Vandamonth Imperial Palace
The flicker of the lamplight caused the shadows along the wall to move, and the smell of the burning candle was suppressed by the intoxicating scent of the incense.
The moon was far up in the sky, peeping through the dark clouds, pouring its celestial light through the window.
The window in the chamber was opened, and the breeze from outside, along with the chills from the cold, swept in, causing the curtains to twirl.
On a bed in the room, Kora struggled to suppress her moans; her knuckles were white as her grip on the bedsheet tightened.
Her face was a whirl of emotions, her blue eyes haughty as she tried to keep up with the pace of Aaram's thrust.
Her fingers remained entangled in his hair as her breasts bounced, slapping against her chest, the bed creaking under their weight.
"Say my name?"
He groans into her ear as he plants wet kisses on her neck. His tongue slithering down to her shoulders, then to her right boob.
Kora shut her eyes, a low hum escaping her lips.
"Say it…my name."
He teased her areola, and Kora broke out in a loud cry as his fingers pressed and pinched her pebbled nipples. The candlelight reflected on her pinkish areolas, making it a tasty treat for Aaram to fondle.
"A… Aaram Ahh!
His mouth enveloped her nipples, biting…sucking, lavishing them with saliva, until they hardened and became numb.
Kora nearly passed out; her breath became unsteady as she twisted and turned, trying to contain the pleasure streaming through her nerves.
Their eyes locked, they held the gaze as if trying to peer into each other's soul, his other hand running along the length of the wet lips of her pussy, his thumb pressing against her clit.
Kora yelped, sweat trickling down her face.
She loved the way he looked at her, as though she were the most beautiful woman in the world. She felt special…and that made her hornier…hungrier for his body.
"Don't stop."
She hissed her words merely audibly as she grasped for breath.
Her eyes rolled behind the back of her head when his fingers began to ram in and out of her core, his teeth still teasing her endlessly.
"Ahhhhh! Ughhh!
She almost choked on her saliva, her mouth hanging open, as she mumbled nonsense, obviously too consumed by ecstasy to form any meaningful sentence.
He detached his tongue from her nipples with a loud pop, then squeezed them firmly.
Her breasts were flat, not perky like that of the other woman he had fucked, but who cares?
He was fucking the queen; that made up for everything.
Kora's body arched, but those pains were only momentary when she felt his erect bulge pressing against the flesh of her thighs.
Her legs instantly widened, ready for his penetration.
Her hair was disheveled, a total mess, and it clung to her sweaty skin.
"Huh!
She gasped, juice spilling from her core when she felt his finger stroke her sensitive clit.
She opened her eyes, only to see him stroking his hardened dick. Her body twitches just at the sight, and she swallows hard.
The flames from the candlelight reflected on her body; her pussy glistened with her fluid and craved to be touched, to be fucked.
Her hands began to trace down her abdomen until they touched her tangled genital hair.
She played with the hair on her genitals, her hands snaking down the lips of her pussy. Her body quivered with pleasure when she parted the lips and pushed one finger in.
"Ohhh! Ugh!
She whimpered, taking the full length of her finger in. Her nipples hardened, her blue eyes dripping with nothing but lust.
Aaram enjoyed the scene, the stroke on his dick increasing as he grunted.
Kora's body quivered as she sat up, legs spread apart, ministering to herself. Her hand stroking her plump flesh, the slurpy sound of her hand against her labia echoing in the room
Without warning, he yanked her hands off and then penetrated her, his full length digging into her womb.
Kora screamed, tears stinging her eyes; she felt his dick pulsate inside of her, and her pussy tightened, adjusting to the feeling of him inside her.
He pressed his hand on both sides of her fleshy waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her in place. He dragged her down, bringing her ass closer to his torso.
Raising both her legs up, she hooked them together with one hand, exposing her kitten, which was glistening with her fluid.
He began to pound into her, his lower abdomen moving back and forth, his hips grinding against her ass, and his testicles slapping against her butt cheek.
Kora remained lumped on the bed, her hands spread out, her breasts shaking as he rammed her, his thrust making her squirm under him.
A few moments later they lay breathless beside each other, their bodies glistening under the pale light of the candle from across the chamber.
"You look disconnected."
His chest heaved as his eyes rolled in her direction. Kora turned away from him before slipping one of her legs down the bed, followed by the other.
She remained in a seated position as her hand reached out for a jar of wine on a table beside the bed.
She grabbed the cup beside the jar, then poured herself some wine, the crimson liquid filling the cup to the brim.
Her hair remained out of place, making her look a bit deranged, her face etched with tiredness.
