Chapter 91: Beneath The Eastern Skies (4)
Later that night, within the lavish private chambers of the Queen of Loria, the air was thick with anticipation.
The Queen stood before a grand mirror, slowly dressing herself in sensual, flowing garments of deep brown and black silk that clung to her curves and revealed just enough skin to be dangerously inviting.
The fabric whispered against her body as she adjusted the neckline and let her long hair cascade freely over one shoulder.
On a nearby table, she carefully prepared the special aphrodisiac tea, mixing rare herbs and shimmering powders with precise, practiced movements.
The liquid gave off a faint, sweet, intoxicating aroma.
Her husband, the King of Loria, moved around the room under her sharp direction.
He was setting up several invisible recording orbs — small, nearly undetectable artifacts that would capture every word, every gesture, and every intimate moment that was about to unfold.
"Make sure they are perfectly positioned," she commanded, voice smooth but authoritative. "I want every angle covered. Nothing can be missed."
The King worked diligently, though curiosity burned in his eyes.
"I still don’t fully understand why all of this is necessary. The King of Blackwood is already under our control... Why go through such elaborate measures?"
The Queen of Loria let out a sharp, condescending laugh as she finished preparing the tea. She turned to him with a cold, superior gaze.
"Because although we have his mind, it is not permanent, you fool.
My mother’s hold can weaken if we are not careful. That is why we must take every possible measure to ensure he is fully compromised. We cannot afford even the slightest risk."
Her husband nodded obediently, though a flicker of irritation crossed his face.
At that moment, a maid entered the chambers quietly and bowed low.
"Your Majesty," she said respectfully, "the King of Blackwood has arrived."
A genuine, excited smile bloomed across the Queen of Loria’s face — beautiful and full of dark hunger.
She quickly composed herself, giving her husband one final sharp order.
"Stay hidden and make sure those orbs record everything. Do not interfere."
With that, she swept out of the chambers, her sensual dress flowing elegantly behind her.
The maid followed closely, carrying the tray with the specially prepared aphrodisiac tea, ready to serve their honored guest.
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King Blackwood sat alone in one of the smaller, private throne meeting rooms.
Despite the subtle hold on his mind, a lingering sense of caution gnawed at him.
The room was elegant but dimly lit, with rich tapestries on the walls and a heavy scent of incense in the air.
He frowned slightly, fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of his chair.
’Why did I agree to come here alone?’ he thought, a rare flicker of doubt surfacing. ’This feels... wrong.’
He waited, watching the minutes creep by—ten, then fifteen.
With each passing moment, the restlessness inside him grew, twisting tighter in his chest.
His white eyes narrowed in quiet irritation, and at last, he pushed himself up from the seat, having decided it was finally time to go.
Before he could fully stand, the doors opened smoothly.
The Queen of Loria entered with graceful confidence, her brown-and-black silk dress clinging to her body, accentuating every curve.
The maid followed silently, carrying two sets of tea — one for each of them.
At this sight... King Blackwood frowned deeper.
"Where is the King of Loria? I was told this meeting was with him."
The Queen smiled warmly, almost with an air of innocence, as she settled into the seat across from him.
"Apologies for the sudden change... my husband was unexpectedly called away on urgent business. But please, rest assured, I’m more than capable of handling this discussion with you."
She began speaking in a soft, alluring voice, subtly seductive as she leaned forward slightly.
"We have been thinking about the future of this continent... A plan to unite our kingdoms more closely. To become joint rulers and eventually topple the rule of the Academy of Truth.
Together, we could reshape everything."
King Blackwood’s face stayed resolute, making it obvious he wasn’t convinced.
"That’s a reckless and needless ambition. The Academy stands for much more than simply ruling this continent, and... well, we have no desire to be part of such chaos."
The Queen continued speaking elegantly, never pushing too hard, while occasionally sipping from her own cup of tea.
After several minutes of back-and-forth conversation, King Blackwood — seeing her drink repeatedly without issue — finally lifted his own cup and took a slow sip.
And, naturally, his cup was the only one laced with the aphrodisiac. The effect kicked in almost instantly.
A sudden wave of heat spread through his body.
In moments, his thoughts grew slightly hazy as his gaze lingered on the Queen’s full lips, the elegant line of her neck, the way her dress hugged her breasts and hips.
And seeing this, she became more flirtatious, smiling invitingly and shifting in her seat to give him a better view of her body.
Though she continued speaking about the grand plan, her voice grew lower, more intimate.
"Perhaps it would be better if I showed you... rather than speaking about it."
She rose gracefully from her seat, turning slowly so the silk dress flowed and clung to the sway of her hips and the curve of her ass.
King Blackwood, as if hypnotized, stood up almost involuntarily and followed her, eyes fixed on her movements.
"Yes..." he murmured, voice slightly thicker than before. "Show me more about this plan..."
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Hours later, deep into the night, the private royal chambers were filled with the sounds of passion.
From the shadows, the King of Loria watched with a dark, satisfied smile on his face. Hidden recording orbs floated silently around the room, capturing every moment in perfect detail.
On the large, luxurious bed, King Blackwood was thrusting powerfully into the Queen of Loria. Her brown dress was long discarded, her naked body glistening with sweat as she moaned loudly beneath him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Ahh! Yes... just like that!" she cried out, her voice dripping with pleasure. She arched her back, nails digging into his shoulders as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.
"You’re the best I’ve ever had... so much better than my husband! Fuck— I’m cumming again!"
King Blackwood groaned deeply, his movements relentless and driven by the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins.
His white eyes were glazed with lust as he took her harder, the wet sounds of their bodies echoing through the chamber.
All the while, the King of Loria watched from the darkness, his smile widening with twisted satisfaction.
’Perfect,’ he thought. ’Every thrust, every moan... all recorded.’
His mind was already racing with thoughts of how he would later enjoy the Queen of Blackwood in the same way — perhaps even more roughly.
After what felt like an eternity of intense pleasure, both King Blackwood and the Queen of Loria finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and breathing heavily.
The aphrodisiac had done its job thoroughly.
The Queen of Loria, still flushed and trembling, turned toward King Blackwood and snuggled up against his chest as if they were true lovers.
She draped one leg over his and rested her head on his shoulder, a content, blissful sigh escaping her lips.
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The next morning, King Blackwood found himself standing in the grand throne room of the Loria Kingdom, a deep frown etched across his face.
The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
The Ancestor sat upon her raised obsidian platform, pale and commanding as ever. The Queen of Loria stood gracefully beside her, wearing a knowing, satisfied smile.
At the foot of the platform, the King of Loria knelt submissively, pressing reverent kisses against the Ancestor’s feet without shame.
But what truly made King Blackwood’s blood run cold were the large, glowing projections floating in the center of the room — crystal-clear recordings of the previous night’s long hours of passion.
Every explicit moment between him and the Queen of Loria played out in vivid, undeniable detail.
King Blackwood’s white eyes widened in horror and disgust.
His hands clenched tightly at his sides as the sounds of the Queen’s loud, ecstatic moans filled the chamber once again.
The Ancestor smiled — a cold, triumphant expression spreading across her pale face.
"You will agree to our demands," she said softly, almost sweetly. "Or your precious Blackwood Kingdom will fall anyway. The choice is yours, King... but we both know you no longer have any real power here."
The recordings continued to play, the wet sounds and desperate cries echoing mockingly through the grand hall.
King Blackwood stood frozen, the weight of his actions crashing down on him as the Ancestor’s smile only widened.
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