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The Last Confessor Season 2 Episode 18


The Last Confessor Season 2 Episode 18

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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“You didn’t even spent up to a week there Debby. Even after all I thought you, is this what you intended to bring to me – shame and embarrassment?” King Smith yelled angrily at princess Debby. It was actually the first time he was raising his voice at her.
He had traveled to London for an urgent meeting and he had just returned after two months of being away, only to see princess Debby at the palace, not married; back to being single.

“I’m sorry uncle. I just wanted to get rid of the confessor by all means. I didn’t know the king cared so much about her. I just didn’t want anyone in the way between the king and I.
I saw her as a threat and I wanted to get rid of her.” Princess Debby sniffed in sadly and wiped her tears.

“Really? Did I teach you any of that huh?” The king groaned out and ran his hand through his hair exasperatingly.

“Just leave okay? Just seeing you is gonna make me so pissed at you, so just leave.” King Smith grunted.

Princess Debby bowed her head and ran out of the king’s chamber in tears.
She was badly hurt. Her uncle had trusted her so much to tame the king’s heart but she had let him down.

**************

“Tabitha?” Isabelle called out lowly as she tried to listen if she could hear the voice again and probably trace it and find it’s owner.
She could swear that it was Tabitha’s voice but the most confusing part was that, Tabitha has been dead for months now.

But the voice…even in her sleep, she would still be able to identify that voice as hers, anytime and anywhere.

As she tried to walk further, she felt a hand grip her by her forearm. She shuddered in fright but she relaxed when she inhaled the king’s smell.
This particular aura that hovers around him anytime he’s near her.

“I thought you wanted to use the bathroom?” The king groaned.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I just got carried away.” She sighed softly.

“I’ll take you there.” The king said and before she could protest, he was already pulling her gently towards the direction of the bathroom.

*
“Are you okay?” King Ceasar asked worriedly as he stared at Isabelle who wouldn’t stop groaning.
“I’m not. My back hurts a lot. I just wanna go to my room and sleep.” Isabelle mouthed tiredly.
“Alright. We’d soon be on our way home. Just exercise a little more patient.” He said.

The party ended quite well and they all dispersed to their various kingdoms.

As they rode on the carriage home, Isabelle rested her head gently on the king’s shoulder.
“You can go ahead and sleep.” The king stroked her hair gently.
“Thank you my king.” She exhaled deeply and closed her heavy eyelids.
As the king watched her sleep, he moved his hand toward her bump and caressed it gently.
A life was growing inside of her?
A life they both made together?
A small smile curved on his lips and caressed the baby bump gently.

Isabelle slept soundly throughout the ride back to the palace which was quite a long journey.

******
As days flew by, Isabelle and the king grew more fond of each other. He wasn’t this frowning and wicked king she knew before – he was caring and sweet towards her.
She didn’t know how, but she found herself falling helplessly in love with the king.
She didn’t know if it was right but she just couldn’t stop herself from falling in love with him.
She couldn’t help it.

*
“Do you mind?” The king asked softly, pointing at her shirt that few buttons were already out, as he laid lightly – not putting his whole weight on her.
Isabelle got the signal and she nodded her head shyly. The king has never taken permission to have sex with her but today, he was asking her, in a gentle manner.

Two months ago when he found out that she was pregnant, he hasn’t had sex with her but they’ve smooched and that was all.
The king hadn’t moved any further. He was afraid of hurting her and her unborn child.
“I’ll be gentle okay?” He kissed her lips tentatively with a small smile. She nodded her head and smiled reassuringly at him.

Slowly, he pulled off her clothes – something he has never done before. He undressed her carefully and gently until she was nude underneath him. His probing member touch her thighs and it made her shiver.

Just as much as the king craved for her, that’s how much she wants the King inside of her. Strangely enough, she missed those feelings.
She missed moaning and screaming out her lungs.
The king undressed himself too.
His hand caressed her baby bump and be placed a soft kiss on her belly.

He trailed kisses over her body and bit the hollows of her neck, leaving hickeys on her neck. He took her lips in his and kissed her fully and passionately.

*
The king moved in and out slowly like he was afraid of hurting her. Isabelle moaned helplessly as he drilled her, but he was extremely careful and Isabelle couldn’t love this man any less.

******
King Ceasar decided to visit a fellow king, that he hasn’t seen in almost a year. Their kingdoms are miles apart and it takes hours to get to his kingdom.

King Mustaphar, king of Og kingdom had anyways, attended the royal party but he didn’t really talk with king Ceasar since they were both busy.

King Ceasar decided to take Isabelle along with him. He finds it really good to take Isabelle anywhere he’s going.
“Are you sure you’d be okay? I don’t want you stressing out baby.” The king asked.
“I’ll be fine my king.” Isabelle insisted. King Ceasar had wanted to change his mind not to take Isabelle because of her condition, but she insisted on going.

“Alright, if you say so.” The king sighed.
“I say so.” Isabelle winked at him.

*
“Long time.” King Mustaphar hailed the king as he walked into his chamber.
“King Mustaphar the great.” King Ceasar smiled lightly.
They both sat down after exchanging pleasantries.
“Wow! Who’s this young beautiful lady? She’s so pretty.” King Mustaphar smacked his lips as he stared lustfully at Isabelle who felt rather uncomfortable.

“Pervert.” Isabelle muttered under her breath.

“She’s someone you shouldn’t know Mustaphar.” King Ceasar glowered at him, signaling him to back off.

“Calm down Ceasar, I mean no harm. I was just trying to admire this beautiful goddess next to you.” He laughed and did his hand in a surrender like way.
“Better.” King Ceasar said.

*******
“How many times have the king warned you never to try to escape huh? What the hell is f*cking wrong you, you f*cking c*nt!” A manly voice cussed loudly.

Isabelle stopped on her track and strained her ears to listen.
She had heard Tabitha’s voice again and she was dam too curious. What exactly was wrong with her?
Why was she suddenly hearing her supposed dead sister’s voice?

“You even tried to escape at the party huh? Such temerity.” The voice which sounded so cold yelled again.

Isabelle hid behind a pillar when she heard the door open and close and a guard walked out of a room.

Isabelle was just walking around while king Ceasar and king Mustaphar discussed.

With so much curiosity, she too toed quietly and looked around to see if anyone was coming but she couldn’t find anyone.

She got to the room and peeped through the key hole and found a girl, she couldn’t see clearly, on the bed. She decided to see if the door would open and luckily for her, it wasn’t locked and do, it opened and she walked in gently.
The room was pitched dark and a girl was lying face down on the bed crying.
Suddenly, the girl turned and their eyes met.

Wait! What?
She couldn’t be possibly dreaming right?
“Isabelle?”
“Tabitha?”

And in a swift moment, the two sisters were hugging the hell out of each other,forgetting their condition, with tears of joy in their eyes.

“Tabitha… Tabitha…” Isabelle couldn’t to chant as she wept harder, hugging her so tightly like she would never let her go.

*
TBC………….😍💋💖

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