Whispers of the Heart- Breaking with Charla [r18]

"Oh, Aunt, it's far too soon to think of such things!" Charla laughed, but the levity was a fragile facade, the undercurrent of her reality lurking just beneath the surface.

As the daughter of a human mother and a goblin chief, Charla often pondered her identity, a bridge between two worlds. Nature had bestowed a unique beauty upon her, one admired by many yet defined by struggle. The duality of her existence was both a gift and a curse. "We are demi-goblins. My mother chose love, marrying my father willingly, and together they had me and my seven siblings. However, this blissful home was not meant to last."

A rumble echoed, twisting through her memories like a dark cloud.

BOOM!

"What happened?" Charla gasped as the ground shook beneath her feet.

"Princess, run! The Goblin King from the Alzerian Kingdom has attacked!" A frantic soldier stumbled toward her, eyes wide with terror. "The chief is held hostage! You must escape—otherwise, you will be captured too!"

Charla clenched her fists, despair mingling with a fierce sense of loyalty. "I will not run," she declared resolutely. "I will face him and plead for mercy."

As Charla relayed the tale of her past, Red met her gaze, earnest and protective. "What transpired next?" he urged, ensnared by her narrative.

"I didn't flee." Her words bore weight, a testament to her unyielding courage. "I confronted the Goblin King, bartering for mercy in exchange for my own freedom. The price—my hand in marriage."

He had been complacent in his power, foolishly enchanted by her beauty. She had heard whispers of an ancient lore—the goblin king gaining strength of his manhood a hundredfold on the night of the red moon if he united with a chosen mate. Yet, doubt mingled with intrigue in her heart. "Each night thereafter, my thoughts spiraled around the impending reckoning. I had heard tales of women meeting tragic ends, yet when the night arrived, it was you, my lord, who rose to challenge the Goblin King, slaying him and shattering the chains that bound me." Gratitude painted her features, and her voice softened. "Thank you for saving me."

Red's fingers brushed along her chin, and with a gentle sweep, they tangled in her hair, igniting a warm fire between them. "Charla, you have borne the weight of torment with unparalleled strength. Your loyalty to your village is admirable, and I honor your sacrifice. You are free now, and if you wish, you may return."

Her expression was a storm of emotions—gratitude, hope, yearning. "My lord, your kindness touches my heart. Yet, I have one more request."

"Ask me anything, and I shall grant it," he offered earnestly.

"I wish for the protection of my village. If it is within your realm, I believe that with your strength shielding them, they will never face such horrors again."

"Your selflessness continues to amaze me, but I implore you to think of your own desires as well," he replied softly. "What would you wish for yourself?"

"It is more than enough to safeguard my home, my lord. Your promise is a treasure."

"No, I refuse to let it end there. Speak for yourself too, Charla."

After a long moment filled with contemplation, she murmured, "If you resist, then my lord, grant me the honor of becoming your succubus. For even a lowly woman like me wishes to serve you and carry your legacy within me."

Red's gaze became stern, filled with a mixture of admiration and authority. "I reject your humble wish. You are no mere succubus, Charla. You are a goblin queen by birth, and I am a goblin king. I desire you to be more than that."

Suddenly, he raised his voice, commanding, "Ignite! Come forth!"

The dark figure materialized before them, a ghostly presence wrapped in shadows. "Yes, my lord?" Ignite's voice reverberated through the chamber.

"Bear witness to my decree," Red announced, his expression resolute. "I, Red, hereby declare that in the future, I will marry Charla, the Goblin Queen, and our offspring will be welcomed.

 Charla's heart soared as the promise hung heavy around them, and in the depths of her soul, a flicker of hope ignited, marking the dawn of a new era. The shadows of the past receded, leaving behind the light of a shared future, as the specter of the Goblin King retreated into the abyss, forever vanquished.

"Congratulations, master,"

"Ah, thank you Now, you may go"

Turning back to her, i softened my stance, the armor of royalty momentarily discarded. "You are more than just the title you bear. What weighs upon your spirit, my queen?"

Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "It is… the enormity of the role I now carry. The responsibilities ahead loom before me like shadows at dusk, stirring a fear I've yet to acknowledge."

I carry her in my arm to my shelter.

The air in the dimly lit chamber was thick with anticipation. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the stone walls, making the room feel even more intimate. Charla, the goblin queen, knelt before me, her emerald eyes darting nervously as she fidgeted with the hem of her tattered dress. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic thud that matched the growing tension between us.

