Chapter 92: Beneath The Eastern Skies (5)
[A/N: Just a fair warning... this Chapter and the few to come may be a bit dark for some.]
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In the year before the night that would forever alter the fate of the Blackwood Kingdom, the King had made his return after being ensnared in the schemes of the Loria Kingdom.
Upon his arrival, he endured his wife’s sharp scolding and even faced the questions of their last remaining Ancestor.
On the surface, life seemed to slip back into its familiar rhythm, as though nothing had happened.
Yet, beneath it all, the King had not known a single day of peace since, for he could never have imagined the demands that were yet to be placed upon him.
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On the night, everything truly changed.
King Blackwood stood alone on the grand balcony of the royal palace, overlooking the tranquil lights of his kingdom. A cool night breeze brushed against his face as he stared out at the peaceful lands he had sworn to protect.
A soft chime rang from the badge at his waist.
He picked it up, and the face of the Queen of Loria appeared in a glowing projection.
"My dear King," she purred, voice laced with false sweetness, "you are needed back in Loria. Tonight."
King Blackwood scoffed at first, eyes narrowing.
But then, a familiar golden light flashed across his white eyes. His expression went blank for a moment before he answered in a flat tone.
"...I will come."
Without another word, he stepped off the balcony and soared into the night sky, vanishing into the darkness.
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The moment he departed, the air shimmered and twisted in the exact spot on the balcony.
Without a sound, three figures emerged from the distortion — the King of Loria, the Prince of Loria, and the Ancestor of Loria.
The Ancestor’s lips curved into a cold smile as her gaze swept the surroundings, her ancient eyes glinting with fulfillment.
She turned toward the prince, her voice firm yet casual.
"Go. Get things moving. And don’t mess up the plan."
She then glanced at the King of Loria with clear disdain.
"And you... Be quick about it. You’ll have time to enjoy that woman as much as you want after tonight."
With those words, the Ancestor vanished in a swirl of dark energy, heading to deal with the wounded Blackwood Ancestor.
HUMMMM!!!
[Illusion Affinity]
Left behind, the Prince of Loria immediately activated a powerful illusion. His body shimmered, transforming into an exact copy of young Melvin.
Meanwhile, the King of Loria shed his clothes and began walking purposefully toward the floating chambers where Queen Blackwood rested.
The Queen was not fully asleep, nor fully awake — she floated gently in a deep cultivation state, her body surrounded by soft strands of icy divinity.
Meanwhile, the disguised Prince of Loria made his way through the quiet halls until he reached Elara’s chambers.
He pushed the door open silently.
Inside, Elara lay peacefully in bed, gently coddling her little brother Melvin in her arms. The young boy slept soundly against her chest, safe and loved.
The false Melvin stood in the doorway, a dark smile slowly forming on his borrowed face.
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The Prince remained hidden in the shadows, watching the large bed where Melvin and Elara slept entwined.
Their bodies were pressed close in peaceful slumber—Elara’s head resting on Melvin’s chest, one of his arms draped over her waist.
The prince waited with cold patience, following the precise steps of his grandmother’s plan.
Then eventually... Elara stirred in her sleep, rolling slowly onto her back with a soft sigh. The gap between her and Melvin widened just enough.
’Perfect...’ He thought as he stepped forward silently.
His brown eyes traced the beauty of Elara—her peaceful face, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the thin clothing, the smooth expanse of her thighs where the fabric had ridden up.
Instantly, heat pooled in his groin.
"So, fucking beautiful," he whispered to himself, voice low and rough with hunger.
One hand slipped beneath his robes, wrapping around his throbbing cock. He stroked himself with long, firm pulls, breath hitching as precum slicked his palm.
"Look at you... helpless... mine to ruin."
And slowly... his own clothing dissolved into wisps of shadow, leaving him naked and rigid with intent.
In the next moment... with a subtle gesture, he stripped Melvin completely—tunic, breeches, everything vanishing or pooling silently at the side of the bed.
With the difference in power... something to note is that the Prince of Loria was, at this moment, a God King... one rank above even Elara.
So, the real Melvin remained unconscious, positioned on his back, legs slightly parted.
