warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature, because of the following reasons; explicit sexual scenes, sensual content and mature language.[ IN WHICH SHE IS OWNED BY HER KING ] With the blindfold on, I can't see a thing. Only feel. “Why were you sad?” I hear Sin speak as he parts my thighs, exposing my cunt. “I do not like it whenever a frown is on that pretty face of yours.” He runs an experienced finger down the smooth, damp skin leading to my opening. God, help me. I begin to pant as his touch makes the minute hairs on my skin stand up. His touch sends electricity to every nerve in my body and jolts them awake. Honestly, I have missed the way his fingers felt on my skin; I honestly can’t imagine how I managed to abstain from him this long. “Sorry, I made you sad, sweetheart.” He apologizes in an innocent voice, but there is a huge juxtaposition between everything he does and the tone in his voice. He lightly dances the pad of his finger against my pulsing clit,
[ IN WHICH SHE HEARS VOICES ] ... [the sky starts to drip with blood from the moment i wake up] ... My eyes snap open at the sound of the husky, female voice. Panting with sweat beads on my forehead, I search around the room for someone, but I find out that I am all alone in the room. If I hadn't heard the voice clearly in my head, I would have thought that I was truly alone in the room. But I heard the echoes in my head and ears. And it means that I am not alone in the room. Someone is with me. I can feel an unsettling presence floating around me. On the massive bed, I snap my head to the curtains. I can feel the unsettling presence lurking behind the curtains, staring at me. Quickly, I snap my head to the wardrobe, and I can feel it —whatever it is— I can feel that it will pop out of the wardrobe any second. That which I cannot see haunts me, getting me paranoid. My pulse rises, and my heart begins to beat faster. Its aura is menacing, troubling and there is something definitely
[ IN WHCH SHE MEETS A NEW THREAT ] The leaves rustle against each other, motioned by the wind. The gentle swishing sounds reach my ears, reminding me of the essence of nature – the essence of the beautiful things that surround me. As I walk down the path where trees have been lined up on each sides, the muffled sound of leaves envelopes me. With how serene and calm the environment is, it promises that today will be a good day for me, despite the day starting off with negative affirmations in my head. Currently, I am outside of the Palace walls. I can’t call the Grand Alkhemi a Mansion anymore, for the King and Queen resides in it. It is a Palace. Our palace. The wind picks up, and I know the reason for this. The wind acknowledges the presence of Sin. The King. “Good morning, my queen.” I look ahead of me. Right there in the massive fields of grasses, Sin is stood there with two white horses behind him. With a gentle, excited smile on my face, I walk towards him, and the leaves fa
warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature. viewer discretion is advised.[ IN WHICH SHE IS FACED WITH A THREAT ] (a few hours before she spots the threat) The unique smell of horses reach my nostrils as I inch closer to the white horse that the King has prepared for me. Still at the King's Mansion, I brace myself to settle on the tall animal. The horse has been groomed, tacked up and warmed up also. So, I proceed with assurance that I wouldn't get kicked off the horse and get myself injured. Sin stands behind me, as his hands guide me up gently, only letting go once I have straddled both legs on the horse's back. The feel of the leather saddle on my butt makes me a little uncomfortable, so I adjust myself until it feels soothing. I have heard that smells from horses can stay with a person for a very long time. And I'm sure after the ride around the Kingdom, Sin and I will smell like nothing, but horses. But despite this, I don't see this as a bad thing— it just
[ IN WHICH SHE DISCOVERS THE NEW THREATS ] My eyes slowly peel open and light floods in. For the first few seconds, I blink rapidly, trying my best to get used to the feeling of being awake. My head throbs, making me aware that I have pushed myself to the limit; exhausted myself beyond how my body would like. Who knows how long I have been unconscious for and how many dead souls made it through the gate? With my eyes partly opened, I notice a few things.The first things I recognize is a white ceiling, and with heavy eyes, I move my head to see several artifacts and then, my eyes spot golden curtains that block the light rays from seeping in. But what my eyes do not spot is a human sitting beside me on the bed. "You are up." My heart rate picks up at the sudden sound of a female's voice. I snap my eyes to the left to see a woman sitting beside me on the bed; a strange woman; a woman I have never seen before. Startled, I jerk up from the mattress, hurriedly moving away from her.
[ IN WHICH SHE HEARS THE UGLY TRUTH ] The space between my brows furrow. “What do you mean? What is this? How is this possible?” I shake my head as the questions fly out of my mouth. It is all so confusing that my head starts to hurt, trying to absorb his words. “I am being honest with you,” Sin calmly says. I sit up, propping my elbows on the bed. “Seven deadly sins.” My eyes slowly move towards them. With so much curiosity and uncertainty in my brown eyes, I assess them and every slight movements they make. While watching them, I realize they all have one thing in common, and that is beauty. Beauty that has never been seen by humankind. I guess Jacqueline still stands correct when she said: "Why do you think the most beautiful people have the most wicked hearts?" Asides from this, there's another physical trait that ties them together; they are all tall with perfect bodies, and symmetrical faces. The same way Sin appears in the mere human eye. But one of the seven looks a little
[ IN WHICH SHE IS BITTER ] Every story has a protagonist, and also an antagonist— whom everyone refers to as the villain. However, in my story, I am unsure who holds the position of the protagonist and the antagonist. Even those that are expected to hold it, seem like they don't deserve it. I may be the heroine; the chief female character, since this is the story of my life, but I am not entirely sure about being a heroine. Because what sort of heroine has this much bad luck? What sort of heroine gets deceived and betrayed by her loved ones? What sort of heroine has people shooting arrows into her back? What sort of heroine is never able to obtain true happiness? It feels like I am living in a dark, fairy tale written by someone who absolutely hates me. It feels like I live in the shadows of the queens who have existed before me. I am defined by their good qualities, bad characters and doomed fate. It seems I will never have my own life and my own fate. And the man who I thought wa
[ IN WHICH SHE IS A DEADLY SIN ] My fingers sting afterwards. My heart breaks after what I have done.This is the third time I am raising a hand against Sin, my betrothed. The first time was a sword, the second a slap, and now the third is the same as the second. A slap isn't more hurtful than a sword, but it feels like I have destroyed him at this moment. I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically.And that is not what love is.Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets.What Sin and I have... can it be called love?Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other. My heart grows heavy, and my breathing becomes ragged as I watch the pain on Sin's face. I can feel his pain. His pain is just as strong as the first time I had stabbed him in the chest back at the Palace. It hurts even more to know that I have done