Herald of Steel

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Alexander was still swimming in his blissful sea of release after his encounter with the young princess when he was suddenly interrupted by a loud thud on the door streaking across the end of the hallway. Then swiftly accompanying it came a hushed chorus of murmurs, of both men and women, causing the man’s heart to skip a beat.

Given the exposed state he was in, such an intrusion was certainly unexpected, so he instinctively turned to glance at the nearby Queen Mother for guidance.

Seelima too furrowed her sharp, beautiful eyebrows in irritation- she had been itching for her turn with Alexander for so long, to the point her spring water leaked down her thick thighs... and yet when it was finally her time...

Placing her hands on the sexy, wide hips in frustration, she thus first cast her eyes down on the blissfully content maiden lying on the floor with a twinge of jealousy, then reluctantly swerved her head full of thick red mane towards the door leading to the hallway.

Fortunately, the regal lady did not need to stare too long into the empty space as soon a maid rapidly materialized under the soft glow of the candlelight.

Dressed in a prim, colorful, layered gown, this short, chestnut haired young girl approached the central room with soft, hurried steps, carrying a folded nightgown in her hands.

She stopped right by the door, giving a swift, small bow, before she silently lifted her head to stare directly at the Queen Mother. And as she did, most surprisingly, she did not show the slightest hint of surprise at the ’naked’ sight laid bare in front of her.

She only bisquesely swept over the sight like it was nothing, before making her report in the most professional tone, "Your Highness, Head maid Anna is here to see you. She says it is something urgent."

Seelima slightly turned to face the waiting girl, similarly appearing not the least bit ashamed to show her state.

"...At this time? Tell her I am too tired." She shot sharply within a heartbeat, imperiously waving her palms in dismissal. She hoped the unpleasantness would disappear with just this.

"Your Highness, she is here under the king’s orders. I even saw a few royal guards accompanying her." The small girl however did not budge and added this new information with some trepidation, "They are demanding to meet you instantly."

"....." Seelima’s eyes flashed a silverly chill, her lips tightening up. It took her only a moment to realize that the timing of their arrival was too good to be a coincidence- Ptolomy had certainly sent them with a goal.

So she really did not get exposed right now. It would greatly jeopardise her new position as the prime minister.

Thus her head began to work at light speed on how to quickly hide all the evidence.... just like Alexander’s. The problem was- these men had come too suddenly and there were just too many things in the room to dispose of properly in such a short time.

"Lady Masha is stalling them for now, Your Highness. Please get dressed. Here is a nightgown and a little jewelry. I will take the Princess to her room."

Their thoughts were interrupted by this crisp suggestion from the young maid, who quickly stepped forward to hand Seelima a new nightgown, "I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on. Please forgive me," and then bent down to lift the dazed Hellma in one go.

This display of strength perhaps impressed Alexander more than the quick, wise suggestion- given how long he had Hellma on his lap, he knew firsthand the regal maiden was no featherweight. Although petite, her rear and thighs contained significant meat, plus she was pregnant.

"Mmmm..." Hellma only moaned in content at the free ride, feeling her body turn into soft putty. Although she heard everything and was very aware of the danger, her body seemed to simply refuse to move. The long, sensual teasing, the countless small orgasms and finally the hard pounding Alexander gave her in her most sweet spot made her completely lose all her strength.

All she now wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep, blissfully swimming in the gooey warmth filling her inside.

"Lord Pasha, please get dressed quickly and then clean up the place as best as you can. We don’t have much time." Alexander was curiously watching the state of the naked princess when his thoughts were suddenly broken by this crisp order from the chestnut haired maid, turning to him with a subtle glare, "You can also throw all the bits and clothes under the couch... hopefully the darkness will hide it all. Lastly, fix the cushions on the couch if you can."

The girl made her orders with some irritation in her tone, feeling peeved that Alexander was just standing there and staring at her, wasting precious time...while her spine was almost snapping at the heavy load.

Despite how it appeared to the outside, it was actually quite difficult for the small lady to princess carry the sleeping girl- she only managed to do it because of the unrestrained adrenaline coursing through her.

Hence, shooting her directives, she did not waste a second and sped towards one of the nearby bedrooms, eager to drop the dazed deadweight.

Then seeing her, both the man and woman also quickly got their act together.

Alexander haphazardly put on his crumbled tunic and yanked on his pants, throwing the underwear and shoes under the couch to save time. Similarly, the Queen Mother kicked away her previous thin, sheer nightgown and rapidly wrapped her curvaceous body with the much thicker cloth, hiding all her charms underneath.

Following that, she began to hurriedly adjust her hair and makeup that had been ruined by the rough manhandling of Alexander, while at the same time also tried to adjust the room to its previous state. The regal lady had not multi-tasked this hard in decades- swiftly repositioning the couch cushions to hide the naughty stains with one hand, while wiping off the dripping mascara from the edge of her eyes with the other.

Similarly, Alexander moved to rapidly straighten any creases on the carpet, wipe away the pools of naughty fluid, fix the furniture and throw all the various small bits of red cloth worn by Hellma into the distant soft darkness.

’It’s so good the meeting room is some distance from the door. Otherwise we would be...." He further mused as he moved, sighing inside with great relief.

The layout of Seelima’s room greatly helped in their endeavour- instead of the door directly leading to the central guest room, there was first a small guest area at the entrance, followed by a long, winding corridor to the side that led to the main space. This was intentionally designed like so to give the Queen Mother some heads up in case of unforeseen guests, and allow her to prepare herself.

Otherwise, if the door had suddenly opened to them.... just the state Alexander was in was too mortifying to think about, forget the consequences of being found out with who he was.

"Who is the young lady, Your Highness? I did not recognise her." Another thing that saved them was the swift action of the maid. Thus Alexander could not help but turn to curiously chime in about her.

"She is Lord Foazel’s youngest daughter... Lya. Hellma’s previous lady in waiting... got married recently. So... ’we’ took her a few months ago." The Queen Mother swiftly replied with some ragged breaths, her hands now rapidly working to dress up her long, flaming hair. It had been badly mangled by Alexander cruelly pulling and twisting it as they kissed and made out, letting it appear all disheveled.

The trouble was, try as she might, she could not make it take that same, regal flow as before. Seelima usually spent hours every day brushing and oiling it to get that wavy, silky state. So she could tell this even without a mirror.

’Fuck!’ She hence cursed crudely inside her in a very unladylike manner, before giving up on the endeavor entirely. Deciding to let her hair be as it is, she instead chose to focus more on wearing her new necklace and bangles- made of pure gold and rubies, she hoped they would help turn her image into a proper, regal queen.

However just as she was done with them, suddenly a nearby stench hit her cute nose that made all optimism crash, "Fuck! There is no point to any of this Alexander! The whole place stinks... it stinks of us fucking! They will surely..."

"...!!!.." Alexander too froze at this mention, his eyes shrinking.

Indeed, now that he flared his nostrils, he found there was a certain smell that was impossible to miss- it was the strong, leaking pheromones of the two pregnant ladies, combined with his own musky release. This had somehow eluded his own senses, mostly because of how long he had been immersed in here.

However, for someone coming from the outside...

Alexander instinctively turned his head towards a nearby closed window, hoping to open it and let the wind carry it.

’Shit! There is no time. Aghh... why is there no air freshener when you need it?’ He instantly cried inside, his mind suddenly pulling up blank.

"Incense? Light some incense! No! There is no time." Similarly, the cry the Queen Mother gave was to no avail.

*Thud*, *Thud*, *Thud*,

While the footsteps in the distance now suddenly started to advance.

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