The Monstrous King and his sweet Evil Queen
In the mysterious realm of Kalvon, where shadows whispered tales of Kings and Queens, none were as infamous as King Jetaime. Whispers echoed through the cobblestone corridors and darkened chambers of the palace, painting a macabre portrait of a heartless sovereign scarred by the cruelty of fate. His legs, so the tales spun, were lifeless appendages, and his face, a grotesque canvas of boils. His was a visage that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared imagine it. Yet, destiny took an unforeseen turn on the eve of a grand wedding night. Princess Jaelyn, cursed and hidden away within the confines of Malavon Castle, was the unwilling pawn in a malevolent game of power. Her name, synonymous with evil, and her every step marked by the devil's touch. However, as she stepped into the grand hall to meet her monstrous groom, a man emerged before her, shattering the grotesque image painted by gossip. King Jetaime stood not as the rumored monster, but as a vision of unexpected sweetness, love, and undeniable handsomeness. The discrepancy between the tales and the reality sparked a whispered question in the minds of those who witnessed this surreal union — had she unwittingly married an imposter, or were the rumors nothing more than twisted fragments of a darker imagination? As King Jetaime and Princess Jaelyn embarked on their tumultuous journey, the chessboard of power and revenge unfolded. Locked in a dance of secrets and hidden motives, the two found themselves entangled in a love that defied the expectations set by the world. The King, who had never allowed anyone close, now placed his heart willingly in her hands. Princess Jaelyn, driven by the flames of vengeance, found an unexpected ally in the man she was supposed to despise. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of courtly politics, facing a power struggle fueled by conspiracies that threatened to tear them apart. In the battle between love and destiny, the question lingered like an ethereal mist — was their connection a mere human maneuver or a divinely fated love? As the story unfolded, the narrative wove a tapestry of twists and turns, challenging the very essence of their existence. Could love truly conquer all things, or were some cases destined to be eternally hopeless? Two empty hearts, two lives devoid of love, collided in a dance of darkness and light. A monster king and an evil queen united to become one, their journey unfurling like a forbidden scroll. The world watched with bated breath as the saga unfolded — a tale of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny that defied the predetermined life. Cover by Java graphics.
First Kiss
The corset beneath the dress was causing great discomfort and despite her dislike of the king's presence, she knew he was right. Sleeping in the dress would result in unbearable pain.
"It has thousands of tiny buttons," Lyn said feeling hopeless it might take the entire night to take off the gown, "It's a good thing I'm great with buttons." Jetaime smiles.
"You only wear black, right?" Jetaime interrupted in a firm tone with a hint of annoyance. Lyn's breath caught in her throat as she saw the intensity in his eyes. Despite her previous anger, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He motioned for her to stand up.
In a commanding whisper, Jetaime declared, "It doesn't matter what you wear, you'll always be captivating to me. You're shining like diamonds, in fact, the opposite of putting me off." Lyn couldn't help but shiver at Jetaime's touch as he leaned in closer to caress her face and lips.
"What do you mean?" Lyn asked, uncertain of what the King was requesting of her. She avoided looking at him, feeling unsure of what to do. Jetaime realized that it would be better to show her instead of simply telling her. He gently caressed her lips, causing Lyn's bottom lip to tremble. He moved his head closer to hers, and Lyn tried her best not to move, holding onto her gown halfway up.
Lyn did not object to Jetaime's advances, as she did not push him away or say anything. Jetaime took this as her consent, although he was a gentleman and did not need her permission.
He looked deeply into her eyes as he moved closer to her, and Lyn unconsciously shut her eyes, unaware of what was about to happen. Jetaime kissed her lips slowly and passionately, and it was their first kiss. They felt a strong connection through the kiss as if they were meant to be together. Everything suddenly made sense.
Jetaime and Lyn experienced a transformative moment where they shed their usual identities and found solace in each other. In that moment, Jetaime wasn't weighed down by the responsibilities of being a king and Lyn wasn't burdened by feeling unloved and ignored. Together, they felt complete and content. Lyn allowed herself to fully embrace the moment and let go of any logical thinking.
Jetaime was determined to feel the connection, convincing himself that he was human and capable of feeling. He continued without hesitation, sealing the moment with a perfect and magical kiss. Lyn took a little while to catch up but proved to be a quick learner.
The magic kiss confirms everything they couldn't possibly deny. Jetaime continues to unbutton her dress from the bottom up while kissing her, it was hot and intense. Lyn felt Jetaime's hands on her waist moving down slowly as electrifying as that felt she gather her strength to push him away while taking deep breaths, she felt like someone who just escapes from space and was being deprived of oxygen.
"Really now. Do I need to teach you how to breath while at it?" Jetaime said. He and Lyn shared a funny, amused look. "How could I possibly breath when you were blocking my airway?" Lyn argued still catching her breath.
"I wasn't holding blocking your nose," Jetaime confidently denies, wanting to assure Lyn that she didn't have to be uncomfortable during their kiss. "Finally done," Lyn sighs in relief as she looks at her gown. She quickly crawls out of it, ready for some rest. Jetaime, still feeling the effects of their kiss, takes a moment to regain her composure.
"Tell me, you felt it. Tell me I'm not crazy that you also felt it, you felt something right?" Jetaime asks anxiously staring at Lyn still she was clueless but gentle laughs at him, he was acting absurdly and she finds it funny. "I knew you felt it too," Jetaime hissed while Lyn walks back to the bed.
"Do you hate me a little less now?" Jetaime asked joining her on the bed. Lyn's face suddenly changes, she wasn't smiling anymore. "Oh no, it's seem I'm not there yet," Jetaime said.
He starts to tickle her till she couldn't stop laughing. "Am I forgiving even a little bit?" Jetaime asked still tickling her. "Yes! Yes, you are, a little," Lyn resorted, knowing it was the only way he was going to stop. It was the first time he saw her laugh out that much and he was mesmerized by her beauty and her smile as her crown.
"Thank you," Jetaime whispers. Lyn thought he was confusing; he was always showing different sides of his personality. She understands as a king he needed to be though but she didn't want to be a part of it. "I want to tell you something," Jetaime interrupted her thought, "What?" she asked.
"First, I will have to hold you like this," he said pulling her into his arms and wrapping his hand around him. "Now it's perfect," Jetaime sighed.
"Will you tell me now or do you have other preconditions?" "Can I add another condition?" Jetaime asked taking full advantage as he traces his hand on her thigh slowly Lyn gulps hard, she was feeling a little hot. She could feel something poking her from behind but she couldn't move away because Jetaime was hugging her tight.
A weird and awkward feeling she thought, before she could process her mind and figure out what was going on, Jetaime flips her over, now he was on top and Lyn beneath and that only means one thing. She was not ready for it but Jetaime was ready and couldn't hold it together anymore.