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Chapter 41 - Volume 5 – Chapter 4 – The Envy of Cyprus…

|Afternoon of February 6– 1249 – On a beach in Cyprus – Attila|

They used to call me the luckiest man on earth.

No, it's not true. I wonder why? Maybe because, on my first real long journey since becoming King of Jerusalem, I had to deal with damn pirates and a storm so powerful it annihilated my vessels?

All this seems like a story, where, of course, the impossible has to happen for the sake of the plot. If there's someone writing this story, why doesn't he just go screw himself? Why not jump off a balcony? Get a bit of creativity!

Alright, these are all nonsense. I bought the game, and I wanted a more challenging gameplay mode.

But damn it, this is frustrating to play. A complex mode is fine, but this is seriously stressing me out.

For example: when will these damn seagulls stop their squawking? I've been hearing them for a few minutes already, and they're driving me crazy. I'd like to know what purpose seagulls serve besides annoying the hell out of everyone with their cries.

...

...

Wait, if I can hear seagulls, it means I'm on a beach. I need to open my tired eyes to see where I am.

I opened my eyes and saw a large beach, and Rasha a few meters away from me, the only one who survived.

Of course, nothing seems left to chance here either; the only survivor is a female human being with breasts and an ass. It couldn't have been another poor soldier who's now probably drowned.

But it's also true that Rasha is a strong person; that's why I hired her as my guard. She was also an assassin, so it's assumed she knows how to swim well (I'm not entirely sure about this).

So we can say with certainty and without fear of being proven wrong that it was her breasts (not that big, after all) that acted as natural buoyancy and saved her.

SURELY, THAT'S HOW IT HAPPENED, SURELY.

Now that I've come up with these brilliant ideas, shouldn't I do something? Oh, of course, check if this one's heart is beating.

I placed my hand on her chest and felt her heart beating regularly.

But as I look at her, I don't see her 'sleeping,' it's as if she's pretending to be dead or to have water in her lungs.

Either this one has suffered irreparable brain damage or she's pretending that I need to do something (like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, chest compressions, and all this crap) even though she's perfectly fine.

I brought my mouth close to her ear and with all my strength, I shouted: <>

<> she shouted back in response.

<>"

<>"

Ok, go fuck yourself.

After a while, Rasha said: <>"

I replied: <>"

<>

<>

Rasha fell silent for a moment and then replied: <>"

Finally, she remembered that I am her King.

At that moment, voices in the distance shouted: <>"

They were guards who saw us as suspicious individuals.

Afternoon of February 7 - 1249 - Nicosia - Attila|

<> said Rasha.

<> I replied.

In short, after the guards found us on that beach, we managed to convince them that we were indeed King of Jerusalem Attila and his escort, miraculously saved from a shipwreck.

They initially took us to a nearby outpost, where they verified our story (I don't know how perhaps it sounded believable), and then they sent a letter to King Henry I of Cyprus.

The next day, we received a response, and in a hurry, they took us in a carriage to Nicosia, the capital of Cyprus.

But it's unfortunate to have to visit Henry I. I read somewhere that he had quite a few problems with Frederick II, although he didn't seem dangerous during the crusade.

I mean, the only nice thing he did was call some prostitutes and clowns from Greece to entertain us. The "knights" he sent for support were few and weak.

Let's hope everything goes well.

As I was lost in my thoughts, we had already entered Nicosia.

Try to imagine an old city on a Mediterranean island, you know?

Well, neither can I! Or at least not as beautiful as I'm seeing it right now.

I mean, it's nice, but not up to the level of our ancient cities in Europe.

At some point, we saw a messenger on horseback approaching our carriage to say something to the guards.

After a few seconds, the carriage stopped, and a guard approached us, saying:<>

Commitments? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF COMMITMENTS? I MEAN, WE'RE IN A RACE AGAINST TIME, AND HE'S MAKING US WASTE IT POINTLESSLY? BUT WHAT COMMITMENTS? I DON'T KNOW, DOES HE HAVE TO BEHEAD ALL THE DICKS OF ALL THE DAMN GUARDS OF CYPRUS????

Or at least that's what I would have liked to tell him and kill him on the spot, but I had to hold back and simply replied:<>

<> said the guard.

We returned to the main gate, where they gave the horses some water and food before setting off again.

But now the horses were noticeably faster they were running. Why didn't they do this on the way here?

I feel sorry for the horses; they've already had to walk almost half a day, and now they have to run without resting. I've heard that horses are intelligent creatures; I think they know that their King is an asshole.

