Ghoul King's Harem

Chapter 133 133: Revelations

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Zilna rushed to the side of Alexander; as they watched the Denmer fleeing into the dark forest, she looked at his body and began to gasp, her quick hands glowing with a gentle light as she pushed him to the ground held him down.

"Venri, help me tend to his wounds, quick!"

The cute Venri dashed over to him; seeing the state of her master was quite problematic as blood was slowly oozing from the various cuts and bruises, but most of all, the several arrows that penetrated his body, yet Alexander himself didn't seem to notice them.

"Ah... what are you doing, Zilna?"

"You're bleeding; look at your legs and abdomen! Five hidden short arrows are piercing your stomach and thighs!"

"Please be more careful, Master...!" Venri whispered sadly.

Katrin watched for a few moments before she rushed into action; her job was not to tend to his wounds but to survey the perimeter and then start searching for spoils; the Denmer were known to carry very potent poison arrows, and spices were priceless in the outside world.

For some reason, salt, pepper, jasmine, and saffron grew very easily inside this magic forest, and this was the main part of this task that was hidden from Alexander because the princess didn't want him to think she was some sneaky thief. Still, the village needed money to train, feed and hire new warriors in the little time he bought for her.

Venri placed her fingers on his thighs, the tight muscles seeming to wriggle and writhe under her hands as she pushed down; as Zilna's magical touch, the beautiful silver light different from Qilana's golden magic, rather than rapid healing sensation, it was slow, soothing and gentle like the moon itself.

'Is this something special related to their planet and race? Although they seem human, maybe they are slightly different?' Alexander thought to himself as he watched her slowly twist the dark arrow, short and closer to a crossbow bolt than a real arrow, the moment she pulled.

He felt a burning pain filling his body as he tried desperately to hold back the grunt of his agony like someone was burning and twisting the wound, his dark blood spurting out at first; it was dark, black like corrupted tar.

Still, her silver light was gentle, affectionate as it seemed to slowly but surely thin the poison.

However, it seemed also to take its toll on Zilna; her face became slightly pale, sweat dripping from her forehead, and this was only the first of several bolts!

"Zilna, I won't die... you should take a rest--"

"Shut up! You are the future king, the only man I will ever serve! How can I rest when I allowed you to be injured with such underhanded attacks?"

"What should I tell the princess if you are so wounded in a simple battle, while I didn't even realise!" 

Her voice was stubborn, serious and angry, but Alexander could feel the intense care and desire to heal him.

Not just because of the princess, her affection in her touch, as she stroked the healing gash of the first arrow, gently rubbing the tight muscles around it, with a faint smile on her face as it finally healed.

He smiled as the throbbing black veins around the first wound were gone, as she slid her fingers across his soft abs, reaching the second arrow and repeating the same process.

It took quite some time, but thankfully Zilna could remove all of the arrows, but her body was now drenched with sweat, her voice seemed a little weak, and her silver light was thinner and less opaque.

"Are you sure you are alright?" Alexander asked her softly, sitting against a tree as he saw several nostalgic boxes for the first time in weeks.

Two black boxes

Three grey boxes

One Silver box.

"I'm fine... really....haa.... stop being so..." 

Before Zilna could finish, he pulled the tired woman into his embrace; she fell like a sack of potatoes and couldn't even resist his light force. 

Her soft buttocks pressed against his thighs as she twirled in the air, landing with her back against his firm body; although it hurt, let hell, as he grunted pain, her body slamming into his wounds, he didn't release her, wrapping both arms around her back and buttocks.

"Ah... let me go... there are people around..."

"Haha... (I know that makes you even hornier, Zilna)." He whispered the second part directly into her ears, kissing the tip gently as he tried to restore her fatigue as he did with the Vesta, wanting to infuse her with his mana and endless vitality directly.

'Do I need to kiss her, make her my Vesta?' 

He didn't want to complete the transformation complete, but just changing her was okay; after all, he would make her his woman; how could he not after teasing her this much and leaving her waiting last night?

'I don't have time to mess around; let's be a little forceful and make it up to her over the next few days together.'

His mind made up, Alexander placed his lips on hers and kissed her hungrily. His tongue immediately invaded her mouth while his hands groped her ass cheeks firmly.

"Mmnnph!?" 

Zilna's mind became a blur of thoughts; she knew what was happening before it started, but the sensation of being touched by him for the first time, coupled with her desire to please the man who held her in his embrace, was too overwhelming.

The first thing she felt was his tongue invading her mouth; it was long, wet, and warm. The second was his strong hands forcefully grabbing her rear end, squeezing her ass tightly, and making her cry softly. She wanted to scream out loud, but instead, she wrapped both arms around his neck and returned the favour.

"Mmmm...Hmmph.....Nmmmmn!"

Alexander loved the taste of her saliva so much that he pushed deeper into her mouth, wanting more from her body. Her moans only encouraged him further as he felt her tongue wrap around his, which had never happened before; his tongue tingled inside his mouth, its warmth matching hers.

With a moan, he pulled away from their kiss; the more he kissed her, she began to recover; although he felt a little weary and tired, her face was less pale, and although she was still a little damp from sweat, this was not from exertion or stress. 

Still, from her lust for him, the cute Venri watched from a close distance, sitting beside him and holding his hand as she watched their tongues begin to entangle mid-air, her eyes glazed over with arousal.

As Zilna started sucking on his tongue, filled with passion, both girls watched their wet kiss as the warm desert sun peeked through the grey leaves.

-

Meanwhile, in a distant city, a beautiful woman stood in the desert sun; this woman was the traitor Queen Silana, a beloved woman for Qilana before she caused her father to kill her mother rather than remain a concubine and serve the Queen normally.

