Chapter 8 The King's Sinful Desires

• King Henry’s POV
• “Hold steady now!” Glorey, my head warrior, orders. The girl moved fast, obeying his command, and again she falls.
• “I am too bad at climbing,” Ellie groans, getting on her feet.
• “You only have to hold steady, Princess.” Glorey walks up to her now.
• When her eyes found mine, I looked away, pretending not to watch, but I know she was well aware of my act.
• When I looked over, she was gone, leaving only Glorey.
• “Learning to ride should not be that hard,” I murmur.
• “She is a girl, perhaps she will grow into it,” Silver retorts — my personal advisor and the only person who knows about my secret obsession.
• Henry Skwetc the Third of his name, and king of Zara Empire. My family were first dwellers in the Vale Lands; after my Father's Father chased out the dark tribes, we settled in vast lands and have built one of the largest kingdoms ever seen.
• The gods have blessed me with everything any man could ask for, yet I felt incomplete — all because of my brother's daughter. Ellie.
• Gunther was born by my Father's mistress years before my birth, making him an illegitimate son, so I became king after our Father's death.
• We lived in peace and harmony since Father made sure of that, so even after his death we still cared for one another.
• My brother is married and lives in the castle with his family. We were one big happy family, everything was going well, until that night two years ago.
• Since her birth, which happened to be on the night of my birthday ball, I had loved her. At first, I believed it was the love of an uncle to a niece, but sooner it twisted into something dark, and as the years went by it worsened.
• Two years ago, on a rainy night, I had walked out into the woods near the castle grounds when I stumbled on something.
• Just ahead was a lake, the same one we normally soaked in. The moonlight shone down on her skin.
• Ellie stood naked, entirely naked, her black hair wet on her milky skin.
• Gods, I almost lost it. My eyes didn’t dare blink or move so as not to miss a glance of her.
• She was only sixteen at that time, and she was already perfect.
• As crazy as I was, I lusted over her. To make things worse, Ellie loved me — as an uncle though. I try so hard to hide my emotions whenever she is around, even when we go swimming together as a family.
• However, since that incident, it’s gotten worse. When she laughs, walks, eats, sleeps — I stalk everything about her.
• This madness goes to the point of having her dirty underwear sent to me first, so I could sniff them. Gods, I am that crazy into Ellie, my seventeen-year-old niece who turns eighteen tomorrow.
• “I already sent an invitation to Francis. They arrive at noon tomorrow.” Her sweet voice resounds in the room. It was dinner time, and as usual we all ate together around the table.
• “Tomorrow is going to be so fun.” My ten-year-old daughter Shantel lets out, and both girls squeal.
• A frown stitches its way to my face. I spoke before thinking. “Who is Francis?”
• All eyes dart in my direction. My wife, Harper, replies instead. “Prince Francis of Dove Kingdom. They already made their intentions clear of sending a proposal for Ellie.”
• “Interesting part is the children are fond of themselves,” her mother, my brother’s wife, beamed.
• A growl left my lips before I could stop it. “The same boy whose family I do not approve of!”
• This time the room went silent. Then our eyes met and I saw the hurt.
• “But… he is a great match for Ellie,” Harper insists.
• “Brother, this is no opportunity we should miss, the House of Dove are a better alliance at the moment,” Gunther explains, but I heard none of them, my gaze was on the eyes I have been lusting over for years.
• “Why?” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes glossy like she was about to cry. And gods it hurt me.
• “He is not fit for you.” My voice was cold without wavering.
• “My king, you should reconsider. Francis cares for Ellie; she will bloom in the hands of the Doves.”
• “Enough! I refuse to acknowledge this union, and that’s final.” I was on my feet.
• A beat of silence. Then her voice came low but sharp. She bit her lip as the tear dropped. “You rejected Santos also, so why reject Francis too?”
• Hearing her call their names made my blood boil. She could never understand the things I would do for her — the lengths I would go just to make her understand who she belonged to.
• Never!
• Ellie was mine and I'd be damned if someone dares to steal her from me.
• “They are not fit for you.” I growled again.
• Suddenly she is up on her feet, gave a short nod before walking out of the room. Then Gunther and his wife ran after her. Shantel frowned at me before walking away also.
• “This is not you,” Harper whispers before walking away. Indeed I was truly fucked.
• That night, I could barely sleep, so I went out for a walk, only to catch sight of the one person I should be ignoring.
• Our eyes met and immediately she bolts into the library where I know she must have been all along.
• “Ellie.” I call after her, but she ignores me, running further into the dark room.
• When I eventually caught her, she resists my grasp. “Stay still.” I order in a sharp voice, causing her motionless.
• “Let me go, Uncle.” She whispers against me, my body pressed her tiny one now, her back was against the shelf. She was trapped and gods I lost control at that moment.
• I kissed her, without holding back or thinking of what my actions might cause.
• When I left her, she was in shock, plump lips now red as they parted as she stared at me. Tears were welling in her eyes.
• “Uncle, what have you done?” she whispers, her voice breaking.
• “What I should have done a long time ago.”
• I pull her against me now, claiming her lips once more. She tries to escape, but my hold is too strong.
• Minutes pass, and she begins to moan and tremble when my lips suck on her neck now. I bite her skin, and she clutches my robe, her body trembling.
• “Ellie, honey, you don't know what you do to me.” I groan as my fingers move on their own beneath her dress.
• She is a frightened mess now, eyes wide as her thighs close on their own, trapping my hand.
• “It's alright, baby… let me in; allow Uncle to take good care of you,” I whisper in her ear.
• “Uncle… please…” she begged. I guess she didn't even know what she implored for as my finger grazed her already moist core.
• “Stars! Ellie, are you wet already?” I tease her folds now; she whimpers in my hold.
• “Fuck, I need to taste you.” Immediately I carried her to the librarian's desk; perplexity filled her face.
• I knew so well she was still untouched; our kiss tonight was her first, and I intend to accomplish more tonight.
• “Uncle?” she called out when I knelt before her parted legs. I saw the fear in them.
• “Relax and enjoy, sweetie pie. Tonight Uncle will make you feel so good, in ways you never imagined.”
• That look of trust was all I needed to proceed, so I attacked her that moment. Gods, she was perfect, more mature than that first night; the curls on her pussy made her more beautiful.
• “Un..cle…ohh.” she moaned when I sucked gently on her folds.
• This virgin pussy was so juicy, so tight that my tongue struggled to penetrate. Her moans drove me crazy.
• I was a growling mess as I ate her fast and hard, like a starved man, because indeed I was. Of her.
• Soon wet sounds of me sucking hard on her pussy, and her moans filled the space. Fuck she was so loud, but I cared less. “Fuck, sweetie pie, you taste better than I imagined.”
• She shivered as I plunged my finger into her, and she came hard, hands gripping my hair while convulsing on the old Liberian’s desk.
• “What have we done…?” she stutters after I stood up, but I hush her with my fingers.
• “See what you do to me.” I bring her hand over to my hard cock, its large head sticking out of my robe.
• Using my hand, I squeeze hers on my cock; she gasps I growl. Then a noise from outside—patrol guards, I guess. Ellie trembled, then pushed me away before fleeing from my grasp.
• How do I live now that I made that pussy come and know how it tastes?
• Truly the king was fucked.