He was drowning in it.

In his vision, the Knight's pace quickened, becoming harder, more urgent. His wife responded to it with equal urgency. The sway of her body and her soundless cries showed that they were both at the peak of pleasure.

She was close. Solaris the third could see it in the tense way their lower bodies communicated with each other. It was like an exquisite torture, painful yet thrilling.

His wife's eyes met the knight's, and the knight's hers. The two looked at each other and connected one last, brutal time, sinking and burying themselves to the pleasure entirely.

"Mmmngh... Mmfff..." He could imagine her moans which she tried to muffle using the mattress as climax ripped through her, her body convulsing around the man.

The king saw the knight's cock smeared with the slurry of their nectar, enter inside his wife's cunt entirely. The girth and the ballsack twitched, pressing forward in a series of sharp jerks as the latter ejaculated inside her.

How many times did he ejaculate inside her? The king already lost count.

The pair strayed connected for a long time; the falling of their chests indicated how passionately they were at it.

Having unloaded his seed inside her, the knight withdrew his sword from her wet, slick entrance. The sight was immediately captured by the king, the thick trickles of milky white liquid, proof of his wife and the knight's illicit union, seep out of her vagina and flow down from her inner thigh to his bed.

It painted a beautiful, sensual picture that immediately destroyed all of his ill will.

The two stayed like that for a while, connected in the most intimate of positions. The king was waiting for the next scene to start with eager breath when, suddenly, for a second, he met his wife's eyes again.

Those beautiful eyes that were previously crimson now shone with a beguiling pink light. For a moment, it felt like she could see through him, not the slumbering body, but the him in the dream who was very much awake.

The gaze only lasted for a short while before she placed her attention back on the knight as they pressed their bodies in a deep kiss.

From there, the scene continued in a never ending torment; no, excitement. The two went at it like animals in heat, fucking again and again.

The knight seemed like he had an endless stamina and semen stored within his sack, going for one round after another, ejaculating every drop of it inside his wife and smearing her with his scent.

The knight was one thing, but he never knew that his wife, the Queen, also had such a large sex drive to be able to keep up with him.

Seeing them go at it until the entire place was filled with their memories and nectar, he realised one thing. He was defeated.

The thought was like a rock sinking inside a lake; the fact reached deep within his being. He was defeated not just as a king but as a man. He felt how inferior he was to the Knight.

The latter's stamina was a legend. His cock, a weapon of pure, unyielding virility that he could never even hope to match. But more than that, it was the way the knight took his wife. With a raw, animalistic passion, a deep carnal yearning that he could never match.

He thought of his own lovemaking sessions with palace maids up until now, they were all simplistic, pleasant, a performance done to achieve the most basic of human functions.

However, today, after seeing the knight, he realised that he had never made any woman beg and twist in ecstasy like that. He had never made any woman drip with the nectar of dozens of sessions. He had never made any woman look that beguiling and tempting after fucking her silly.

A familiar warmth came from the thing between his thighs that was painfully erect and throbbing right now. An unmistakable sign of his arousal and the fact that he was enjoying it. It was the warmth of surrender. Of acceptance.

And with it came a clarifying, devastating realisation of the feeling he was having right now. At this moment, at this time, while witnessing the infidelity of his wife as she transformed underneath that man. He found the whole thing weirdly enjoyable and exciting.

Seeing her drowned in another man's semen, fucked into a state of bliss he could never provide, the sight was the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever known.

Even if it might be a reality, he felt it was acceptable, heck, exciting even. He wanted to see more, more of his wife that he didn't know about.

The admission was like a key opening a lock deep within his soul, letting out all the dark, obscene emotions out.

While this happened, the dream continued. Even after going for who knew how many rounds and filling the entire chamber with the fluids of their sex, the two seemed like they were still insatiated.

The knight moved. He didn't speak. He simply grabbed the woman by her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then while still connected at the pelvis, he lifted her up.

!!! The king was once again amazed by yet another attribute of the man. Standing true to their rank, the knight picked his wife up with a strength that made his own martial prowess seem feeble and pathetic in comparison.

At this somewhat brutish action, his wife gasped, as if enjoying his rough touch. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her body arched to accommodate the deep angle.

The knight's lips moved; he could now see the other party's features more clearly. While he could not tell exactly what the other party was saying, his amateurish lip reading told him that it had something to do with the balcony.

And then, as if to prove him right, the knight began to walk towards the balcony, while carrying his wife effortlessly.

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