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April 20, 2021

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The last confessor Episode 57 & 58

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🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)

Episode 57

 

 

“Hey, get up and wipe those tears away.” King Miley grinned with a stern voice.
Isabelle didn’t even move from where she sat as she continued to weep miserably.

She felt so angry at the king for giving her out to this monster – well, the truth is that, she doesn’t even know who’s more of a monster, is it king Ceasar or King Miley?

Both king’s were mean and heartless. They killed any offender as if killing is a thing of joy.

But she didn’t know why she preferred staying with king Ceasar to king Miley. Both king’s almost have same trait but she didn’t want to live with king Miley.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” King Miley hissed angrily and grabbed Isabelle roughly by her arm.

“When I’m talking to you…” King Miley’s words were cut short as an unexpected arrow flew and hit him right on his chest.

His eyes widen and he went down on his knees immediately. Blank blood dripped out slowly from the corner of his mouth.

Isabelle gasped and moved away from him, she turned and saw king Ceasar staring at them with a triumphant look on his face. And instantly, she knew the arrow had come from him.

He had actually deceived king Miley so he can have the opportunity to kill him. Her mind that was in turmoil, suddenly became relaxed

as she stared at the king.

King Ceasar threw another arrow and it met king Miley at his back and king Miley groaned in excruciating pain and fell heavily on the floor, with blood coming out from his mouth.

King Ceasar took slow strides towards them. He got to where king Miley laid, almost unconscious already. He crouched in front of him and raised his head to stare at him.

“You… deceived…me and… shot…me…with…a poisonous arrow.” King Miley spat out blood with his face filled with anger and defeat.

“You should know I never loose and let go easily. You chose the hard way and I gave it to you. You should have just accepted the money I was willing to pay you and all this wouldn’t have happened.” King Ceasar said with a triumphant smirk.

King Miley coughed out blood and groaned in pain and in anger.

He couldn’t believe that he had been fooled by king Ceasar. He had doubted the fact that king Ceasar would just readily agree to hand the confessor over to him just like that.

But then, he had seen the seriousness and firmness in his face and he couldn’t help but believe that he was serious on giving the confessor to him.

He wasn’t wise enough to know that he planned something huge for him.

“You… bastard!” King Miley groaned with his voice barely audible and with life slipping out of him gently.

“Eish! Even at your dying minute, you still talk a lot. Well, save your strength and words so when you

get to hell, you’ll be able to say hi to devil for me.” King Ceasar smirked and with those words said, he drew out the arrow with force and plunged into his heart directly.

King Miley coughed out blood and winced slightly.

Isabelle just stood, watching the scene before her eyes. She watched as her king killed king Miley right before her eyes without any remorse.

Her body shook and all the hair on her body stood still with fright.

She didn’t even for once in her confused state believe or think that her king would kill king Miley.

She had actually believed that king Ceasar had really handed her over to king Miley – but she didn’t know it was part of his plans.

She felt relieved and at the same time, scared because she was right there when everything was happening.

“My…men will…come after you.” King Miley said with a lot of difficulty as excruciating pains spread around his body.

“Gosh! You’re really strong huh? Say hi to do devil for me.” King Ceasar said with his eyes dark. He drew out his sword behind him and sent it straight to king Miley’s heart.

King Miley gasped as his breathing wavered and slow down.

Then, he took his last breath and just heart stopped.

“Bastard!” King Ceasar spat out with disgusted look as he gazed at the bloody dead body of king Miley whose eyes were opened even at death.

Isabelle felt nauseous immediately and she held her stomach and placed other hand, on her mouth.

King Ceasar turned to stare at Isabelle and he frowned lightly.

“Let’s get going already. You look sick.” He said and his face softened a little.

Isabelle just nodded her head and they both started for the door.

Outside, she met many of king Miley’s guards dead and she gasped out loudly.

“Where are the red sisters?” King Ceasar asked as he stared around the building.

“They’ve been taken away your highness.” One of the guard bowed.

The king nodded his head and walked towards were the carriage was already waiting for him. Isabelle climbed into the carriage too and sat beside the king, with her hands in between her legs and her head bowed.

The ride to the palace was a quiet one as none of them spoke a word to each other.

They haven’t gotten half way when Isabelle starting feeling dizzy and she started to doze off.

She would jolt awake if she dozes off because her head wasn’t properly balanced and there was no comfortable place or thing she could place her head on.

King Ceasar face creased in a frown as he stared at the dozing Isabelle.

He observed that, she was a little pale and sick.
Isabelle’s head unconsciously fell on the king’s shoulder and immediately, she removed her head as she got to know.

She turned to stare at the king with tired eyes and flushed cheeks; she was embarrassed.

