Kapitel 20: Lust of My Life (R-18)
[Task: Break Francesca Prelati and mold her into your shape.]
[Progress: Incomplete]
[Reward: Summoning Ticket (1), Golden Rule (Fate), Sex Magick (Toaru Majutsu no Index)]
When King Uther checked the latest task that had been issued by the ero system, Baobhan Sith was already stripped naked by him.
She knelt in a degrading position, her body submissively lowered as she aggressively sucked his cock.
His hands wandered over her smooth back, caressing her tender skin with possessive strokes, enjoying every moment of her servitude.
Moments later, Uther climaxed inside her mouth.
Baobhan Sith, with a silent resignation, reached for the tissue lying on the table and wiped the traces of cum from around her lips.
She then noticed King Uther sitting there, unmoving, his expectant gaze silently commanding her to continue wiping away the rest of the cum.
With a sigh of reluctant obedience, she took the tissue and meticulously cleaned him, her delicate fingers brushing against his sensitive cock, sending electric jolts of pleasure through his body with each deliberate touch.
Uther guided her hand along the shaft, savoring the sensations as her smooth, tender skin seemed to electrify his sensitive flesh.
Once everything was done, Uther pulled up his pants and sat back on his throne with a satisfied smirk.
The room remained sealed; no one was permitted to enter while he relished in the pleasure of receiving a blowjob in his grand throne room.
The experience felt euphoric, almost surreal, as if he was the king of the entire world—where everyone existed solely to submit to his will.
No wonder so many had desired to be kings in the past, willing to kill for the crown and the absolute power it bestowed.
King Uther then reached down and picked up the discarded maid attire from the floor, handing it to Sith as she stood and began dressing in front of him.
He watched her with quiet admiration, taking in the sight of her smooth, bare back.
Yet, despite the lingering temptation to act further, he did nothing in the end, simply waiting patiently as she finished dressing up.
Once fully clothed, Baobhan Sith knelt before him again, her voice soft yet tinged with restrained frustration.
"You promised to tell me about your expedition personally, my king. Why have you delayed it for so long?" she asked, carefully hiding the resentment that had been steadily accumulating in her heart.
She had already endured humiliation countless times for this lecherous king, yet still, he refused to fulfill his promise.
"Do you intend to break your word?"
"I can take what I've promised at any time, Sith," Uther sternly reminded her.
"Then no one will ever trust you again in the future," Baobhan Sith threatened, her voice dripping with defiance.
"Is that so?" Uther laughed, as if he had just heard the most amusing joke in the world.
"Tell me, my dear, who are you, and who am I in this scenario? Who among us bears more weight?"
"You, King Uther," Baobhan Sith answered, though her words were laced with reluctance.
"That's absolutely right. I'm the king. I can afford to lose my reputation for not fulfilling a promise made to a mere maid, Sith. But what about you?" he asked, his tone now playful, toying with her pride.
"I'm just a maid," Baobhan Sith muttered, lowering her head in humiliation. If not for the queen, she would have already killed this insufferable man right here, right now.
"Then tell me, Sith, if you were to ask the people of Camelot, 'King Uther didn't fulfill his promise to me, and I demand justice!' who would stand by your side? No one! They wouldn't dare risk themselves by falling out of my favor, and they certainly wouldn't have the heart to condemn me. Do you know why? Because I am their savior! One unfulfilled promise to a maid does nothing to harm their interests—so why would they seek justice for you?"
"I can afford to go back on my word at any time because I am powerful. I am the king. My words are law and absolute," Uther declared smugly, his confidence radiating through every syllable.
"Moreover, I know exactly who you are," he continued, his voice darkening as a malicious edge crept into his tone.
"And I have every reason to make you suffer. Now, tell me—who sent you to spy on me?" His smug demeanor shifted into something far more dangerous as his eyes turned cold, a chilling, glacial gaze that pierced through her.
Baobhan Sith was taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor.
Was this the same lecherous king who had been ogling her body with borderline obsession?
Why had he suddenly become so murderous?
His eyes seemed to convey a message: Even though you're beautiful, I won't hesitate to kill you. No pity, no mercy.
That was the aura he exuded, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
As the tension in the room escalated, her expression darkened, and she found herself unable to utter a single word in her defense.
Her mind raced with worry—what would the queen think of her if she knew she had failed in her mission?
She couldn't bear the thought of being discarded, or worse, seeing the look of disappointment on the queen's face.
Seeing her silence, Uther let out a regretful sigh, though whether it was for her or for the situation at hand, it was impossible to tell.
"Come here, Sith. Sit with me," he commanded.
Sith hesitated for a moment before complying. She knew better than to try killing or threatening this pervert; such actions were not an option, especially considering how much the queen loved her father. If she were to act against him, the consequences would be unbearable, something she could not afford.
So, she obeyed without further hesitation.
As she attempted to sit beside him in the empty seat to his left, King Uther suddenly pulled her onto his lap.
His cock was unmistakably hard, pressing against her panties.
She froze at the unexpected contact, her mind racing with questions.
Even in a situation like this, he had the audacity to lust after her?
His hands, far from innocent, began tearing at her fabric little by little, while one hand groped her breast.
He pinched her sensitive nipple with ease, eliciting an involuntary, erotic moan from her.
"I want to take your first time right here and right now, Sith. Do you have any objections?"
In the end, a pervert is a pervert. His lust knew no bounds.
Although Sith felt nothing but disdain for him inside, she dared not disrespect him outwardly and submitted.
"Yes, my king."
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