Chapter 36: Oswin Asterion (1/2)
With a sneer, I slapped the whore from betwixt my legs away with dissatisfaction. With blood slipping down her sensual lips, she stared down, not daring to gaze towards her king.
”Look at me whore, ” I commanded, clenching her cheeks as I gazed into her dreadful eyes. With a light sneer, I ripped the clothing from her body as she laid bare before me, quivering like a newly bought slave.
”Are you still fucking?” A soft scornful voice echoed within my throne room.
With the grace of a dancer and the poised of an amazonian woman, a magnificent Enchantress appeared before me. Her eyes filled with a mocking gaze as she scoffed, pursing her lips in disgust, ”Humiliated and toyed like the common whores you fuck. How does it feel Oswin,” Isaella demanded in a tone filled with venom.
”Insolent bitch, watch your mouth. You may be the queen but do not push my buttons.” I roared, banging my fist upon my golden throne.
”I am not the whores you fuck, Oswin. I will do as I please.” She said with a pause, ”Leave us, harlot!”
Biting her lips, the whore I ordered covered in her own saliva nodded, never raising her head as she stepped away with fear, bringing a contemptuous smile to the woman before me, ”I wonder if this one was clean, we had to call a divine doctor a few years ago just to clean that filthy scum from your cock.” Isaella spat in disgust.
Clenching my fist tightly, qi began to pour from my body, ”Isaella, what is it you want.” I asked in an infuriated fashion, barely holding myself back. Why had I even married this bitch?
”You know why I'm here...Arsène Snow. The young man that might as well had raped you in front of your council. What are you planning to do in regards to him.” She asked with a devious stare twirling her fingers through her silky hair, behaving like a schoolgirl in love.
The very name caused my mind to swell in anger. Feeling like spitting blood, I exploded, ”WHAT DOES IT FUCKING MATTER TO YOU.”
With an elegant snicker, Isaella eyed me with disappointment and regret, ”So unbecoming of a king. Damian to me now,” She said aloud as the flash of a young man appeared.
He stood cold as a block of ice, giving me an almost semi bow, ”Your Grace,” his soft masculine voice sounded,
”I must say out of all the whores you fucked, aside from my baby, he is the greatest bastard you created.” Isaella giggled cutely, eyeing the young man with a smirk.
Damian did not show emotion as he awaited his orders, silent as the void. With a lick of her soft lips, Isaella circled around him meticulously, appraising him like a horse was before a race.
”Little Damian, tell this queen what your thoughts regarding this so-called Ashen Prince, Arsène Snow.” She asked lustfully, causing me to pulse with ferocity.
”I have had my eye on Arsene for about nine years now, and for the most part, he seems to be a more cruel version of Duke Greyson.” He said, astounding both my wife and me. It was well hidden within the Arostorcaty, but Greyson was the most dangerous man in this kingdom. Even I feared him once upon a time. Where it not for 'her' dying...Maybe...Maybe
”In the beginning, he was an unruly child, but as the years passed, I have not found a more terrifying individual. I had met with this monster a few times over the years, testing him in disguise, and it was one of the most interesting experiences I faced in all my years as The Leader of The Order of Shadows.” He lightly said, his eyes never leaving me for a second.