“I’m sorry my king.” She whispered drowsily and yawned lightly. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned again.

Just then, she felt the king hand on her neck, directing her head to stay on his shoulder.

Isabelle didn’t object but she let the king put her head on his shoes.

She smiled lightly. She was surprised and she was happy too. She felt so happy and comfortable with her head on the king’s shoulder.

When the king start being caring towards her?

She let her mind wander off at her breathing even.

The king surprised her again, by tucking her hair behind her ear. He stroked her hair gently and she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach.

She felt butterflies dance enthusiastically in her stomach.

“Sleep, you look tired.” She heard the king whisper to her.
She smiled and nodded her head.

And just as she drifted off to sleep, she felt a wet kiss on her forehead and her heart fluttered at the realization that it was from the king.

 

Episode 58

 

The king continued to stroke Isabelle’s hair as she slept soundly with just the sound of her breath.

King Ceasar can’t really understand and fathom what exactly is going on with him these days, when he’s around the confessor.
Why doesn’t he feel that hate he felt for her when she just became his?

Why doesn’t he feel revengeful and angry anytime he sees her?
Why doesn’t he want to hurt her so badly again like he intended to?

Everything is so confusing and with a conclusion, he would visit the wise one at the neighbouring kingdom to get answers to his questions.

The ride back to the palace was a tiring one. Isabelle didn’t even move once as she seemed to be a deep sleep.

Finally, they got to the palace.

“My king…” One of the guards bowed, with his hands stretched out – in a gesture that he wants to carry the sleeping confessor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her.” The king said plainly. The guard nodded his head and bowed. He moved back a little to give the king space to alight.

With Isabelle in the king’s hands, in a bridal style, the king walked slowly into the palace.

Surprisingly, she was as light as a feather.
And he carried her with ease.

Surprisingly, the king did not take Isabelle to her room but his.
As a guard opened the door of his room, Isabelle stirred gently and laid comfortably on his body, with her head on his chest calmly.

She looked so innocent and peaceful as she slept.

The king laid Isabelle gently on his bed and drew the duvet cover to her body to cover her up to her chest region.

She stirred again and yawned lightly. Then, she went back to sleep.

“She seemed really tired.” He mouthed as he gazed at her.
He tucked her hair behind her ear and left the room.

******

“You’re hereby made a commoner and you’re banned from stepping even a foot in this palace.

Two of your index fingers respectively, would be cut off as a reminder of the abomination you committed.

Now, I’m sparing your life because of the innocent unborn child in your stomach,e else, you would have been hanged to death.” King Ceasar spoke out, with his face as hard a rock and his jaw stiff.

Roseline wept bitterly as the king gave his verdict. She didn’t know why she was crying – if it was because of the minor punishment or for the fact that she was made a commoner and she wouldn’t be able to get married to the king and become a queen?

There were so many things for her to shed tears for.

“As for Jeffrey, your left hand shall be cut off and you shall leave the palace premises and not to step a foot in this palace.

And in seven days from now, the both of you are gonna get married in a very low-key!” The king declared and the council nodded their head in approvement – pleased with the judgement of the king.

“No, no…I don’t want to marry him. I can’t marry him!” Roseline cried out.

Marry a lowlife that can’t even fend for himself?

Jeffrey was quiet as pain, regret and guilt filled his heart.

His left hand is gonna be cut off and he’s gonna get married to Roseline – someone he doesn’t love and even regretted laying with her.

His life was doomed.

Where was he gonna start from?
He doesn’t have a job any longer and a baby is on its way.

“This is my judgement!” The king said, with so much Superiority in his hard voice.

Roseline cried out and went on her knees.

The king stood up from his throne like seat and started towards the door.
He didn’t even spare either of them a side glance as he walked away.

The guards took the injured Jeffrey, whose body was filled with deep marks that sure would last forever.

He was flogged and an hot coal iron was pressed on his back.

He felt nothing but excruciating pains all because of a one night stand with the king’s woman.

He regretted ever knowing Roseline and most of all, he regretted ever complying to sleep with her.

But it was too late already.

*****

“Tell the confessor I summon her.” The king said to the bodyguard that walked beside him to his bedroom.
“Yes, my king.” The guard bowed and took another turn to the confessor’s room.

The king sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Isabelle’s heart was in her mouth as soon as the guard delivered the message that had sent for her.

For the past two days after they came back from king Miley’s kingdom, she hadn’t seen the king as he seemed to be busy and he hadn’t called for her.

She had been so shocked to have woken up the next day to find herself on the king’s bed but he wasn’t in the room at the time she had woken up.

Had the king brought her to his room himself? And why?

