Chapter 427 Monarch
WARNING:
This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.
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Once the war finally began, the negative impact that occurred afterward would be immediately felt as it spread through various aspects of life. Starting from the casualties of both parties, the destruction of order following the disorder due to war, the prolonged trauma to children who were exposed to such tragedies, and the occurrence of diseases that would arise from the event.
In any part of the world where a kingdom has become a battlefield, innocent civilians would surely suffer the consequences the most, albeit the fact they were not responsible for the war itself.
When destruction blazed before their eyes, destroying their everyday life, the helpless people could only be trapped in horror, questioning the important role of their leaders, their king, in dealing with this problem.
Tristan has become their king as well as their monarch, and thus, the burden of ensuring the safety of the people and the kingdom automatically fell on his shoulders. Whatever the outcome of the war would be, his name could not be separated from it.
However, on the other hand, he still has a family to protect. As an older brother, there was no way he could ignore the fact that his sister was in danger. No matter the situation, in his eyes the safety and life of his younger sibling was his top priority.
It was supposedly an easy choice for Tristan, but right now, the kingdom he has built and the people around him all hope for him to make the 'right' decision. One that involved the good of the people. Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
All the teasing nimble and soft fingers, coupled with the alluring smell they each exuded, quickly stoked the flames of his passion. He could feel his body rapidly growing hot, as he enjoyed the spectacle it was receiving.
It was Illiana who first took off her dress and let Tristan caress her two curvy peaks. His hands were immersed in the incredible sensation they gave off.
"Stop thinking about tomorrow, and let's treasure our moments together."
Those words were swiftly followed by an aggressive move by the purple-haired woman toward his manhood, which had already clearly poked at his pants.
Tristan's mind was clouded with desire as he eagerly reciprocated Illiana's advances, losing himself in the moment. The intensity of their passion only grew as they explored each other's bodies, consumed by their mutual lust.
Tristan looked upon all three goddesses before him and said, "Serve your monarch."
First, he carried and threw Illiana onto the bed; however, he did not join her just yet. Instead, he turned and faced the golden-haired beauty, stripped off her silver gown, and began to caress her body.
At the same time, Hererra was already down on her knees and playing with the King's shaft, preparing it for the coming battle against the three beauties.
Serene was no longer shy like she used to be; she stepped in and started to kiss his neck as she felt the hand exploring her luscious body, letting her lips and teeth play on his skin and leave possessive marks. The intoxicating kiss continued to spread until she reached his tempting broad chest; she didn't forget to play with her tongue, letting Tristan release his moans.
Impatient, Illiana forcefully called upon him, "Don't you dare let me wait."
Tristan's eyes were further shrouded in a mist of lust seeing the dark elf beauty move into position, ready for the Monarch to move into her, giving her a jolt of pleasure and sinking into pure joy.
All three lie down into Tristan's mercy as he ravages them one after another.
The three beauties successfully took Tristan's worries away, and after hours of pure pleasure, the next morning Tristan was ready to lead his army into war.