Lena felt so tired that she felt pain all over her body, especially her vagina, which released what had been pent up for years, so after a few minutes of rest she leaned on Daniel's chest and moved her body away from him.
As she did so, a thick liquid came out of her pussy as she moaned in pain, even the color of her slit became redder and swollen.
She stood in front of the bed to pick up her clothes, walking with great difficulty. She secretly cursed Danielle for overreacting and drowning in lust so intense she didn't know if she would come if she did it again.
sight that surprised her. But truth be told, Daniel possessed a stamina rarely found among the men of this world, even among the entire lineage of immortals. He had lost a great deal of blood and hadn't eaten since the morning before.
Lina had expected him to last only one or two rounds, given the torture and hunger he had endured. Yet he had exceeded all her expectations, and his performance had genuinely shocked her, as though he drew strength from the very depths of suffering.
She walked closer to the bed, gazing at him with eyes full of tenderness. She then leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss upon his lips. She didn't want to disturb his peaceful slumber, so she slipped out of the room silently, careful not to sever the thread of his dreams.
The moment the door closed behind her, Daniel opened his eyes slowly and sighed, lost in thought over the events of the day. He clenched his teeth in frustration, cursing himself for giving in to Lina's allure—it might jeopardize his entire plan. Silently, he prayed that his mission would succeed without requiring direct involvement in the chaos overtaking the kingdom.
Elsewhere in one of the dark corridors, Lara waited for Lina, holding a torch to light the hallway. When their eyes met, Lina spoke sharply:
"When he wakes up, tend to his wounds and make sure he eats. He hasn't had anything since yesterday. Is that clear?"
Her tone was stern, leaving no room for debate. Lara bowed her head and replied,
"As you command, my lady."
Lina walked past her and continued on, hiding the pain in her body as if nothing had happened. She appeared just as composed as she had been before entering the room. Yet Daniel's scent clung to her skin, unmistakable and potent. She decided she'd need a long bath before nightfall.
As she walked, Lara's voice echoed through the corridor:
"My lady… have you tamed him? Is Daniel obedient now?"
Lina stopped abruptly and turned toward her. A chill ran down Lara's spine as Lina's gaze fixed on her, icy and dangerous.
"That is none of your concern. Stay out of matters that do not concern you."
There was murder in her eyes and frost in her voice. Lara had never heard her speak that way before. Their bond had always felt like that of sisters—raised together since childhood under the care of Lina's noble family. They were like daughters never born to the same mother.
Lowering her head in shame, Lara said quietly:
"I'm sorry, my lady. It won't happen again."
Lina exhaled slowly, then resumed her walk without looking back. Lara, however, lifted her eyes and cast a cold glance at Daniel's room—hatred blooming in the darkest corners of her mind.
Later that night, as the moon rose to its rightful place and reflected sunlight across the land, the kingdom was bathed in pale silver light. In the king's chamber, the shadows deepened.
Lina lay on a royal bed draped in deep green sheets that radiated calm and serenity, offering a kind of relaxation unlike any other.
In that moment of stillness, the storm arrived—King Karis entered the room with a soft smile, now closer to her than ever before. He lay beside her, watching her sleep, enchanted by the peacefulness of the moment despite the raging wars at the kingdom's borders.
He wanted to preserve this image in his memory, perhaps to draw strength from it if he ever returned to the palace alive. He bent down and kissed her lips gently, and she murmured in her sleep:
"Kiss me more gently… please…"
Her voice stirred something within him, and he kissed her more deeply, sucking lightly on her lips. But she furrowed her brows in pain, and Karis suddenly tasted something metallic. He let his tongue probe further and found blood.
To his alarm, it was trickling down from her lips to her jaw. He quickly licked it away before it could reach her neck, careful not to wake her. After removing the last drop, he lay beside her, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep, hoping to meet her in his dreams—to continue what had begun with a kiss and end in the warmth of their entangled bodies.
The next morning, the sun cast its golden rays upon the fields and grand buildings, dispelling the cold of night with the warmth of its light.
Daniel awoke from his deep sleep, groaning in pain. His wounds had begun to heal; flesh now covered what had once been exposed bone, and the bleeding had stopped. His body was frail—thinner than before—drained not just by blood loss and starvation, but by the energy he had given Lina the night before.
He sensed someone behind the door, hesitant to enter. So he called out:
"Come in. I know you're standing outside."
The door creaked open, and Lara entered, carrying medical supplies and a tray of food.
But what greeted her eyes shocked her. The room was in disarray, a strange scent filled the air, and blood stained the bed and even the floor. Torn clothes were scattered near the bedside, and Daniel—chained to the bed—smiled at her calmly, utterly helpless.
Lara's frown deepened as she took in the chaos. The room reeked of pain, desire, and dominance—an unholy mixture of torment and lust.