Galvestone Imperial Palace.
Kyron has been seated at the head of the table, watching the council members talk all morning.
Neither of them seemed to have said what he had interest in, until
"We should go after Decreash; the king wishes to take his revenge for the death of his daughter, Yumi, and granddaughter, Katie."
Lydia suddenly said, and everywhere became silent.
Kyron's gaze immediately snapped in her direction; it was as though she had read his mind.
"Go after them? It is said that Ragaleon has grown more powerful with each passing day; it would be foolish to invade Decreash."
A man in his early forties named Faham rattled with a high-pitched voice.
"But if the king wants revenge, it should be made known to Ragaleon that there is a king on this earth just as powerful as he is."
Lydia purred, and Kyron directed his gaze to her, and she smiled seductively.
Lydia, whom Kyron had brought along with him from camp, has become a thorn in the flesh of his council members.
Her words were like enchantments; she would counter anything good they had to say and make it seem as though she was always on Kyron's side.
But the truth was that she was doing more harm than good.
"Woman, you will keep quiet!
Faham said, giving her a dreadful gaze.
"Your Majesty, I do not understand why a woman sits among us while we are discussing politics."
Another of the council members, Lucan, one of Kyron's most loyal advisors, said, But he had since lost favor in the sight of the king the day he fought a soldier at the camp in the wilderness."
"Being a woman doesn't limit her from having a say in matters that concern the realms. You can testify that she has been of good use to us.
She knows the route and paths around Nehoviah that can lead to other kingdoms without being spotted."
Kyron said with a gruff tone while tapping his index finger on the table. Lydia smiled faintly and was about to say something when Kyron interrupted…
"This meeting is dismissed."
His voice boomed throughout the room, startling everyone seated at the table, everyone except for Lydia, of course.
All this while Lydia had her eyes on Lucan, her penetrative gaze fixed on him lecherously.
She was so indulged in her thoughts, she didn't realize Kyron had been glancing at her open cleavage from time to time.
Her provocative dress seemed to have caught his attention, contrary to what she had wanted.
The affection Lydia wanted was from Lucan, the young able man, who had pricked her interest.
For a fleeting moment Lucan, the king's personal advisor, noticed her stray gaze; he could feel it but chose to ignore it.
A few minutes later the door to the council room opened with a loud groan, and all the council members, including Lucan, stepped out with nothing but contempt written all over their faces.
Lydia was the last to step out; immediately she found herself face-to-face with a guard.
"You have been summoned to the king's chamber."
Declared the guard, Lydia's face was expressionless, but soon a sly smile crept up on the corner of her cherry lips.
She made her way to Kyron's chamber, her chest puffed out in pride, the dress pressing against her cleavage, threatening to rip apart.
Her red hair swerved effortlessly as she walked.
Soon she found herself standing right in front of Kyron's chamber, eye-to-eye with the guard in front of it.
The guard moved aside, and she stepped in, closing the door behind her.
Inside the chamber was warm and inviting, the curtains were drawn closed, and the few candles lit up in the room illuminated the place.
"Your Majesty?"
Lydia called out, her eyes searchingly roaming around the room.
Suddenly, able hands from behind encircled her waist.
She was taken aback by this lewd action…
"Your…your Majesty…"
She stuttered, but he was already doing things to her; he brought his hot breath to her neck, then planted several kisses on her earlobes.
Lydia's breathing pace shot up, and she found herself trying to resist his touch.
"You know… I have always been a man of my word."
Kyron said, pressing his body against hers from behind. Lydia swallowed hard, then gasped when she felt his hands sink under her dress.
"I made a promise to my wife that I will have nothing to do with you, yet here I find myself wanting to hear you scream my name in bed."
He whispered, and Lydia snorted inwardly; she suppressed her disgust and managed to replace it with a welcoming but confused countenance.
"This is not right, your grace. Queen Wimma has just started to see me as a friend; this would be the height of betrayal."
She said, but felt his touch intensify.
"She would have to get used to the betrayal then; it will be happening more often."
He said, sliding his hands under her gown.
Lydial yelped, her breath rising and falling in ragged paces. When she felt his hand touch her wet spot, she trembled, her knees growing weak.
Then he began to massage it, allowing his fingers to stroke it effortlessly.
"Ohhh! Huhhhh!
She cried out in a desperate moan, throwing her head backwards, as she allowed Kyron to fingerfuck her like a whore.
She wanted more, so she began to move her hip joint against his hand, screaming in ecstasy.
"Ahhh! Don't…stop! Fuck!
She moaned, but then he suddenly stopped; contrary to what she wanted, she was already approaching her climax.
"Why did you stop?"
She asked, heaving, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.
Kyron made her turn around to face him, and his eyes landed on her cleavage, the very thing that had led to this illicit encounter.
With a single hand he undid her dress, and it slipped down, pooling at her feet. He tore off the inner dress, and immediately her tits sprouted out, bouncing against her chest.
Lydia marvelled at his strength; for a man in his late fifties, he sure had a lot of zeal.
He seized both her breasts, and Lydia cried out in pain; he was manhandling her.
He pressed both breasts together, feeling them against his palm; his fingers began to work around the nipples, twisting and pinching them.
"Ohhh! Huh…huhhhh, that feels…"
Lydia choked on her saliva as he dealt with her tits, massaging and smashing them with his hand.
Then suddenly one of his hands glided down her stomach, paused at the belly button, and then continued downwards until his hands now brushed her genital hair.
He played with the hair on the lips of her pussy for a while, tangling it with his hands.
Lydia tried to move about; she wanted his hands inside her. But he grunted, then smacked her ass, and she stayed put.
He taunted her for a while, and her body began to vibrate with insane pleasure; she cummed multiple times while crying out in between her moans.
Suddenly his hand began massaging the lips of her pussy; they were wet and soaked up with her juice, ready for him.
Lydia went mad with pleasure; she had tried to hold herself back from shouting, but she didn't care anymore; she screamed like some mad dog.
He spanked her ass once more.
"Move!
He said, then pushed her towards the bed and made her bend over, her ass facing him, his hands still between the lips of her pussy.
With his other hand he undid his pants, then began to stroke his hard rod while still fingering her.
He stroked her clit and pressed it with his thumbs, increasing his pace with every stroke, his hand dripping with her juice.
Lydia cummed hard, spilling her juice on the bed and partly on the floor beneath Kyron's feet. She had hardly recovered from that when she felt something huge dive into her core.
Already she was exhausted; Kyron had taunted her for too long, enjoying the foreplay. But now she had no strength to scream, so she hummed and moaned silently.
The bed creaked under their weight, syncing with the rhythm of their sweaty bodies.
Moments later, they both landed breathlessly beside each other, glistening with sweat mixed with their cum.
She took a while to recover, then rose from the bed and got dressed .
By the time Lydia stepped out, the fake smile on her face strained, it was replaced with disdain.
Of course she had enjoyed it, but now her legs arched, and she could barely walk without staggering.
She placed her hand on the wall to support herself as she walked along the hallway, hissing in pain with each step she took.
"Lydia."
She heard someone call her name. She paused, her eyes turning cold. She recognized that voice.
"Your Grace?"
Lydia swallowed hard, then turned towards the direction of the voice.
Standing a few steps away was Wimma.
"Is it true, what I hear?"
Wimma asked and began to slowly make her way towards Lydia, her gown trailing behind her.
Her presence commanded elegance and power; each click of her shoe against the marbled floor echoed faintly.
"What have you heard, your grace?"
Lydia pretended as though she was clueless, but in fact she wanted to hear Wimma say the words herself.
"You fucked my husband!
Wimma snarled, with gritted teeth.