It seemed impossible but we finally found a table at a slightly secluded part of the hall. Medium sized round tables were scattered around the hall. The lighting in the hall is dim enough to not hurt our eyes but still allows clear vision and the smell of the various meals on display is enough to take my mind off my troubles for a second. It would have been perfect if not for the obvious glares being directed my way. The murmurs and stares are starting to get on my nerves. Two women dressed in dinner gowns that left little to the imagination, saunters by our table and stops behind us. "She's the one?" One of them asks."Yes. According to what I heard from Elizabeth, she and the king shared a passionate stare. He even blew her a kiss," the other woman exclaims in a wounded tone. The first woman gasps loudly. "That is so unlike anything I've heard about his Majesty. I mean..how…" She sputters, "She's not anything special. So bland and too plain. She's even stuffing her face like
King Lucius seems to conclude his discussion with his aide and turns to look straight at me and walks towards me. He doesn't take his eyes off me and I do the same to him, the room fading away with the intensity of his glare until he is about two feet in front of me. I don't know if it's my shitty luck or the moon gods know of my plan to annihilate their favorite creation but the King suddenly taking interest in me cannot be a coincidence. On the other hand, this can work in my favor and bring me a step closer to my purpose but then if something happens to him, I would be the number one suspect since everyone has already seen us together. During the night of the festival of seasons when the king takes a maiden into his chambers, their faces are covered so that they wouldn't find some fairytale status out of bedding the king. I was counting on that but this unexpected turn has thrown it all to hell. "Hello beautiful," He says, looking so deeply into my eyes I fear he could see my
"I almost came on myself when he whispered those words in my ear. He's like some kind of sex God," Sarah moans, squirming in her chair and I have to force down the urge to roll my eyes. She's been going at it ever since she made her way back to our table after the dance ended. The prospect of being with someone you danced with on the festival night is very high so i can understand her excitement. Richard has been attentive to her ramblings while my attention is on someone who isn't even here and might never meet me again. I scoff internally; who am I kidding? He made his intentions very clear and I'm just anxious that my plans might actually come to fruition this time. My nerves are all over the place. I feel Richard take my hand in his from under the table and squeeze. The act sort of grounds me and i take a breath, deciding to focus on something else. Like my sister's love life for example. Sarah notices the interaction and her eyebrows draw together in concern. "Are you feelin
It is the day of the festival and I am absolutely terrified. I'm beginning to regret my decision; I should have thought this through. I mean how could I even trust that anything good would come out of this. This is where I draw the line; this is madness. "You look absolutely gorgeous. Like a sexy goddess whose rightful place is by her king," Sarah exclaims, placing the back of her palm on her forehead and the other on her chest.I overlook her dramatic display, too busy blushing at the outfit that this little devil coaxed me into wearing. Allowing her to pick my outfit for the night was a most horrible idea. She kept saying that what I wore last time was too old fashioned; It covered too much she said. Well this one covers nothing. "Sarah, i might as well be naked." I grit out, eyes glued to the image of the person in the mirror that is certainly not me. This delicate thing she calls a dress is made entirely of elastic black mesh. The only covering is to my nipples and vagina. Th
I walk through the door and as expected, five other women are inside the dimly lit room. Three of them turn towards me as I step into the room while the rest pay me no mind. The only source of lighting being a small chandelier that is clearly on its lowest setting. There are sofas provided for our comfort and a bar, presumably to soothe our nerves. The women are strewn over the sofas in a lackadaisical manner, all with a glass in hand; well at least the three that are currently staring at me. The remaining two are on their feet; one is pacing and the other is standing still, staring at the door opposite the entrance which we would walk out of in a few minutes. One of the three women throws her head back and chuckles in a mocking manner. "The Eirene Clan has to be extremely shameless for them to send the same person again." "The term 'once bitten twice shy' clearly doesn't apply to them." Another woman quips."I heard that last time she wore some kind of dinner gown. Like a virgin
You know that feeling where a part of your body aches so deliciously, it throbs with a want, a need to soothe it that is almost as overwhelming as it is frightening. Like you didn't know you needed something until it was right in front of you; you get a taste and then it's like you can't live without it. That feeling is all I know as he lifts his hand to my chin, grabs it in a forceful manner and tilts my face upwards until our lips are less than an inch apart. "Do you accept?" He whispers, his lips brushing against my lips with every word and the warmth in my lower regions increases with each caress. He is so close. We're less than two feet apart and I can't think straight with his scent taking up all the air in my lungs. I breathe slowly and in shallow breaths, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Your majesty…." I take a small step back to put some space between us. In less than a second, I am pressed up completely against his broad chest, his hand burns a hole throug
