"How does it feel, my friend? The adoration and praise of the masses? If you're not careful, you'll get lost in their flattery," Merlin advised.
"You speak as if they intend harm, Merlin. Flattery will never bring down a ruler, nor will criticism alone improve them. What we must take seriously is sincerity. Any malicious intent should be either obliterated or eliminated. It is malicious praise and malicious critique that we need to guard against, not the sincere ones. Look, Merlin, they are grateful to their king from the bottom of their hearts. So, in return, I should respect them and graciously accept all their flattery."
Uther chuckled as he waved at his people, tossing gold coins to someone in rugged clothing and messy hair, personally sharing his wealth with the poor.
"It seems my worry is unnecessary, my friend," Merlin shrugged.
Of course, Merlin understood what his friend meant. Sincere praise comes from those who truly appreciate you from the bottom of their hearts. They are genuinely grateful, while malicious praise comes from those who seek something in return. The same applies to criticism: sincere critique stems from a genuine desire for your improvement, whereas malicious critique is filled with spite and passive-aggressive undertones, like a child throwing their problems at you without taking responsibility.
What Uther meant was that there was no need for concern—he could still distinguish between the genuine and the malicious.
This realization made Merlin admit to himself that his friend possessed a spirit capable of discerning right from wrong at a mere glance.
"Not really. You can remind me if I've truly mistaken sincerity for malice and malice for sincerity," Uther replied, his tone calm but thoughtful.
Merlin's clairvoyance was indeed invaluable for this task, but at Uther's words, Merlin's expression darkened, and he rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Ugh... I didn't hear that, my friend. I think I may have forgotten my appointment with a charming lady at the brothel. See you later," Merlin quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Without waiting for Uther's response, Merlin slapped the reins in his hand, urging his horse to gallop away without hesitation.
He knew all too well what awaited him if he stayed: a relentless march where his clairvoyant abilities would be mercilessly exploited by Uther, leaving him no time to rest. It had traumatized him before, and he wasn't eager to repeat the experience.
He wanted to have fun, not work.
So, yeah.
Fuck with work.
...
Home sweet home indeed.
After returning to his residence, Uther noticed that Baobhan Sith hadn't left yet. She was diligently cleaning the desk, dressed in a maid's attire.
Uther approached her quietly from behind, savoring the scent of her hair as he inhaled deeply. His cock brushed against her buttocks, causing the Fae to nearly jump in shock.
Before she could even attempt to escape, Uther grabbed her firmly from behind. His cock strained against his pants, almost ready to burst free.
Without hesitation, he guided his hand to her wet panties, swiftly pulling them off and discarding them onto the floor.
He hastily removed his pants, freeing his cock, and began rubbing it against her clitoris.
At the same time, he groped her breasts from behind, thrusting himself back and forth with an unrestrained lust.
With each movement, he felt the tension from the long and arduous march slowly dissipating.
Finally, after reaching his release, he collapsed onto the edge of the bed, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.
His mind, previously burdened, now rested in a calm ease.
When Baobhan Sith turned to look at him, her eyes were filled with resentment, but she quickly masked it with a stiff, forced smile.
"Why did you return so early, King Uther?" she asked, her voice betraying her inner turmoil.
She had thought this man, hailed as a national hero, would restrain himself and embody the noble image ingrained in her mind—chivalrous, heroic, and respectful towards women. But in the end, he was still as lecherous as ever, grabbing her the moment he arrived without a single word of permission.
If it weren't for her fear of disappointing the queen, she would have refused his advances long ago and slapped this man.
But she had seen how happy the queen had been when she shared the news about becoming her father's private maid.
The queen, who had always been distant, had praised her personally. For the first time, Baobhan Sith had felt a sense of pride and joy. As long as she could continue to receive the queen's acknowledgment and praise, she would endure this king's unwanted advances.
Even though she told herself this, her pride still resisted his touch.
"Of course, I'm. Don't tell me you're unhappy with my presence, Sith? If you are, I can always assign you a different role, one that doesn't require you to serve me personally," Uther said in a tone that feigned regret.
"No, no, I'm happy, really." She hurriedly said.
"Since you're happy to serve me, then come and use your mouth. I've endured a long, tedious march and need your service," Uther commanded.
Baobhan Sith hesitated for a brief moment, but then reluctantly knelt before the king, taking his cock in her soft, trembling hands.
No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't help but be both fascinated and intimidated by its sheer size.
As she began her reluctant task, Uther's fingers ran through her smooth red hair, offering her a rare bit of praise.
"Good girl," he murmured with a satisfied grin. "I'll tell you all about my march against the Saxons, personally. If you're obedient enough."
Baobhan Sith's eyes lit up at the promise. If she could bring this news to the queen, perhaps she would be loved and praised even more.
Without much reluctance, she eagerly took the king's cock into her mouth. Her throat nearly choked as she impatiently and eagerly swallowed its full size in one determined gulp.
