The World Is Mine For The Taking

"I... I see now," Princess Myrcella said, her voice steady but her gaze searching. "So, you're not the skillless man everyone believes you to be, are you?"

I didn't bother answering that. Instead, I cut straight to the point.

"We're not here to talk about how I got this way or what led me here," I said firmly. "What matters is that I've become who I am because I had people who supported me—people who helped me reach my goals. You can succeed too, Princess Myrcella, if you let others help you."

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The flicker of doubt in her eyes told me she was struggling with the idea.

"Like you?" she finally whispered, her voice trembling. "B-But how can I trust you with the fate of this kingdom?"

"You don't need to trust me," I replied, my tone sharp but calm. "You just need to believe I'm capable of fixing what's broken—of seeing the cracks you overlook. I can patch the mistakes, clean up the mess, and ensure the kingdom doesn't fall apart. All you need to do is keep up appearances. Be the graceful queen the people need to see. Behind the scenes, you can do whatever you want within your inner circle. I'll be the King in the Shadows. Think of me as an advisor—a resource to turn to when you hit a wall. I'll find the loopholes you need."

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with an uneven rhythm. "And... is that all you want from me?" she asked, her voice soft but cautious, almost like she was afraid of the answer.

"I don't need anything from you or the royal family," I said bluntly. "What I want is validation. You'll handle the politics, the court's problems, the corruption—everything. Make this kingdom better, not just for the nobles or the elite, but for everyone. I'm just a king in name. Of course, any major decision you make, we'll discuss it together. But ultimately, the burden is yours. I'm here to keep the kingdom standing."
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Princess Myrcella fell silent, her brow furrowed in deep thought. My offer wasn't ideal—it was unreasonable, even. I was asking her to give up half her authority as a ruler. But at this point, she couldn't save the kingdom on her own.

I knew she had talent; she'd been pushing herself to become the Student Council President at the academy, gaining connections and trying to learn the ropes of leadership. But talent and a little experience weren't enough to stop the kingdom from collapsing. I was offering her a lifeline. If she refused, I knew she'd come crawling back when things inevitably fell apart.

"May I... think this over?" she asked, her voice delicate but resolute.

"Of course," I replied smoothly. "Take as long as you need. I'll be waiting patiently."

This was good. The fact that she was seriously considering it meant she'd likely accept. Her decision would be the turning point for the kingdom's future.

***

After a moment of silence, the Princess straightened her posture, the grace in her every movement unmistakable. She took a measured breath before turning toward me.

"I shall take my leave now," she said softly, her voice carrying both elegance and resolve. "Thank you for granting me this audience, Leon."

"No worries," I replied, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. "But, please—don't call me Leon when I'm in this form."

Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Ah, yes… Forgive me. Thank you, Sir Faust." She dipped into a low, graceful curtsy, holding the pose with regal poise. Then, with a final glance, she turned and walked out, her knight shadowing her every step.

The door shut with a faint click, leaving a lingering stillness. Moments later, Amon glided into the balcony, her presence both soothing and seductive.

"Would you care for some tea, Master?" she asked, her voice smooth and sultry. "After such a heavy discussion, I imagine you must be parched."

I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. "Tea sounds nice, but…" I let my eyes trail over her form, taking in every curve. "I think something else would do a better job quenching my thirst."

Amon's lips curled into a sultry smile. "Well then," she murmured. With deliberate grace, she gathered the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, revealing her legs wrapped in sleek black stockings. The garters hugged her thighs, accentuating every inch of her flawless skin. Her panties, a thin strip of black fabric, clung to her hips, framing the inviting sight between her thighs. "Will this suffice, Master?" she purred, her voice dripping with invitation.

My breath hitched, my gaze darkening. "It more than suffices," I growled.

With a sly smile, Amon straddled me, her movements fluid and teasing. "It's been some time since I've properly serviced you," she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. Her scent—sweet and intoxicating—filled my senses, making my cock throb in response. Despite the earlier encounters, my body reacted to her as if it was starved. It was impossible not to. Amon wasn't just beautiful; she was lewd perfection. And she was mine.

"Allow me to serve you with my hole, Master," she whispered, fingers deftly unbuckling my belt. "Please, feel good."