Swiftly, before I could register any sense of embarrassment, he lifts a hand and takes a nipple in between his fingers. "Oh," I cry out in surprise more than anything else. He squeezes it and rolls it between his fingers as if testing the texture. "Ahng…" I moan and gasp at the shocking sensation it sends straight to my core. He continues to drive me out of my ever loving mind, he leans down and starts to place small kisses from my cheeks to my neck, a gentle contrast to the almost painful hold on my nipple. He's not even actually touching it but I'm already about to combust. I place my arms around his neck to steady myself, absentmindedly playing with the hair at the back of his head. "Do you accept, Kitten?" He asks again, his hot breath causing the hairs on my neck to stand. "Yes," I whisper, finding the question a bit absurd since this is the exact reason I'm here. He starts to mix in small bites and soothing kisses all over my neck, each nip going straight south; the moistne
Xavier's POVIt's basically a fuck fest. "That's my queue." Lucius turns without another word and climbs down the stage and practically runs through the clearing, disappearing into the forest of trees. The horny fucker, probably in a hurry to get to his pure *rose* as he so romantically calls her. For someone so powerful, he really takes his time to go after what he wants. It took me years of constant nagging and emotional blackmail for him to finally own up to being enchanted by the little damsel. Maya Lancroff, the mysterious enigma of the Eirene Clan had managed to capture the full attention of the Lycan king four years ago. Of course I don't refer to him that way unless publicly; he's like a brother to me. That's a story for another day. I scan the crowd of lust filled lycans going at it like the world would end tomorrow in search of my captor. Her golden hair always makes her stand out and it takes me no time to seek her out, standing beside a tree at the edge of the clearin
Xavier's POV"May!" The siblings yell in terror as my beloved rushed towards them, her heart rate increasing at a frightening pace. "Bring water!" They splash water on her face but she doesn't budge. "May?!" Richard yells, eyes wide in panic and lightly taps on her cheek. Sarah puts her ear to Maya's chest and sighs in relief. "She's alive." "Of course she's alive. I can hear her breathing. Don't say such things." Richard snaps at her, making me frown but she only humphs. "I didn't mean it like that. Come on and lay her down."He complies and gently carries her to the only couch in the sitting room. Sarah starts to pace as she twists her hands together, a clear sign of frayed nerves. "She's been in bed since this morning and now this? What if she's ill? Maybe that's the reason she's been in bed all week. She's sick but doesn't want us to know. No wonder she had been upset when I suddenly started assuming…""I didn't know all this was happening. When were you planning on letting
"Are you really okay? You're rubbing your stomach. Does it hurt? Don't lie to me, May," Richard demands with a worried frown. His body is tense because of the presence of a powerful Lycan in the house and the thought that he might not be able to protect us if it calls for him. "Calm down, Richard. I'm fine and so is Sarah." I reply even as dread fills me after I belatedly remove my hand from my stomach. "We don't know that," he hisses through clenched teeth, making me roll my eyes and look towards the kitchen. I can't see them but I can clearly hear smooching sounds and only hope they go no further than that. Judging from my brother's twisted expression, he can hear it too. Thankfully, they emerge from the kitchen in one piece except for swollen lips and poorly straightened clothes. "There's some lipstick here." I point to the corner of my lips and Sarah's cheeks explode with color as Xavier reaches up to clean his mouth. There's some on his neck too but no one else seems to not
"Are you okay?" What?They both rush to my aid but I wave them aside; the shocking possibility now at the forefront of my mind. "Maya?" Richard rubs my shoulders while Sarah stands beside me, obviously panicking for absolutely no reason. I should be the one on the verge of an existential breakdown. "I'm fine, I just ate too fast that's all." I drop the fork I had been using, pick up the glass of water with both hands and proceed to nurse on it. A child can't be growing inside of me. I cannot be pregnant, it's impossible. I mean we forgot to use protection in the heat of it but I'm on birth control so it's not possible. My breathing becomes a little easier at the relieving thought. My luck cannot be that bad. "Okay, if you say so. You haven't eaten anything since this morning so it's no wonder," Sarah mumbles and walks back to the kitchen. "Richie, come help me with the food. May, you might as well set the table." Richard and I make eye contact and snort at her bossy tone. She r
