Gideon now alone in his grand chambers, the curtains drawn to keep the bright midday sun at bay. The room is dimly lit, the only light seeping in through the cracks in the heavy drapes, casting thin stripes across the luxurious red and gold carpeting.
He can't stop thinking about her, the girl he saw earlier in the ballroom. She has the same long blond hair and piercing green eyes as his wife, and the way she moved, so graceful and elegant, stirred something deep within you.
His thoughts keep drifting back to her, he could feel his cock twitching at the memory of her.
"Bring me 2 women" he barks out to his maid.
Soon, two beautiful women enter the room, their bodies barely concealed by the sheer gowns they wear. They approach the bed, their hips swaying seductively as they undress for him. His cock growing harder with every inch of skin they reveal.
One of them climbs onto the bed, crawling towards him on all fours. She takes his face in her hands and kisses him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as the other woman removes his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock.
The second woman takes him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she sucks him hard. He groans, his hands reaching out to grip her hair as she bobs her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke.
The other woman straddles his face, lowering herself down so he can taste her pussy. He eagerly laps at her folds, his tongue exploring her wetness as she grinds against your mouth.
Gideon can feel himself getting close, his balls tightening as he prepares to cum. But just as he is about to reach climax, that girl again, her iridescent hair and piercing green eyes. He imagines her here, on the bed with him, and he can feel himself getting even harder.
Gideon explodes into the women, his cum filling her mouth as she swallows every last drop. But even as he came, he can't shake the image of the girl from his mind.
"Again," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "I want you on all fours."
The women eagerly comply, climbing back onto the bed and positioning themselves so they are ready to be taken from behind. He pushes the tip of his cock against her opening and thrusts deep inside fucking her hard, his hips pistoning as he drives himself deeper into her willing body.
She screams his name as she cums and collapses on the bed. Now the other girl positions herself. She pushes him onto the bed and straddles Gideon, her pussy hovering just above his dick.
Gideon opened his eyes, watching as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. He let out a low moan as he felt her warmth envelop him.
The girl began to bounce up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements. Gideon reached up, grabbing her breasts. He squeezed them, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.
The girl let out a soft moan, her head thrown back in pleasure. Gideon could feel her pussy clenching around his dick, and he knew she was close to cumming.
He began to thrust up into her, meeting her movements as she bounced on his dick. He could feel his own orgasm building, as he got closer and closer.
Suddenly, the girl let out a loud moan, her pussy clenching around his dick as she came. Gideon couldn't hold back any longer, and he let out a low groan as he came deep inside her.
They both collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
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The shadows in these castle corridors whisper of my sins. I pace restlessly, each echo of my footsteps a reminder of her absence. My Sera, my light, torn from me by death's cruel hand. And what did I gain in return for my deal with the Devil? Only this crushing darkness that now consumes me.
I pause before a mirror, barely recognizing the man staring back. Those eyes, once blue as a summer sky, now as black as the void in my soul. What would Sera think if she could see what i just did?
A soft knock interrupts my brooding. "Enter," I command, my voice like gravel.
The door creaks open, and a figure slips inside. At first, I pay little heed - just another faceless servant. But as she steps into the flickering candlelight, I feel the air leave my lungs.
For a moment, I wonder if my grief has finally driven me to madness. It cannot be... and yet...
"Your Highness," she murmurs, curtsying low. "I bring a message from the kitchens."
I barely hear her words. My gaze is transfixed by her ethereal beauty - so achingly familiar, yet impossible. The curve of her cheek, the arch of her brow...
"Who are you?" I demand, my voice barely above a whisper.
She glances up, startled by my intensity. "Forgive me, my lord. I'm new to the castle staff. I was in an accident, i cant reme,ber my name."
Of course not. And yet...
"The message?" I prompt, struggling to maintain my composure.
As she speaks, delivering some mundane report about the evening's menu, I study her. There is an otherworldly quality to her beauty, as if she does not quite belong in this grim mortal realm. For the first time in an age, I feel something stir within me - a flicker of warmth amidst the ice.
Is this some cruel trick of the Devil? Another twist of the knife in our infernal bargain? Or could it be... No. I dare not hope. Hope is a luxury I can no longer afford.
And yet, as she finishes her message and turns to leave, I find myself desperate to keep her near. "Wait," I call out, my mind racing for a reason. "I... I have need of a personal attendant. You will serve in that capacity henceforth."
Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. "As you wish, Your Highness."
As she follows me from the room, I feel the weight of my past sins pressing down upon me. What new tragedy have I set in motion with this impulsive act? And why do I find myself suddenly caring?