Chapter 25: Quite of the night

Chapter 25: Quite of the night

In the opulent chamber, a palpable tension hung in the air as Neena found herself in the throes of a moral dilemma. Her thoughts raced, her conscience battling against the weight of her circumstances. The king, adorned in lavish attire, awaited her answer, his eyes piercing her with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

As she contemplated the choices before her, Neena reasoned that it might not be so terrible to appease the king for one more night before returning to her home and her beloved Hector. She knew that her heart belonged to him alone and that her actions in the palace were mere survival tactics. It was a choice made in desperation, a fleeting compromise to ensure her safety.

With a heavy sigh and an inner resolve, she agreed to be the king's mistress for another night, her voice barely above a whisper. The king's eyes lit up with delight as she uttered her decision, and he wasted no time in drawing her near. Neena was soon taken to bed by the king, their bodies were tangled into each other and the room smelled of sex.

As their evening unfolded, a strange sense of detachment enveloped Neena. She was responsive, by moaning loudly, to the king's advances, but her heart remained distant. The king reveled in her newfound eagerness, and their encounter was a passionate, fleeting connection between two souls driven by entirely different motivations. King wasted no time ravaging her body, even though Neena did not like King as a partner but her body was playing along with Louis's body. He took her to bed, on his office table and Neena had as many orgasms as she could. It was heaven at hell for her.

Exhausted and satiated, they eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. The weight of their sex hung heavy in the room.

In the quiet of the night, a soldier rapped urgently on the door to the chamber, startling both Neena and the king from their slumber. Disoriented and disheveled, they listened as the soldier informed them that Marlow was waiting outside.

Neena's heart raced as she faced a new dilemma. She knew she had to wake the king and convey the urgent news. She gently nudged him awake, and he stirred groggily, the effects of their encounter still lingering. The palace, a place of intrigue and secrets, held more challenges than she could have ever imagined.

In the dimly lit room, Neena cowered under the blankets, overwhelmed by the shame of being perceived as the king's mistress. The night had not yet come to an end, but her desire to escape from this compromising situation was unrelenting. Fortunately for her, the king's relentless appetite had exhausted him, and he lay beside her, deep in slumber.

The silence in the room was broken by the heavy steps of an approaching figure. The weight of Marlow's presence seemed to fill the chamber, and Neena's heart pounded in her chest as he entered. His face was etched with a sullen expression, revealing that something of great import weighed on his mind.

Marlow approached the king, who still lay asleep, and attempted to wake him. The king stirred and slowly opened his eyes, his drowsiness giving way to alertness. As he registered Marlow's presence, his initial surprise quickly turned to wariness. Marlow, the king's trusted advisor, was not known for making unexpected, late-night visits.

They began to discuss the matters of the kingdom, particularly the intricacies of a treasure chest. The king responded with vague answers, his attention divided between Marlow's words and the woman concealed beneath the blankets. He glanced at her figure and slowly brought up the sheets, exposing her bottoms, his fingers traveled down, tracing her waist and then he entered fingers into her channel.. Neena who was playing to be asleep moaned as soon as King Louis dug more into her wetness.

However, Marlow's perceptive eyes couldn't help but notice the moaning figure under the sheets, and he couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer. With an inquisitive tone, he asked the king who the lady concealed beneath the covers was.

King Louis, who found himself in a precarious position, hesitated for a moment. A sense of vulnerability crept over him, a rare sensation for the usually confident and powerful monarch. He weighed his options, recognizing that he needed to tread carefully in this moment of unexpected exposure.

Marlow, not one to be easily dismissed, grew more curious by the king's vague response. He leaned in slightly and asked, "Your mistress, sire? From which brothel? Why have I not been informed of her presence earlier?"

King Louis, sensing that Marlow was not one to drop the matter easily, felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. He was not accustomed to answering questions about his personal affairs, particularly those of a more illicit nature. "She's from a palace saw her recently, Marlow, a charming woman. I assure you, there's nothing more to it," he replied, avoiding Marlow's piercing gaze.

Despite his apparent nonchalance, King Louis couldn't help but indulge his lewd desires. As he feigned disinterest in Neena's identity in front of Marlow, his eyes betrayed his true intentions. With a devilish grin, he turned his attention to Neena, his lustful self taking over. He got up from his place and settled himself Between her legs, being sure not to show her face to Marlow, king just entered her. Neena hissed in pain. She knew King wouldn't be satisfied this soon.

Neena, feeling Marlow's stern presence in the room, struggled to maintain her composure. The king's advances continued, his suggestive remarks growing bolder by the moment. Marlow, standing by like an unflinching sentinel, didn't display any shock or surprise at the king's antics, as he had witnessed similar scenes in the past.

Finally, Marlow cleared his throat and said, "Very well, Your Majesty. If this is your choice, I shall not interfere further." He maintained a stoic demeanor, concealing whatever thoughts might have been churning beneath the surface. n-/0velBIn

The king's lecherous gaze remained fixed on Neena, his mind consumed by his base desires. He had successfully diverted Marlow's attention, but his decision to keep Neena's identity hidden only added an air of intrigue to the whole situation.

Neena lay under the silken sheets, her body pressed against the warmth of King Louis, who was beginning to rouse his lustful desires. Her heart raced as she struggled to overcome the fear of the previous night and the mysterious voice she just heard. She dared not open her eyes for fear of what she might see being under the sheets.

As the king's hand began to explore her body, Neena could feel herself trembling. She closed her eyes tighter, trying to escape the situation, hoping that it would be over soon. In her anxious state, her mind raced with thoughts of what would happen next.

Just then, as King Louis leaned in closer, his warm breath against her skin, she heard a faint whisper. "Neena." The voice was barely audible, like a distant echo.

A shiver ran down Neena's spine as she recognized the voice. It was not the king who had whispered her name. She was sure of it. It was a voice from her past, and it sent a wave of confusion and dread through her.

But the king's advances continued, his touch growing more insistent. Neena had little choice but to go along with it, for she knew the consequences of resisting. The night seemed never-ending, and she felt as though she were caught in a never-ending nightmare.

Eventually, as the king's desires were sated, Neena felt exhaustion wash over her. Her body ached, and she longed for a moment of peace. As King Louis drifted into slumber, she too succumbed to the drowsiness that had been tugging at her for hours.

In the quiet of the night, with the palace shrouded in darkness, Neena's thoughts were a jumble of fear, confusion, and a gnawing sense of foreboding. She had accepted the king's proposition earlier, but now, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her in this place of opulence and secrecy.

With these heavy thoughts weighing on her mind, Neena closed her eyes, her body finally finding some respite as sleep overcame her, taking her away from the harsh reality that had unfolded in the royal palace.