Chapter 278 - Isabel Valemont
"Ah..." Inside a luxurious castle, a tired sigh echoed. T
he owner of this voice was a man of imposing and dignified appearance, his short black hair framing a manly face, contrasting with his dark skin and piercing green eyes.
That man was David Valemont, monarch of the kingdom of Valemont, a small nation in the outlying regions of the continent of eternal light.
"You ordered your guards to castrate Duke Belgrath's heir? tell me, Isabel... Why on earth, in the sacred name of Auranys, did you do that?"
The man scratched his temple, the golden crown on his head sliding slightly as he leaned back against his throne.
Below the steps leading up to the royal throne stood a woman of incomparable beauty.
Her voluptuous body covered in an elegant red dress that accentuated every curve, her slender waist seeming about to break under the weight of her enormous breasts, like mountains of dark skin covered in melted chocolate, in no way inferior to Elize's.
She positioned her delicate hands on her hips, her face, adorned by full lips and beautiful green eyes, framed by long white hair that fell like a waterfall.
"Because he was a filthy pig and I'd rather die than let that creature touch me!" She puffed out her chest with determination, her breasts jiggling like jelly under the tightness of the cleavage of her dress.
All the nobles present in the throne room gasped at those words, turning their gazes instantly to a tall, intimidating-looking man: Duke Belgrath.
"My family has protected the northern border of this kingdom for five thousand years and never, not once, have we failed in our sacred duty. We will not accept such shame!" The duke roared.
"You wouldn't be going through such shame if you hadn't tried to force that pig son of yours on me, Lord Belcuckold!" Isabel turned around, flashing her middle finger at the powerful lord.
"Guhk." The duke bit his tongue in anger, the whole castle shaking as his oppressive aura escaped from his body.
"ENOUGH!" The king punched the armrests of his throne, standing up, his own mana neutralizing Belgrath's power.
"I understand the loss your family has suffered, Belgrath. The crown will personally compensate you for this incident." David spoke before turning his stern gaze on his daughter.
"And you, as punishment for your impulsiveness, are to take your vows and serve for two years as a missionary nun, bringing the word of holy Auranys to the heretics of the Golden Plains continent!"
The moment the verdict echoed through the hall, everyone except Isabel fell to their knees.
"You may withdraw," David ordered.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Those present bowed one last time before leaving in orderly fashion, including Lord Belgrath, who seemed strangely satisfied with this punishment.
His son was useless anyway.
Having a justification for withdrawing his position as heir and even getting compensation from the royal family was undoubtedly a lucrative outcome for the duke.
Alone, David looked at his daughter and shook his head in disapproval.
"Go to your room. One of my knights will take care of your escort." David uttered and, without giving his daughter a chance to reply, left, leaving her alone in the imposing throne room.
"Fuck..." Isabel bit her lower lip, visibly annoyed.
Raising her face, she saw an elegant woman approaching, with long silver hair and a body that made it clear who Isabel had inherited her curves from.
"Mom..."
"Your father is proud of you, dear, he just can't express it..." The woman flashed a smile, enveloping her daughter in a comforting hug. "Just be a reasonable girl, okay? Don't go ordering your guards to castrate anyone who comes near you."
"I know, Mom..." Isabel returned the hug and, after a few more moments of conversation, retired to her chambers.
She threw herself onto her large, luxurious bed, her enormous breasts bouncing with the impact before settling against her delicate torso.
"At least I won't have to marry that pig..." she muttered,
"Tell me, what's your taste in men?" She turned her face to the corner of her room, where a knight was waiting for her, kneeling.
It was one of the few female knight under her father's, a woman with ordinary features, black hair and a body protected by gleaming steel armor.
Upon hearing those words, the knight blushed visibly. "Your Highness... I don't think this is a appropriate conversation."
"Hmmm... I want a young, attractive man with an imposing physique, someone who deserves my undying loyalty... Do I have a chance of finding someone like that in the East? A man who deserves me to smother him with my boobs?"
Isabel murmured, her hands sliding down to her tits, squeezing them provocatively against each other, their creamy chocolaty skin spilling out between her delicate fingers.
The knight quickly looked away, the blush on her face intensifying even more.
"Your Highness... please... When you take on the duties of a nun of the goddess of light and justice, Auranys, you will need to take a vow of chastity. Besides, I've heard rumors that many men on that continent tend to have several wives. How could a princess of your caliber lower herself to such a level?"
"Hmm... if he really deserves me, he can have as many wives as he wants! Hehehe." Isabel's eyes sparkled as she stood up.
The knight didn't reply, just bowed her head and quietly left.
"Ah... too bad a man like that doesn't fall from the sky."
Isabel sighed, letting her dress slide down her voluptuous body, revealing puffy, slightly darkened nipples and between her thighs, a virgin pussy, its interior hidden by soft, fat outer lips, sealing itself in a deep, succulent valley.
Stepping into her bathroom, she let the hot water wash her curves, her hands massaging her boobs as she covered them with a scented soap.
She was frustrated.
She didn't want just any man, she wanted a man to devote her life to, a man of her own choosing.
Especially now that her mana control had reached the third ring, a level equivalent to what people across the sea called the "realm of transcendence".
At only twenty years old when she achieved such power, even if she was only versed in healing magic, she certainly had enough talent to choose her own partner, didn't she?
Isabel closed her eyes, blushing intensely as she imagined her ideal man.
Piercing eyes, defined muscles, long hair as black as night.
"Ahhhhh... I can already imagine his face between my tits!" She let out an excited squeal, her arms wrapping around her bountiful bust.
Isabel's art is already in the characters tab! The art available here is an extremely censored version! You can access the uncensored version on my discord: https://discord.gg/ZMhMj7Dawz]