She tugged my cock free, her eyes darkening with hunger. With a quick adjustment, she shifted her panties to the side, revealing her dripping slit. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking me in inch by inch. The heat of her pussy enveloped me, tight and wet, drawing a groan from my throat.

"Mmmh… Master…" she gasped, her voice trembling. Her walls clenched around me as she bottomed out, her thighs quivering. Her breathing hitched, a shiver running through her body. Her body quivered, a telltale sign she'd already cum from the sheer act of taking me in. "Do you… think the Princess will accept your offer?" she asked, her voice breathy as she began to rock her hips.

I exhaled sharply, gripping her thighs as she rode me. "It's inevitable," I said, each word punctuated by the slow, deliberate thrust of my hips. "She can't handle ruling alone. She needs someone to back her up. She's in over her head. Talent won't save her. She'll crumble under the weight, and when she does, the kingdom will fall with her. She needs a foundation."

"Haaa… Th-Then… will you be that foundation, Master?" Amon gasped, her pace quickening. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy sliding along my cock filled the balcony, mingling with her breathy moans.

"I will," I growled, gripping her thighs tighter. I thrust upward, meeting her movements with deep, powerful strokes. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed, the rhythm growing more frantic.

"Hnnn… Haaah… Haaa… Haaa!" Amon cried, her body trembling as she rode me harder.

The Princess needed stability, and without it, she'd fall apart. A ruler who couldn't handle the pressure would drag their kingdom down with them. A weak ruler meant a doomed nation. I wasn't the only one who could be that foundation, but I was the best option she had. If she didn't accept my help, she'd eventually break. She'd seen what I was capable of—building an empire from nothing, wielding power and strength like no other. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, I was her best option.

"Aaaah, haaah… Now, your goal is almost within reach," Amon purred, her voice dripping with desire, her gaze soft and reverent. Her lips curled into a smile as she caressed my chest. "I can't wait for the day you conquer everything, sitting on top of the world like the king you are. When that time comes, and countless women are yours… I only hope you won't forget about me."

I slammed into her with more force, gripping her soft thighs as they trembled under my hands. "That's impossible," I growled, my voice rough and hungry. "I'll never forget you, Amon. Not a single fucking day will pass where I don't think about the first pussy I claimed."

"Aaaahn~! Haaaan, aaaaah! M-Master! I-I'm so thankful for that…! Aaaah… C-Cumming…! I'm cumming!"

Her whole body quivered violently, her pussy tightening like a vice around my cock, pulling me deeper. I felt the coiling heat as her walls spasmed uncontrollably. A gush of her juices soaked us both as she squirted, her release intense and raw. At the same time, my cock throbbed hard, erupting inside her with thick, white cum. I emptied everything, filling her completely.

"AaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnNnnnnnnNnnnnn~!!!"

Amon arched her back, her scream a mix of bliss and surrender. My cock pumped relentlessly, each spurt shooting hot cum into her womb, leaving me feeling like I was pouring my entire being into her. Every pulse sent shivers up my spine, the sensation so overwhelming it felt like I was losing myself in her warmth.

"T-Thank you, Master… for feeling good with my hole," she whispered, her voice trembling, eyes glazed with pleasure.

But I wasn't finished. My hunger burned hotter, my cock still rock-hard and ready. I grabbed her by the hips, lifting her onto the table. Her black stockings clung tightly to her toned legs, the garters digging into her soft flesh, framing her like a perfect, lewd masterpiece.

I spread her legs wide, pushing her panties aside again. With a low growl, I plunged back into her drenched pussy, feeling her walls envelop me once more. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the balcony, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through us both.

I didn't care who might hear. The world outside didn't matter. All that existed was this moment—her body beneath mine, taking everything I had to give. Her moans grew louder, matching the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin as I fucked her relentlessly, pouring more of my seed into her with each powerful thrust.

Amon wasn't just another conquest; she was the cornerstone of everything I'd built. Without her, none of this would've been possible. She was the catalyst that set my ambition in motion, the reason my goal was within reach. She was the catalyst for all of this. Everything I'd accomplished, every plan set in motion, was because of her. Without Amon, none of this would've been possible.

I was grateful for her, and more than that—I loved her. I'd never cast her aside. Never.