The hall ways of the Palace echoed with the excitement of sensual pleasures as Manu Madayaki had his fun.
This lasted for a couple of hours, before the castle suddenly dropped in silence, its residence resuming the state of mourning for their previous king and a recognition of the new power at play. 5458
Manu stood up from the bed. He looked down at the figure of Emma, wrapped roughly in the sheets, deep in slumber from tiredness. He raised his hand, and it glowed with his power.
She had been used, and he was willing to dispose of her. However, his eyes traced the parts of her body that were exposed to him. Even in this used state, she was still a delicacy. And he could feel his member reacting to the desire his eyes fed it.
He dropped his hand. She was still useful.
He walked over to the next room, still in his nude. He poured out some wine for himself, and after enjoying the sting down his throat, he sat on the counch not far off.