CHAPTER 10: Quick Wedding!
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"Your Majesty. Could I have a word with my daughter?"
"Prime Minister, I will not entertain any possibilities until you can bring one of your children before me."
With a voice full of authority and seriousness, the King declared.
"Your Majesty, regarding the wedding... Everyone is paying close attention to the wedding, do you..."
The prime minister repeatedly attempted to persuade the king.
"You shouldn't be worried, Prime Minister, 'I plan to marry both of your omegas," In response, the king stated and turned his eyes to Ysha.
"And you. Running is not an option for you. You have to remain here until your twin arrives before me."
Ysha felt a jolt of discomfort as the king's fingers dug deeper into her hair, causing her to wince once more.
"Ysha."
The prime minister expressed a certain degree of hesitation in wanting to assist.
"Prime Minister, you can expect the wedding to unfold this afternoon. No need for any fancy weeding, just head back for now and get ready for your younger daughter's wedding."
"Beta, lead the prime minister. "
The king issued an order to his Beta, instructing him to lead the prime minister out. Without delay, Beta acted on this instruction and escorted the prime minister.
In the salon, only Ysha and the king remained, creating an atmosphere of solitude between them. Ysha found herself completely unprepared for the actions that the king took next.
With a firm grip, the king shoved her face close to his and insisted.
"It's time for you to show more lie. Use your lips to bring me satisfaction."
Ysha found himself in a position where he had no choice but to follow the orders given by the king.
In Ysha's time of trouble, the king took hold of her hair and then raised the hem of his thobe, revealing his impressive size concealed beneath the lavish white underwear he wore under his grand attire.
Ysha swallowed hard.
As she lifted her head, she caught sight of the king, who was gazing back at her with a serious demeanor, clearly eager to see how she would proceed from that moment onward.
Ysha directed her attention to the king's massive form, which remained in discomfort from her face pressing against it.
The king's masculinity is a serious matter.
In the white underpants donned by the king, Ysha discerned the significant extent of his massive size. Though it remains partially erect for now.
Ysha gulped several times.
Despite her reluctance, she had no choice but to lower the king's underpants, nearly getting hit in the face by his large stature if he hadn't dodged.
It's massive.
“Do not let me wait any longer, Omega,” the king said.
Ysha raised her gaze again.
The king grasped its size and inserted it into her mouth. With the king's insistence, she found herself unable to do anything other than open her mouth.
She gives the king oral satisfaction, even though she realizes it won't comfortably fit.
Ysha was unable to hold back her tears, almost feeling ill from the sheer size of it.
This is her first experience with something like this, and she feels as if she's diminishing herself.
"Kyakkk."
Ysha's mouth dripping with drool as the king removed his manhood. Although she assumed it was over, circumstances forced her to encounter its extent again.
It became even more brutal. The King has exerted excessive force on her mount, leaving little regard for its well-being.
"Ugh! f**k!" With a firm grip on her hair, the king continued to thrust deeply into her mouth, expressing his dominance. Her mouth experienced a violent motion as the item aggressively moved in and out.
The king clearly took pleasure in boasting about her, but for Ysha, it felt like a curse.
If she could sense the king's pheromones, perhaps she would find some comfort, but the king emitted none.
"Omega, your mouth is very tight. Ugh."
He exerted a significant thrust, pushing his large frame deeply into her mouth and extending to the halfway point of her throat.
As she experienced intense feelings, sweat mixed with tears flowed from her eyes, and saliva filled her mouth, cascading down her neck.
"Not bad, Omega. Ahh!" The king let out a satisfied moan.
The king cast a smirking glance in his direction while he kept pushing the full size in and out of his mouth repeatedly.
Despite Omega being soaked in her sweat, tears, and saliva, the king shows no concern for her condition.
The sight of the other omegas in his harem repulses him, but despite this feeling, all of his attention becomes captivated by the Omega who stands right in front of him. His glance failed to stir any feelings of annoyance or frustration within her.