She sips from the cup of wine, allowing the taste to give her a brief satisfaction. A sweetness that made her taste buds tingle.
"You have played your part for tonight; leave."
She says, lowering the cup from her lips, she held it tight in her grasp, her gaze lingering on the door across the room as if waiting for someone to just barge in.
Aaram remained in place, unmoved by her words.
"That's it? You are just going to send me away like I was some slave boy that only came to satisfy your darkest sexual fantasies?"
He questions, climbing down from the bed.
He stomped his feet on the marbled floor as he made his way to his clothes, which lay carelessly on the floor.
"You are well aware of what you are to me, Aaram."
Her voice was low, drained of any emotions.
"I do not have to explain myself."
She added, bringing the cup of wine to her lips.
Using her side eyes, she watched as he dressed up, his hands clasping the buttons of his shirt in place, roughly dragging his pants up to his waist, as he moved around in search of his boots.
He was angry; she could see it.
"More than anything I wanted us to talk about the king."
She rises to her feet, her lustrous blonde hair dropping down to her waist.
"You are not getting any words from me."
He retorted, already shoving one of his feet into his boot.
"I don't need to get words out of you. You will have something to say, because it is in your own interests."
She snarled. Grabbing a black night robe, she wore it to shield her nudity from his bare eyes.
"The king has made his dying wish. He wants his children gathered around him at the table for a family dinner. One last time, to reclaim the feeling of a father."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Listen to me as I speak!
She shrills, placing the empty cup in her hand on a table with a thud.
Aaram stopped what he was doing and focused his gaze on her.
What was this attitude she was giving him?
This superiority she was trying to exert didn't sit well with him.
"I want the king to live till his last breath. Abort any intentions you have of trying to put him to permanent slumber."
Her voice felt like invisible stings.
"Can you even hear yourself?"
He says it calmly, but she clicks her tongue in a sarcastic manner. Elegantly gliding towards her dressing table, she took a seat before the mirror, her own gaze gauging her reflection.
"Try me."
The words slipped out like frozen ice.
"Just try me, and you will see."
She picks up a brush and begins to run it through the strangled strands of her hair.
"This path you have chosen will lead you astray."
He shot back, brows furrowed in annoyance.
"You wanted this! I swore fealty to the crown, but day by day, all day long, you sang in my ears that I should take his life, and now that an opportunity knocks on our door…you want to throw it away?!
"You should have rebuked me!
She screamed, her voice straining, as she smacked her lips together, trying to keep her emotions in check.
"I will not have a hand in the death of my husband, not anymore."
Her voice was laced with a hush of finality that made Aaram boil with exasperation.
"I will not pay heed to your words."
He says, turning to leave.
"You will!
She says, turning to face him.
"You cannot make me."
He grunted, already reaching out for the knob of the door.
"I am your queen!
She roared, her eyes widening in defiance.
Aaram halted, his hand falling limply to his side.
"All of a sudden you have high regards for him."
He gritted his teeth in anguish, unable to come to terms with her sudden change of mind.
"A man that brutalized you and trampled upon you like a rag in court, you still want to remain glued to his side!
Kora felt her eyes flood with tears, but her lips were pressed against each other, her heart already made up.
"He is my husband."
She whispered, her gaze lowered, staring into nothing but thin air.
"Yet here we lay on your bed a few minutes ago, our hearts set on fire by the bare friction of our hips entwined."
Kora felt her heart drop.
She felt a tear roll down her cheek, her soul crushed under the weight of his words.
"Get out."
Her voice was hoarse but firm; her eyes flared with a rebellion that ignited a fire in her heart.
He left.
Without saying a word, he took his leave, the door slamming with a thud behind him, echoing in the quiet chamber.
After what seemed like eternity, she manages to stand up from where she was seated, her legs shaking, the soles of her feet numb.
She trudged towards the direction where the only candle in the room was lit up.
It was a huge candle. It burned slowly, its flames having a mixture of yellow and blue glints.
She held her hand close to the candle's flame, so close that the heat shimmered across her skin.
Without thinking twice, she pressed her thumb against the harsh flames; the fire crackled in protest as a drop of wax slid down the side, its glow painting her face in a golden hue.
She didn't flinch.
She didn't pull away.
She simply watched the tiny flame tremble, fighting to stay alive.
Then, at last, the candle sputtered, once, twice, and went out.
The chamber became engulfed in thick darkness.
A darkness she needed to nurse her inner thoughts, to heal her wounded pride.
She wanted to seek solitude in the confinement of the four walls of her chamber.
It was time… It was time to find the part of herself she had lost.