Chapter 8: Lum’Aros Kingdom

First Month of Year 1736, Impius Divisux

~Princesss Sana Cross

A soft moan escaped from her lips as Princess Sana Cross felt his hardness spear into her folds. Her hands traced the curvatures of his chest. Flat. Hard. And well-muscled. Another soft moan escaped from her, this time coming from deep within her throat as Galic Shield thrust harder and harder into her, gaining both fervor and momentum. She met his thrusts perfectly with her own plunges.

“You are the fairest in all the kingdoms of HavenFall,” Galic murmured, his hands tracing her bared back. “None can compare to your beauty, my love.” All the while he spoke his sweet words of love, his hands kept moving across her body with his timed thrusts.

Sana smiled down at him as she felt the roughness of his calloused hands move on to her nipples, stroking them softly, and each stroke leaving a lingering want. “And you are my hero, Galic,” she said, a hand moving to caress his face.

Galic shuddered as the fingers of her hand left tingling sensations all across his cheek. “If this is a dream, I do not wish to wake from it ever again,” he whispered softly.

“And I would hate to wake you from such a sweetest of dreams,” Sana whispered back, meeting a thrust with her own plunge again. Her excitement was slowly building as she traded words while long, deliberate strokes entered her secret sweetness. Their eyes meeting each other all the while, his sky-blue to her pale green.

Sana hummed with pleasure and squeezed him tighter, goading Galic on to thrust quicker and harder into her womb. Soon, words could no longer suffice for the two of them. She moaned louder, each moan setting off grunts from Galic.

Quicker. Faster. In her delights, Sana felt herself being overturned by Galic, and his body pressing down hard into her. Smiling at his boldness, Sana wrapped her thighs around his waist. She clenched them tight. A whisper into his ears. “Faster, love.”

Their tempo increased and Galic thrusted harder into her. He could feel her soft thighs wrapped around his waist, so tightly wrapped that it was as if she had molded herself onto him. Another set of loud moans escaped from her lips. Her mouth lingering near his ears, her face so close, he could feel her faint breaths that came harder and harder.

Galic was delirious now. His eyes closed themselves involuntarily. He no longer had any control. A final thrust and he exploded almost at once inside her warm dampness.

Sana shuddered, arching delights shocking her whole body as she felt his release set off an explosion of her own. Her little toes clenched and her thighs wrapped tighter around his waist as if she was attempting to imprison him. She felt his body protest at the imprisonment only for a few seconds as Galic shuddered in the delights of his release, then his body went still, his eyes closed, and his cock still inside her cunt.

Her arms snaked around his neck gently and her hands cradled the back of his head, slowly stroking the short strands of his blonde hair, so shockingly blonde that it almost looked white if under daylight. Gently, Sana guided Galic to lay down beside her, his face in the cusp of the small curves of her breasts.

“Will you do me a favor, my hero?” Princess Sana Cross whispered into his hair.

“Anything for you, my love,” Galic murmured into her breasts, his voice holding back traces of his satisfaction.

“In a year from now, our Sanctus Alliance, the Twin Crowns Alliance, and the Trinity Alliance will be joining forces to eradicate the Black Hordes.”

“Mmmhm,” Galic hummed his agreement. He knew of the upcoming alliances. “What about it?”

Sana curved a smile, a seductive smile that could have filled a man with lust. She knew that she had been born a beauty, the prettiest out of her three older sisters. And perhaps it wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that she was the most beautiful in the Sanctus Alliance.

So she used her beauty like a warrior would her blade. She had honed it, sharpening it. And her beauty was just one of the many tools available to her, and the most effective of all this sort of society. A society and kingdom where if one wasn’t born with a cock, you couldn’t achieve much. And Sana, obviously, had not been born with a cock. Instead, she had been granted a cunt.

“I wish for you to achieve the position of an Arch-Paladin.” Sana knew that Galic Shield wasn’t an ambitious man. He had stopped climbing up the ladder after having achieved the position of Paladin. He was a lowborn, an orphan abandoned by his parents. Had he not achieved the position of Paladin, Galic would have never been granted a last name to distinguish himself. He would have simply been known as Galic.

“Why?” Galic asked. “I am fine with the way things are now.”

Sana gently caressed the muscles of his back with the tips of her fingers, then the hard knobs of his spine. “So that we can be together, my hero. So that we can be seen together.”

“But we are together now, are we not?”

Sana shook her head slowly, her face the epoch of sadness and her eyes profuse with a feigned sorrow. “We can never be married the way things are now, Galic. I am a princess and my father would never accept us together.”

Galic raised his head from the cusp of her breasts. There was a hardness set in his face now. “It will be difficult, my love. But for you, I will do anything. For you, I will distinguish myself in the war against the Black Hordes a year from now. I promise you this, my love. I will become an Arch-Paladin.” His voice was determined, firm as enchanted steel.

Sana knew that once Galic decided on something, he would never rest until he obtained the desired results. But a promise was far more of worth than a decision was to Galic. To Galic, Sana knew that he would die before breaking a promise.

Lowering her face, she kissed the top of his forehead, her hands parting away the blonde curls of his hair. There was the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead from their lovemaking. It glinted under the dimly lit glow of their room. Salty, his sweat tasted to the tip of her tongue.

Below her, she could feel him swelling once more into hardness. She smiled at that. Just from a kiss to the forehead, he had been aroused again.

Men are such fools, Sana thought to herself.

Even Father with his many whores that were known as Paramours, the name a simple euphemism to cover the fact that they were whores. Whores to a king, but whores nonetheless. Give men a cunt, and they will do anything.

And Galic? He was but another one of the fools that had been lured by her beauty. A sweet fool, but still a fool. Nonetheless, he was an important pawn. Powerful to boot too. The Sanctus God had seen fit to give Galic both the powers of a Magus and the powers of natural born magical gifts.

But the Sanctus God had not seen fit to give me a cock. Instead, he had given me a cunt, Sana thought to herself somewhat more bitterly.

To top it off, she had also been born as the seventh and youngest child of the king, from one of his least loved Paramours. In truth, Sana was only a princess in name--she was the daughter to a king's whore. And that fact had come with its attachments: gossips among the servants, the cold looks from the nobles, and the slights and silken insults along with myriads of other rejections.

Still, in the end, Sana would use her cunt as well as a man would his cock. And if need be, she would use it to rule the Sanctus Alliance, her cunt on their gilded golden thrones. Sana smiled, pulling herself up onto Galic. She met the sky-blue of his eyes once again. “I hold no doubts to the veracity of your promises, my sweet Paladin.”

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AN: Maps have been updated, so if you want to know where this kingdom is , check it out. ;) Might be spoilers though.