Herald of Steel

Alexander would wake up the next morning feeling fully refreshed, finding his face snuggled right close to Lady Nanazin's large breasts and his palms firmly resting on the Queen's fluffy white cheeks, which he had abused just the night prior and was definitely still quite sore, with red handprints and welt marks still clearly visible.

And the sight would quickly reignite memories of last night, where Alexander had found the act of nailing the married queen of a nation in such a taboo place to be immensely satisfying.

It had made his lust surge to great heights, much more than the pleasure from the hole itself, and thus he had moved his hips without mercy into the wet, rubbery passage until he felt completely drained.

The couple had chosen to only mate in that hole for the night, trying to enjoy it to the fullest as they switched to various sexy positions- be it standing, sitting, straddling, spooning, on all fours, and many more, all to devour each other in every way known to them.

Remembering all that pink scenery, Alexander thus could not help but give the bruised flesh a light squeeze, as if thanking it for pleasing him so much last night and loving the springiness.

While Lady Nanazin, who was woken up by the slight stinging sensation down there and produced a low, sensual moan, being very much approving of the touch.

Not only the owner did not really mind the small pain, but she even wished Alexander would do it more, as she subtly shifted her butt to allow easier access.

Lady Nanazin still clearly felt Alexander's gift swirling inside her as she moved, and it made her rear feel warm and full.

So she sexily cooed right next to the man's ear,

"Master, let's do it again. You little whore's loves it when you pound her naughty ass. Or if you want, you can use my warm pussy. It is so lonely!"

Unfortunately for her, Alexander would not choose to pursue such frivolities during such a time of the day.

It was bright and shining outside and even if he was thousands away from his home country, the man still wanted to at least maintain the faintest facade of deniability.

Unlike Lady Nanazin, Alexander did not think it was wise to be cavalier about what they were doing

There was also the small part of his heart that nagged at him saying what he was doing was wrong.

Thus he typically avoided becoming intimate with the lady during the day, no matter how eager the latter was, so as to shield both of them from prying eyes.,

Hence for now the couple would go their separate ways, with Lady Nanazin returning to her chambers to bathe, eat, and then have her daily beauty routine, while Alexander was invited to breakfast with Lady Miranda and Lord Cassius, where they discussed various recent happenings.

The main one among which was that apparently, some of the elders had shown interest in wanting to compromise.

It was nothing concrete and many more serious talks would be required, but according to Lady Miranda things seemed to be looking hopeful.

So Alexander naturally urged her to continue her endeavor.

While after learning of this, Alexander suddenly found himself wanting to meet with the head of these elders, his most treasured captive- Miss Linda.

He wished to see if there was any way to twist the lady's arm to make her comply with his demands.

Lady Miranda did not seem interested but Alexander still wanted to give it a spin.

No harm in trying as they say.

So with the thought made in his mind, Alexander acted quickly, sending one of the maids to Miss Linda, to inform her of his intention.

He wanted to meet her that very afternoon- the venue, her own bedroom.

The captured and under house arrest lady of course had no choice other than to agree with this, although that did not of course mean the lady could not rebel in her own ways, as proved by the sight that Alexander was greeted when he entered the room.

Despite all the things he had seen up until now, Alexander was still shocked by what he initially saw.

For right in the middle of the room, sitting on the couch was the fair lady, Miss Linda, in all her full naked glory, revealing herself to him with not a thread on her!

"Welcome, my lord!" And the lady did not seem to be bothered in the slightest by all this, as spotting Alexander, she only slowly got up to offer a very courteous bow.

It was regal and very appropriate, and there was no panic, no fuss, and certainly no sign of any discomfort in any of her movements.

It was like she did not even notice she was all missing her garments.

But Alexander certainly did, and the sudden sight quickly made his hot blood run wild.

Miss Linda might not have had the most attractive body, but it was not bad either- and thus Alexander's eyes naturally felt attracted to her modest breasts, her small belly with those thin purplish birthmarks, and most charmingly of all, her fair, white garden that was so polish that it seemed to almost reflect the ambient sunlight.

There was not a single black spot there, as Miss Linda would always very meticulously pluck each and every single hair out herself, and thus there was only a single delicate line down there, from where Alexander imagined a fruity, fragrant smell seemed to be emanating.

The part looked so tight and closed that Alexander thought Miss Linda might be able to even pass herself off as a virgin, much less a mother who had given birth.

But perhaps the thing that brought all these individual charming parts together was Miss Linda's face, whose beauty need not be repeated.

Currently, however, it seemed to have reached a brand new height as she seemed to somehow emanate the aura of a very delicate, weak flower- courtesy of the large white patch of bandage that was on her left cheek.

It was there of course due to Alexander's strong slap yesterday, which had been patched by the nurse from the camp, thus giving Miss Linda a very frail, exotic look.

Just looking at the hurt angelic face, one could not help but only want to hug and protect this slender, innocent, foregone lady forever.

But Alexander, seeing the hurt lady suddenly felt a dark, sadistic pleasure, as he wished to inflict a similar wound on her right cheek if to do nothing but complete the symmetry.

Alexander had absolutely no love for the lady, but he certainly did feel lust.

Who wouldn't even there such a beautiful woman appearing so defenseless?

And this desire manifested itself like so.

Seeing Miss Linda in this vulnerable and provocative state caused all the darkest and ugliest desires hidden in every man to momentarily surface in Alexander's mind as he wished to break this absolute stunner of a lady, cover her body with purple brushes, and make her kneel to him, make her submit, force her to call him her lord.

Of course, Alexander pushed these desires into the abyssal depths of his heart almost the instant they manifested, denying them even an ephemeral chance to exist and influence him towards such horrid deeds.

No matter how much he disliked the other side, Alexander would never stoop to torture just because of that.

And then turned to externally rebuke Miss Linda for what she was doing, producing a deep scowl and a very displeased voice,

"What is the meaning of this? Have you forgotten all decency, my lady? Is this how the Margraves's greet their guests?"

At Miss Linda's 'unique dress,' the man angrily called into question her upbringing and basically called her uncultured.

Something that instantly caused a dark shadow of hatred to pass by the beautiful lady's face.

The prideful lady loathed when anyone bad-mouthed her family, and if she had the power, she would have cut out Alexander's tongue just for that.

However, since she clearly could not, instead she hid her dislike very quickly, making it appear only for a moment.

Then producing a sweet smile the tart lady shot back,

"No… but guests also do not slap their hosts in our culture. Which family did you learn that from, my lord I wonder? Heh!"

The pride and sarcasm Miss Linda used in a single 'heh!' might have been enough to fill all the oceans in the world, as it dripped out of her mouth.

She was basically saying that- 'At least I have a family. While you are an orphan, an urchin, someone who belongs in the streets.'

"....."And for a brief moment, Alexander felt tongue tied hearing this.

He really did not care about the taunt about his family but the other accusation he did.

But even then, there were very few people in Alexander's life who could match his eloquence.

And it seemed Miss Linda was one of them.

In fact, she could not only match him, she could even thrash him.

Something that Alexander seemed to have forgotten- the whopping he had gotten just a few days ago, so Miss Linda did a mighty fine job of reminding him of it.

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