Queen Silana was commanding, with dark eyes fire,ce intelligence and long black hair cascading down her back in thick waves.

Her dusky skin seemed to glow in the desert sun, and her flowing robes and silks only added to her regal bearing; although she gained the seat through dark and nefarious means, she was graceful and elegant when needed.

Filled with a sense of regal aura, she was not just a queen but also a fierce warrior and skilled tactician during her previous years in the army, leading them to victory in countless battles as the Queen's blood sister.

She wielded her sword and bow with deadly accuracy, with the new subjects that accepted her, no matter how few, making her a symbol of strength and hopes in this harsh and unforgiving land, but those who didn't accept her only gave her one name.

Tyrant.

Queen Silana stood on the balcony of the grand palace, taking in the breathtaking sight of her kingdom below.

The hot desert winds ruffled her long, flowing robes and tugged at her hair, but she remained still, taking in the grandeur of her surroundings. However, the palace was a testament to her people's strength and ingenuity, a shining jewel in the vast expanse of sand and sky that surrounded them.

She knew it was not built for her or her bloodline, and most of those skilled artisans now fled the kingdom or hid with the princess in her little mud hut.

'Was I wrong... Could we have gotten along somehow?'

Silana remembered the princess chasing her around, asking her to teach her archery and swordsmanship. Honestly, the Queen used to pretend that Qilana was her's as their names were so similar, loving the princess dearly.

'But If I didn't do something, the kingdom would perish... the times were changing... and the old Queen believed in their pact with that kingdom of savages!

The palace was made of sandstone, carved into intricate designs and patterns that told the story of her people's history.

Her body paced along the balcony as she looked down at the prosperous city below; the merchants were calling in the streets, small markets formed by the less wealthy as they bartered and traded small goods and foods.

'I don't want to lose this beautiful kingdom... I didn't want to lose my beloved sister...'

Silana turned away, looking at the palace walls, her former sense of awe fading, jaded by her sour mood.

The walls were adorned with mosaics of precious stones and rare metals, depicting scenes of battles, great leaders, and moments of triumph and tragedy, this palace alone, where the Queen would sleep, had taken years to build and was worth every moment of labour and effort.

Silana walked through the palace's halls, admiring the intricate details of each room and remembering how she used to marvel at the beauty of her people's crafts.

There were ornate vases of blown glass, intricately woven rugs, and delicate figurines made of gold and silver. At the same time, fancy silks of every colour adorned the stone walls, lighting the dull rooms.

She loved the embroidered cloths with threads of gold and silver as Silana breathed in the scents of sandalwood and jasmine, feeling the softness of the silks and the coolness of the marble floors beneath her feet.

"Why didn't you accept my request... I loved you so much....?"

Queen Silana had a big secret; as she opened a locket around her neck, the image of the beautiful former Queen sitting on a chair, her radiant smile caused anyone who looked to feel amazed and happy.

She walked through the gardens, sighting blooming flowers and fruit trees laden with dates and figs. Fountains played in the garden's centre, spraying mist into the air and casting rainbows on the walls.

"Remember how we used to play here as young girls... learning about the world before those filthy men were introduced... You were the crown princess, and I was your knight, not by order, but I abandoned my nobility to stay beside you..."

The garden was a haven of peace and tranquillity, a place for her to escape the pressures of ruling and reconnect with the natural world.

Finally, she arrived at the throne room, her eyes narrowing and lacking emotion.

She swayed her plump hips towards the throne, sitting down with a loud thump, no sense of dignity, as she felt empty after reminiscing.

Despite knowing that her kingdom faced challenges and threats, both from within and without, she was confident they would prevail. 

However, her heart was long frozen, like a desert prune left in the sun for countless years; the moment that bastard stabbed the former queen, Silana's main hope was crushed, now only the desire to let all men in the kingdom burn in agony filling it.

'Why... Why does Qilana look so much like you... She is the only thing stopping me from completely breaking... Why does she resist so much when you would gladly spend passionate nights with me in secret...'

- 

The scene changed, returning to the dark forest, as a man and woman embraced each other, the lips sticky and wet with each other's drool; almost 10 minutes had passed before Alexander broke off the kiss.

"Haa...Haa.....amazing...." Zilna whispered to herself, eyes shining and filled with affection and bliss, 

Zilna gasped for breath while she lay on top of him, panting heavily and gasping lightly as if the act itself had taken a lot out of her.

He couldn't help but smile at how easily she responded to his kisses; now, it was time for another change to make things easier...

"Zilna, do you feel better now?"

The moment he spoke, she realised the fatigue, a slight sense of nausea and pain in her chest and lungs were gone...

She couldn't believe it had nothing to do with him as usual; it took hours, if not days, to recover from that intense pain...

"You...?"

"Be my woman, like Venri; not only will I make you strong, but I will fulfil all your desires and needs. I swear it on Saphira's name."

"Ah!? That...!"

Zilna's cheeks blushed as she imagined the meaning of his words before she realised her ass was still on his legs; feeling the hard object pushed between her cheeks, she realised he wasn't joking...

"Can... can you visit my room... in Seven days... It will be the anniversary of my birth... Everything.... all of me... I will give it to you then... I need to tell the princess... and..."

Alexander's finger gently pressed against her lips to stop her speaking.

His lips formed a gentle smile.

"I will wait for even a thousand cycles of the moon for a lovely lady like you. Take your time, seven nights. Let's make it wonderful."

"In the meantime, can you teach me more about yourself in the coming days?"