Chapter 114: Even the Princess Is Forbidden!

Daemon couldn’t help laughing when he heard Morwenna’s shy confession.

The woman who had ruled a kingdom for centuries, commanded countless subjects, and endured four hundred years of loneliness had finally admitted what she wanted—and now she could barely meet his eyes.

Morwenna’s pointed ears turned bright red.

"Stop laughing at me!" she protested, burying her face against his chest.

"I’m not laughing at you." Daemon grinned and pulled her closer. "I’m just happy to hear it from you."

She raised her head, giving him an embarrassed look.

"Really?"

"Of course." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Morwenna, don’t hold back tonight. This night belongs to us. If you’ve ever dreamed of something you wanted to experience with me, tell me. As long as it’s something we both want, I’ll do my best to make you happy."

Her expression softened.

For four hundred years, she had imagined what it would be like to hear those words from him again. Yet now that he was actually holding her, she found herself struggling to believe that this wasn’t another beautiful dream.

"Daemon..."

She leaned toward him, and he met her halfway.

Their lips touched gently at first, both of them savoring the closeness they had missed for so long. Morwenna wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to his affection as their kiss gradually deepened.

Daemon held her close, his hands resting against her back before drawing her nearer.

Morwenna’s cheeks grew warmer. She had imagined this reunion countless times, but nothing could have prepared her for the overwhelming happiness of finally being in her husband’s arms again.

When they eventually parted for breath, she rested her forehead against his.

Neither wanted to move away.

Then Morwenna gently caught his hand.

"Wait."

Daemon immediately stopped and looked at her with concern.

"What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, that’s not it." She shook her head, her embarrassment returning. "I just need to do something. Wait here for me, all right?"

Before he could ask what she meant, she slipped out of his embrace and walked toward the door.

Daemon watched curiously as she opened it.

Two maids were standing outside. The moment they saw their queen, they bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty."

"From this moment onward, no one is to enter my chambers until I come out. Do you understand?"

The maids exchanged a brief glance before bowing again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"And that includes my daughter," Morwenna added firmly. "Even Zephyra is not to be admitted."

The maids looked slightly surprised, but neither dared question their queen’s instructions.

"We will obey your command, Your Majesty."

Satisfied, Morwenna closed the door and locked it.

When she turned around, Daemon was looking at her with an amused expression.

"Was all that really necessary?"

She approached him with a mysterious smile.

"Of course."

"You’re the queen. Can’t you simply tell people you’re busy?"

Morwenna gave him a playful look.

"You know nothing about ruling a kingdom, my dear husband. There is always another report to read, another official waiting for an answer, or another problem demanding my attention. If I don’t make my intentions clear, someone will inevitably find an excuse to disturb me."

She stopped in front of him and tilted her head.

"And tonight, I have absolutely no intention of allowing anyone to interrupt us."

Daemon chuckled.

"So that’s your royal decree?"

"Precisely."

Morwenna’s eyes sparkled with mischief before she turned toward the small changing room.

"Now, close your eyes and wait."

Daemon raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Because I said so!"

He laughed at her sudden sternness.

"All right, Your Majesty. I’ll obey."

Morwenna disappeared behind the partition, leaving him alone in the room.

A moment later, he heard the soft rustle of fabric.

Curiosity soon got the better of him.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Wait!" she called back. "And don’t come over here!"

Daemon leaned against the bed, smiling to himself.

Finally, Morwenna emerged.

Daemon’s smile faded into astonishment.

She was wearing an elegant but daring dress unlike anything he had seen her wear before. Its delicate fabric followed her figure, leaving her shoulders and much of her back exposed. Fine embroidery and translucent layers added an alluring touch without diminishing its elegance.

The design was far bolder than her usual royal attire, revealing a side of her that he had never seen.

Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and her pale skin glowed beneath the warm lamplight. Even the tips of her pointed ears had turned crimson.

For several seconds, Daemon could do nothing but stare.

Morwenna shifted nervously beneath his gaze.

"Well?" she asked, trying to sound confident. "How does it look?"

Daemon blinked, finally finding his voice.