The evening of February 7 - 1249 - Larnaka Castle - Attila|

Finally, we arrived in this shitty city, on a shitty island, located on a shitty continent, which, in turn, is on a shitty planet.

After a whole day of useless travelling, we finally made it to the entrance of this castle. Now that I see it up close, it looks like shit, but real shit, a total dump.

It just looks like an ugly mansion with more guards than usual.

After they let us into the castle, another guard rushed to give us more shitty news: <>

Well, that's better. At least MAYBE, I won't feel like killing Henry instantly.

As we headed towards my room, the guard asked, "Does your bodyguard want a separate room or will she be sleeping with you?>>

Rasha was about to reply, but I interrupted, saying:<>

Hesitantly, the soldier responded:<>

They led us to our room, which paradoxically was the only decent one.

<> said the soldier, pointing to a maid nearby.

<> I said:<>

After a few minutes, I was in their large bathroom, which looked like one of those baths with a pool full of hot water, like a spa, but without the spa.

I could wonder how they managed to collect so much hot water to fill the tub, but frankly, I don't care. I just want to enjoy this bath.

At some point, there was a knock on the door, and a maid entered, saying:<>

She seemed very timid, and it was evident that she wasn't accustomed to such situations yet.

<> I said.

<> the maid started to say before I interrupted, "I said I can bathe myself. Don't worry, even though I'm a King, I'm still a human capable of using my hands and feet and washing myself. So now leave me alone; I need some time to think>>

<> she replied timidly and left.

Night of February 7 - 1249 - Larnaka Castle - Attila|

After finishing my bath, I returned to my room, where my large double bed awaited, eager to embrace me in my, hopefully, long sleep and rest.

I was already about to fall asleep when Rasha entered, having just finished her bath as well.

As she was about to get into my bed, she asked me:<>

I forgot that Rasha, after all, is a woman and, as such, enjoys asking silly questions.

I pondered for a moment and replied:<>

Her face, which initially showed genuine curiosity, quickly transformed into a disappointed expression.

She said:<>

<> I replied with a smile.

Rasha looked at me sceptically for a while, then chuckled and said:<>

<> I asked.

<> she said.

----HEY THERE EVERYONE, IT'S ME, THE AUTHOR. I hope not to interrupt at the most exciting part, but I'm here to warn you that what follows will be the (hoping to be as least cringe as possible) description of the sexual encounter between Attila and Rasha. Honestly, I've never written sex scenes before, and this is my first time, so I hope I can make it believable and plausible. In any case, if for some strange reason, you want to skip this part, you are free to do so (although it would be a shame because I've put effort into writing it). I had to struggle with embarrassment all the time, so I hope it's worth it. That said, I wish you a good and intense reading!----

Rasha began to undress (she wasn't who knows how dressed before, but I think she does it to create the right atmosphere) first, she took off what was the medieval bra, or rather a sort of leather bodice to "straighten" rather than "support" or "showing" the breast (as is done now in modern times).

By doing so, I saw her breasts (from a grandiose fourth size) finally free themselves from that oppressive bodice.

After that, she took off her pants, sat down on a chair in front of our bed and started taking off her underpants (of course underpants were horrible in the Middle Ages) until I glimpsed her pussy which was unexpectedly shaved, given the context and the historical period.

I was so surprised, or rather moved, that I even asked him:<>

She replied a little embarrassed:<>

After I had become a stripper for a few minutes, she finally decided to get into my bed and slowly pulled the sheets to see my erect penis (which, as it should be, was already nice and ready).

She looked at it and said:<>

With a grin, I replied:<>

She brought her mouth to mine, so we had a textbook French kiss. We remain kissing for a few minutes.

Suddenly I took her by force and put her in front of me with her belly up, so I voted to see her in full (a breathtaking sight), then I bent down and started licking her pussy and playing a sensational finger game.

I imagine that the vast and endless pornographic catalogue of the modern era has illustrated a bit to all men how to make a woman enjoy too (or at least try to).

I was so sure that I was doing well when after about thirty seconds Rasha began to breathe heavily starting to say offspring like:<> and when I slowed down he shouted:<>

After three minutes I noticed that he was really at the limit and decided to do the bite and fingers technique (yes, I made up the name on the spot okay?) which consists of sticking the tongue as far as possible, with the teeth above lightly the clitoris to the tongue and with one hand continue on the pussy, while with the other I slipped my fingers into Rasha's ass by surprise.

This definitively gave her the coup de grace, after some involuntary spasm she remained helpless on the bed.

