I see your hand tighten on the towel knot.— Am I attractive to you, Kim?The question hits me hard in the chest. I feel the impact on my legs. I think it would be a great idea to sit down before I fall, but if I sit down then it will be harder to leave.I clear my throat.I can't answer that directly. It would be too embarrassing.— I think your queen-...— I want to know about you — Miguel cuts me off. — Tell me, Kim. I see how you look at my body. Is it curiosity, as you have no experience with males, or is it something else?He waits.I feel my chest rising and falling with my breathing too fast and I try to calm down.I don't need to answer that.I dont need.— It's curiosity — I blurt out before I can stop myself.Miguel remains silent for a long, long time.I can't read your expression.He seems angry and at the same time...— Let me satisfy you — he asks hoarsely.— W-What?— Your curiosity. Let me satisfy you — she proposes.I would never do that, I think as my body obeys, an
In the following days, when I go out to take a shower, I notice that the guards at the doors of our room are different. I don't know why I notice that. I don't usually notice, but for some reason I notice that they are not the same young wolves as always, but others, older, with beards and angry expressions beneath their dark wooden masks.That's the first sign.The second is the smell and the heat, and it takes me a while to recognize both.The Tarus fortress is not very cold, or I adapted quickly to its temperature. However, on those days it suddenly feels almost scalding hot.The dress sticks to my skin because of the sweat. The smell in the air is sweet and citrusy, and when I remember where I know him I feel a chill: it's the smell of that aphrodisiac flower that is in the dassbat. Why is your smell everywhere?- What's? — Arina asks, perhaps noticing my troubled expression.I start to question her about smelling the smell and the heat when the Iberiis order us to go back into th
I can even see little ice pebbles in the water as we bathe.Arina is clearly more relaxed in the cold water, and so am I.The restlessness is gone.I feel good again.This is what I notice in the cannis females that surround us.There are at least five dozen of them here with us in the bathing rooms. Reeina said that they occupy the most diverse positions in the fortress. They are scholars, auri fens, engineers, tzauris. They talk to each other, and I notice that they try to stay submerged with as much of their body as they can, for as long as possible.The feeling of being among so many women takes me back to my times on the Island of the Goddess, with my Sisters.I think Arina thinks the same when I see her looking around.An intense feminine energy flows around us. It's calm, familiar. There is no auri fen serving anyone today. They are in the water too. In the corner, near the door, there is a large table with refreshing food and drinks, and everyone can go there and serve themsel
I sleep too much, and when I wake up I'm alone in the bed I share with Arina.My first thought is toward fear.Where is she? Where is she?But I feel calmer when I see Reeina sitting on the floor, sewing among a hundred strips of fabric, distracted.Fen would never have been so calm if something had happened to Arina.The two developed a loyal friendship that sometimes makes me jealous.Reeina looks up from her seams as soon as she sees me sit on the bed.— Oh, Lyn Kim. I'm glad you woke up. Would you like to have your meal now?I can't help but notice that she looks much better compared to the previous days.— No, Reeina. I am fine. Where is Arina?— Lyn Arina asked me to take her to the cold baths as soon as she woke up. She didn't want to disturb her sleep. You can join her if-… A loud knock on the door startles us both.We look at each other for a second before Reeina stands and leaves her seam to go open.I'm still in bed when I get this almost disturbing feeling in my legs, even
I tighten my arms around myself.I think I look guilty enough. I don't need to answer.He breathes out through his nose.I don't look up.I don't want to see your face.I'm feeling quite ashamed of myself. I don't need any more encouragement.— I imagine that what I'm going through isn't even half of what the women of your people go through every year — I try to joke about it, but it comes out very strange.I curl up tighter against the fireplace wall, feeling small, unhappy, and too uncomfortable.— You must leave, Miguel — I insist. — You can't stay here near so many females in this state.When his silence continues, I look up.The wolf is looking at me and I can't read his expression. He seems very angry, but somehow curious.I see him swallow hard, making some inner decision that I have no part in.— Are you… suffering…? — he asks softly.The irritation in his voice was gone.It's so soft and gentle that I barely recognize it and after all, when I resume any coherent thought it's
I just want you not to stop what you were going to do.— Look at me — he asks hoarsely, in a tone that leaves me completely shivering with desire. — Look at me and I'll know I'm not hurting you.I nod, so does the wolf, so it's as if some kind of deal was reached between us.His hand returns to my leg.It takes all my willpower not to close my eyes.I bite my lips, look at his wounded ones, and have the almost irresistible urge to lick them, but I stay where I am. I squeeze the sheets with my hands and spread my legs further apart.Miguel's hand finds my sacred parts.The brushing is hard, a little clumsy, and yet delicious.He runs his knuckles through the soft, wet, warm folds, and we make similar noises. Our faces very close.I push my hips up against his hand and get even better friction.I think I'm smiling. I feel smiling.The relief is like a cool breeze in my belly.It's delicious.I definitely liked that.- Like this? — Miguel asks low and hoarse, with his deep voice that mak
