Son of the Hero King

After Sol left to deal with some minuscule problems and Clara went ahead to prepare a travel schedule for Sol and co, Milia had to admit that she felt a little excited about the incoming trip she was going to have with her dear lord.

Her life experience had not been the greatest thing one could hope to have. Living as an orphan in the capital, being used as an experiment subject for almost half of her life, working as an assassin for the Kingdom then as the master spy and head maid of the royalty of the kingdom of Lustburg.

Because of all the things that she had to go through in her tumultuous life, her experience outside of the wall of the capitals only amounted to the operations where she had to kill someone or flee from being killed by someone. It was truly a sorry fate.

She never had the chance to truly walk outside the walls of the Capital and have some fun. She knew that she wasn’t the only one in this situation so this made the trip all the more enjoyable in her opinion. She couldn’t wait to have the grand experience she was dreaming of in her mind.

Walking inside the office, Milia felt her heart beating heavily as her excitement continued to increase with each second.

She knew that the party would be too powerful to actually face any threat but still, it would be a nice change of pace for her.

She would have never thought that such things could bring her so much happiness and all of this was thanks to one man, Sol, her dearest lord. Just thinking about him was enough for her burning excitement to shoot through the roof and hazy and scandalous thoughts to run along her depraved mind.

She hesitated slightly, wondering whether what she had in mind would really be a good idea or not, but then walked toward the door and made sure it was locked firmly then turned around and looked at the scene of the quiet office.

She took a few hesitant steps, before reaching the office chair and took place where Sol usually sat to dish out his royal duties.

“Ah…”

Milia breathed in and her expression loosened slightly for the first time in a while. There were many scents that were filling the room, but in this place, his scent was simply overpowering.

She could see the documents that were yet to be processed and his favorite fountain pen that was engraved with the insignia of the royal family and the church as well as Sol’s name being written on it.

“Ah…”

The more she embraced this scent, the hazier her expression became. In the end, she took the fountain pen and brought it towards her.

‘Perhaps I should leave this place?’

Her rationale was trying to bring her to her senses but she was far too gone in the throes of lust and depravity to care about mere rationality. Lustful thoughts had already stirred deep in the recesses of her mind at this point for her to care about anything.

It had been so long since Sol last held her in his passionate and loving embrace filled with the warmth that was the last thing saving her sanity. She knew he was busy and for that very reason… all she could do was relieve herself in the confines of her room while gazing at her ever-growing collection.

‘Just a little bit should be okay…’

The voices of a lustful devil seemed to murmur in her ears and in the end, the voices of the endearing devil won over her reasonings and rationales.

She slowly rolled up her long maid skirt, exposing her white garter belt and panties, which had become damp at this point. Holding up the pen she slowly brought it over her black panties and started to rub it lightly with gentle strokes.

“Sigh… Your Highness.”

Hot sighs leaked out from her as her face became progressively more flushed with each stroke applied over her flowing garden. This was just a pen but since it had his name engraved on it, it gave her a certain immoral feeling about the things she was doing with his belongings.

Just imagining him using that pen later on without knowing what she did made her shiver and groan with lustful pants. At the same time, it satisfied the deep and twisted desire for monopoly that was hidden in her heart.

“Nh~!”

How many minutes went by? Perhaps an instant? Or perhaps over a dozen? But she did not care about the time. She simply was not able to. Her feverish face had now become completely dyed in the shades of red. Her eyes had become hazy and her mind was already approaching cloud nine.

A sweet smell had started to spread in the office room and an ever-growing stain was showing on her already damp panties while a clear liquid started to flow and leak out from the sides.

Soon, the sensations were not enough for her. She wanted more, way more. She pushed the panties to the side, and gently shoved the pen inside all while imagining it was Sol’s experienced digits finally entering her.

She felt so ashamed of her actions, but her lust and desire were simply too overpowering for her to give mind to her shame. She imagined that it was Sol using his finger to bring relief to her and she leaked out a sob of pleasure as she reached a new crescendo. Her inner flesh tightened around the pen and she began to accelerate her movements.

Her thin love liquid flowed incessantly from her place and stained the chair below her;

“Nh~! Please, more!”

Shame was dead as fast as it was born and all that mattered now for her was reaching the peak. An exhilarating feeling of pleasure began to gather towards her lower abdomen.

Her whole body began to tremble and the rhythm of her breathing increased dramatically.

She was just a little short. Just a little more and she would reach what she sought…

“Your Highness~!”

“You called?”

“...”

“...”

A silence, utterly absolute in its overwhelming presence, befell the room that one might think Medea had launched a time impeding spell on the room. Milia slowly, very slowly opened her eyes. All this while she was praying, hoping that this was just the result of her imagination. That her senses had been wrong and she was just hallucinating his voice due to the longing in her heart.

But…

Looking at Sol sitting on the opposite chair with his head resting on the palm of his hand and a teasing smile on his face— shame went through her whole being as it kicked out the feeling of lust completely. No matter how fast she was, she knew she was doomed.

She could even imagine her current appearance.

“Oh? Why stop? Continue, I was honestly enjoying the show.”

Milia wished she could rewind time. Sadly she had no such powers. Maybe she could coerce Medea into doing it in her stead?

(AN: So from Tomorrow (25th to 27th) there will be two chapters every day as the reward for the dragon I received. It should have happened a few days ago but I had to adjust the schedule. I am currently in Morroco Casablanca by the way. I just realized Milia had like 5 or so smut chapters all in all without counting special chapters or cha where she fingers herself without Sol. Damn. I honestly thought it was much more. Time to make up for this

Also, good Ramadan to everyone involved. My editor is Muslim so it’s funny hearing him cry and curse about how I am forcing him to edit smut chapters. Haha.)