He resumed their lovemaking, his body moving with renewed vigor. Artemisia could feel the poison coursing through his veins, his body growing more desperate, more frantic with each passing moment.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I can't... I can't hold back."
Artemisia moaned, her body responding to his words. "Yes, give me more," she panted, her voice trembling with false desire.
He thrust harder, faster, his movements becoming more frenzied. His breaths grew shorter, his body trembling.
His body shook, his moans turning into gasps, as he reached his climax. Artemisia felt the hot spurt of his seed inside her, his body trembling with pleasure.
But the poison was taking effect, too. His movements grew slower, his breaths becoming ragged. He collapsed on top of her, his body limp, his eyes unfocused.
As he collapsed onto her, his body heavy and lifeless, Artemisia's plan had succeeded. She smiled, her eyes cold and calculating. "Goodbye, my dear husband," she whispered, her voice devoid of any trace of emotion.
He didn't reply, his eyes rolling back, his body going limp.
With a triumphant grin, Artemisia called out to Theon, "He's dead. Now, my dear Theon, come and claim your reward."
He approached her hesitantly, his gaze locked on her husband's lifeless body. "My Queen, I... I'm not sure--"
She cut him off, her lips brushing against his, her tongue exploring his mouth. "Don't worry," she murmured, her voice filled with seduction. "He won't bother us anymore."
He hesitated, but his desire for her was too strong to resist. He removed his clothes, revealing his well-built physique, and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs. Their bodies pressed against each other, their skin moulding together, as their lips locked in a fiery kiss.
As they kissed passionately, their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and contour. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently before pinching and twisting her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Meanwhile, Artemisia's hands traced down his back, stopping at his buttocks, squeezing and massaging them. She guided him to her entrance, his cockhead pressing against her tight opening.
Artemisia's eyes were filled with desire and satisfaction. She had successfully killed her husband and was now rewarding her loyal advisor. But Theon was getting too close to the truth. She had to act fast.
As he thrust into her, his eyes locked with hers, she dug her nails into his neck, her fingers sinking into his skin.
He gasped, his movements stuttering for a moment, his eyes widening in shock.
"What are you doing, my Queen?" he gasped, his voice filled with confusion.
She smiled, her eyes cold and calculating. "I can't leave any loose ends, my dear Theon."
Her nails dug deeper, her fingers pressing against his jugular, cutting off his air supply. He struggled for a moment, his eyes filled with terror, before going limp, his body collapsing onto her.
Artemisia lay there, her body covered in sweat and blood, her eyes locked on the two lifeless bodies around her. Her plan had worked flawlessly. She was now the sole ruler of the kingdom, free to rule as she saw fit.
Artemisia called for the guards, her voice calm and composed. "Take these bodies away," she ordered, her eyes locked on the lifeless forms of her husband and Theon. "Dispose of them discreetly."
The guards entered the room, their eyes widening in shock at the sight before them. "Yes, my Queen," they murmured, their voices filled with trepidation.
Artemisia continued, "Spread the word that Theon poisoned the wine, trying to usurp my throne. He managed to kill the king and tried to kill me too, but I managed to defend myself."
The guards nodded, their eyes locked on her, their loyalty to her unwavering.
She dismissed them, her mind racing with the aftermath of her actions. She had successfully killed two men in one night, and now she had to cover her tracks.
As the guards left, she cleaned herself up, her body still shaking with the adrenaline of the night's events. She knew she had to keep her composure, to maintain her facade.
The next day, news of the king's death spread throughout the kingdom. Mourning filled the air, but Artemisia remained strong, her eyes filled with grief. She held a public funeral for her husband, weeping in front of her people, her tears genuine.
As for Theon, she ordered for his body to be displayed publicly as a warning to any who dared to challenge her authority.
In private, however, she smiled, her eyes filled with satisfaction. She had secured her position as queen, and no one could stand in her way.
Artemisia began preparing for her coronation, her mind focused on her new role as queen. She called for her advisors, her voice filled with determination.
"We need to make this a grand event," she said, her eyes locked on a map of the kingdom. "Something that will show our people that I am a worthy ruler."
Her advisors nodded, their eyes locked on her, their voices filled with loyalty.
"We'll organize a grand feast, a procession through the city, and a coronation ceremony fit for a queen," one of them said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
Artemisia smiled, her eyes locked on his. "Good. And make sure everyone is invited, even the lowest of the low."
Over the next few days, preparations were in full swing. Artemisia oversaw every detail, her eyes filled with determination. She met with her dressmaker, choosing a gown fit for a queen, and with her hairdresser, choosing a hairstyle that would showcase her beauty.
At night, she would retire to her chambers, her body still shaking with the memories of the night's events. She would take a long bath, her body submerged in warm water, her mind filled with her plans for the future.