I said:<>

I got on top of her, slipped my cock between her tits (of a unique softness) and with one hand I grabbed her head and, since she was in blackout, I put the penis in her mouth so that I could suck it well and I continued to forcefully push it into her.

The situation was too exciting, even though Rasha seemed totally knocked out, doing everything by himself, without her resisting, has its charm too.

Maybe because my body (that is Attila's himself) was still "virgin" or maybe because Rasha's body was amazing after about five minutes of great Spanish and a fabulous deepthroat I thrust my whole penis inside her throat treacherously, in fact I almost didn't choke her.

But by the time we had come for the second round, after all the main dish had not been touched.

I took Rasha's legs and lifted them pushing them towards her, finally the time had come.

Since her pussy was soaking wet by now, I thrust it into her in one fell swoop. This made her scream at the top of her lungs and from there began the famous "fight and run" movement.

Now that I recognized myself, now I managed to last more than 20 minutes.

By now Rasha had really disconnected from reality, she was gasping and screaming at times. She was screaming so much that I think everyone at the castle heard us.

As soon as I felt that I couldn't hold back anymore, his penis came out from inside her to cum again inside her throat (yes I like to cum in Rasha's mouth, problems?)

To avoid Rasha really choking after two cumshots in her throat, I grabbed her and turned her on her stomach by bending her legs towards her, so as to create a position where she was on her stomach but was a bit up because of the legs.

The third and now final round could only be dessert, her round ass.

I began to widen it with my hands and found the anus exceptionally clean.

Obviously, I thought that maybe, in the Middle Ages, where hygiene exists but it's fictitious, maybe it wasn't convenient for me to put it inside.

Even Rasha, after he felt that I was stretching his anus, finally came to his senses and said to me:<>

Everything was telling me not to.

But my desire was too much, too strong. But I think no sane man would ever have given up on such an opportunity.

RNG, please, at least once, please me and don't give me any kind of disease. I beg you.

Seized by the most absolute arousal, I forcefully thrust it inside her causing a sharp cry of pain in Rasha and then her following silence.

It was all tight inside her, it was absolutely worth it.

After I resumed the famous technique, you felt that Rasha was experiencing some pain, so I said to her:<>

And she replied: <>

Between the moans and screams of pain, I gave up thinking that no one really is hearing us right now, so I decided to take a hand and cover Rasha's mouth.

At one point, Rasha mustered perhaps the last few resources she had to try and pull her anus away from my penis, but every time she did, I chased her down mercilessly.

Everything in the world has a beginning and an end and it was inexorably approaching. Though Rasha's anus was the highlight of the night, I gathered all my remaining strength for one final thrust to cum inside his anus.

In the end, both of us, after giving our all, hugged each other and went back to sleep.

Late night of February 7 - 1249 - Larnaka Castle - Attila|

<>I whispered as I pondered before falling asleep.

We are inside a military castle on an island where King Henry I is in open conflict with Frederick II over claims on the Kingdom of Jerusalem, of which I am the King.

I feel like a trapped mouse.

Well, it doesn't matter much to me; if this game must come to an end, I'll accept it without regrets.

There was an eerie silence, which was broken by a faint creak of the door.

Since the door was closed, it opened slowly, and I saw a shoe step into our room; it was about time they arrived.

Three people entered through that door, all dressed in black, and three more entered through the window next to our bed.

Well, considering that this castle looks like a villa, it wasn't difficult for them to get in from there.

But there's a problem: they are six, and I am alone. Or rather, there's also Rasha, but I don't know if she has already noticed and is pretending to then attack them (like me) or if she's really knocked out.

In any case, in this game (or in life in general), one must always think of solutions alone.

Let's analyze the situation: the three assassins who entered through the window are the closest to me, while the others are approaching Rasha.

The three idiots next to me are approaching slowly but stealthily; their footsteps are hard to hear, perhaps they are professionals.

But suddenly, one of the three beside me came closer than expected, seemingly aiming to finish me off quickly.

Perfect...

As the insolent assassin's dagger pointed to my heart, I swiftly used my right hand to grab his hand.

He jerked, obviously not expecting that I would grab his hand, nor that I could exert enough force to hold it.

With my right hand holding his neck, I snapped it instantly.

In the silence, a rather loud "crack" echoed.

At that point, the insolent one fell lifeless to the ground, and I stood up to pick up his dagger.

All the other assassins suddenly stopped and stared at me.

A naked King had just killed one of them without blinking an eye and at an enviable speed.

I whispered to them:<>

A sinister and malicious smile appeared on my face.

Indeed, I was very, very happy to have found new toys to play with, or rather...

... SLAUGHTER.