Uther groaned in pleasure, allowing Baobhan Sith to do her work while he relaxed at the edge of the bed.
As long as she didn't make a mistake with her teeth, there was no problem with her clumsy eagerness.
All he wanted was to bask in the pleasure of a woman's touch after the long, grueling march that had lasted four arduous months.
Hah...
What a life indeed.
The more she yielded to his requests, the more outrageous and demanding his commands became.
At first, she merely agreed to suck his cock, but now, his orders grew increasingly bold and perverse.
He had her strip bare, save for a pair of red boots, leaving every inch of her exposed to his lecherous gaze.
Her nakedness, coupled with the sight of her red boots and stockings, was nothing short of a feast for his lustful eyes, amplifying the eroticism of the scene according to his twisted definition of pleasure.
As soon as her dress fell to the floor, revealing her delicate figure, he began stroking his cock with fervent lust for the view before him.
The king's eyes devoured her, taking in every curve and contour of her body as he indulged in his twisted perversion at her submission.
When he finally reached his climax, he ordered her to kneel before him, and with a powerful groan, he unleashed a torrent of hot cum directly into her mouth, filling it to the brim with his essence.
"Gorgeous," King Uther praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he regarded her as if she were a masterpiece of art crafted by his own hands. "But regrettably, you would be even more beautiful if this painting adorned your face, Sith."
"Jerk," Baobhan Sith cursed inwardly, her mind seething with resentment at this perverted king.
She longed to escape his clutches before his desires became even more outrageous.
Seizing the moment while he was still recovering from his orgasm, she hastily tried to stand and make her exit.
But just as she attempted to slip away, King Uther's strong arms wrapped around her from behind, trapping her in place.
His cock, now erect once again, pressed firmly against her soft buttocks.
"Where do you think you're going, Sith?" he whispered in a predatory tone, his voice laced with desire. "This isn't over yet. Let me love you even more."
With that, he forcefully claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue wantonly ravaging hers as he threw her back onto the chamber floor.
His erect cock hovered inches from her face, the pungent odor filling her senses.
She accidentally inhaled the strong, musky scent, causing her to recoil in disgust and step back instinctively.
"No need to worry," he reassured her with a sinister smile, "I won't take your virginity—not tonight, at least. For now, let's rest."
And with that, King Uther brought their twisted encounter to a close, wrapping his arms tightly around her from behind as he pulled her close.
His throbbing cock nestled against her thighs, while his hands possessively cupped her breasts.
As he closed his eyes, a wicked grin played on his lips, knowing full well that this was far from the end of his desires.
Different from King Uther who have the full desire to have sex with her, Baobhan Sith thought it would be a relief if everything ended with this, and that it would finally put an end to King Uther's persistent harassment.
However, in the dead of night, the lecherous king's hand began to wander, dishonestly exploring her body.
His cock repeatedly ground against her thigh until he climaxed, showing no concern for her feelings.
He selfishly used her body as nothing more than a tool to vent his lust.
Then, without hesitation, he ordered her to raise her armpit, using it as his next target for release.
Not satisfied, he quickly moved on, demanding that she use her breasts to relieve his erect cock, guiding her to move up and down as he pleased.
Desperate to avoid further humiliation and keep him from messing up her face, she resorted to using her mouth, allowing him to vent all of his essence down her throat.
"Why is it still hard?" Baobhan Sith couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration wash over her as she noticed that the lecherous king's cock was still as hard as a rock, despite how they had spent most of the day in continuous sex.
"Well, if you want it to finish faster, you could always use your pussy," King Uther replied with a nonchalant shrug.
Not a chance.
Baobhan Sith rolled her eyes inwardly before replying.
"I wouldn't want to exhaust you, King Uther. You have important matters to attend to in tomorrow's meeting." She forced herself to suppress her disgust, almost gagging on the words as they left her mouth.
"Yeah, you're right about that. Now, do your best to make sure I have a good night's sleep for tomorrow," King Uther said, leaning against the chamber wall, positioning his cock conveniently for her to ride.
With little choice, Baobhan Sith approached him, placing her vulva lips over his erect cock and grinding against him.
She couldn't bear to look at this man who so shamelessly exploiting her, so she decided to spare herself the agony of seeing his lecherous face by opting for the reverse cowgirl position.
To make the experience more pleasurable for himself, King Uther firmly gripped her hips with both hands, he guided her movements with a brutal precision, forcing her to ride him faster and harder and thrusting his cock faster and faster against her clitoris.
Even at the end, King Uther refused to let go of her, forcing his cock into her mouth once again and grinding it against her throat.
Baobhan Sith's mood was a swirling storm of complicated emotions.
Why had everything come to this?
All she had wanted was the Queen's love, not to become the plaything of this insatiable, lecherous king.
But in the end, she had no choice but to endure it in silence. If she were dismissed, the Queen would be disappointed in her, and she would lose her chance at earning her love.
Uther, our lucky protagonist in this scenario, took full advantage of her vulnerability, consequences be damned.
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