"Ugh. Omega, take my cum." The king sped up.
He promptly filled her mouth with the king's large stature and went right to savoring the juice that flowed from it.
The king, overwhelmed by his ecstatic feelings, suddenly and without warning retracted himself from Ysha's mouth.
By letting go of her hair in a rough manner, he caused Ysha to lose her stability, resulting in her falling down onto the floor.
After lifting the underwear, the king took a moment to properly adjust his thobe, making sure it draped elegantly around him.
“You understood what I mentioned to your father, Omega.”
As the king spoke, he turned his gaze towards Ysha, who remained still since the moment she had been knocked down, only making a slight movement to wipe the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Prepare yourself for the wedding ceremony that will take place this afternoon. Your true identity remains known only to your father, yourself, beta, and lota. Focus your thoughts and act in a responsible manner.”
With a tone filled with forewarning, the king made his statement clear. He kept staring at her while she was wiping her face clean.
"H-leave my twin alone."
Instead of responding directly to the king's warning, Ysha chose to express her thoughts in a different manner, allowing her words to flow freely without addressing the caution he had given her.
“Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?”
With another pull of her hair, the king startled her, prompting her to lift her eyes and meet his gaze.
“I will track down your twin, Omega. And you... you will suffer with your lie.”
The king forcefully moved her away again.
He turned around and headed out, being the first to leave the Salon.
She found herself on her own. Concern fills her as she contemplates what might occur to her twin if her father locates Shantal and shows it to the king.
....
In a manner similar to others, they come together for the king's rapid nuptials.
Among all the notable guests who were present, it was only Duke Mukbar who made his way to her wedding ceremony.
Due to the quick nature of the arrangements, other cousins and friends who share a close bond with him were unable to be present.
Although his grandfather disagreed with the situation, he refrained from taking any steps to address it.
The wedding ceremony was quite modest, and he found himself officially married to the Omega.
"Congratulations, your Majesty."
Duke Mukbar is the father of Karrim, who happens to be his cousin.
The moment the king caught sight of Duke Mukbar, thoughts of Karrim flooded back into his mind.
He still resents Karrim for leaving him behind in the kingdom due to Karrim's opposition to the law established by their grandfather.
Karrim stood as a potential candidate for the throne, competing against several rivals who also sought kingship. On the other hand, after Karrim left, he inherited all obligations.
As far as Zarim was concerned, it didn't matter whether he or Karrim took the throne, provided that one of them did; nevertheless, Karrim decided to keep him hanging in the air.
Zarim undertook all necessary actions and demonstrated to their other cousins that if Karrim does not assume the role of king, then no one else shall occupy that position except for him.
“I sincerely thank you, Duke Mukbar.”
After they exchanged a firm handshake, they followed their customary ritual of gently touching each other's cheeks three times.
That is the customary greeting utilized in their homeland, and it can also serve as a way to acknowledge someone you haven't seen for an extended period.
Due to the laws of their nation, the Duke is not allowed to make any physical contact with the King's wife, which is clearly forbidden.
A woman should only be seen by her husband, brother, and father, and no other man should have that privilege.
Despite the fact that the girl's cousin happens to be male, they are unable to meet each other.
In the event of a meeting, one must wear an abaya that covers the whole body, along with a niqab to cover the face and a jilbab to cover the head.
Only a woman's eyes will see.
Not even the grandfather of the king had the opportunity to lay eyes on the king's wife.
It seems that in the case of women, only the man they are destined to marry will get to see her face.
The king felt assured that no one would realize he had wed a woman who was not the one originally intended for him.
The Duke and Ysha both performed a bow in unison as a sign of greeting, and in return, they graciously accepted the greeting that was offered to them.
Ysha quickly made her way back to the king's room, so it didn't take long for her to confront them.
The king stood alone to greet the guests at their wedding.
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