It is assumed that now, under any circumstances, Michael's body is forbidden to anyone other than his queen. Reeina has said it a million times. The fen don't even look at him directly. Well, no servants look. Even the tzauri look down on him as he passes. That means I shouldn't have opened my legs and my sacred parts to him. And I did that. Worse; I want to do it again, as it's barely gone before my discomfort returns.The relief was only momentary.I'm even more restless than Arina, who only had cold baths and tea.The baths are closed. All the ice water is gone again. So I alleviate part of my suffering with so much tea that at dinner time I'm not hungry. I'm full and irritated because my sacred parts ache in waves now, like a pulse.I glance at Arina, who seems relaxed reading in the armchair, sitting on her legs.— Has your discomfort gone?It takes her a moment to look up from the book, distracted.- Well, yes. I feel better.Is this due to the cold shower... or is heat like an
It's better to speak quickly and end the matter.— I couldn't allow you or your wolves to kill me — I begin. — The Goddess only allows her Daughters to go to her white fields if they die by her own hands or by the hands of another Daughter. When our island was invaded by your-... — I bite my lip, wondering if I should continue blaming him for this. — When wolves invaded our island, my Sisters ate poisonous seeds to prevent our power from falling back into the hands of men. I thought only I was left. I had to take my own life to join them. I couldn't allow you or anyone else to kill me. That's why I didn't tell him I didn't have powers. If I told you, you would kill me.— No — Miguel says simply.His eyes never leave mine as he speaks.— You had saved my life. I would never hurt her. If I had known she had no powers, I would have found some way to reward and protect her. I kept it because I needed its power. Without that there would be no reason to arrest you, Kim.My face falls. I fee
My chest hurts.My entire body hurts.I cannot conceive the idea that Miguel will, of his own free will, die for his people, instead of staying with me.He prefers death. The honor. The duty.I prefer love, and that's why a part of me will die when it's gone.— We have gold — Arina says suddenly with her lips pressed to my forehead. — Let's help them. Let's help the Wolf King and Prince Azerai take back the throne.— Arina, don’t talk nonsense…—Their army is within the walls of Tarus'dei, is it not? — she continues, inflamed by a determination I don't know. — Let's help them get there. There must be a chance. At least a chance to win. It is not?— Arina, all the wolves are against them...— And the people of the continent?We stared at each other in silence for a long moment, mentally debating the possibilities.Is it possible that there is any hope?— This is insane! — Azerai doesn't even bother to hide his offensive tone of voice, and is looking at me. — The people of Agreis would
— Is there a need for a reason to cause harm to another, Kim?I bite my lips.Miguel looks away. To the sea.His expression is a mystery to me, but I imagine how he must be feeling; betrayed, furious, unhappy. He barely had time to be king to his people before they unfairly took that away from him.I would like to hug him, but I just stand there next to him, my hands nervous, not knowing what to do.— The Great Houses consider the people of the continent inferior. The causes of our exile. I heard that a million times growing up — Miguel says. — Many wolves think they must die to pay for the sins of their ancestors. It was a grudge nurtured by our kings over the centuries.— Did your father believe that too?There is a long hesitation before responding.- He believed. For a long time. But he got here and didn't find the monsters he imagined. They were just… people. Like us. He wrote this in letters to me over the years. He wanted me to forget my grudge and be a king different from the
An hour passes and nothing happens.Then two and three.Arina looks out the window of our cabin all the time, trying to see something, anything, but there is nothing, just the angry sea, full of threatening ice shards the size of ships.Is our idea really good?Dock, go down to the mainland and from there try to reach Pontis Maari?The wolves would be idiots if they didn't have soldiers on land too, waiting for us. Arina and I are small women. Of course, we have white hair and that attracts attention, but a good thick fabric cap would solve the problem. But Miguel and Azerai? They are big wolves. Much larger than common iberiis. This is not easy to disguise. A wolf with one red eye and one with gold eyes? Yes, they would go unnoticed very easily…I know that the Great Houses were trying to reach the throne of the Tarus before. I know it. But I can't help but suffer knowing that I was the trigger. Without me they would have nothing against Mig.Oh, Mother. Protect us.I don't know if p