From making her sleep on his shoulders, he made her sleep in his room and on his bed without even touching her.

She was too stunned.
Why’s the king suddenly being nice to her?

****
Isabelle had bonded well with the new maids and cooks and she liked them, vice versa.

They acknowledge the fact that was the head and they talked like they’ve known each other for long.

Isabelle felt her legs wobble as she got to the king’s room. Before she could even knock, she heard the king’s voice, telling her to come in.

She nervously opened the door and went inside.

“My king.” She bowed in obeisance.
“Strip and get on the bed.” He ordered at once, not even staring at her.

She gulped down and started taking off her clothes one after the other.
Finally, she was nude before the king and with shaky legs, she walked to the king’s bed and climbed on top of it.

She dug her face in the pillow and she grew more nervous when she felt the bed lowered and she felt the king’s presence behind her.

King Ceasar made Isabelle to lie directly to face him. He was still clothed and Isabelle noticed that, he wasn’t wearing that cold expression he usually has anytime he wants to have sex with her.

His expression was cool and calm.

The king went for her boobs and squeezed it lightly. Isabelle moaned out at the feeling.
Then, the king took one boobs in his mouth and sucked hard from it.

*****
The king kissed her passionately and she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Her hands moved freely to his hair as she dug her hands in it. The king didn’t push her hands away and she was glad.

As he kissed her hotly, his hands found it’s way to her boobs and he fondled with them.
He wasn’t rough with her like the other times when he’d be so hard on her and she’d be in tears and feel nothing but pain with just little or no pleasure.

The pains were always overwhelming and he doesn’t do romance too.

The king parted her legs and he went in between them. He trailed kisses from her cheek down to her shoulder and it made her shiver.

He was making her feel things she hadn’t felt.
His finger slipped gently into her v*gina and she let out a light moan.

He used the finger to rub her clit. Isabelle couldn’t hold her moans and so, she let it out.

He made it two fingers and he continued to rub her clit, and encircling it too.
Isabelle didn’t feel too much pains as pleasure overwhelmed her.

He kissed her passionately and then, sucked on her boobs like a hungry baby and it made her moan out.

Slowly, he took of his own garment and he was left with just his brief, leaving Isabelle rather shocked.

The king had never undressed while he’s f*cking her, but today was different

Isabelle’s eyes travelled down to his waist level and her eyes almost bulged out as she stared at his huge erection inside his brief.

It was so big and thick and the sight made her shiver.

The king finally took off his brief and she quickly look away. He chuckled softly and he couldn’t even believe he had made the sound.

He kissed her feverishly, with his tongue mating with hers and so slowly, he slid half of his length inside of her – like he was afraid to hurt her.

She moaned out in ecstacy as the king plunged into her gently. And then, he pushed in his full size and that made Isabelle full.

“Hum…ha…” She moaned out as he rode into her faster.
He wasn’t treating her like she isn’t human to feel pain, but he treated her like someone with feelings.

He sucked on her boobs as he rode into her. Pain mixed with pleasure rushed through her and she couldn’t help but moan loudly.

The king himself made guttural sounds as he plunged into her.

Finally, they both reached their climax and the king released all his seeds inside of her.

He pulled out of her and their breathing filled the room.

Isabelle was already tired and totally drained and all she wanted was to sleep.
She couldn’t even close her legs properly because it hurts – the king had ridden her many times but she had enjoyed it.

She felt the king stand up from the bed but she was too weak and dizzy to turn to his direction.

Dizziness slammed through her and she couldn’t fight but finally gave in to nature to sleep.

*********

“What do you mean?” Roseline rasped angrily, running her fingers through her hair.

“You’re not pregnant.” The herbalist said again like he had said before.
“What do you mean I’m not pregnant? I did feel the signs and symptoms, so why are you saying that I’m not pregnant?” Roseline was starting to get infuriated.

“With the test I ran on you, you’re not pregnant. You have pseudocyesis and that’s because you badly want a child.
You’re not pregnant.” The herbalist said firmly.

Roseline felt doomed.
She lost virtually everything because of the false alarm that she was pregnant.
Too late to cry when the head is off.

She wouldn’t have concluded just yet that she was pregnant without conducting a test to be sure.
She felt so stupid and angry at herself.

She wasn’t pregnant, yet she lost everything.

“There’s no need for the herbs that would have helped me terminate the pregnancy.” She groused at last, standing on her feet.
The herbalist just nodded his head and with bitterness in her heart, she walked away.

With her own hands, she destroyed herself…

 

😱😱😱😱
Roseline wasn’t even pregnant 😳
The king and Isabelle made love and not for revenge😋😋
End of season 1

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