Incest Pendragon

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the King!"

Compared to the citizens of Camelot, who were celebrating King Uther's triumph, Francesca Prelati could only grit her teeth in frustration, seething with anger at having been neglected and confined to this room for an entire month.

As she heard footsteps approaching from outside, she didn't even need to guess who it was; instinctively, she knew his identity and snorted coldly in response.

"What is the meaning of this, King Uther? You have imprisoned me for a month, and during that time, you haven't provided me with a single decent meal, drink, or even the necessary materials to build a stronghold for you! Instead, you've left me to rot in this dark, desolate room." Francesca Prelati's voice rang out, filled with anger and indignation as she leveled her accusation against the king.

Her demand for an explanation was clear—why had she been imprisoned in such cruel conditions?

The food she was given amounted to nothing more than water and stale bread, barely enough to sustain her, let alone nourish her properly.

She had been left with no resources, no tools, nothing to assist her in her alchemy. There was nothing for her to do but wait, trapped in isolation.

King Uther had given her no materials, no tasks, and no companions with whom to pass the time.

The darkness of the room and the utter silence had nearly driven her mad.

As a human being deprived of both physical and mental stimulation, Francesca found herself on the brink of mental collapse.

The endless days of lying in bed, doing nothing, stripped away her composure and shattered the etiquette and formality she would have otherwise shown to the king.

Any respect she might have owed him had long since vanished, replaced only by boundless resentment.

Even the food provided was utterly repulsive. The bread was hard as stone, and the water was tepid and foul, as if drawn from a murky river and boiled to the point of losing any trace of freshness or purity. It was a wonder she had managed to survive this long on such a miserable diet.

With every bite and sip, her hatred for the king grew stronger, as did the murderous aura in her gaze. No one could be surprised by the depth of her resentment; it was impossible to hide.

"Oh, the great nun who proclaimed herself a worthy opponent to the True Ancestor," King Uther taunted her with a wicked smirk. "It seems even after all a month of imprisonment, you've failed to reflect on your mistakes. Do you wish to relive this experience for another month? Or perhaps even longer?"

Uther's voice dripped with mockery, paying no heed to her suffering. He was completely indifferent to the resentment and rage that radiated from her. Francesca's anger, which had been festering in the dark for a month, meant nothing to him. She was an enemy to his authority, and in his eyes, she deserved no better than to be taught a harsh lesson. Especially considering the church's previous lack of respect for him, Uther felt no need to extend mercy. To him, Francesca was nothing more than an opponent who needed to be put back in her place.

"Humph," Francesca snorted defiantly, her voice filled with venom. "Let's see how long your kingdom lasts, Uther. Your arrogance will be your downfall."

The king, unphased by her defiance, merely chuckled darkly. "Oh, we shall see indeed. But for now, it's time you learned the consequences of your insolence."

With that, King Uther summoned the Chains of Heaven, binding Francesca's limbs in an instant.

The divine chains wrapped around her tightly, restricting her every movement. Despite the chains that bound her, Francesca's eyes burned with defiance, her gaze refusing to waver.

Uther, with a malicious grin, unfastened his pants, pulling out his erect cock before forcefully shoving it into Francesca's mouth.

He began to thrust without restraint, treating her mouth like a mere plaything, his own personal toy to sate his lust.

He continued relentlessly, using her for his sexual release, thrusting in and out of her throat until he spilled his cum inside her, over and over again, with no regard for her suffering.

She coughed violently, desperately attempting to expel the cum from her mouth.

However, King Uther gave her no opportunity to resist, ruthlessly shoving his cock back into her mouth once more.

Any form of resistance she tried to muster was effortlessly crushed as he relentlessly pounded his cock deeper into her throat.

Her body, frail and trembling, was too weak to fight back, and her mind, shattered and broken, could no longer muster the will to resist.

Unconsciously, she swallowed every drop of his cum, her overwhelming thirst pushing her to do so despite her disgust.

Even as he withdrew his cock from her mouth, her hand instinctively reached for it, and her lips moved without thought.

Her desperate thirst was so overwhelming that she would do anything to satisfy it, even drinking the very cum she despised more than anything.

Her dull, lifeless eyes conveyed that it still wasn't enough. She began sucking faster, desperately hoping his essence would flow out quicker, trying to quench her insatiable thirst at its source.

King Uther grinned with satisfaction, stroking her hair as if encouraging her efforts, pleased by her obedience without needing to utter a word.

After what felt like an eternity of continuous sucking, her strength was completely drained.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, she collapsed onto the bed, her energy completely spent.

She closed her eyes, too tired, too broken, and too thirsty to maintain any shred of pride in the presence of the one who could quench her need.

With a smug grin, King Uther pulled the blanket over her worn-out body and left the room.

Indeed, it was good to be king.