The door creaked open, barely a whisper against the lavishly adorned walls.
A figure, cloaked in darkness, moved silently into the room.
The dim light flickered off the rich tapestries and golden accents, casting an almost eerie glow across the room’s opulence.
A young man, his hair a striking cascade of golden strands, was absorbed in a tome bound in dark leather.
The book, ancient and intricately detailed, spoke of past rulers and their legacies.
His eyes, sharp and reflective, seemed to harbor a restless ambition that contrasted with the serene surroundings.
The intruder moved with an ethereal grace, his dark cloak merging with the shadows that danced along the room’s richly decorated walls.
He was a specter of secrecy, his presence barely discernible amidst the luxurious surroundings.
As he approached, the room’s atmosphere seemed to grow denser, charged with an air of silent menace.
The young man’s sharp eyes tracked the figure’s movements with the precision of a hawk.
He closed the book slowly, his expression unreadable as he waited for the figure to speak.
"My lord," the man’s voice was a mere whisper, but it cut through the stillness like a knife, "I bring news of Prince Lucian."
Julius’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued.
"Go on," he commanded, his voice low but edged with an undercurrent of tension.
The figure stepped closer, his presence like a shadow sliding across the room, "Prince Lucian visited Princess Eloise’s residence this morning. He spent some time there before returning to his own Palace."
A moment of silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken implications.
Julius’s mind raced as he processed the information.
Lucian’s visit to Eloise was unexpected, and its timing seemed almost too coincidental.
His thoughts churned with the possibilities of what this encounter could mean, the room’s opulence suddenly feeling like a cage of impending doom.
Julius’s face was a mask of calm, but beneath the surface, his mind was a tempest of intrigue and paranoia. What could Lucian have sought from aunt Eloise?
Julius’s gaze turned steely, his resolve hardening.
The Throne was a coveted prize, but every shadow, every whisper of conspiracy could jeopardize his ascent.
He needed to stay vigilant and uncover any hidden agendas that might threaten his ambitions.
"Continue to monitor the situation," Julius said, his voice icy and deliberate, "inform me of any further developments. I must ensure that nothing jeopardizes my path to the Throne."
The figure bowed in reverence and melted back into the shadows, leaving Julius alone with his dark thoughts.
"So," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a tone of both curiosity and underlying authority, "has your gaze finally turned toward the Throne, Lucian? Are you preparing to challenge what I am destined to inherit?"
He let the words hang in the air, the weight of his unspoken role heavy upon him.
The flicker of candlelight in his eyes betrayed a simmering mix of intrigue and strategic calculation.
...
There wasn’t a part of her he hadn’t claimed, marked with his touch, his taste.
He had taken her mouth, her p*ssy, soaking her armpits, given her facial, and even the space between her t!ts, using her like the perfect plaything she was.
But there was one place he hadn’t yet ventured, one final taboo that still remained untouched.
"Your p*ssy feels so good, Isabella... So f*cking tight... But do you know what I want?" Lucian whispered, his voice husky with desire.
His hands slid down to her a*s, spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her most secret entrance.
"I want to take you here... I want to f*ck your sh!thole, too. You want that, don’t you, my pretty little sl*t?"
Isabella shuddered at his words, her breath hitching.
Her mind was hazy, lost in the fog of her brother’s relentless thrusting, and the thought of him taking her there sent a thrill through her that she couldn’t deny.
"Ahh, Lucian... Yes... I want it... Take me... Take my a*s, too... Please, just f*ck me everywhere...
I’m yours... All yours..."
Lucian chuckled darkly, his blood-red eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Soon... But not yet, sister. This place needs a bit more loosening. But for now, I’m going to make you c*m like this. I want you squeeze my c*ck until you can’t take it anymore," he said, his voice full of wicked promise.
He pounded into her harder, faster, his c*ck driving into her dripping crack with brutal force.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, making her perky breasts bounce and her voice break into breathless gasps and whimpers.
"Ahhh, f*ck... Oh god, Lucian... I’m c*mming... I’M C*MMINGGGGGG...!" Isabella screamed, her body shaking violently as she reached her climax.
Her p*ssy clamped down on his c*ck, squeezing him tight as waves of pleasure washed over her, her juices gushing around his hardness.
Lucian groaned deeply, feeling her spasm around him, his own climax building rapidly.
With a final, powerful thrust, Lucian buried himself balls deep inside her, his d!ck twitching as he released his hot, thick seeds into her waiting womb.
Spurt~ Spurt~
"F*ck... Take it all, Isabella... Every last drop...," he growled, his hips grinding against her a*s as he emptied himself inside her.
His hot c*m filled her up, mixing with her own fluids and dripping out of her, staining the sheets beneath them.
Isabella collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her c*ckhole throbbed, still stretched and dripping from their intense session, her legs spread wide, exposing her gaping, puffy c*nt.
"Lucian... Please... I can’t... I’m so tired... My p*ssy needs a break..." she moaned, her voice weak and pleading.
Lucian sighed, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.
"Alright, sister... You’ve earned a rest," he murmured, his tone softer now.
He gently laid her down, spreading her creamy legs even wider to admire the sight of her thoroughly f*cked and satisfied.
Her pink, swollen folds glistened, drenched in their combined fluids, still pulsing from the aftermath of her intense climax.
The thick, creamy c*m oozed down her inner thighs, slipping between her a*scheeks, and wetting her tight, untouched sh!thole, coating it in a slick mess...