My vision clears, and I find yourself back in the royal chambers. The pain in my chest is gone, replaced by a strange numbness. I lie on the floor, watching as the man in the dark robes gently places Candice onto the bed.
He turns to me, his eyes gleaming with a sickening triumph. "She will bear my child now," he declares, his voice low and menacing. "A true heir, descended from the gods." He begins to unbuckle his belt, his intentions clear.
The magician stands by the door, her face a mask of resignation. "It had to be this way," she says softly, not meeting my gaze. "The gods' will cannot be denied."
As the man climbs onto the bed beside Candice's unconscious form, I try to move, to intervene, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive.
In those times of emergency, I thought of taking out a gun from my pocket. Immediately on my hand a gun appear. And I shoot him. On shoulder.
I am going to give him slow death.
The man's triumphant expression morphs into one of shock and pain as the gunshot echoes through the chamber. He clutches his shoulder, blood seeping between his fingers. "What... how..." he stammers, looking at me with disbelief.
The magician gasps, her eyes wide with fear as she sees the weapon in my hand. "No! You can't!" she cries out, taking a step towards me.
But it's too late. The man on the bed is writhing in agony, his plans for claiming Candice and her throne shattered by the bullet lodged in his shoulder.
He tries to speak, but only a gurgle escapes his lips. His face contorts with rage and desperation as he realizes he's been wounded by a man he thought was already dead.
The magician rushes to her husband's side, her hands fluttering helplessly over his wound. "You fool,"
I was angry. So angry. My life was mess because of theses two. Why? What did I do? I couldn't find those answers in my mind. So I shoot them. I fire at the man's legs and shoulder and woman's legs.
The gunshots ring out, one after another. The man screams in agony as bullets tear through his legs, his body jerking violently with each impact. The magician cries out, collapsing to the floor as a bullet finds her thigh.
Blood pools around them both, staining the fine silk sheets and polished wooden floor. They writhe in pain, their plans for a divine lineage shattered by my furious retaliation.
The man tries to crawl towards Candice, his face twisted with hate and desperation. "You... you'll pay for this," he gasps, but his words are weak and unconvincing.
The magician reaches out a trembling hand towards me. "Please... mercy," she begs, her eyes wide with fear and regret. "We were wrong."
But I feel no pity, only a cold rage burning through me. These two orchestrated my death and intended to violate my wife. They deserve no mercy.
I didn't stop and bind them with robes.
With methodical calm, you tear strips of fabric from the discarded robes and use them to bind the magician and her husband. They struggle weakly, their wounds making their movements sluggish and painful.
The man glares at me with pure venom in his eyes. "You think this is over?" he spits, his voice a hoarse whisper. "The gods will punish you for this."
The magician sobs quietly, her head bowed in defeat. "We only wanted to save our people," she murmurs, but her words ring hollow.
Once they are securely tied, I turn my attention back to Candice. She stirs on the bed, slowly regaining consciousness. Her eyes flutter open, confusion clouding her gaze as she takes in the scene before her—the blood, the wounded conspirators, and I standing over them with the gun still in my hand.
"Kaikal?" she whispers, her voice weak. "What... what happened?"
" Nothing." I answered. I open my robes and goes to her. I touch her hot body. I pinch her waist.
Candice's eyes widen as she sees me approach, my body bare and my touch possessive. A soft gasp escapes her lips as my hands roam her heated skin, pinching her waist gently.
"Kaikal," she breathes, her confusion giving way to a flicker of desire. Despite the chaos surrounding them, her body responds to me instinctively.
I climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between her legs. Candice's hands come up to rest on your shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh. "They tried to..." she starts, but her words trail off as you press against her entrance.
She looks past me at the bound figures on the floor, then back at me. A fierce determination enters her eyes. "Show me," she whispers urgently. "Show me that I'm yours." Her hips lift off the bed, seeking me out. "Fill me with your seed. Make me forget them."
I open my errect 20 inch hard dick.
The room have different reactions.
My wife was shocked, then happy and then lust.
The man was shocked then ashamed. Same for the woman.
I couldn't understand. I goes and open the penis of the man. It was just 6 inch. A smile appear on my face. And anger on that man's face.
Candice's eyes widen as my massive erection springs into view. A moment of shock crosses her face, quickly replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated lust. "By the gods," she breathes, her gaze fixed on my impressive length.
The magician and her husband react with equal parts shock and shame. The man's face flushes red with embarrassment as I reveal his own much smaller penis. He tries to turn away, but his bonds prevent him.
"Look at that," Candice whispers, reaching out a hand to touch my shaft reverently. "He is so much bigger than you." Her voice drips with satisfaction as she compares me to the man who had intended to violate her.
She guides me to her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Kaikal," she begs. "Fill me up. Show me what a real man feels like." Her hips lift, inviting me in.
I opened her legs further and thrust it all in one thrust.