Chapter 84 Much Needed Respite (R18)



July 13th, 1796 in the city of Florence. Napoleon was having lunch with the Grand Duke of Tuscany, Ferdinand III, in the opulent dining room of the grand ducal palace. The room was adorned with exquisite chandeliers, fine tapestries, and a long, polished mahogany table set with an array of delectable dishes.

As Napoleon and Ferdinand sat across from each other, surrounded by their respective entourages, the atmosphere was a mix of formality and curiosity. The Grand Duke regarded the young French general with a mix of awe and wariness, knowing the reputation Napoleon had built during his swift military campaigns.

"I must say, General Bonaparte, your victories and the speed with which you have conquered much of Italy have been nothing short of remarkable," Ferdinand commented, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of caution. "How can one be so young yet accomplish so much?"

Napoleon smiled graciously, appreciating the Grand Duke's admiration.

"Thank you for the praise and the hospitality that you have shown to me thus far," Napoleon said before sipping his wine.

Over the last few weeks, Napoleon had marched through the Duchy of Modena, the Papal States, and the Grand Duchy of Tuscany, where he had levied significant financial contributions, totaling more than 50,000,000 francs, from these states, which found themselves unable to resist.

And also in the last month, Napoleon had pushed General Beaulieu out of Italy and has now been replaced by General Count von Wurmser. Also, an interesting development happened in Mantua. General Augereau, the one he had tasked to siege Mantua received the vital cannons that were transported over the sea. It means that Ciela had done her job splendidly and eliminated Horatio Nelson in the process.

"General Bonaparte," Murat leaned forward and whispered to his ears.

"What is it?" Napoleon whispered a reply.

"Uhm...there is a visitor you would love to see," Murat informed.

Napoleon glanced over his shoulder and saw Ciela, elegantly dressed in a lavender gown with black lace accents, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. Her head was adorned with a fashionable hat adorned with delicate rose embellishments. A smile spread across Napoleon's face as he realized the visitor Murat had mentioned.

"Ciela," he whispered, his eyes filled with delight. He rose to his feet and made his way towards her.

Napoleon had not seen her since March, and the first thing he longed to do was to embrace Ciela and shower her with affection. As he closed the distance between them, he held her tightly in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"Ehem..." Ferdinand cleared his throat, getting Napoleon's attention. "Uhm...General, who is that lady?"

Napoleon broke away from the embrace, his face flushed with both happiness and slight embarrassment. He turned to face the Grand Duke, Ferdinand III, with a warm smile.

Napoleon couldn't control himself anymore and pushed her to the bed, ripping off her dress and revealing her smooth alabaster skin underneath. He lowered his head to her breast and began sucking on it, eliciting a moan from Ciela's lips. Her hands made quick work of his shirt and breeches, scratching Napoleon's back roughly as she pushed him further onto the bed.

Napoleon himself undressed her quickly, tossing the torn pieces of fabric away. Her body was so soft, so gentle, and her skin was so smooth. He lowered his head to her belly, taking her panties as a prize. Ciela moaned as Napoleon began to kiss her body, leaving her drenched with pleasure.

He paused for a second, removing his breeches and revealing his hardened shaft. He lifted Ciela's legs and pushed himself inside her, filling her with his hot spasming cock. Ciela let out a moan of pleasure as she felt herself being filled with his warm cock. He began thrusting into her slowly, driving her to become wet and ready for more.

Napoleon's hands gripped her hips as he panted heavily, trying to resist the urge to thrust harder when he was inside her. He licked her nipples, sucking them gently as he slowed down his thrusts.

Ciela tugged at his hair, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened. Moments later, Ciela felt herself being filled with hot cum as Napoleon released it inside her.

Napoleon slowly pulled out his shaft which was drenched with Ciela's juice and his semen. She found it enticing and so she rose to her knees, a smirk crossing her beautiful face.

Ciela bent down and began sucking his cock, cleaning it with her mouth.

She made a slurping sound as she cleaned his cock, tenderly sucking it as if she was trying to milk it.

When she was done, she looked up to Napoleon and met his gaze.

"Satisfied?" Ciela asked.

Napoleon nodded. "Very."

They lay down together on the bed, with Ciela's head resting gently on his chest.

"Darling, next month, I will be hosting a lighting ceremony in Paris to demonstrate the light bulbs. We are building the first power plant as we speak."

"Really?" Napoleon smiled. "I can't wait to see that."

"That's why you must finish your war here okay? Not that I'm rushing you or anything."

Napoleon chuckled softly. "You don't have to tell me that. When are you going to return to Paris?"

"Tomorrow morning," Ciela replied. "How about you? When are you going to leave this place?"

"Tomorrow also," Napoleon answered. "I can't linger in this place any longer as at any moment, the Austrians might launch an attack. And when that happens, I have to be there."

The two settled into a comfortable position and enjoyed the silence, their fingers intertwined with each other. For Napoleon, this was a much-needed break for him.