Chapter 155 - War of the Four Kings (II)
"Doran, don't blame me. Blame yourself for not being determined enough to choose your own heir." Aenar Targaryen thought, looking at Arianne, naked beside him.
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The next morning.
"Don't go, my king." Arianne hugged Aenar from behind, pressing her naked body against his back. Her whisper sounded like that of a demon, inducing people to fall into the arms of hell.
She bit his ear and continued with her devilish, seductive whispers. "Let me help you calm your desires, my beautiful king."
Aenar couldn't help but feel ready for battle again. The Desert Princess knew exactly how to excite him. At the same time, he was speechless. That had been his and Arianne's first time, but one was more abnormal than the other. While Aenar didn't seem to get tired, Arianne also showed infinite energy.
"Aren't you tired?" Bringing the woman into the shelter of his arms, Aenar couldn't help but ask, curious. He knew very well the power of his own body. During the night, when he had been with Arianne, he had held back as much as he could, but even a fraction of his strength was not something to be taken lightly.
"I'm exhausted." Arianne rested her head on his shoulder and answered softly. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and a tired but seductive smile played across his slightly swollen lips.
"But I have to serve my king." Arianne continued, her voice sweet and engaging. "To fulfill my goals, my ambitions and my desires, I must make sure that my king never forgets this night."
Aenar looked at the woman in his arms with a calm gaze. However, he smiled and whispered in her ear: "You are my first wife. There's no forgetting you, my ambitious serpent."
A smile appeared on Arianne's lips as she heard this. She had already realized the night before that, like her, he was inexperienced. "But Your Grace is a quick learner." She couldn't help but comment, her cheeks flushing as she remembered some embarrassing positions.