Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 188

Chapter 188: • A Holy Union… Sort Of Part Four (+18)

Her thighs were quivering, spread wide from where he’d held her down; her sweaty skin was red with marks from his hands—handprints stamped on her like he’d claimed every inch. Her ass was the same deal, cheeks all red and sore where he’d smacked her hard. Her neck looked rough too, from his fingers where he’d gripped her just tight enough to make her head spin.

Isode’s chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with every desperate breath of air. She looked utterly ruined.

Arkanos leaned down, one hand bracing himself on the bed, the other tilting her chin up so her dazed violet eyes met his.

His voice came out rough, almost a growl, but teasing. “So, priestess,” he panted, a smirk tugging at his lips, “tell me—how was it?”

Isode’s chest heaved as her lips slowly curved into a radiant smile. “It was…” she whispered, her voice hoarse but warm, “amazing.”

She said, her smile widening as she gazed up at him, her flushed face glowing with adoration and the thrill of being utterly his. He chuckled softly.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

His gentle touch lingered on her face when a sudden, low rumble shook the heavy wooden door of Isode’s chambers.

Isode’s breath hitched, her eyes widening with a look of panic. “What was that?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling as she instinctively clutched at the torn linens, trying to cover herself.

Her gaze darted to the door, then back to Arkanos. “Maybe… maybe we should grab our clothes,” she stammered, her flushed cheeks deepening with embarrassment at the thought of being caught in such a state—naked, marked.

Arkanos’s lips curled into a slow, almost sinister chuckle, his eyes flicking to the door with a knowing glint; he sensed the aura of the one behind the door ages ago.

So he didn’t move, instead leaned back slightly, one hand still resting on Isode’s thigh.

“No need to worry, head priestess… the one outside? They’ve got no intention of interrupting us.”

His smile widened, sharp and predatory, as if he could see right through the door to whoever lurked beyond.

Isode’s brow furrowed, confused. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Who was out there? And why did Arkanos seem so… unbothered?

But before she could press further, he leaned in, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her into a sudden, searing kiss.

His lips were demanding, hungry, swallowing her questions as his tongue claimed her mouth with the same ruthless intensity he’d shown her body.

Isode melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her earlier panic drowned by the heat of his touch.

Meanwhile, beyond the heavy door of Isode’s chambers, a figure stood in the shadowed corridor, her breath coming in steamy puffs that curled in the cool air. Marshal Seraphine, her blonde hair stuck to her face due to sweat, her piercing blue eyes wide with a look of shock and something far more dangerous, pressed herself against the wall.

Her armored chest rose and fell rapidly, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

She’d been searching for the emperor to have him decide what group the newly summoned heroes would be joining, since it seemed it had become an argument; she was told the emperor and the head priestess went deeper into the cathedral to deal with personal matters… and so she began to search for them, but when she’d heard… sounds.

Sounds that drew her to Isode’s door like a moth to a flame.

She heard the sounds, their words, knew what they were doing, and yet decided to watch through the keyhole.

And now, she was caught, her heart pounding as she realized she’d stumbled—literally—against the door at the sight of the emperor’s full body, which sent a wave of heat to her core; the rumble of her misstep gave away her presence.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling. “I got distracted… lost my balance for just a moment.”

Her mind raced, her pulse hammering in her ears.

‘He knows I’m here now. Will he come out? Will he be angry that I was spying?’

Her thoughts spiraled, a mix of fear and something hotter, something forbidden.

‘Would he… punish me?’

The idea sent a shiver down her spine, her thighs clenching beneath her black undergarments, hidden beneath the sleek plates of her imperial armor.

Seraphine’s breath caught as she hesitated, then, unable to resist, leaned forward and peered through the keyhole again. Her eyes widened, her flush deepening as she saw Arkanos, his sweat-slicked body towering over Isode, his lips locked on hers in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Seraphine’s heart stuttered, a low whimper escaping her lips as she pressed herself closer to the door, her body betraying her with a rush of heat.

“I’ve seen what I shouldn’t have,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible, laced with guilt and… desire.

“He’ll have to punish me now…” Her hand moved almost of its own accord, slipping beneath the hem of her undergarments, her fingers finding her clit, already wet with her arousal.

She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she teased herself, her eyes still glued to the keyhole, to the sight of Arkanos’s toned body.

‘Punish me, my Emperor,’

She thought, her mind spiraling into forbidden fantasies.

‘I’m supposed to be your loyal sword, your marshal, and yet… I’m harboring these improper thoughts…’

Her fingers moved faster, her breath hitching as the pressure built, her body trembling against the door.

The image of Arkanos, his power, his control, burned into her mind, and with a sudden, muffled gasp, she came, her fluids soaking her black undergarments, seeping through to dampen the fabric beneath her armor.

Her knees buckled, and she slumped against the wall, panting, her blue eyes wide with a look of shame and exhilaration.

Her free hand covered her mouth, stifling the soft whimpers that threatened to escape.

Her other hand, now wet with her own fluids, hovered before her face, the glistening fingers catching the faint torchlight from the corridor.

Her blue eyes widened, staring at the evidence of her transgression, her cheeks burning beneath the flush that stained them.

“What am I even doing?”