She never had the opportunity to be with a man other than her husband. Her family was strict and conservative, and she grew up in an environnt where she never actually had a man in her life.
Once she grew up, her family introduced her to her future husband. They fell in love: she was drawn to his charisma and status, while he was captivated by her beauty. Following her family's orders, she married him.
As a result, her first intimate encounter was with her husband. This limited her perspective on n, leading her to idealize him. She believed he was the most handso and virtuous man in the world, while others seed inferior.
The Pri Minister looked at her innocently, asking, "Are you serious?"
She nodded, her voice hesitant. "I... I just can't believe what you're saying," she confessed, then recounted the events of the past two days. She'd spoken to her maid and friend, and they'd both confird his words.
The Pri Minister intentionally changed the subject, "We'll address that later, but right now we need to discuss more pressing matters."
She looked at him sternly. "No, this matter is directly related to my pregnancy, and those were
your
words. Now, you must tell everything I need to know
right now
."
The Pri Minister offered a wry smile. "Alright, I'll tell you everything, but first, hear out." She nodded, her curiosity changing into uneasiness as she yearned for answers.
The Pri Minister pulled out a rare, crimson stone and placed it in her hand. "This object is highly coveted and incredibly dangerous. If its existence were to beco public knowledge, it could incite chaos and even loss of life. To put it bluntly, this is a forbidden thing."
The Pri Minister gazed into her intently listening eyes. "I'm doing this for your sake and for your husband's. He's a friend of mine, but rember, no one must know you possess this not even your husband."
She nodded, trusting his words. He continued, "Whenever you bathe, place this stone in the water. Then, hide it carefully so no one discovers it. It will gradually dissolve, infusing your body with its power, enhancing your fertility. Be sure to engage in intimacy with your husband during these tis."
She examined the tiny stone, no larger than a man's fingernail. Though she didn't understand its nature, she could sense a strange power emanating from it.
The Pri Minister smiled, content. He had just given her the Blood Stone, an artifact designed to corrupt her soul. This particular stone was specifically crafted for her, or any woman desperate to conceive a child.
The truth, however, is far more sinister. The cruelty inflicted to create a single Blood Stone is enough to sicken the soul. The horrifying thods employed to produce these artifacts will leave a bitter taste in the mouths of many.
She clenched her fist around the Blood Stone and looked at the Pri Minister, who was about to leave. "Where are you going? We're not finished yet."
The Pri Minister smiled enigmatically. "I know what you want to ask, but now is not the ti. For now, focus on your fertility and follow my instructions. We will et again." With that, he left.
"Wait," she began, wanting to ask more, but stopped, knowing it would be futile.
In the following days, she followed his instructions, bathing with the stone and engaging in intimacy with her husband, all in the hope of conceiving a child. However, a growing unease gnawed at her as she wondered about the size and shape of other man's Dragon, and whether they truly resembled the descriptions shared by her friend and maid.
For the first few weeks, she managed to suppress her curiosity. However, after three months, her desire grew too strong to ignore. She devised a bold plan. Her maid's teenage son, a young and innocent boy who occasionally helped his mother at the mansion, presented the perfect opportunity.
While occasionally helping his mother in the kitchen, he had recently reached adulthood and often stole quick glances at her. She was aware of his interest but chose to ignore it. She sensed no malice in his gaze, only a timid admiration that she sotis teased him about.
That evening, with her husband out and the maid's son on the estate, she struggled to control her growing curiosity. Seizing the mont when her maid was out shopping and her son was called to assist, she summoned him to her bedchamber.
Though there were other maids, her personal maid held a more significant role. Her son, like any inexperienced teenager, felt nervous in the presence of the royal guard's wife.
The royal guard's wife, waiting in her bedchamber, saw him enter. "Close the door," she instructed. He complied, standing by the door, awaiting her next command.
"Don't just stand there," she said. "Co closer." He nodded timidly and took a few steps forward. Seeing this, she insisted, "Co here, right in front of ."
He obeyed, moving closer to her bed. She was laying on her bed, her gaze fixed on him. He was tall and lean, a typical teenage build.
This was the first ti she had entertained such intimate thoughts about a man other than her husband. She relished the power dynamic, enjoying the way she could control the young man. She often teased him, and he always responded with timid obedience.
This ti, however, her thoughts took a darker turn. She imagined the possibilities, the power she held over him. "There's sothing I want from you," she began, her voice low, "sothing we have to keep between us, a secret between only the two of us. Can you do this for ?"
He t her intense gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, understanding the gravity of her request. "Rember," she emphasized, "not even your mother."
He was bewildered, unsure of what was happening, but couldn't refuse her. She was his employer's wife, and he harboured feelings for her, making it impossible to deny her request.
His face flushed as he stood close to her. She wore a revealing nightgown, designed to arouse him and excite his dragon. "Len," she purred, "can you show what you're hiding in your pants?"
His heart pounded in his chest, his face flushed a deep red. Len, a virgin, had only ever glimpsed a woman's cleavage from afar. Now, here he was, standing before the woman of his dreams, the royal guard's wife. Her words sent a shockwave through him.
"Madam, this..." he stamred, his voice barely audible.
"Didn't you hear ?" she demanded. "I said, show what's inside your pants."
He tried to hide his growing erection, his voice trembling, "There's... there's nothing."
She rose and sat before him, her hand reaching out to unbutton his pants. His body froze, his erection growing more pronounced with each movent. She gasped when she saw it, her face re inches away, the scent of his arousal filling her senses. Her eyes widened in surprise.
Unlike her husband's dragon which was size of her middle finger, Len's dragon was thick and bigger, sa size as his father's dragon, as her maid had described.
"So, the Pri Minister was telling the truth," she mused, her subconscious guiding her hand to grasp his erection.
"Ah... madam," Len moaned, his body trembling as her soft touch ignited a fire within him. He could feel his desire growing, responding to her every caress.
She slowly traced the length of his aroused dragon, her eyes fixated on him, a storm of intimate thoughts swirling in her mind. Her hands trembled with anticipation, a dampness growing between her thighs.
A wave of heat washed over her, igniting a fire within her. Her initial plan had been to simply satisfy her curiosity, to glimpse his dragon and send him away. But now, a strange compulsion drove her to continue, to explore the depths of her own desire.
As she began to stroke him rhythmically, mories of her husband's less impressive dragon surfaced. "This is so different," she mused, her fingers struggling to grip his substantial size. "My husband's dragon was so thin and easy to grip in one hand."
She then tried with a two-hand, her movents becoming more vigorous as she jerked his dragon. "This is better," she thought, feeling a surge of pleasure as she tightens the grip.
Len gasped, "Miss... Miss..." But before he could utter another word, a wave of warm curd erupted from the mouth of his dragon, filling her face and chest. The intensity of his climax was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that seed to last for an eternity.
As she struggled to wipe the liquid from her face, so of it seeped into her mouth, a strange, salty taste filling her senses.
Her right eye was completely obscured, the world a blurry ss. She was stunned, her mind racing as she tried to process the sudden turn of events. The room was now filled with the potent scent of his male desire, a heady aroma that was both intoxicating and repulsive.
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