_ One hell of a curse

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{ Mature content; but not too intense}

As soon as the duke and duchess were out of sight, Cargan began to fume in frustration and anger.

"Easy for them to say! It's not them who have to suffer eternal pain. It is not them who have to endure endless pain and burden. It is not them who have a whole line to protect because everyone under him will suffer while he is suffering. They want to wage war on Fionn's line because they need ice to sell their wines!" his irritation festered in him.

Celio could finally walk up to him now that the third party was gone. "Calm down prince Cargan. Remember they do not know all of this and we do not want them to know either. Think according to their perspective. Not knowing about the curses, they will find it hard to believe an immortal being could fall sick occasionally like prince Fionn is"

Celio was right.

The divine citizens might think of it as a conspiracy. Finally, he could calm down a little.

"Your words are true Celio. My anger is gone but what is left now is a pity for Fionn. It is funny how he takes it well too. I mean when you see him, he'd be so quiet and full of smiles" Cargan tapped his forehead.

Celio took a bottle of white wine from the royal office's wine shelf and a cup too.

He poured Cargan some of its content. White wine was Cargan's best.

"Wine soothes every man's pain" Cargan recited as he took the cup and gulped down its content.

He hoped to hell his miseries went down with him.

"You see Celio– lately, even I am getting tired of having my drinks like this. If it's not chilled then it's nothing" he smiled a bitter smile.

"I hope there is a breakthrough soon. I pray the high priestesses receive a revelation soon and you all be saved" Celio breathed.

Cargan was thinking.

He remembered Fiana. He did send her away. Was that not a form of neglecting his duties? To think that Fionn would suffer with him if he failed to meet up with his requirements –all because his personal preference did not permit for him to savor the endless intercourse he was bound to have every day.

He was decided to man up and face his duties as he should. No one should suffer because of his selfishness.

Not Fionn, not the people of the line who would catch the bond disease and die if he didn't heal faster.

"Are you with your cell phone?" he suddenly asks Celio out of the blue.

Celio, who looked surprised to hear the prince ask him nodded vaguely. "Yes, your eminence. It's in my pocket"

"Bring it out and dial Fiana's quarters. Send her here" he ordered.

Celio's surprised look augmented. "But— I thought you sent her away?"

"Just send for her. I shouldn't neglect my duties"

Without giving no further reply, Celio did his prince's bid.

Cargan already stood from his seat. "I will leave for my personal suite now. Go to the duplex for me and keep tabs on the progress of Valentina and the girls," he ordered.

"Yes, prince Cargan. High mother Fiana will arrive soon" Celio provided.

The two men walked out of the office and into the corridor until Celio had to leave the palace while Cargan went up the staircase on his way to his suite.

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As he sat on his bed, he told himself he needed a shower. The sweat from the stress of dealing with the duke and duchess made him feel dirty.

As quick as lightning, he emptied his body of the clothing draped over it. So much did he relish the beautiful feeling of the breeze when it cascaded the toughness of his skin when he was naked.

So mostly when he was alone, he was naked.

The maids would always have his bath ready in case he comes to the room to take a shower which he scarcely did. After bathing in the morning, the next bath would be at night.

He would rather enjoy the feel of sand on his skin than wash them away. After all, he was the god of sand.

However, on days like this— days when he got his rage stirred because of greedy mortals which Garrett and Valda were an excellent examples of, he had to tame it.

His fury, he always tamed it with the glories of the holy sand he mediates on for cultivation. But today, Fiana would soon be here so, a bath would do as a substitute.

He was halfway into his bath when he heard the opening of the door. Fiana was inside.

He sighed and was about to step out of the tub when the impatient woman flung the door of the bathroom open and stepped in.

"You made me the happiest woman in the line by changing your mind Cargan. I cannot imagine having to rush because of Emelda or having a twosome with her!" she ranted and was already pulling her dress off.

Oh, this would forever wear him out.

True, Fiana was an attractive woman. All of his wives were.

Fiana was one of the youngest and also one of the newest. She was one of the girls who had come as a high house scholar like the new girls but ended up being one of his wives when a tragedy happened.

One of his wives had died because another wife of his had poisoned her.

That year, he lost two wives, and in the fear of meeting up with his requirements, he had to sleep with someone who was not his wife.

It was the last two days of the month too.

Valentina presented him with three willing girls and he chose Fiana and Eirleen.

The woman was already half-naked by the time he stood from the tub.

"You don't know how beautiful you look when your body doesn't have the clothes to hide its masculinity!" she shrieked as she pulled the rest of her dress off.

Cargan's countenance was indifferent. Who wouldn't?

Every day, he did this with different women. Why should one make any difference to him?

"Let's not rush Fiana. We have the whole afternoon till nighttime" he cautioned the already naked woman who looked as though she was ready to plunge into him.

Nodding vigorously, "No! It is better now that you are all wet from the bath. I will only join you in the tub and you can take me in there. I love shower sex!" she squeaked.

Her excitement was boundless.

Arguing with Fiana would be useless, he knew.

Like an obedient puppy, he returned to the tub but Fiana had caught his back before he could settle in it.

All hail overly clingy Fiana!

Her tongue was tracing and eating out all the wetness in his back and like thunder, his never-tiring dick rose in response.

Even if his soul was tired of the everyday intercourse, his dick, and body would never be.

Blame it on the strength and agility that comes with having a red qi.

But what was physical strength when the soul was drained?

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"Damn this" he cursed out as he turned to Fiana, caught her lips, and began to eat all his hardness out of it.

Fiana was ever so excited as she already threw her legs over him. "To the tub" she reminded.

In obedience and sheer lust, he carried her to the tub while securing her body with his hands.

His hands on her were probably fire as hers was on his. Cargan brought his mouth away from her lips and graced her awakened long nipple with the expertise of his tongue.

Not wanting to waste time too much time on foreplay and also reminding himself that he would have to do this with Emelda in the nighttime, he led his manhood which was threatening to burst with arousal and sensation into her passage after using his finger to trace the most intimate part of her body.

Cripes! What was the use of his body enjoying this when his soul would suffer irritation from its memories later?

His body was a shameless betrayal, he thought as the moans of pleasure sprawling from Fiana sang in his ears.

Despite his unavailability, he always made sure to satisfy his wives to the fullest during their slot every month. He knew it would be hard on them enough on them already to have to wait for just once time in a month to have sex.

Well, not that some of them didn't go out to fulfill their sexual urges but anytime he catches them, they would be gone from the high house with immediate effect.

That was the most reoccurring factor which made me marry more wives as more leaves.

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Still diving inside of Fiana with all his agility, she busted out with pleasure and cum more than thrice before he finally let her go.

After colliding and reaching a climax with screams of mercy from her that she couldn't take it any longer, he plunged out of her while she collided with his body.

"I wanted it dirty and you gave me dirty" she breathed, barely able to speak correctly while her finger traced the area around his breast.

She was trying to arouse him again and she was successful too.

He took in her one more time and they did it for the third and fourth time.

Knowing he would repeat the motion tonight with Emelda was a factor threatening to send his sanity on fire.

If there was a cure somewhere, he better find it quickly and fast. He knew not how long he could hold on and do this any longer.