"lord" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you sure about this? I mean... we've never..."

I reached out and gently cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to meet mine. My fingers traced the delicate contours of her face, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. "Charla," I said softly, my voice steady and reassuring. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be with me, to serve me as my queen?"

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of green, and she nodded slowly, her eyes filling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Yes, lord. I want this. I want to be yours."

I smiled, my thumb brushing against her lower lip. "Then let's make it happen, Charla. Let's explore this together."

She took a deep breath, her nervousness palpable but overshadowed by her determination. Slowly, she leaned forward, her hands trembling as they reached for the waistband of my trousers. With a gentle tug, she pulled them down, revealing my hardened length. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her warm breath washing over me as she prepared to take me in.

"That's it, Charla," I murmured, my fingers threading through her wild, dark hair. "Take your time."

She hesitated for a moment, her lips hovering just above the tip of my cock. Then, with a soft sigh, she wrapped her lips around me, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum that had already begun to form. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I groaned softly, my grip tightening on her hair as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ah, Charla," I breathed, my hips instinctively thrusting forward to meet her mouth. "You're doing so well."

Her movements grew more confident, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she took more of me into her mouth. I could feel the heat of her throat as she swallowed around me, the tightness of her lips gripping me like a vice. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I found myself lost in the moment, my mind consumed by the pleasure she was giving me.

"Fuck, Charla," I muttered, my voice strained with desire. "You're incredible."

She moaned around me, the vibrations sending another wave of ecstasy coursing through my body. I couldn't hold back any longer; I needed to feel more of her, to give her the same pleasure she was giving me. With a firm but gentle hand, I guided her head away from my cock, pulling her up to meet my gaze.

"Stand up, Charla," I commanded, my voice low and husky. "It's my turn to please you."

She obeyed, her legs shaky as she rose to her feet. I stepped closer, our bodies almost touching, and reached out to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric of her dress, and I could see the desire burning in her eyes.

"Red," she whimpered, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. "Please..."

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other with a hunger that had been building for far too long. I could feel her body trembling against mine, her need radiating off her in waves. It was intoxicating, and I knew that I had to have her, to claim her as mine in every way possible.

Breaking the kiss, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the nearby stone table. She gasped in surprise, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I positioned myself between them. Her dress was pushed up, exposing her smooth, green thighs, and I could see the glistening wetness between them, a testament to how much she wanted this.

"Red," she panted, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Do it. Take me."

I didn't need to be told twice. Gripping my cock, I lined myself up with her entrance, the head pressing against her folds. She was so tight, so ready, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core. With one swift motion, I thrust forward, burying myself inside her in one deep, powerful stroke.

"Ah!" she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched her back. "Red, it's so big..."

"Shh, Charla," I whispered, my voice soothing as I began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered herself to the sensation. I set a slow, steady pace, savoring the feel of her tightness around me, the way her body trembled with each thrust. Her walls clenched around my cock, milking me for all I was worth, and I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the need to cum growing stronger with each passing second.

"my king" she moaned, her voice breathless as she looked up at me. "I can't... I can't hold back..."

"Then don't," I growled, picking up the pace as I slammed into her harder, deeper. "Let go, Charla. Feel everything with me."

Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she came undone around me. Her inner muscles spasmed, clenching and releasing in a relentless rhythm that sent me over the edge. I roared, my hips bucking as I poured my seed deep inside her, filling her completely.

We stayed locked together, our breaths mingling as we rode out the aftershocks of our orgasms. Finally, I withdrew, my cock slipping out of her with a wet pop.

"Charla," I said, my voice strained. "I'm going to cum soon. Are you ready?"

She nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Yes, lord. Please, I want to feel it."

Her words were all the encouragement I needed. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep in her throat, my release coming in waves of intense pleasure. She swallowed reflexively, her throat convulsing around my cock as I emptied myself into her mouth. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before, a perfect blend of pain and ecstasy that left me gasping for breath.

As the last of my orgasm subsided, I gently pulled her off of me, my hands still cradling her face. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her lips wet and swollen from the effort.

 Charla collapsed back onto the flowerbed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"lord," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with awe. "That was... amazing."

I smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

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A/N: NOTE this novel is not a porno so please don't expect mc to initiate with every woman. he respects woman and sex is one of the way of share his feeling with his loved one and also do tell me how did I write the adult scene I was kinda nervous posting it had some double thoughts but I eventually did it. so do tell me.