his back against the balustrade, right beside the stain, and closed eyes.
What was he doing? He was imagining it all again, everything that was seared in his eyes in vivid detail. His wife setting her body on the railing, taking Reinhardt’s thing into her mouth. The latter was pleasuring her by pressing his face between her thighs. Their mutual, violent climaxes under the sky.
A low, guttural moan escaped the king’s lips. His hands, as if they had a mind of their own, slipped under his breeches, stroking with a mixture of panic and desperate need. He couldn’t stop himself. He had to... he had to...
"Your Majesty, are you awake?"
Just then, the sound of the door to his chamber being opened sounded out along with the voice of his wife.
Imdiately, the king propped his body and turned away from the balcony door. The scent of lavender wafted into his nose along with the chi of the anklets drawing near.
"So you were on the balcony. Are you looking for sothing?"
The Queen spoke, her voice soft like silk. However, when the king heard the concern in her voice, it felt more like a whip, lashing at his back.
"N-Nothing, I was just getting so fresh air," he hurriedly made so excuse.
"Is that so? I agree with you. The view from here is... refreshing." As she said that, a beautiful smile blood on her face.
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