In the humid, floral-scented air of the Garden of Glass, King Valerius sat back on his throne of silk, a silver goblet of wine in one hand and a weeping duchess's daughter beneath his other. He didn't need to look at the maps to know Kaelen was playing a dangerous game.
"Sire," the king's right hand man whispered from the shadows, "The Commander's 'Void Wall' is draining the southern timber trade. Should we investigate the validity of this rift?"
Valerius let out a low, bored chuckle that made the wine in his glass ripple. He reached down, his fingers digging into the hair of the girl kneeling between his legs, forcing her to look up at him. "Kaelen is hiding a flea in his cloak. He thinks he's protecting the realm, but he's just protecting his own shattered pride. Let him have his wall."
He took a long draw of the wine. "If I acknowledge there is no 'Void,' I have to fund a campaign to clear the forest. I have to pay for the lives of soldiers and the ego of mages. But if I let Kaelen lie? The forest becomes a ghost story. It costs me nothing, and it keeps my most powerful hound on a short, guilty leash."
He set the goblet down and stood up, his massive frame casting a shadow over the girls. His cock, thick and dark, was already standing at full attention. He grabbed the girl by her waist and threw her onto her back on the silk-covered marble.
"Kaelen's shame is my profit," he grunted, unceremoniously spreading her legs wide. He didn't waste time with foreplay. He positioned his broad, heavy head at her wet opening and shoved his entire length inside her with a single, forceful lurch.
The girl's breath hitched in a sharp, pained moan as he bottomed out. Valerius began a rhythmic, bone-deep pounding, his hips slamming against her with a wet, heavy slap. "He thinks he's the only one with secrets. But as long as the gold stays in my treasury and the Church stays quiet , I don't care if he's fucking a demon in the woods. But if his secret ever threatens my peace..."
He looked back at the girls, a cruel, hungry smile playing on his lips. "I'll burn his forest and everyone in it just to see the colors the fire makes
He finished with a guttural roar, filling the girl with a hot, thick surge of seed that overflowed and ran down her thighs onto the silk. He stepped away, cold and satisfied, already forgetting the "Void" existed.