107: 107 A Sex

107 A Sex

0Delia's POV

After days of arduous travel, we finally reached the vicinity of the Red Moon Pack.

Given the uncertain circumstances, and with a sense of caution, Prince Kral directed us to establish our camp just outside the borders of the Red Moon Pack.

We were to wait until our scouts had gathered intelligence on the situation within the pack before proceeding with our next move.

Setting up the camp took most of the day. By the time everything was in order, evening had descended upon us. Prince Kral issued the command for everyone to gather in a large open space.

Having received the summons, I joined the assembly in the clearing.

Torchlights were arranged around the perimeter, casting their glow to dispel the encroaching darkness. Among them, a platform was positioned to one side, appearing to be intended for speeches and addresses.

"Delia." Just as my gaze was wandering, Prince Kral appeared by my side. He extended his right arm, silently inviting me to loop my arm with him. "Walk with me."

I complied, intertwining my arm with Prince Kral's, and inquired, "Where are we headed?"

"I'm about to address the soldiers from the platform. As my betrothed, you should be by my side," Prince Kral explained briefly, guiding us toward the raised platform. Following us, Alen and the contingent of soldiers trailed behind.

While the clearing was previously filled with individuals, as Prince Kral and I made our way toward the platform, a respectful silence swept through the crowd. Heads were bowed, and a path opened up before us, leading to the platform.

Observing the reverence and submission that people exhibited towards Prince Kral was a revelation to me.

Never before had I witnessed such a display of deference, acknowledging the authority he held. In this instance, as Prince Kral's mate, I, too, was a recipient of this regard. It was an unfamiliar sensation that had never been part of my experience.

Upon reaching the platform, Prince Kral maintained a firm grip on my hand as we ascended. Our presence was noted, with Alen and the soldiers flanking our position.

Prince Kral exchanged a knowing glance with Alen. The latter cleared his throat and addressed the assembly, "soldiers, our esteemed Prince Kral is here to address you. Kindly lend your ears and attention."

After Alen concluded his statement, the previously bustling clearing fell silent. All present held their breath, eagerly awaiting Prince Kral's words.

"After days of arduous travel, we have arrived near the Red Moon Pack!" Prince Kral's arm, which was not holding mine, raised to the sky in a dramatic gesture, "The Red Moon Pack has fallen to the rogues. They have openly declared war against us, seizing our lands and trampling upon our honor. What should be our course of action?"

"Engage in an all-out battle against the rogues!"

Prince Kral's impassioned words ignited a fiery zeal within the soldiers present. They raised their arms high, echoing Prince Kral's call, "We shall not compromise!"

The soldiers' fervent cries resounded like a roaring tempest, an awe-inspiring display of unity. Standing on the platform, I, too, was stirred by their words. This is my homeland, and now, so many soldiers are ready to fight for it.

"Excellent, your morale is high!" Prince Kral affirmed their enthusiastic response and continued, "We shall rest here for the night. Once the intelligence from our scouts arrives, we will assess the situation and engage the rogue forces occupying the Red Moon pack. During these days of rest, I implore each of you to remain vigilant and never let your guard down!"

"Understood, following Prince Kral's command!"

"Prince Kral, we hear and obey!"

"We have received your orders, and we will not falter!"

After Prince Kral issued his orders, the soldiers didn't lower their raised arms. They repeatedly cheered, their actions demonstrating unwavering support for Prince Kral.

Witnessing this unanimous response left me deeply moved. Prince Kral was undoubtedly a born leader. His exceptional leadership, rousing words, and raised arms all testified to that fact.

Here he stood, a natural ruler. His superior ability to command, his compelling oratory, and his royal blood all underscored his authority.

At this moment, he embodied sovereignty and authority. No one could challenge him and everyone relied on him. Previously, I had believed that a crown symbolized status and power, yet now I understand that it represented ability and responsibility.

Wearing a crown was akin to carrying a mighty burden. My Kral, he was the king who wielded power and bore its weight.

