Noctis
“I’ve never seen Katala looking mad,” murmured Kun, scratching his head while he paced the stables. I gave him a leveled look while Aros patted my shoulder. We were still trying to understand what had just happened. Or better yet, I was still trying not to kill Baltus with my bare hands while the old man played with his thick beard, lost in his thoughts.
Another servant came to check on us and offer us food but we were all too riled up to even answer. I was too angry to speak. And against any logic, I still had a hard c**k after Katala had shown me how beautiful she looked when she got mad at me. Cold as ice, dignified by her pride and queenly. She was so little and yet so strong. I’d wanted nothing else but to rut her right there and then after she had slapped me. The onl
