King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume 소설 & 이야기

she winked with a smile. Oh, Jesus Christ. Payton moaned. “That is a lubricant,” she pointed to another bottle. “What?” “You can’t tell me you don’t know what it is used for, right? If you don’t, I bet King does.” “And this is perfume. Always wear it before you begin.” “Mum…” King stood up and clasped his hands together. “What?” “It does not sit well with us that you are prying too hard in our sexual life,” he shook his head.

I give her one last look before bounding up the stairs and heading to our room. “So much for no one getting into our Cabin,” I grumble as I pull a turtleneck dress over my head and toss on some house slippers. “What do we do?” I ask Onyx in fear. “The King is on his way. He will help.” He confirms keeping a distance from me. “Don’t want her to smell me on you.” He sighs. “True.” I nod in agreement before walking through the bookshelf door. Before entering the hallway, I spray a small amount of perfume to confuse her senses on my wrists and ankles. “Ready?” He asks at his door. “Ready.” I stride past him and down the stairs.

They were still dirty and covered in dry blood, dirt, and the scent of sex still lingered on many of them. Naham slowly backed out of the tent but yelped when he backed into someone. He spun around, and his heart stopped when his eyes landed on his King. The king’s hands gently gripped his arms, preventing him from falling. His mouth moved, but he couldn't hear him. He was too shocked by what he saw, smelled, and felt. His aura was intense, and his dominance was incredibly strong. The scent of smoke lingered, and he gasped when he saw the king's dragon's eyes. Atticus's eyes swirled with flames as Draven peered out at him.

“I suppose we shouldn’t keep secrets this big against each other, right, since we’ll be wedded soon? Consider this as your warning then: try to touch me again, and your hands will writhe in pain from these poison ivies.” Almost immediately, her head throbbed, and it became harder to breathe. The guiding stones that the knights carried around must be affecting her, but she did not care. She’d rather pass away in the carriage than take his hand into her palms again. “If that is the case, can I ask you for a favour?” the king said from across the clumps of poison ivies that separated them. “Can you make silver roses bloom in here? I kind of missed seeing them. It’s been a long time...”

The scent of my own excitement filled the surrounding air in hopes that we were going to reconnect. I inhaled his toxic scent of vanilla and aged dark rum, bringing past encounters to life and fueling my desire to have him consume me. Realizing how much I had missed my King, all of him, as his herculean body encased mine drawing impossibly closer while deepening the kiss, turning it into something hungry and consuming. His large body shuddered against me, there were no words as his mouth plundered mine. What started as a gentle kiss, a seduction; was quickly turning into a fiercely hot claiming.

I sat on the bed, my dress fanning around me, eyes darting over every detail. Dark furniture lined the walls, heavy and close, crowding the space in a way I’d never felt before. The black king-size bed beneath me glowed under the golden light spilling from above the curtains, its gold-etched designs making it feel more like a throne than a place to rest. Rose petals were scattered across the nightstand and tables, their faint scent mingling with the lingering trace of his cologne, sharp and unsettling, making my stomach drop as if he were just behind me.

I prayed to the dark spirits that the King would not smell the faint scent of ozone from my forbidden magic. "Get up, young lady," King Charles rumbled. His deep voice was smooth, but it carried the raw power of a man who ruled thousands of wolves. I lifted my head slowly, keeping my expression soft, humble, and completely submissive. Charles looked at me, his sharp golden eyes scanning my face, my hair, and my uniform. A small look of intrigue crossed his harsh features. "Your Majesty," I murmured sweetly. "It is an absolute honor to stand in your presence."

She immediately swelled up under his praise, and my hands around his back tightened. "We will proceed as I have instructed. Do you understand?" He added. "Of course my King" she replied, bowed again then went off. "Was she waiting for us here? Or just you?" I asked, couldn't keep the edge from my voice. "Us. I told her to wait for us here" he replied. He pulled me over to the nearest fountain and made me sit, then sat next to me. "The Kings and Queens all smelled different than thought. All unique and have varying degrees of intensities.

A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it. She had no clue what to do with the thing that would touch the back of her throat. His manhood grazed her teeth, he immediately pulled it out of her mouth. Smack Keanna’s head spun, and it stunned her. The guards clutched their weapons tightly and the attendants lowered their heads. Blood trickled down her lip and she was pushed back onto the bed. The King easily spread her legs, she just laid there and lowered her head. He began positioned himself at her entrance, his pre-cum drenched her womanhood. She wanted to vomit from the horrid scent that reached her nose, but if that happened she’d be strung from the castle walls.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.