I tilt my face and kiss her wrist reverently.My Wolf King...— No — he pulls my face back, realizing what I'm doing. - No…We kiss as Miguel possesses my body for the last time.Our lips tremble.I can not stop crying.He cums in silence. Without blinking. His blood red eye stuck in mine. His hips push me against the wooden floor and I feel him filling me inside. The hot, thick jets, the smell of spices and the sea, running down my legs, wetting the tunic beneath me.I'm the first to look away, push away the hand that holds my face.Miguel walks away.I sit down and try to tidy up the destroyed clothes.He stays behind me.I see the movements in my peripheral vision and I guess that he is fastening his pants, his belt.He finished.His seed covers my legs. My body shudders with pleasure as I see the remains of what we did still on me. My pussy pulses like it wants some more. As if I want him back, even though I'm sore from the ferocity with which he took me.— This will be the last t
When we board the ship it is almost lunch time. I don't know exactly how many boxes were shipped with books, but seventeen of them are full of gold that was taken from our Mothers' secret room. Everything that wasn't secured in some way was boxed up. The rest will be picked up later.We were lucky that the ship was returning empty to Agreis after its business trip to the Salt Walls. Now its holds are cluttered with books and gold. Arina and I remain silent.I don't know what she thinks, but I believe there shouldn't be silence and reflection between us. We have gold to be free. We don't even need to go back to Tarus'dei. No one can force us to go. We can ask the ship to dock anywhere on the coast and go live our lives. People on the mainland don't know us. We can use the gold to hire a guard, buy a house. Never see wolves again in my life.But I don't say anything. Neither does she.We eat meals together, then I go down to the ship's hold and read as many books as I can.Sailors don't
We dressed in silence. Each with their own thoughts. And by looking at Miguel's distraught face I can get the idea that his thoughts are even more chaotic than mine.Was your mother a Servant of the Goddess?How is this possible?That's not possible.It is not.He is mistaken...You have to be mistaken.We returned together to the tower through the front door. We go side by side, but still in silence.I need to talk to Arina.Sleep plans were cancelled. There is no possibility of sleeping a wink with this new information before us.Azerai is near the kitchen door, talking to the Iberii. He looks at us and his gold eyes narrow in irritation, but he doesn't say anything. Miguel makes a gesture with his face and he moves away from the guards.I don't look back.I push open the kitchen door and call for Arina.She's at the sink, washing the pots and dishes from dinner, and when she looks up and sees me, her relaxed expression cools.- And now? — he asks softly.Before I can speak the door
There is a silent climb to the upper floors. Each one entangled in their own thoughts. I don't know what's going on in each of their heads, but in mine there is absolute disbelief.Am I the reincarnation of our Mother Goddess? Mirsai?If that were true, I'm supposed to be special in some way, right? I don't feel special. I don't feel any different knowing these things. I'm just myself still. Same Kim as always. Maybe a little more tired and beaten down by the events of the last few days, but definitely myself.I still don't know exactly what my place is in this world. I don't know what I'll do tomorrow. Or today.Arina and I go to the kitchen and get busy preparing the last meal of the day. Miguel and Azerai leave together, talking quietly to each other. The Iberiis are nowhere to be seen, and I try, if only for the last minute, not to think about anything we've just discovered.**We ate bread, fried vegetables, and meat from the deer that Miguel hunted and Azerai cooked over a fire
— Are you saying that our Mother Goddess is… somehow… a goddess of your culture? — my Sister frowns at the Prince, almost offended.I understand your irritation. We had very strict discipline over our Mother Goddess and what this wolf says actually seems like a type of blasphemy, but I place a hand on my Sister's arm and ask her for patience with a look.Let's let these wolves talk.— I think it's worth going deeper into this — Azerai continues. — Maybe it will enlighten us about the prophecy and everything else.I nod.Arina maintains her irritated expression.— Do you have any paintings or drawings of your Goddess? — Miguel asks more politely. — If she looks like any of our cannis goddesses, I'll recognize her.Lightning passes through me.A hundred memories hitting me hard.Oh no…— You said I look like your goddess of lust — I murmur hoarsely, unaware of my next voice.Miguel looks at me for the first time in the last few hours, and his red eye opens wider with surprise, understan
— This one — I show Arina the forecast as soon as we sit together on the floor.Miguel and Azerai approach, but only the Wolf King seems interested in what we say. The Prince stands closer to the door, like a guard.My Sister tilts her delicate face to read, but it doesn't take long.- What does that mean? "Party power"?I shrug.— And this "wolf in the sky" thing?I shake my face.- I don't know-...- What did you say? — Miguel extends his hand so I can pass him the tome with the prediction.I casually look for his gaze, but he denies it. He's focused on the book, his brow furrowed in question.— I think it's related to the other prophecy — I say to Arina. — Our Sisters predicted the arrival of wolves on our beaches long before it happened. Ceisa wasn't the only one to see them coming.A brief expression of disgust crosses Arina's face, but she shakes it off with a deep breath. She opens her mouth, but Miguel talks over her.— This is a prediction from my people.We all looked at him