Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Story 52. Blessed Man (2) – Chapter 89

Story 52. Blessed Man (2)

Chapter 89

When I began to calm down a little, the warrior patted my back lightly. My body was still trembling with pleasure, and it was becoming harder to think rationally. The warrior continued to explain, “As you know, the Virtuous Priestess is bedded by a king once a month on the Sacred Day. If the priestess becomes pregnant on that day, the child that would be born is acknowledged as the king’s.”

“Aahhh… Mmmm… Mhh…”

“But if there was no such a rule and the priestess is bedded by various kings all month long, imagine what the result would be. Her body would be muddied with different king’s semen. It would be just like when you lost control and lusted after all of your brothers… The chaos and confusion…”

“Haa… I…. Mhh… I…”

“I suppose you would have loved it. You would have become wet and excited, your body aroused beyond reason.”

The warrior was testing my limit. It was true that I would have enjoyed such an activity. Just thinking about it made me harden with desire. If I could be loved by all the greatest men in the world… All the kings of different kingdoms… I would never want it to stop. Maybe they would take me all at the same time, or they would take me one by one, and I would get to feel a never-ending pleasure. My body would become so hot as they grope me…

However, I couldn’t tell the warrior this. This son of Nazlahil…

Besides, I was told that women were not affected by the drug like men did, which meant that the priestess would have never enjoyed such a violent act.

I replied, “N-no… Ahh… No… I would not…! I wouldn’t enjoy it… Ahh… I would never…”

“But you did love it, didn’t you? Even now, you seem to be enjoying the mere thought of it.”

The warrior was teasing me, and now, he was stroking my erection to make me burn even more. I wanted to tell him the truth about how I did love this, and I would cherish this moment more if there were other men with us. It was too late for me to deny it because my body was reacting undeniably. I loved it so much. I wished he would f*ck me now. I hoped he would put his massive member inside of me to reach my pleasure spot. I wanted him to make me cum.

However, I stopped myself from begging. I kept my body as still as possible, even as my eyes rolled backward in pleasure. I bit my lower lip and answered, “Kkk… Hhh… I… No… Ahh… Aa… Aaaa… M-My Warrior… P-please… I… Haa…”

I was too weak, however. I couldn’t keep quiet. The warrior asked, “What is it that you want?”

“Please… Fck me… Ahh… I… I’m a slt… Please… Make me happy…”

My body remembered this pleasure all too well. I was beyond my limit now. When his fingers left me, I screamed. I knew exactly what I wanted.

“Ahh… Aaa… Please… Thank you…. Aahhh…”

“You would love this even more if it was Camille, right? Trying calling me by his name. Say his name. Say Camille.”

“Ahh… Aaa… Camille… Sevan Camille… Ahh…”

I said his name because I was ordered, but once I did, my heart began to race even faster. If the prince was really here, what kind of face would he have? I didn’t think he would last too long. I remembered his face when I pleasured him with my mouth. Would he love the feeling of being inside of me?

Wait! I had to stop thinking this way. This was too dangerous. This wasn’t Prince Camille. This was Hakim Karid. Just like he did to Hawaki, I knew he would give me up quickly to his younger brother if he’s tired of me. However, he was my master for now. My one and only master.

He lowered his voice, which was filled with lust, “Hmm… Too bad, Juya, because I left Camille where he was. He was telling me what to do, so I left him in his place.”

“Ahh… My Warrior… Ha… I… I know…”

He caressed my back and continued, “Today is the Sacred Day, so Camille would have better luck in the harem. Maybe he can get Hawaki pregnant…”

The warrior moved faster and faster against me. Harder… Deeper… My body, which enjoyed being loved by another man, didn’t care at this point. I didn’t care if he saw me as Hawaki’s replacement. I didn’t care if it was Hakim Karid or Sevan Camille behind me.

I touched myself until I began to cum. My warm, thin semen dirtied the bed as the warrior said to me, “Because…”

Because?

“My brothers who had different fathers than mine… They always told me that… The one who killed the Goddess… He was born to that sl*t… So he doesn’t belong to any kingdom…”

“Ahh… Aa… Aa…”

Hakim Karid was Prince Camille’s own brother. Their voices sounded so similar, especially tonight, and I was in love with it.

“They say… If he is the one who gets the Virtuous Priestess pregnant… Then the new Goddess that would be born from it will be the one with the essences of all the kingdoms… And she will bring peace to the world… Kkk… Ahh… Haa….”

The warrior’s body became rigid as he orgasmed inside of me. My body became full of his semen, and I enjoyed his panting breath. He collapsed on top of me and continued, “So… Hhh… Iztal Juya… You better remember this. Arim Sevan Camille… My bastard brother… He is a child of a sl*t…! No one knows who his true father is…”

He was breathless, and I wondered if it was because of lust or from resentment. When I tried to get up, he pulled me back down.

“Juya, you need to be loyal to me… Not to Camille, but to me… Remember this… You have no choice… It has to be me.”

It didn’t sound like an order but more like a declaration. Or… Was he begging me? There was no need for me to answer. As my body cooled down, I could finally think clearly, and his words began to make sense. I was finished, and I wanted to leave because my body felt too warm and sticky, but it seemed like the warrior was still trying to relax his breathing. I had no choice but to remain as I was. However, I grinned secretly.

“…”

I had to be loyal to him? Well, if this was a question, then my answer would be “no.”