The Third Prince Of Darkness

I could feel Isabella's internal organs trying to swallow my penis and merge with it. I closed her eyes and grunted, feeling her soft internal organs writhing around my rod.

Then I leaned my head against her soft back, the smell of her sweet skin assaulted my nostrils. I took a deep breath, looked down at her black bra and with my teeth I pulled it off, releasing her into two huge and firm mountains.

"Ahhhh~"

I moved my hands from her slender waist to her huge breasts, kneading them with love and care. Every time I rubbed the area near her nipples, I could feel her body, and especially her inner folds, twitching. Isabella's most sensitive spot was her nipple.

I smiled before gently caressing her nipples. And as if confirming my thoughts, her channel constricted, squeezing my penis even tighter, and Isabella moaned loudly.

"AhhhHh!"

Under the intense pressure in the uterus, I slowly pulled my penis back towards the entrance and then pushed it back in one thrust. Thus, I began to occupy her for a while.

"Ahh~Ahh~Ahh~Ahh~Ahh~"

Isabella's rhythmic moans filled the air through the open window. My hands played with her breasts, sometimes caressing her pendulous nipples, gently kissing her neck and cheek, but all the while thrusting my huge penis hard inside her.

"Ahhhhhnnnn~"

Different movements on different parts of her body, sending countless waves of pleasure through Isabella's body and making her even weaker.

"Don't stop.... Ahhhh~ Don't stop.... Ahhnnnng~"

The sun was already rising strongly; our bodies were soaked with sweat. The sweat mixed with the juices of skin and love, creating a strange but pleasant odor that spread throughout the room.

If someone walked into this room right now and saw us like this, they would think we looked like two animals mating, not caring about anything.

I flipped Isabella over on the bed to see her face. I continued to enter her faster and with all my hardness. Isabella's eyes were open but only the white part was visible, her tongue was out, her mouth was open. She couldn't even speak properly, but she was still moaning and wanted more with all her heart. It seemed like she had already lost her mind.

I wasn't in a good mood either. I was repeatedly thrusting my nectar-soaked cock into her, grabbing and squeezing her bare breast with one hand and pinching or planting kisses on the tip of her other breast with the other hand.

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Unable to withstand any more pleasure, Isabella's pussy convulsed before a large amount of love juice flowed out. She sprayed it all towards my already soaked penis.

"Ughmm... Bella I'm cumming inside you"

After these words, I released my fresh sperm, and a strange but pleasant pleasure distorted my vision as the long imprisoned sperm came out. My body fell on top of Isabella's. We were both panting for minutes on the bed, our bodies joined together, saying nothing.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"That was amazing...." Isabella said as she straightened herself up and lay properly on the bed.

I lay down next to her and Isabella immediately came over and placed her head on my shoulder. As the sun's rays warmed both of our bodies, there was a creak of relief from the bed, which had been straining under the weight and pressure all night.

"I'm not planning to drink Choun tea..."

The peaceful murmur ceased for a moment as Isabella spoke suddenly. "Do you want to get pregnant?" I asked.

Isabella blushed, but nodded anyway. "Yes... I want us to have a child... What do you think?"

I answered without much thought to this question. "I think it's a wonderful idea."

A wide smile spread across Isabella's face. It was such a sweet smile that it made me want to ravish her again, but I suppressed the urge as I was about to gnaw on my finger from hunger. This sweet milf was definitely going to drive me crazy with her sweetness and sexiness.

As for why I didn't see any problem with Isabella getting pregnant... I used to think it wasn't safe to have children until my life was stable. I was kind of right. But I already had two healthy children. If I told Isabella now that I didn't want her to have children, jealousy or at least discontent could start in my harem. Obviously, I didn't want to upset Isabella even for a moment.

Maintaining a harem is like a sociological task. I could even base it on a kind of scientific foundation. I had to think carefully to control such a delicate balance. As for my safety concerns, Isabella was one of the strongest, perhaps even the strongest, woman in my harem. She might be physically weaker when she was pregnant, but Isabella's main strength was her magical abilities.