While they were all still petrified, I threw the dagger I had picked up straight into the brain of the assassin closest to me; he died instantly (his skull was not enough to protect him).

From that moment, the other idiots started moving, attempting to attack me all together.

But already two of them were dead, and the other three were still "distant," or at least not within their reach.

The last one next to me remained, launching an attack after seeing me throw my dagger.

But what does he think he's doing? He doesn't know how easy it is for me to kill him.

Hmm... he's holding the dagger straight, pointing it at my abdomen. He looks almost like a bull, and I am the bullfighter.

I moved centimetres to avoid it; this allowed me to grab his head and forcefully twist it completely in the opposite direction, killing him.

In a matter of seconds, half of my enemies were dead.

The last three, who had already launched their attack, had to stop.

They stood frozen, but I knew perfectly well that it was their instinct to stop.

In the deep darkness of the night, their hour had also arrived...

... TO BE BUTCHERED.

Once I killed them all, I took them one by one and carried them out of the room; the guards were not there, a sign that they hadn't been killed but that it was all planned.

I placed the six assassins' corpses outside the door (lined up), then returned to the room, closed the door, and went to bed.

Apparently, Rasha was so tired that she might not have even woken up.

Well, better that way; now it's time for me to rest as well.

I got into bed, and in the end, fatigue overwhelmed me.

Late night of February 7 - 1249 - Larnaka Castle - Rasha|

What I saw was horrific.

What I saw was terrifying.

Attila, alone, didn't just "simply" kill six assassins.

He... disembowelled them. He... massacred them. He...

I was ready to get up and fight at any moment, but my instinct...

My instinct clearly and unequivocally screamed, "STAY STILL."

Attila is a peculiar being; in normal situations, he's composed, and in difficult situations, he reveals himself as a genius, but... when situations like this arise, where he can't hold back, then he becomes...

... A MONSTER.

Morning of February 8 - 1249 - Larnaka Castle - Attila|

After that event, no one came to wake us; no one dared to enter our room.

Rasha and I got dressed and decided to wander around the castle.

The bodies of the assassins were still there, lying at the entrance of our room.

While we were strolling through the castle, a guard spotted us and approached.

He said:<>

Silently, we followed him; it was incredible how everything was so obvious that they even compelled the guard not to mention it and act as if nothing had happened.

We arrived at this sort of grand room used for meals, with the classic long rectangular table typical of that era.

At the end of the table, King Henry I was seated, while the members of the Ibelin family were seated on the sides.

The Ibelins are a family that I pity; it has always been known that King Henry I is nothing more than a puppet in their hands (perhaps they themselves orchestrated the plan), and I think I'll have to settle the score with them too.

King Henry I, had of average height, with the fortune of having both hair and a moustache of orange hue. He wore a voluminous red royal garment that from afar looked like blankets.

I won't bother describing the rest of his attire since he looked like a loser (I have the beauty and fashion standards of the future, after all).

Once he saw us, he said:<>

Rasha and I, still silent, took our seats:<>

They immediately brought us our plates, which looked very delicious and inviting. But it was clear even to a fool that there were high chances it was poisoned.

I moved the plate they had brought me, placed my arms in a way to support my head, covering my mouth, and began to stare silently, straight into the eyes of King Henry I.

The atmosphere changed instantly; if before everyone was chattering, now everyone fell silent.

Seeing my icy gaze fixed on him, King Henry I decided to speak and began his speech:<>

Blah, blah, blah, blah...

While he was spouting nonsense after nonsense, I remained there, unfazed, staring at him intently without even blinking.

After concluding that heap of nonsense, King Henry I was about to start another speech:<>

King Henry I stopped talking because I had risen from my chair; I was truly tired of all his lies. There's a limit to everything, especially to my patience.

Once I stood up, I approached a guard who was next to the door, smiled at him, and he, bewildered, smiled back.

The second after, he no longer had a head; I had taken his head in my hands and ripped it from his body using sheer force.

Once I had it in my hands, I brought it to the table.

Everyone was stunned; the other guard was terrified, and King Henry I and the other guests were shocked. Only Rasha, who was also surprised, was the only one maintaining a dignified appearance. The others had faces as if they had seen something horrible.

Well, that was the terror reaction I wanted to see from them.

I sat back down and said:<>

No one dared to say anything; so I continued:<>

Still, no one dared to utter a word; the only sound I heard was from King Henry I, whose face seemed enveloped in fear.

I continued:<>

Still, there was a tomb-like silence:<>

After my offer, one or two minutes of total silence passed, and King Henry I finally replied in a hesitant and trembling tone:<>

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