"Where did you get that dress?"

"From a friend of mine." She lifted her chin proudly, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. "She’s a succubus, and she knows a great deal about mating. She told me that men appreciate this kind of dress when they want to spend a special night with the woman they love."

She glanced down at herself before looking back at him.

"So... do you like it?"

Daemon let out a quiet breath.

"Your friend has excellent taste."

Morwenna’s nervous expression brightened.

"Really?"

"yes." He reached for her hand and gently drew her closer. "It’s beautiful. Although, I have to admit, I can barely take my eyes off you."

A delighted laugh escaped her.

For a moment, she looked like a young woman who had just received the compliment she had secretly hoped for.

Daemon pulled her against him, his grip firm and demanding. He crashed his lips onto hers, a deep, bruising kiss that lasted a full minute, leaving them both breathless and lightheaded.

With a sudden spark of boldness, Morwenna pushed him back, her palms hitting his chest as he fell onto the bed. She straddled him, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of his thighs.

With quick, trembling fingers, she stripped away his pants and boxers. As he was revealed, Morwenna’s eyes widened. He was fully erect, thick and pulsing with a proud, rigid heat.

She reached down, her palm wrapping around him, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat in the vein. "Come on," Daemon groaned, his voice a low, rough command. "Use your mouth."

Morwenna hesitated for a heartbeat, her gaze drifting from his face to the size of him. She wondered if she could even fit him, her small mouth parting in a silent breath of apprehension. Then, she leaned in.

She took him in slowly at first, then with more confidence, sucking harder. *Slurp, slurp.* The wet sounds filled the quiet room, echoing the hunger between them. Daemon arched his back, a sharp hiss escaping his teeth.

"I’m going to release my essence... don’t waste it, Morwenna." He stiffened, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he came. He filled her mouth, the heat of it overwhelming.

Morwenna struggled to take it all; a thick, white pearl of seed escaped and spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her chin. Gasping for air, she stood up and shed her dress, leaving her only in her inner wear.

She kneaded her own breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples until they were hard, pink peaks. She stepped out of her last garment, standing completely naked before him. As she looked at him, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.

Daemon had other wives, all of them young, She feared that her more mature, curved body might not be to his taste. But when he looked at her, his eyes weren’t judging; they were ravenous.

He reached out, pulling her back down. He spread her legs wide, exposing the glistening, pink folds of her flower. He guided his cock to her entrance, the tip brushing against her slickness before he surged forward, burying himself deep inside her with one heavy thrust.

He buried himself deep inside her with a fierce, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. He felt her walls tightening around him, her sweet nectar coating him as she hold on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

"Daemon... oh god, I can’t... I can’t take any more!" she whimpered, her body trembled under the force of his thrusts."

He didn’t slow down; instead, he gripped her hips with bruising strength, pulling her flush against him with every devastating thrust.

"Just take it all." As the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, the tension finally snapped.

Morwenna’s internal muscles clamped down on him in a series of violent, thrust spasms, her own release hitting her in a crashing wave of heat. The sensation triggered him instantly.

Daemon let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he buried himself as deep as he could go. "Nnggh!" He shuddered violently, releasing his essence in hot, pulsing floods deep inside her.

He felt the warmth of his seed filling her to the brim, a heavy, satisfying weight that anchored them together. They collapsed into each other, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat and spent passion, locked in a trembling embrace that lingered long after the peaks had passed.

Outside in the hallway, Zephyra approached the room. She was beaming, her hand reaching for the heavy oak door, eager to introduce her boyfriend to her mother.

However, as her hand extended, a maid stepped forward, blocking her path. Zephyra blinked, confused. "What is this? Why are you blocking the door?"

"The Queen has given strict orders," the head maid replied, her face impassive. "No one is allowed inside the room until she emerges.

" Zephyra frowned, her voice rising. "I am her daughter! Surely that doesn’t apply to me?"

The maid’s expression didn’t soften. "Not even the daughter is allowed, My Lady."

Zephyra froze, her hand dropping to her side, a look of genuine shock crossing her face as she stared at the closed door.