"When will Richard be back?" I ask my sister turned nagging witch. The faster he gets back, the sooner she finds someone else to pester. "In an hour or so but we're not talking about him. I'm worried about you, May." She has been sitting at my feet, on the bed and yapping on about how strange I've been behaving for however long. I'm not really listening. "Well don't be, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just resting." "Are you sure you're okay?" Sarah asks for what is probably the millionth time and again I reply."Don't you have something better to do?" She pouts and makes puppy eyes at me, making me roll my eyes. "Just because today is my off day from work doesn't mean you get to pester me." She scoots closer to me, causing the bed to bounce a bit and a slight wave of nausea washes over me. "But you've been in bed all day. You haven't eaten anything today and it's almost lunch time. You're also being meaner than usual." I scoff. "I'm always mean as you so kindly put it. What you call m
Judging from the illuminous rays of the sun shining through the curtains and covering the room in it's warm glow, I'd say the day is in full swing which means my departure is imminent. We've been tangled in the sheets for some time now but neither one of us wants to detach from the rejuvenating cuddle we somehow fell into. The circular motion of his hand on my back seems like an unconscious movement but relieving nonetheless. My head is lying on his chest as I trace a swirly pattern around his areola; his breathing makes his chest move up and down in a rhythm I like very much. It is well into the morning already and I was only meant to stay here for the night and leave early this morning but I guess we got carried away; the copulation of our bodies something so incredible, we couldn't resist indulging ourselves for so long; but the inevitable is near. I take a deep breath, knowing that what I'm about to say will not bode well with him but it is for the best. My thoughts are a bit
He hasn't looked at me since we started eating and knowing he is upset with me makes it hard to stomach any food despite its pleasing scent and taste. "Is the food not to your liking?" He asks without looking at me, his attention is focused on the steak he is currently cutting up in a way that lets me know he's intentionally ignoring me. I shift my very exposed derriere on the bed; the back of the shorts had since ridden up and disappeared. "I'm not particularly hungry," I reply quietly; the omelet I've been tossing around looks unappetizing in the face of his passive anger. He hums and forks a rather huge piece of steak into his mouth. I let out a dejected sigh as he goes back to ignoring me. The only sounds in the room are his quiet chewing and my utensils clanging against each other. A fork with a small piece of chicken on it appears in front of my face, making me look up in mild surprise. His hand is paused in midair and nudges the fork against my lips, smearing some of the s
"You forgot your lipstick." He kisses my forehead and goes to pick the lip balm from the bed. My heart stops for a full second and starts up again in pace so fast, a hummingbird would be jealous. Seeing the balm in his hand fills me with dread and an aching hurt that spreads through my whole body. I have to remind myself to breathe as he walks towards me with the weapon of his destruction. I'm too busy panicking to notice the calculative look in his eyes. "You know, we haven't talked about what happened in the bathroom and where you had run off to after you left me?" He comes to stand in front of me and narrows his eyes; my breathing stops completely. "Why is your heart beating so fast? I already said I would never hurt you. Are you afraid of me still?" I open my mouth to reply but the sight of that thing in his hand is scrambling my thoughts. "Uuh.. Umm.." I swallow and make a show of rubbing my throat. "My throat is a little sore." He already gave me an excuse so I'll just go wi
I end up sitting on the bed in nothing but a soft fluffy robe because there is no way in hell that I am putting that thing on. I'm going to take much pleasure in ending him; does he think I'm some kind of brothel whore?! Cotton booty shorts and a lacy bikini top is not my style or anything I have ever imagined myself wearing. The nightgown was a first and I'd rather not add another to the list. A few minutes pass by and I use them to steady myself. I remove the box from my pocket and lift up the lid. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and draw in almost immediately in confusion. A lip balm is the least of my expectations and somehow a total letdown. It's even placed on a soft red cute little cushion. Talk about over kill. I lift it out of the container and turn it left and right; looking for any special engraving but I find absolutely nothing of that sort. The witch had told me that whatever she was in the box wouldn't kill the king immediately since he is too powerful. Instead, it
The swish of the loofah against his skin as the water drips from it and splashes into the tub lets me know he's still washing. I've got to make this quick. Standing on the tip of my toes, I walk out of the room with bated breath; my eyes on the bathroom door until I'm out of the room and into the dark passage. It's a straight road down so it's easy to navigate but then here comes the hard part. It's like a dead end; there's no lever or button or anything that looks like it could be used to move the wall just as Lucius had done. I started to pat the wall in random places as fast and quietly as I could. A particular place felt loose as I ran my hand over it and I pressed on the spot harder, causing the wall to open soundlessly. The inconspicuousness of the king's chambers is to my advantage. The room is dark; all the lights were off which didn't deter me in the slightest. Even if I didn't have night vision, I can use my other senses to find my way and that is what I did since it's m