I felt immensely honored to stand by his side.

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After the assembly concluded, Prince Kral didn't release my hand. We returned to my tent together. My tent was the largest, situated right next to Prince Kral's tent. Its interior was spacious, divided into dining, lounge, and sleeping areas, mirroring the layout of Prince Kral's tent precisely.

The servants had already prepared dinner and laid it out on the table in the dining area. Upon entering my tent, the aroma of food reached my nose, and my stomach immediately responded with a rumble.

Hearing my stomach's protest, Prince Kral discreetly chuckled. He guided me to the dining area and helped me sit down, saying, "Delia, let's have dinner together."

"Sure." In the face of Prince Kral's commanding presence, I willingly complied tonight.

We sat close to each other, silently eating. An hour later, nervous tension began to settle in my chest. It was getting late. Prince Kral had finished his meal, yet he showed no intention of leaving.

Was he planning to stay here tonight?

What should I do?

Prince Kral seemed to read my thoughts as if he were flipping through a book. He gazed at me with a smile playing on his lips, and after the servants cleared away the dishes, he extended his hand toward me, "Delia, give me your hand."

"Huh?" I wasn't sure what Prince Kral intended, but I extended my hand towards him. With a firm grip, he pulled me towards him.

Our initial proximity was already quite close, but now I was pressed entirely against him, unable to move. Of course, I had no desire to break free from his embrace, so I obediently nestled in his arms.

"Delia, we've been on the road for the past few days, and I haven't been able to do what I've wanted to do," Prince Kral's satisfaction with my compliance was palpable. His hand caressed my back, the gesture laden with a suggestive undertone, "Tonight, we finally..."

I had a sense that Prince Kral was implying sex between us, but in order to confirm my understanding, I lifted my head and inquired, "What do you mean?"

Without saying a word, Prince Kral leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss. I could feel his tongue slipping into my mouth, brushing my teeth. After coaxing my lips apart, our tongues intertwined, and we shared a passionate kiss that was hard to break away from.

It wasn't until the intensity of the kiss left me breathless and my cheeks flushed that Prince Kral finally pulled back.

"Delia, help me undo my clothes," Prince Kral leaned close to my ear, his voice carrying a seductive tone.

"Alright..."

It was as if I was enchanted, obediently following his instructions. I extended my hand and began to undo his outer garment.

Prince Kral's coat was easily unfastened, but the design of his inner shirt was more intricate. Despite my efforts, I struggled to figure out the fastenings, which left me feeling somewhat flustered.

"Delia, my dear, the night is still young. There's no need to rush," Prince Kral reassured me, observing my frustration. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead and then reached out, lifting me in his arms, guiding me towards the sleeping area.

My bed was layered with soft cushions, and Prince Kral gently placed me onto them. I watched in a daze as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-toned and irresistibly enticing physique.

Even though this wasn't our first night, I couldn't help but feel a trace of shyness in moments like these.

However, Prince Kral didn't give me a chance to dwell on it. He sat down and began undressing me with gentle kisses, swiftly leaving us both bare. I could feel his hard d.ick pressing against my thigh, seeking entrance.

"Delia, come sit on me."

Prince Kral laid back on the bed, supporting me as I straddled his hips. As I settled on top of him, his hands caressed my breasts, and a warm wetness spread between us, dampening his lower abdomen.

Sensing my readiness, Prince Kral guided his d.ick into my v.agina. As he filled me completely, both of us released contented sighs of satisfaction.

Prince Kral's hips moved rapidly, propelling his lower body with a vigorous rhythm that brought immense pleasure. However, the position was demanding, and soon my energy waned, causing me to collapse onto him.

In the next moment, Prince Kral's lips locked onto mine once again, and I clung to the nape of his neck. He deftly changed our positions, lying himself above me.

I felt waves of pleasure wash over me, one after another.

The night was long, and we had plenty of time ahead of us...

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