Semua Bab Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Bab 721 - Bab 730

She was quiet for a few seconds, trying to determine which moment I was referring to, her breasts shaking a little from the motion of the bus. "What do you mean, it was you?""We switched rooms. I was with you, Connor was with his Mom."She was silent. Her face slowly flooded with color, blushing and blushing."You mean..."I nodded. Mom turned away, looking somewhere else and I fell silent.I opened the book again and read one of the last paragraphs of the first chapter before shoving it into my backpack."All doubts of mothers immediately disappeared as soon as they tasted the sweet, young love of their sons. This love was nothing compared to what their old, incapable husbands could give them."=Life went on. We never discussed what happened. Neither of us wanted to. Connor stopped going to school for some reason and I didn't see him for a long time. I wanted to curse him, but maybe there was a silver lining to it all.I sank into the book, studying the contents for myself. With ea

Everyone had gathered outside the queen's chambers - guards, entourage, and servants, except for the counselors. Darian stood aside, closer to the corridor walls, lost in thought. The childbirth lasted for several hours, stretching into the early hours of the morning.For some reason, he remembered the old rumors about the King's mistresses who had died during childbirth due to the enormous size of their newborns. Only Queen Nymira was able to give birth to the King's offspring. It was probably just a myth propagated to make people believe that Inglud was not an ordinary man but possibly a demigod. To be honest, it was not so hard to be fooled, considering all of the King's sons and daughters were indeed huge. Queen Nymira's procreative abilities were undoubtedly worthy of attention and praise.Finally, the king emerged from the queen's chambers, wiping his sweaty hands with a cloth handkerchief, and glanced at the shocked and timid crowd that had fallen silent. The king needed to spe

"May I come in, my prince?" It was Narim, his oldest friend and second counselor. Darian felt a small sense of relief at the sound of his voice. Narim had always been there to help him since childhood.Narim and Lokir, the other counselor to the king, were constantly at odds with each other, always arguing and finding counterarguments to each other's words. Despite their mutual animosity, however, the king considered them both invaluable servants to the kingdom."You may come in," Darian said, grateful for the distraction.An old man with deeply wrinkled skin and short white braids shuffled into the modest chamber, his movements sluggish. It was Narim's father, an esteemed counselor in his own right, who had served the kingdom for decades."Congratulations on the birth of your brother, my prince," Narim said as he entered the chamber.Darian scoffed. "I'm not the one who should be praised. Congratulate the king since he's the one who conceived the child."Narim looked at Darian with c

HORSEBACK RIDINGThe next morning, as Prince Darian stepped out onto the palace grounds, he was surprised to see Queen Nymira already waiting for him with their horses saddled and ready to ride. Despite what happened, she had not canceled her offer of a horseback ride.But still as they ventured into the woods, an eerie silence hung between the two. Nymira kept her distance, wordlessly leading the way while Darian trailed behind on his stallion. Despite the tension, Darian couldn't help but notice how regal and poised she looked in her riding outfit, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her dress was made of the finest silk, the fabric shimmering in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. A simple leather belt cinched in at the queen's waist, giving the dress a flattering silhouette while still allowing for ease of movement as she rode. Her hair was swept up in a loose bun, a few tendrils framing her delicate features. Despite the ornate nature of her a

Finally, he looked up at her with a fierce intensity in his eyes. " Don't fight it. I know who you are," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I also know how I feel. I love you, mother." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning.Suddenly, she protested, "No, that's enough." The mood shattered like a fragile glass. "You crossed the line, Darian"But before she could say more, the chamber door burst open, and the king stormed in with Braga and a dozen knights in tow. "What's going on here?""I just came here to visit my brother and mother," Darian said, but it was clear that the king was not interested in hearing his side of the story."I told you he was here, king " Said Braga."Did you touch h