Whispers of Desires: A Sense of Duty {Book 1}

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 63: 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒

The throne room was abuzz with activity as King Kiyoshi stood at the head of the large oak table, his councilmen arrayed on either side. The air was thick with tension, the weight of recent events pressing down upon them all.

"We have gathered tonight," he began, "to discuss the retaliation against King Madoc's treachery. We must act swiftly and decisively, for the safety of our kingdom and our people." He glanced around the room, his gaze piercing each man present.

He gestured towards a map sprawled across the table, its surface marked with lines and annotations. "Here," he pointed, tracing a route with his finger, "is our proposed course of action. A surprise attack, aimed directly at King Madoc's stronghold. This will not only cripple his army but also force him to reveal the location of our kidnapped children."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. However, one advisor cleared his throat, his voice laced with unease.

"Your Majesty," he began, his eyes flitting between Kiyoshi and Nia, "while I commend your resolve, wouldn't it be prudent to... excuse Queen Nia from these discussions? Matters of war strategy might be best left to..."

"Nia," he said, turning to his queen who stood at his side," is not here as a representative of Niameda. She is my wife, my queen, and she stands by me in this fight. It is not the people of Niameda who are our enemy, but their treacherous king." He paused, his gaze growing steely. "She has earned her place at this table, and I will not have you question her worth or her abilities."

There was a moment of silence as Kiyoshi's words hung in the air. The advisors exchanged glances, some looking uncertain, others nodding in agreement. Finally, one of them spoke up. "Your Majesty, speaks the truth. Queen Nia has proven herself more than capable. We stand behind you both, in this war and always." The room began to echo with murmurs of assent.

Nia, her cheeks flushed with pride and a hint of embarrassment, took a step forward. "Thank you, my lords. I understand the gravity of the situation and here to offer my counsel, however humble it may be." Her voice was steady and confident, yet laced with a hint of vulnerability that resonated with each man in the room.

As the council meeting ended, Kiyoshi and Nia made their way back to their private chambers. The weight of the day's events hung heavily on them both, but the support of their peers had given them renewed strength. As they climbed the winding staircase, the torchlight flickering against the stone walls, Nia leaned into her husband, her hand resting on his arm. "Kiyoshi," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want to thank you for defending my place here. I know it wasn't easy for you."

"You are my wife," Kiyoshi replied, his voice just as soft. "And I will always defend you, as you defend our kingdom. Together, we make a formidable team." He paused, then added with a grin, "Besides, I knew they'd see reason once they heard you speak."

She stopped before him, her eyes searching his. In their depths, she saw not just a king, but a man who loved her, unconditionally. A man who, despite their marriage was rocky at the beginning, had grown to see her not only as his equal but as someone who could stand beside him in any endeavor. Nia rose on her tiptoes and cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs tracing the contours of his jaw. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the heat of his skin against her own.

When she pulled away, she could see the surprise and pleasure in his eyes. She kissed him again but this time deeper, feeling his hands glide over her back and pull her even closer. "I think," she whispered between kisses, "that we should celebrate tonight. You've been working so hard, and I want to show you how much I appreciate all that you do." Her hand traced down his chest, brushing against the hard muscles of his abdomen. "What do you say, husband? Shall we retire to our chambers?"

"What happened to my shy, demure wife?" Kiyoshi teased, his fingers still trailing over her back. "I cannot recall the last time you were so forward with me." He smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Very well, my queen, if you insist." He took her hand, leading her down the hallway to their chambers.

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As they entered their private chambers, Kiyoshi guided Nia to their bed, his fingers never leaving her side, his touch possessive and hungry. She felt her heart race as he lowered her onto the soft sheets, his body pressing against hers.

Her hands moved up his chest, unbuttoning his tunic as he watched her with hooded eyes. Once it was undone, she pushed it off his shoulders, revealing his broad chest, glistening with sweat from the day's battle. He was strong, powerful, and yet there was something vulnerable about him that made her want to protect him, to be his shelter from the storm.

She traced a line down his abdomen with her fingertips, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "You are such a magnificent man," she breathed, leaning in to kiss his chest. "So brave, so loyal." She unbuckled his sword belt and let it fall to the floor, freeing him from his armor, if only for a moment.

Kiyoshi arched his back, groaning as her lips found the sensitive skin of his stomach. He felt her hands move lower, tugging at the leather of his breeches, and a thrill of anticipation shot through him. "You are driving me mad, my queen," he growled, his hands gripping her hair as she pulled his breeches down over his hips.

She leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin as she ran her tongue along the length of his erection. He gasped, feeling her warmth envelop him as she took him into her mouth. Her hands splayed across his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she began to stroke him with expertise. He felt himself losing control, his hips jerking upward, desperate for more.

Kiyoshi arched his back, his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. Her lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, driving him wild with need. He could feel the familiar tension building inside him, the approach of the release that she was expertly coaxing from him.

His body tensed as he neared the brink, and with a growl, he pulled her off, not wanting her to be swallowed by his release. He flipped them, pinning her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He looked down at her, their chests heaving in unison as they fought for breath. His hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden.

She arched her back, her hips lifting off the bed, meeting his thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, each movement deepening the connection between them. He could feel her wetness on his thigh, the knowledge that she was ready for him sent a surge of power through him. With one swift movement, he guided himself to her entrance, pushing inside her in one long, deep stroke.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her back arching further as he claimed her. He began to move, thrusting into her with a rhythm that was both familiar and new. She felt the tension building inside her, the familiar ache spreading through her body. She reached down between them, finding his length, guiding him with expert fingers.

As she moved in concert with him, her body arched upward, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, exhilarating. She could feel the power between them, the connection that bound them together. She tightened her grip on him, her nails leaving marks on his skin as she urged him on, urged him deeper.

Kiyoshi felt her body undulate beneath him, her muscles gripping him like a fist. He looked down at her face, flushed with desire and sweat, her eyes locked on his. The sight was enough to send him spiraling out of control. He thrust harder, faster, losing himself in the rhythm they had created together.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her back arching further as she urged him on. He could feel her body trembling on the brink of release, and with one final, powerful thrust, he felt himself explode within her. He growled her name as he came, his hips bucking violently against her.

She cried out his name as well, her body tensing and then relaxing in a wave of pleasure. Her inner muscles clenched around him, holding him deep inside her as her orgasm subsided. As they both caught their breath, he felt a sense of awe wash over him. She had taken control of the situation, and he had willingly given it to her.