Queen Of Adis

*WARNING: M.A.T.U.R.E CONTENT! PLEASE STOP AND DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU DON'T WANT INAPPROPRIATE WORDS, VIOLENCE, SMUT OR EXPLICIT S.E.X SCENES. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.*

"Greetings to the almighty King of Umbra. I am princess Shamoon Hanaa Maloof-Efraim. It's my honor to meet you again, Your Majesty."

Adis just simply nodded at Ilyas' first wife. But after a brief moment, he creased his forehead in confusion. "You have a beautiful name, and yet, Ilyas is calling you with a different one. Why?"

Hannah just gave him a shy smile while Ilyas snickered.

"In my country, Hannah means favored and kind. So, I decided to use that as my endearment to her." Ilyas patted Adis' shoulder then grinned like a hyena. "It's time for some action on my side, Your Majesty, so I will leave now."

"What happened to being in love? As this King sees it, you are just a horny dog. How disgusting!" He gritted his teeth towards Ilyas, careful not to offend the lady in front of him.

"Nah! A single dog like you will never understand. Come and talk to me once you see your fated mate, you gloomy King." Ilyas turned around and left after throwing insults to his friend.

Adis was tempted to take the treasures he brought as a gift for him. Since the horny dog didn't even take the time to check on it, he might as well bring it back home.

As though Ilyas could read Adis' mind, he exclaimed loudly without turning back, "Hey, you stingy King, don't you dare touch my gift. Since it already touches the grains of my desert, whatever you brought is already mine."

As Ilyas continued walking towards his new wife's chamber, he straightened his suit and cravat. "H-hey, Hannah, tell me, do I still look handsome? Is my hair not disheveled? What about my clothes? Does it suit me?" Ilyas unknowingly bombarded his first wife with ridiculous questions as though he would be going to his first date.

Hannah giggled at her prince's obvious nervousness. "Geez, you act like it's the first time you got married. In case you have forgotten, it's your--"

"Yeah, yeah, it's my 26th times, already. You guys don't have to rub it in. As if I even touch those witches other than you." He cut her words off as he continued with his strides.

"That's why I think you're the best husband for me. Since you have spoiled me for so long, shall I accompany you inside?" Hannah coquettishly asked as they stopped in front of the bedchamber.

"Tsk! As if you can fool me. Come on, we've been married for so long. I have grown accustomed to your preference. You just want to take my new wife and have fun with her, huh?" He faked a glare as he chided her.

Hannah did not take offense and nodded her affirmation. "That's right. I already met her yesterday and we became really close. She's really cute and I like her a lot."

Although s.e.x with Hannah was great and wild, there was no love between them. It was because her preference had never been towards the male species. He liked her because she was kind and smart. There was mutual respect between them and he knew that out of all the schemings that are happening inside his palace, she was among the very few beings that he could trust.

"Be careful, Hannah. She was a tribute from a noble family in the mainland of Umbra. I think she's a force to reckon with. She effortlessly charmed us in one innocent glance." Despite feeling exhilarated about his new wife's presence, he's still cautious about her background.

"Then, why don't you train her to submit to you?" Hannah said as she moved closer to him and hugged his arm, rubbing her t.h.i.g.hs against it. Then, with her tantalizing eyes, she insinuated, "Just like what you did to my body. I can even help you with that."

Ilyas smiled wickedly as he rubbed his fingers against the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e triangle between her t.h.i.g.hs. He leaned closer to her as he whispered against her lips, "If you will join us, you better satisfy me with your performance tonight."

"And if I not?" She taunted as she licked his lips.

"You won't be able to get out of the bed for days again."

Hannah giggled then finally opened the door. "If you will lock me with your new wife, then I won't mind."

Ilyas g.r.o.a.n.e.d in disbelief. "Argh, I knew it!"

When they entered the bedchamber, a lovely two-tailed demon cat welcomed them. Her rare *heterochromia eyes brightened and her smile widened upon the sight of the Prince.

The *nekomata shyly greeted them and bowed respectfully. "We have already met yesterday, but please allow me to greet you again, Your Highness. I am from the noble house of two-tailed cats. My name is Millicent Milbrouch."

Ilyas pretended that he was not affected by her virtuous beauty despite the raging hard-on inside his pants. He sat on the available chaise lounge and acted intimidating.

He stared at her entire body from top to bottom, his gaze was hot and intense that it made the poor cat squirmed. 'Damn, I think I might have really fallen in love at first sight. Just look at that smooth, silky white fur and the s.e.xy way her two tails sway in front of me. She looked so small that it makes me want to protect her. Why is she blushing and squirming so cutely? Is she trying to seduce me by acting demure?"

