Chapter 11

Gorsep was sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace again when he heard the soft creaking of the door. Without turning around, he knew who it was. The red-haired beauty was standing in the doorway. Old Wierba did a good job. Gorsep smiled and approached the girl. She had a beautiful alabaster complexion and amber eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Erona."

Gorsep scanned her face with his eyes, then touched his fingers to the girl's full lips. He gently ran his thumb along the line of the chin and then the neckline. The girl really had the assets to breathe freely. Eona did not defend herself, she knew who Gorsep was. If she was going to be free again, it could be only thanks to him. She stepped away from the prince, flashed him a flirtatious smile, and walked slowly toward the bed. She stopped and in one slow movement unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the ground.

Gorsep watched the red-haired beauty in silence, he felt the desire growing in him. She had a beautiful body and nicely full shaped ass, she turned around and the prince pushed her lightly on the bed. Her red hair spilled over the white sheets and Gorsep took off his shirt without taking his eyes off his mistress. Then, slowly like a mountain cat, he climbed onto the bed and let Erona undo his trousers. He felt her hands on his chest as they slowly traced their way over his muscular body, sliding down to his buttocks. Her nails dug into his flesh as she firmly pulled his hips to hers. Gorsep continued to smile without taking his eyes off his prey. He slowly leaned in, gently brushing his lips against hers first and then licking her mouth with his tongue. He waited for her to open them and let his tongue slip inside. It was a long passionate kiss, their tongues intertwined together fighting for dominance. Gorsep grabbed Erona by the red curls and pulled her head back with one firm move, transferring the kiss from her lips to her neck and then the collarbone line.

His hands rested on the girl's breasts, gently massaging her nipples until he felt their hardness and a quiet sigh of pleasure escaped from Erona's mouth. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, she grabbed him by the hair, he heard her accelerate breathing, he decided to check if she was ready for him. His fingers easily slid inside her hot interior for a moment he teased her entrance, feeling how she flexes her hips. She was ready, Gorsep didn't feel like caring for the foreplay any more, he'd been without a woman for too long. He parted her legs and pushed his manhood inside her. Erona let out a soft moan and Gorsep, after a few slow thrusts, sped up. He threw his lover's legs on his shoulders to immerse himself in her as deeply as possible. He gradually increased the pace, listening to the wet sounds their bodies made. He pushed harder and harder and more aggressively he felt his orgasm approaching. Erona's breathing was getting shallower and louder, after a while she let out a stifled moan and Gorsep felt her tightening on his manhood. A moment later, all the tension left his body, spilling a wave of pleasure.

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There must have been a draft somewhere, for the candle flame quivered with an invisible force. Belmor was walking back and forth the room nervously, picking at his beard. Angel was sitting comfortably in a chair. The flickering candlelight cast strange shadows on the walls, and in the corner only a shadow of a man silhouette could be seen.

"After midnight tonight then." Belmor's voice was firm, "You know what to do. You will get the rest of the money after completing the task."

The mysterious shadow nodded. In his hand he held an ornate female hairpin with a sharp point.

"Go now and remember, death to the traitor." He repeated the familiar Equerd's call.

Shadow smiled to himself, how many times has he heard that? Setia liked to repeat this phrase very much. Well, some jobs are done for money, others for pleasure. He was going to enjoy this job.

As soon as the footsteps in the corridor died away, Belmor sank into a chair and instinctively reached for his wine.

"Do you think it'll work?" Belmore's face was pale and his hands were sticky with sweat.

"Yes, I know him well." Angel waved his hand dismissively. "This is not the first order. As soon as he completes his mission, I will personally kill him. Now is the perfect time. He's with that redhead whore. You know how she is, she's been here for a few weeks and defends her virtue as if she was a princess and not a simple slave. The blame will fall on her, especially considering the murder weapon."

"Are your men to be trusted?"

"Yes, I have chosen my faithful people, with the help of your squad we will control the chaos after the prince's death and then, when his dad comes to the rescue, you will go at the head of your army and take over Kanror, explaining to the troops that it was the will of the deceased brother, who was slaughtered by the Orchad troops. They will believe this, after all that Erona we also bought from Orchad." Angel wiped a tear from his eye theatrically.

"I will take care of your brother's death at this time."

"Yeah," Belmor rubbed his black beard nervously with his hand. "It's a risky plan, but I have no other choice." I've had enough of my brother's rule, now it's my turn to write the history of Hadgard.

"Exactly." Angel nodded to him in full understanding. "We will make everyone confused, we will cast false suspicions, everyone will be afraid to speak and you will be the natural next ruler. When the matter is settled, I will become the ruler of the Errid Keep, and you will give me one of your daughters as a wife. To better establish your power, you will give Nadrif the marriage he dreams of, his daughter with the prince of Gardynia. Your son will be the guarantor of peace and the rest will agree to this turn of events. Egrid is old, no need to worry about his opinion and support for your brother, his days are numbered.

Belmor sighed, exhaustion overtook him, and the night was just beginning.

"Now is the best time, there will be no better, nobody suspects anything." Angel added

"I'm starting a new life tomorrow." Belmor's voice became more confident.