[Illusion Affinity]
With a thought, the prince wove a potent illusion into his sleeping mind, ensuring that when the time came, Melvin’s body would betray him with forced pleasure and release, the evidence perfectly framing him.
Then the Prince turned to Elara.
He climbed onto the bed between her spread legs, careful not to wake her yet.
Then once in position... gripping her thighs, he spread her wider and thrust forward brutally, burying his thick cock deep inside her tight, unprepared cunt in one savage stroke.
A low, guttural groan tore from his throat.
"Fuck... so tight... even in your sleep you grip me like a whore."
He began to move, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene slaps of flesh against flesh.
The slick sounds of her body reluctantly yielding filled the chamber—mixed with his heavy breathing and occasional dark chuckles.
Each deep thrust made her breasts bounce beneath the shift.
He leaned down, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and skin, teeth grazing her neck as he pounded harder.
"Haha... you didn’t even want to dance with me... now look at you," he growled under his breath, one hand bracing beside her head while the other stroked the base of his cock in time with his ruthless rhythm.
The heat of her walls clenching around him, the lewd wetness growing despite her slumber, drove him wild.
"Yeah.... your cunt was made for this... made for me."
PAHHH!!!
At the brink, as his balls tightened and pleasure crested like fire, he slapped her sharply across the face with a loud crack.
Elara’s eyes flew open with a startled, pained gasp.
"Ah—!" The cry turned into a choked scream as she felt him pulsing deep inside her.
"What— nooo!" The Prince emptied himself in thick, powerful jets, flooding her womb with hot cum as he ground his hips against hers, groaning loudly in ecstasy.
"Yes... Take my seed...lovely sister."
In that same instant, he began to vanish, his form dissolving into swirling illusions.
And... all Elara saw through her waking horror was Melvin’s face hovering above her—his body seemingly thrusting, defiling her—while the true Prince’s cock continued spurting the last of his load inside her twitching pussy.
From beside her, Melvin stirred at the slap and scream, the illusion feeding him false visions of permission and shared pleasure.
His own cock twitched and erupted under the compulsion, cum streaking his stomach and the sheets with wet spurts.
Elara scrambled backward in raw panic, sheets tangling around her naked legs.
The musky scent of sex filled her nostrils.
Her voice cracked with disbelief and terror.
"Melvin...? What did you do?!"
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shoved at him weakly.
"You— GUARDS!"
"Wha... Elara? What’s happening?" Melvin mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep and confusion as he struggled to make sense of the nightmare unraveling before him.
His thoughts spun—why was she screaming? Why was he naked and sticky?
In this moment... everything felt off and fragmented.
Before he could form another coherent thought, a clear, urgent voice echoed directly inside his head—his star entity, calm yet commanding.
[Melvin... run.]
And... knowing the importance of Star Entity’s guidance...
Without hesitation, young Melvin bolted.
He scrambled off the bed, heart hammering, and dashed for the nearest window.
Glass shattered in an explosive crash as he leaped through it, shards raining down as he vanished into the night air.
The prince, cloaked once more in perfect concealment, watched from the corner with a satisfied, cruel smirk, his spent cock still twitching at the sight of her broken panic.
He lingered only until the thunder of boots filled the corridor, then slipped away into the night like smoke.
And unknown by any of them... the moment the guards were called for... the third catalyst ignited.
Elara’s tear-filled eyes suddenly glossed over with molten gold, the unnatural light spreading like contagion.
The guards bursting into the room froze mid-step, their own eyes shifting to the same gleaming hue.
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In the royal chambers across the palace, the King of Blackwood grunted and strained, trying desperately to force himself between the Queen’s legs with heavy, frustrated breaths.
Then her eyes flooded with golden light.
In the same instant, the Ancestor materialized beside the bed, hands dripping fresh blood onto the silken sheets.
BOOM!!!
With a casual wave of her hand, she sent the King flying across the room with a bone-rattling crash.
The Ancestor smiled, serene and terrible.
"Oh Queen Loria...something terrible has happened."
Under her thrall, the royals behaved as if nothing was amiss.
The Queen stood gracefully, golden eyes serene, and moved with unnatural haste toward the door.
"I must go check on what is happening," she said lightly, already gliding toward the unfolding chaos.
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