Chapter 120: The Scent of Another Woman 18+ (WinWin Bonus)

"Do you always walk around like this?" Senuna laughed softly as she stepped closer to him, her voice low and teasing. "You know, some women can get the wrong impression and suddenly try to seduce the young, handsome, and powerful king." She purred the words while pressing her fingers lightly against his hard abs, her hand sliding lower with deliberate slowness to trace the thick, heavy outline of his massive cock through the thin fabric of his pants.

But Max rolled his eyes and pushed her aside with a firm hand on her shoulder.

"You’re not even interested, so what are you even playing at?" he growled, clearly annoyed. He wanted to fuck, not to play games. Ever since the day he had appeared and killed Aurelius, Senuna had avoided him completely.

She had told him outright that he had brought his own doom and that her kingdom would not support him in this matter. So now, just because he was walking the halls half naked with a massive bulge straining down his leg, she suddenly pretended to be interested?

He could read her like an open book. He would rather find somebody else from her bloodline to fuck than waste time with her. She was a dangerous snake, one he wanted to avoid despite the seductive look burning in her eyes. He had once read a warning on the internet that putting your dick in crazy was a terrible idea, and he intended to live by that advice.

Senuna smirked as she watched him walk away, her gaze lingering on the powerful lines of his back and the obvious bulge in his pants.

"What a man... No wonder all the women you lay your eyes on eventually fall for your charm. Dangerous. Very dangerous." She turned away slowly, walking with an exaggerated sway of her hips while she lifted the hand that had just traced his cock.

She glanced around quickly, making sure no one was watching, then brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering half-closed for a brief moment. "I... don’t dislike it, I guess..." she whispered to herself, a faint, hungry smile curving her lips as the potent masculine scent lingered on her skin.

Max turned the corner and stopped in front of a door. He knocked once.

"Who’s there?" Agnia’s voice echoed from the other side.

"Me. Can I come in?" Max growled, barely able to contain the burning lust surging through his veins.

"Ah! Hold up, my king, one second!" Agnia scrambled to get up from the floor. She had been stretching her body, trying to regain her strength and flexibility after the brutal beating she had suffered at Aurelius’s hands. She still could not believe she had been left so weak. It annoyed her deeply. She wanted to grow far more powerful than she currently was.

When she finally opened the door, she froze completely at the sight before her. "Max, what are you—" Her eyes widened dramatically as her gaze dropped to the massive, heavy bulge straining against his pants, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible and pulsing with obvious need.

Max did not waste a single second. He pulled her forward by the waist and pressed her soft body firmly against his, letting her feel the scorching heat and incredible hardness of his transformed cock throbbing heavily against her stomach. She shuddered violently, her eyes growing even wider as her thighs instinctively pressed together, feeling the powerful pulse of his desire radiating through the thin fabric and making her own core clench with sudden, aching heat.

"I want you," he growled, his lips immediately descending to her neck, kissing and sucking on her sensitive skin with raw, open-mouthed hunger while his hands gripped her hips possessively.

"Wait, wait... ahh... why so suddenly? And... what is this smell? Did you sleep with a human woman?" She tried to push him away, but Max’s possessive grip on her waist only tightened, holding her firmly in place so her body stayed molded against the thick length of his cock. "What about sister Rosalia?"

"Why do you care who I fuck?" Max replied, his voice low and rough as he brought his palm down sharply on her ass, drawing a startled, needy moan from her lips. Her curly crimson hair spilled over his shoulder as he pulled her even closer, and he could smell that she had freshly bathed, the clean, sweet scent of her skin driving him even crazier with need. "As for Rosalia, she will understand. Don’t worry. She will always be my number one."

"Then... what about me... what number am I to you?" she asked, biting her lower lip as sudden annoyance flashed across her flushed face.

"If you want to be my first, then work hard to please me. Who knows..." Max deliberately dodged the question, but his words were exactly what she needed to hear to lose control completely.

"Number one... me?" Agnia whispered, her resistance melting instantly. She gave in completely to his kisses, her hips moving instinctively to the side so her aching pussy pressed and rubbed shamelessly against the thick outline of his cock through his pants, grinding herself slowly along his length. "Do I really have a chance?" Her voice came out possessive, low, and almost whimpering with desperate need.

"Of course... you’re my special good girl, Agnia," Max whispered hotly into her ear, his breath sending fresh shivers racing down her spine.

"Yes... yes I am..." she breathed, feeling the same intense hunger she had felt the first time they had sex flooding back into her body with overwhelming force. It had been almost two weeks since she last had him inside her, and ever since that day, she could not forget the feeling.

She had craved him every single day, touching herself almost desperately while imagining his thick cock stretching her open. Even today, before she bathed, she had played with herself while fantasizing about Max taking her roughly while holding her close.

"Please, let me feel loved again..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with raw need. "Let me wash off that scent of another woman from you, leaving only mine..."