The road dipped into a shallow valley, and when they crested the last rise, the city loomed ahead—Its jagged skyline was cut sharp against a black sky.
He had seen it from afar but getting close confirmed it. A dark and yawning path where the walls had once stood. The king haven't even made any efforts to rebuild them after the war.
The moon hung low, casting a cold silver sheen over the scarred land. Mustapha slowed his horse to a trot, the feline sitting before him chuckling at the scattered debris.
He glanced back. The boy still had his hood down, hiding his face. It was as he suspected but he found himself not caring.
"This is where we part," Mustapha said, tossing a coin pouch toward them. The young girl unhooked her arm from the boy's waist and caught it with a deft snatch. "Stay out of trouble," he added, his voice flat but firm.
The echo of his horse's hooves faded as he rode toward the King's Hill, leaving the pair behind.
Past the wall's broken line, the neglect ended abruptly. Streets brimmed with new stonework, fresh timber, and paint that still smelled of oil. Popular old taverns, once sagging and soot-stained, now boasted brightly painted shutters and bustling crowds. Even the noble part of town bustled—balconies lit, carriages rumbling past. Mustapha remember the king refusing the offers from merchants and others who seek to buy the castles, opting for a monthly fee. He didn't know how much, but it was big and he was surprised this many accepted.
The city was doing well it would seem.
From afar the royal castle was like a cluster of lights atop the great hill. A sight he is so used to. As he drew closer, the mansion's immense scale became apparent. The white marble walls shimmered like a pearl in the deep darkness. The Great building, a work of art of ancient dwarves so old stories forgot them. He remembers that it has so many wings, though connected, he kept missing his way for the first month.
He reined in at the cobblestone base of the grand staircase, its expanse even more imposing than he remembered after weeks away. The feline slipped from the saddle and landed lightly; he followed. Usually, a stable boy or two lingered here, but tonight it was empty, save for six royal maids gossiping by the wall, their laughter soft in the night air.
Mustapha gestured to one, who hesitated, glancing at her friends' stifled giggles before approaching.
Guess they didn't recognize him.
"Hold on to the horse I'm coming back"
He heard low restrained laughter from her group as he climbed up the stairs.
The archer Erik wasn't at his usual position, but Mustapha, to his surprise, was recognized and received warmly by the knights by the entrance.
"I'm afraid the king has gone in for the night" one of them said. "First night with the queen"
"Is that so?" Mustapha said, relieved but hiding it. "What about the archer Erik?"
The knight shrugged, his armor clinking softly. "No one knows" the same one replied. "He meets with the king and hardly stays in the city"
Mustapha wanted to know who replaced him as captain of the knights but it felt uncomfortable to ask. His eyes scanned around. The feline was gone—then he spotted her, a shadow darting along the castle's walls, moving with purpose as if trailing a scent.
He ignored it.
A strange unease settled over him. He was truly losing himself, and at first he thought it was Drakoria and the king, but now he was back here, it felt bigger than that. Something was stirring, something vast and inevitable, pulling him back to this place. He is a slave to his heart.
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She laid on the bed, as I desired, with feet up and knees laid open. I spat on my cock, and wetted the knob and upper shaft well, then bringing it to her cunt, well moistened by my saliva in going down on her, I held the open the lips with the fingers of my left hand, and half buried its knob before getting to the real entrance.
"Stop moving, I will not hurt you."
And I got it well over the knob, and buried it one inch further.
"S-stop! Please" she cried, "It seems as if it would burst me open, it so stretches me."
I stopped. "But it does not hurt you?"
"No" she swallowed a little. "But I feel as if something was in my throat"
"Rest a little, and that will go off"
I slipped a finger down on her clitoris, and as I frigged it she grew more and more excited, giving delicious pussy pressures on my pick, it gradually made its way by the gentle pushing I was making against the hymen, and suddenly I pushed in more forceful and she gasped, shocked by the pain and her eyes full of tears held me in shocked betrayal.
"It was the only way" I said, trying to soothe her. "You will feel less pain now"
I hovered over her, my movements restrained, giving her time to collect herself; her warmth wrapped around me, pulsing faintly in the stillness. I started moving after a few moments. She was too tight that I could only afford to move slow. Still, she winced at each shift, her eyes locked on mine with a mixture of unease and terrible pain.
I felt the shiver that ran through her when I leaned in to kiss her while rocking in and out of her. Her grip on the blanket tightened as I picked up pace. Soon she instinctively clung onto my neck tightly as I buried my face on her neck and my dick went even deeper. Her heartbeat hammering against my chest. All I could hear was the sound of my slamming in and her grunts and strained cry. When I finally came, her pussy refused to let me go so I plucked it out as I rose off her.
She lay still, her breathing uneven, her gaze distant—utterly spent and unable to rise.
I climbed off the bed with my dick semi-hard and coated with cum. I noticed Ophelia was moving towards me. I looked at her, and turned to where her gaze was. Crouching on the window stool was a pretty young girl with prominent cat features. She was looking at me with broad grin on face. She looked wild with tattered clothes and scattered half plaited hair. I recognized her as one of the twin cat sister. I thought they were dead.
Her presence felt different from what I remembered.
"Come" I called her, moving closer.
Her grin deepened, but she turned and leaped off the window.