Besides, probably the life of someone like me, who is now a king, will never be stable. So there's no point in delaying having children. Today there's a civil war, tomorrow there will be another struggle with Alpshar. In short, it seems like there will never be a comfortable period in my life. But this is something that every man who wants to gain this power must sacrifice.

As my thoughts deepened on the possibility of Isabella's pregnancy and its impact on the dynamics of the harem, the atmosphere of the room had changed. The sun's rays were now warmer and golden, as if celebrating this new possibility. Isabella was still leaning on my shoulder, with a peaceful expression on her face. Her calmness somewhat calmed the complex emotions that were emerging within me.

"So, what kind of name are you thinking of for our child?" I asked.

Isabella raised her head and looked into my eyes. The excitement and happiness in her eyes created a wave of warmth in my heart. She thought for a moment, then spoke in a gentle voice.

"If we have a daughter, I want to name her Celestia. A name that carries the endless splendor of the sky, shining with magic... If we have a son, maybe Alaric. A strong, brave, and determined name."

I paused for a moment and considered what she had said.

"Celestia is a very beautiful name," I said. "But Alaric... I'm not sure."

Isabella raised her eyebrows slightly, but her smile didn't fade. "Well, do you have a name in mind?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

My thoughts paused for a moment. Suggesting a name was like shaping an identity that the child would carry in the future. Taking a deep breath, I said, "If we have a son, I would like to name him Kaelion. I combined this name from the ancient human language, combining both noble and powerful words."

Isabella tilted her head and thought. "Kaelion... yes, that's a beautiful name," she said. There was a sparkle in her eyes. "But I still love Alaric. Maybe we should think a little more before deciding."

There was a moment of silence. In those peaceful moments when Isabella continued to lean on me, I tried to imagine the faces of our future children. How they would look, which of our features they would inherit… This thought both excited and frightened me.

"If we have a daughter," I said, "Celestia is definitely a great choice. But maybe we should consider another alternative name, just so we have more options."

Isabella laughed softly. "Of course. But I'll leave the job of finding alternative names for you. Your imagination sometimes surprises me."

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the door. When the door was gently knocked, Isabella and I were silent for a moment. As our eyes locked, the door slowly opened, and a maid entered. She was carrying the breakfast tray that had been prepared for this morning. The tray was filled with everything necessary for a very diverse breakfast.

She was the maid raised by Ganea in recent days.

The maid bowed slightly and said, "Enjoy your meal, your majesties," and placed the tray in the middle of the table.

Isabella smiled slightly, then looked at me and said, "I think you should eat something."

I nodded with a smile. "Yes, definitely," I said.

Isabella got out from under the covers and went and put on her nightgown. Then she approached the table and sat down, making a place for me next to her. The happiness in her eyes was still fresh and warm, but now we were focused on the dining table. The fact that these kinds of warm moments were now a part of an ordinary moment in my life made me feel special for some reason.

Isabella's loving gaze at me and the inviting smell of the breakfast on the table made the moment even more meaningful. Normally, until a few days ago, we would have breakfast as a family, but by the common decision of all my women, we would now have dinner together.

Because they wanted to work and wanted to have dinner with me more. Also, with this new "law", we would eat alone together every morning with every woman I was with. This made the women immediately approve. Of course, I had no choice but to accept their common decision.

"Say ah!"

Isabella spoke in a sweet voice as she brought the food in her hand to my mouth. I smiled and opened my mouth, letting Isabella feed me like a mother.

The taste of the food felt the meticulousness and love of Isabella's hands. Every bite was like a reflection of how much she cared about me. As I slowly chewed the food in my mouth, my eyes were locked on her face. The warmth and love in her eyes warmed my heart once again.

Isabella laughed softly when she saw my satisfied state. "If this continues, I might spoil you," she said.

"Maybe you should spoil me," I replied with a teasing smile. "After all, isn't it a queen's duty to make her king happy?"

Isabella giggled at my response. She put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her palms. Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "If a queen's duty is to make her king happy, what do you think is a king's duty?" she asked, her voice carrying a teasing tone.

There was a brief silence. Her question had caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered. "A king's duty..." I said with a theatrical pause. "Is to love, protect, and... spoil his queen at all times."

Isabella nodded, her smile widening. "Then you can be sure that you are fulfilling this duty. Keep it up."