บท 14: My never ending lust (R-18)
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.
บท 15: The Conquest (Semi R-18)
"The representative of the Church wishes to meet with you, King Uther," Baobhan Sith informed him as soon as he opened his eyes.
She had resumed her duties as a maid, no longer naked as she had been in his chambers earlier.
Now, she was dressed in proper maid attire, standing before him as she conveyed the news that the Church's representative had arrived.
"I instructed them to arrive early, yet they dare to be late?" Uther snorted in disdain as he rose from his bed, his naked body on full display after his recent escapade with Sith.
His erect cock still demanded release, a need that had yet to be fully satisfied.
"They can wait. I need you to tend to me first," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
Baobhan Sith sighed inwardly, resigned to the inevitable.
Here we go again, she thought.
She had no choice but to obey.
With her hands, she firmly grasped his erection and began to stroke it, fully prepared to tend to his every desire with careful and deliberate touch.
With every deliberate stroke of her hand, King Uther felt an ever-growing need for release, and each time, he groaned in deep satisfaction as he unleashed his potent seeds into her awaiting palm.
However, the moment of relief was far from over; in fact, it was merely the beginning of King Uther's insatiable desire for even more pleasure, a craving that only intensified with every passing moment.
For more than two hours, she attended to King Uther's desires, relieving his pent-up tension before assisting him in taking a bath.
Yet, he wasn't King Uther if he was honestly just for bathing.
Whenever they were in the bath together, he never missed an opportunity to make her satisfy his never-ending lust. Every time, he would command her to rub lotion on her body, then use that same body to scrub his.
King Uther himself would pour lotion onto her breasts, always ensuring his intentions were clear—he would never let go of the chance to use her breasts to wash his cock with that slick, fragrant lotion.
Whenever he needed release, he spared no effort in marking her body with his potent seed. For two hours, they lost themselves in his debauchery, their time wasted in a haze of lust before they cleaned away the evidence with water and more lotion.
This time, however, King Uther was honest; he restrained himself and avoided any unnecessary moves during the final cleansing ritual.
Once he was thoroughly refreshed and cleansed, she dressed him meticulously in his royal garments, ensuring every detail was perfect.
Lastly, she carefully placed the crown upon his head, signifying his regal status.
When everything was in order, it was finally time for King Uther to meet with the representative from the Church.
The intensity of their earlier encounter had faded, leaving behind only the powerful image of a king who had been satisfied in every way, now prepared to take on the world once again.
บท 16: Taking Control
"Oh… What an honor it is for the church to send us one of their beloved nuns to our cherished kingdom." Uther remarked sarcastically, his tone dripping with disdain.
As he surveyed the nun before him, he couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence of any significant church figure.
Instead, they had sent a mere nun, despite the gravity of the situation.
He had already informed them of his resurrection and the critical nature of the matter at hand, yet they had still only sent this nun!
Had they truly taken him seriously, surely they would have sent the Pope long ago.
But no, this slight revealed their true sentiments—they had never intended to invest in him or his cause.
The church looked down on him, belittling his kingdom because, in their eyes, it was insignificant.
How could it compare to the vast Roman Empire, which spanned both west and east?
His kingdom, occupying only a modest portion of a small island, seemed trivial by comparison.
"And it's truly honorable of you to make us wait for four long hours, King Uther," Francesca Prelati responded with equal sarcasm.
"Make that five, considering we arrived an hour early." Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Perhaps I should consider uprooting the church from our kingdom entirely," King Uther growled menacingly.
"That way, you might finally learn proper respect, nun. I don't see why the church should exist here at all if they consider themselves above our nation rather than in service to it." His words were laced with a palpable threat as his knights, sensing their king's anger, began to prepare for action.
They unsheathed their swords, glaring at Francesca Prelati with deadly intent.
Uther did not stop them as they approached the nun, step by step, until the cold steel of their blades pressed against her neck.
The tip of a sword even grazed her skin, drawing a thin line of blood.
Since the church had shown no respect for him as king, it became his obligation to obliterate anyone who dared to disrespect him, anyone who thought they could overstep his authority simply because they held some misguided sense of superiority deserve to die.
Francesca Prelati found herself momentarily speechless, taken aback by the king's unpredictable nature. She had expected sharp words, perhaps even veiled threats, but this? This man had completely disregarded the usual decorum of diplomacy.
With just a few sarcastic words from her, he had already crossed the line, abandoning all pretense of civility and aiming to arrest her.
Was this truly the wise and calm ruler of legend—the one who had resurrected a fallen kingdom and secured victory over the Saxons with only 5,000 cavalry troops?
Even Merlin himself seemed uncertain when it came to Uther these days. Since waking from his coma, the king had become an enigma, his personality shifting unpredictably.
Most of times, he was calm, ruthless, and wise. Yet there are other times when he was acting indulgent and unrestrained, engaging in erratic behaviors that stood in stark contrast to the calm and serious image he had once projected.
Even Merlin, with all his wisdom, found himself speechless at these constant switch of temperaments.
Merlin was fully aware of the consequences that would follow if Uther killed the nun, yet he did nothing to intervene.
However, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He had seen potential in this girl, and it seemed a waste for her to remain a nun when she could have been so much more.
Yet, despite this, Merlin remained silent, wanted to see the unfolding events with an indifference.
Seeing everyone approve of King Uther's actions against the church and even become his accomplices, Francesca Prelati could only swallow her pride.
"I apologize if we came across as disrespectful, King Uther. As long as you say the word, we are willing to pay compensation if it will mend the relationship between Camelot and the Church."
"No, it's not a matter of coming across as disrespectful. You are outright disrespecting us, nun," King Uther declared sternly. "You should know exactly why I said that. I don't appreciate how you're pretending to be ignorant."
"We are not pretending, King Uther. You have misunderstood. I am not merely a nun in this scenario. No, I am from the Church's Secret Agency, the Burial Agency—the very organization that hunts Dead Apostle Ancestors and has even fought True Ancestors in the past," she said, hoping to remind him of her significance.
Uther, however, was unmoved by her words.
"Then why are you so weak that even a knight could take you hostage, mighty one?" he replied with biting sarcasm.
Even the knights picked up on King Uther's signal, pressing the tip of the blade deeper into her wound, causing more of blood to drip from it.
She gritted her teeth in anger and humiliation, forcing herself to respond. "I am not particularly skilled in combat, King Uther. My specialty is alchemy. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Despite her heart boiling with rage, she could only endure. She knew she needed to accelerate her research on the puppets. As long as she had enough bodies in reserve and used a puppet in situations like this, she would never be threatened again, as the puppet bodies were merely tools to her.
After all, to her, the puppet bodies were merely tools—disposable vessels that she could manipulate from afar.
King Uther's lips curled into a thin smile.
"Since you are so proficient in alchemy, then it is your duty to contribute to Camelot's safety. You will build golems for us, to serve our kingdom's defense. Men, seize her and escort her to the guest room," Uther commanded.
The knights obeyed immediately, dragging Francesca Prelati against her will to the guest room that had been designated by King Uther, which was little more than a gilded prison.
"I have a task for you, my friend," Uther whispered to Merlin, his voice low but firm. "Keep a close watch on her, and ensure that she fulfills her obligations."
Merlin nodded, happy to take on such an easy task. Compared to being restlessly exploited for his clairvoyance, monitoring the girl was far simpler. Just making sure she created the golems made everything easy to manage.
Inwardly, he felt smug about the simplicity of the task, but he maintained a serious expression as he accompanied the king to the court meeting.
They walked calmly, as if the incident with the church had never occurred in the first place.
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