"Ahem!"

Ilyas was suddenly awakened from his fantasy. When he glared at Hannah, she pointed the corner of her mouth, implying that his drool was dripping while observing his new wife. He immediately attempted to wipe his lips off, only to find out that she just tricked him. He narrowed his eyes and snarled at his mischievous sphinx.

He suddenly heard a soft giggle that made him turned his attention back to the fair cat. Her laughter made something in him melt in satisfaction. 'What was her name again? Ah, that's right, I remember now.' He cleared his throat to speak. "So... Millie, did you know--"

"Pfft! Hahaha"

His statement was interrupted by Hannah's unrestrained laughter. He even had to hold her arm to steady her stance as she was holding her stomach. This naughty p.u.s.s.ycat, he was really itching to punish her now.

"You stupid prince, her name is Millicent and not Millie. Geez, get your head out of your d.i.c.k," she chortled.

He helplessly rubbed his index finger on the tip of his nose. He had no words to retort since he was guilty as charged. "Tsk. So what? You are my Hannah, and from now on, she is my Millie. It means gentle strength. Do you like that, Millie?"

Millie's face was scarlet but she still responded by gently nodding her head.

"Very good. Come closer. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." Ilyas coaxed her to step forward which Millie obediently complied. "Millie, do you know why are you here?"

Millie slowly nodded. "Yes. From now on, Millie will be His Highness' wife and she must make Prince Ilyas happy."

Hannah stepped forward and stopped beside the innocent maiden. She gently placed her hands on her shoulders as she wetly whispered to her cat ears. "And do you know how to please a man, Millie?"

Millie instinctively looked at the huge tent in Ilyas' pants and swallowed hard. "I-I can try," she whispered nervously.

Her innocent moves and the sparkling of her eyes were making Ilyas' blood thick and his breath unsteady. He wanted to rip off her white dress and just shove his throbbing meat inside her but he held his beast longer. "Don't worry, Millie. Hannah will teach you everything you need to know, including how to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e this Prince's body. But... I would like to make sure of one thing. Are you here because of your own free will or did someone force you--"

"No, no, Your Highness," Millie shook her head vehemently and confessed. "I have always loved you for so long, but since I was too young then, I can only admire you from afar. When I have come into age, I persisted for my family to help me marry in your palace. Please believe me, my prince."

Ilyas' eyes softened and he tenderly smiled at her, exposing his dimples on each side of his cheeks. He felt like his heart was about to explode from different emotions that it's starting to get hurt.

Hannah walked to his back and flirtatiously stripped his noble suit. She gave the Prince a hard and wet open-mouthed kiss while her eyes were blazing against Millie's eyes, watching every flicker of emotions in it. She then sat at one of Ilyas' l.a.p and slowly opened his fly.

Ilyas took the opportunity to rip Hannah's little dress and expose her big b.r.e.a.s.ts. He lapped at the smooth, soft flesh as his tongue looked for her n.i.p.p.l.es and skillfully played with it.

Hannah had completely freed the monster inside him and he heard loud gasps from the two beautiful women inside the bedchamber.

Millie covered her mouth with her hands while staring at the twitching fat mushroom on his pelvis. Based on the multiple veins around it, it looked angry and ready to spurt out something. She made another gasp when she saw Hannah held its neck and moved up and down along its shaft. The visual of the Prince's n.a.k.e.d torso was making her body feel weird. A ball of liquid fire licked her spine, abdomen, and down to her lower nether region. Her body shuddered as she felt something trickled from her hot and wet core.

All her expression and movements were being keenly watched by a predatory demon, heightening his raging arousal beyond his control. When Hannah started to lick the tip of his glans, his crown, and frenulum, he finally snapped his patience and rasped. "Strip off your dress, Millie. I want to see your body."

Millie timidly did as she was told while her eyes were fixed on Hannah, the way she was deliciously slurping the big head of the Prince's angry meat and how she swallowed it whole, almost gagging herself at his impressive size. Millie was so tempted to close her eyes and yet she couldn't find the will to miss any moment of the e.r.o.t.i.c scene in front. It was the first time she had seen such arousing sight and she was totally wet by the act.

"Do you like what you're seeing?" Ilyas hoarsely whispered.

Millie was awakened from the shameless observation and made her awkwardly bit her lower lip. She slowly nodded her head as she embraced her n.a.k.e.d form and tried to hide from his scorching gaze.

"Do you want to have a taste of it?" He boldly asked.