Chapter 1
WARNING: 18+ explicit
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Time frame: After the incident of eavesdropping on the wall with peepholes and Lady Sophia’s public rejection of Ragnar’s proposal, at Eryas Citadel Bathhouse
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"Do you know what I’m thinking, Ragnar?" Uzana suddenly said.
Ragnar, who was dozing off in the warm pool with both arms resting on the edge, opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother. "What is it?"
"What if we just take over the Cescil Kingdom?" Uzana proposed.
There was a moment of silence in the private bathing chamber reserved for nobles. The other four dragon riders had already left and were relaxing with refreshments in another lounge.
Only the two siblings, the royal blood descendants of Gamaaloth, the blood of the dragon, Ragnar and Uzana, remained in the bathing chamber.
"Can you imagine how easy it would be to overthrow this weak Cescil throne? It would only take a matter of hours for the King and Queen to become our subjects. And those two arrogant and annoying girls would become prisoners of war instantly. Can you imagine Sophia, her hands chained and hanging in a dungeon? How beautiful and powerless she would be?" Uzana’s voice carried a sinister tone, filled with thoughts of domination and control.
Ragnar’s imagination ran wild as he further indulged in the vivid image painted by Uzana’s words. The dimly lit underground prison seemed to come alive in his mind, revealing every intricate detail.
The chains that bound Sophia’s wrists were cold and unforgiving, contrasting with the softness of her delicate skin.
Her slender fingers grasped the iron links, her nails lightly grazing the metal, a visual representation of her captivity.
The dungeon’s atmosphere was heavy with a mixture of dampness and shadows, creating an eerie backdrop for the scene.
The air was thick with anticipation, as if even the surroundings held their breath in anticipation of what would unfold.
Sophia’s bare feet, untouched by the ground, hovered slightly above the uneven stone floor. Each toe was a delicate masterpiece, painted with the hues of vulnerability and beauty.
The pale moonlight that filtered through a small grated window illuminated her small, graceful arches, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her skin.
The contrast between her fragile form and the harsh environment enhanced the allure of the scene.
It was as if she existed in a realm of vulnerability, her captivation becoming even more apparent in the desolate setting.
Ragnar’s gaze was drawn to Sophia’s ethereal presence, her vulnerability captivating his senses. He could almost feel the weight of the chains around her delicate wrists, a physical manifestation of her captivity and his desires.
Her face and body glistened with sweat, her breath heavy and her elongated ribs strained under the pull of gravity.
Her small, red lips were parted, releasing soft, pleading gasps that were helpless and delicate. Her large, round eyes shone with teardrops, brimming with a captivating radiance.
Ragnar stood in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed upon the girl he yearned for, who now stood before him in a state of surrender and powerlessness.
The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on both of them, creating an electric tension that pulsed through the air.
Sophia’s only recourse was to beg for his forgiveness, to acknowledge the recklessness and lack of decorum that had brought them to this point of humiliation.
In her plea for clemency, she laid bare her vulnerability, relying on his mercy to spare her from further consequences.
The room seemed to hold its breath, the air heavy with anticipation. The dynamics between them shifted, as Ragnar became the arbiter of her fate, his next move carrying the weight of their entwined destinies.
As he witnessed Sophia’s pleas grow more desperate. He closed the distance between them, his steps deliberate and purposeful, until he stood before her trembling, sweat-drenched form. The room was engulfed in an electric tension, a twisted dance of power and desire.
With a predatory glint in his eyes, Ragnar traced his finger along the curve of Sophia’s quivering lips, savoring the taste of her fear mingled with arousal. Her breath hitched, her body betraying a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
In one swift motion, Ragnar’s hands claimed her, his palms encompassing the soft roundness of her breasts, perfectly fitting in his grip. His touch both possessive and demanding.
Her nipples would harden, and Sophia would scream in ecstasy as he pinched them. He felt the hardened peaks of her nipples against his skin, and a primal growl rumbled deep within his chest.
Sophia’s response was immediate, her back arching as a raw moan escaped her parted lips. The intensity of the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, mingling with the sweet agony of surrender.
She was caught in the grip of his desires, a willing captive of the sensations he bestowed upon her.
It was in that moment that Sophia realized the true nature of Ragnar’s mercy. He granted her life, but with it came a profound understanding of his dominance.
He would not merely punish her for her reckless words, but rather bestow upon her a torment that defied the boundaries of imagination.
It was a punishment laced with pleasure, a dance on the razor’s edge of ecstasy and pain.
Her body, adorned with the glow of candlelight, hung delicately in the air, held captive by the chains that embraced her wrists.
His lips trailed down, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her neck, down to her chest, and finally, he would greedily suckle on her nipple.
Her exquisite naked body, its curves and contours on full display, would writhe under his touch. Ragnar would spread her legs wide, his movements both passionate and tender as he plunged into her depths.
The room would be filled with the intoxicating symphony of their sensual moans, resonating with the intensity of their erotic connection.
"Eeeeiiiii, are you fantasizing it, huh???" Uzana’s mischievous voice shattered Ragnar’s reverie.
Ragnar blinked his eyes, coming back to the present moment. His daydream had been so captivating that he hadn’t realized he had been lost in a trance, his eyes vacant and his lips slightly ajar. Instantly, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly averted his gaze to conceal it.
"Well, what do you think, big brother? Shall we overthrow the Kingdom of Cescil? Hm? Hm? Hm?" Uzana leaned in closer to Ragnar, wearing a playful expression on his face.
Ragnar still averted his gaze, pressing his hand over his own mouth, without uttering a response. He was tempted by Uzana’s idea, but he had been thoroughly influenced by Sophia during their nine months on the warfront.
He realized that his recent daydream fell into the realm of violation. He stared at the reflecting pool on the ceiling of the bathhouse and let out a long sigh.
"Quiet, you. I will win Sophia’s heart in a different way," he muttered.
"Eyyy, my dear older brother, you’re so confident. I’m proud to hear it. It’s the first time I’ve seen you pursue a girl with such determination," Uzana teased, getting closer with a mischievous expression.
Annoyed, Ragnar dunked Uzana’s head into the bath, holding him under until Uzana begged for forgiveness.
