Chapter 9

• It dawned on her that Arthur was not dressed like a king as she strolled beside him and observed how people were staring at them. She gave him a tap. "Is this a fun way to go out?"
• He chuckled. "I want people to respect and avoid me, but I do not want them to know that I am their king."
• She grinned and thought, "Better for you, since it will soon be known by everyone that the throne is not rightfully yours." He nodded when she told him, "It is okay to dress up in order to meet people."
• Pausing, he gestured toward the bar. “Let's have a drink. It will be enjoyable to discuss drinking outside the palace for the first time in a while.”
• She gave a shoulder shrug. "I can not carry you to the palace if you are drunk; I just hope you can handle emptying multiple bottles."
• "If I get drunk, I will just sleep in there because we will pay for a room there." Though she did not think it was amusing, he thought it was.
• “What about your mother? Won't she be mad at you?” She inquired, knowing what type of parents he had.
• His expression flickered back and forth. "No one has the right to treat me like a slave because I am the King. If they believe I am too young to be king, then why did they crown me?"
• She responded with a nod. "I keep wondering if you are their pawn or biological son because you are old enough to be the King."
• He took a bitter swallow. Regardless of how close they are, there is one thing she must not know about him.
• "And where did you get that bracelet? Like, do you remember who gave it to you?" With her hands behind her, she inquired.
• He gave a head shake. "Her face has faded from my memory. I have not laid eyes on her in the past eighteen years. I only hope she is alive somewhere."
• “Eighteen years? That is precisely how long I gave it to him. Does this bracelet have a similar model in this pack? But mother said that it's just it….” she sighed deeply. “She must be mistaken. They look alike.”
• “Are you jealous? Are you afraid I will abandon you if she comes back to me?" he inquired, capturing her attention.
• She fixed her gaze on him. Is he even aware that this lady has no love for him? "Before she returns, I will already be the crowned Luna, so she can just be your consort," she snapped at him, aware that he is not being his Luna for love, but for what belongs to her. "That is, if she finds you alive when she returns." she reflected, smiling.
• “What's funny?”
• “Let's keep going. I would like to test liquor." She grabbed his hand this time, and they continued to move.
• They went to one of the bars, paid for a room, and were served with the best liquor. She filled her cup and his, then placed them on the table. “Let's play a game!”
• He lifted his face. “What game?”
• "Show that you are a man by drinking until the evening without getting drunk," she said, and he laughed. “Is this a joke or what? You want to compete with me?” He took the cup of liquor, emptied it, and then filled it again. "I am afraid you will not even recognize me when you are drunk," he laughed.
• The game commenced.
• After three hours, they were still drinking, ordering, and paying for more. After five hours, Freya was already on the floor, staring at the ceiling with dazed eyes. “I hate what I did, maybe to just forget my past for now by being drunk…..but an assassin isn't supposed to be this way in case of untimed danger.” she thought and turned to see Arthur staring at her with half-eyes open.
• He was so drunk that he couldn't even fall again.
• “Come here, lie beside me so you won't get lost,” she said to him, still afraid that Flarry would be monitoring their moves and would show up to attack them. The door was locked when she looked at it.
• Arthur pushed his ass toward her and laid down after attempting to stand but failing. "You have a familiar scent. Who exactly are you?”
• "I ought to ask as well. I perceived this scent years ago,” she replied and swallowed her saliva.
• He spun around and threw his arm across her posterior as they faced one another. "You are really gorgeous."
• She grinned. “I am a devil!”
• Holding each other, they both laughed.
• That scent, they inhaled every bit of it like the aroma coming from food.
• He pressed her against him, drawing their faces closer until their lips pressed together. He kissed her lips, thinking she would squeak her face, but she refrained. Instead, she firmly grasped him, accepting the kiss.
• As they passionately kissed, they ingested each other's saliva.
• Their mouths were velvety and warm, splitting open just enough to let their tongue slide in. Their lips pressed together, their bodies pressing fiercely against each other as they breathed heavily.
• She clung to him more tightly and responded by sucking on his lips.
• With his hands lowered, he gradually lowered her dress as his lips filled hers with excitement. They found themselves fully nude in front of one another in a matter of seconds, but at that moment, sating their cravings was all that mattered.
• He was on top of her, making her lie on the ground and stare at his face. With his face bowed, he trailed kisses from his earlobe to her nipple, sucking as if his life depended on it.
• She was so excited that it overwhelmed her. The sensation of having her nipples sucked made her groan silently. She could attest that she would not want a scotch to it because it was her first time experiencing it.
• He sent signals to her body's orgasms as he suckled, bit, licked, and caressed her nipples.
• He traced his hand slowly to her lower abdomen, then to her pussy. The moisture content was so high that he would not need to exert much force to slide his penis inside. He massaged her clitoris and attempted to stick his finger in her pussy, but he was unsuccessful.
• "Shit! You're a virgin,” he uttered and all she could do was to nod. That should not be enough to cause him to give up halfway through, right? She would not even let that happen because he had already awoken her feelings.
• He spread her legs wide for easy access while stroking his dick. Even on his knees, he was still stumbling and his head was heavy, but he could see the entrance clearly and was eager to get inside.
• Her eyes followed him as he positioned his dick on her vagina, rubbing it gently enough for her to lick her lips before gradually pushing it in so she would not experience much pain.
• She was going to push him away, but instead she was scratching her finger on the ground because she was enjoying the pain. She still did not want that dick out of her, but she wanted it to stop. She clung to the discomfort, savoring the pleasure until his dick's half-length was inside of her.
• “Yes! I got it….I got it….now.” he smiled.
• He slowly slides in and out of her. Their emotions were stirred by the slick sound it produced.
• Soft moans escaped her throat, and her eyes closed. She came several times, allowing his dick to slide in more easily.
• He gradually increased his speed. Banging her honeypot like no other while nearing the climax.
• Her mouth was agape as she realized that moaning would not express how she felt. She clung to the floor, breathing deeply. By now her legs were trembling and she just wanted to be this way with him.
• “Gosh! I'll continue even if I cum…” he uttered with his eyes shut while hitting the right spot.
• She nodded. She does not want to come to a halt either.