Alis
I’ve already decided. Things are going to change starting now. Well, maybe starting after I encounter Red for the last time.
I enter his tent and my gaze immediately sets on a fire - which I presume was created by his magic - and the way it lights the ambience. He’s there too, sitting on his bed, as if pondering about the world.
“My dear Alis,” he says, his red eyes glinting in the semi lit tent. “What brings you here at this hour?”
There’s so much I want to say, so much I can’t. But I walk over to where he is and watch him silently. He gets up and strokes my face, just like he’s done a million times before. The difference is, I don’t feel it like I used to. Well, at least that’s what I tell myself.
The feelings are there, but it’s not the same.
He leans in, his lips tenderly joining mine. I follow his lead, letting his tongue in and moaning as he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him. I feel heat starting to envelop me and I know I’ll just let him ruin me, just like he always does.
He gently throws me onto his bed, quickly positioning himself on top of me. I can’t help but smile as his head comes closer to me, our lips almost touching again. He moans my name against my ear and I shiver, wanting nothing more but to become one at last.
“Red…” I mutter, but I can’t say anything else as he presses kisses against my mouth, his tongue hungry for more.
It’s not long before he gropes my body, caressing my bosom. I want his touches so much more I almost plead. He laughs, but it’s not nasty. There’s a hint of lust as he does, and it drives me wild with want.
He finally takes my top off, throwing it across the tent. It lands in a heap somewhere but I don’t care because his mouth is on my right tit, sucking on the perk little nipple, making it even more erect. I groan when he nicks it with his teeth and I throw my head back, my hands stretching out to grasp whatever I can find - which happens to be one of his sheets.
His mouth then falls against my neck, leaving wet kisses all over. I want to scream his name out, and we’re not even at the best bit; not yet.
“Take me.” I finally manage to croak out, my breathing heavy.
He doesn’t reply with words, but his actions are all I ever wanted anyway. He tugs my trousers off and quickly unbuttons his own, pulling them down also. He positions himself and finally, oh, finally, he enters me in one quick thrust. We both moan in unison, clearly needing this sweet, sweet release.
He gains speed, holding onto my waist yet again. His eyes never leave mine and it feels heavenly to have him so deep inside of me. He moves his hips at a frenzy pace, filling me like he always does. It feels amazing.
With one hand, he gropes my head and brings our mouths together for a long, heated kiss which I thoroughly enjoy. His rhythm doesn’t stop, not even when I bite his lips playfully and pull on the lower one tenderly.
It’s not long before we’re both spent and he slumps at my side, clearly exhausted. I can tell by his breathing - and by mine - that we both really, really liked it.
But, I’m leaving. It’s the last time we’ll be doing this, ever.
It’s not about his obsession to become ruler of the clans. It’s what he’s doing to people. As a non-magical human myself, I feel for them.
I ponder the burning question in my mind as I try regaining my breath. Should I tell him or just leave? I know what I’m doing is cruel, but he is so much more than that. I need to get away, for my sake and sanity.
Before I can even decide what to do, I turn my head to look at him, expecting bright red eyes gazing at me intently, but instead find that he’s sleeping. Which is all the better, that means I can just leave.
I slowly and as quietly as I can, get up from his bed and put my clothes on. Before I know it, I’m out of his tent and walking towards the gates, which are pretty far away.
It’s the middle of the night and I can’t hear a soul. Everyone is either busy sleeping or trying to. At least that’s what it seems. Not like I care - in fact, quite the opposite - it’s better for me. I don’t want any witnesses.
Finally, I reach the wooden gates and I’m greeted by two powerful men who are keeping watch. They eye me up and down and I know for sure that they know who I am. Everyone knows me but not for what I do, just because I’m fucking this clan’s leader. Disgraceful. I can earn my own merits, and I will. They block the way out and look at me sternly.
“Where are you going at this late hour?” One of them asks, but I don’t have time to answer their stupid questions.
My hand darts to the dagger in my trousers, and before they can say anything else, I’m already behind one of them, throwing him back and slitting his throat easily. The other man doesn’t seem impressed by my actions, but instead looks at me like he’s just seen a ghost. I can’t have him blab about my leaving, so I quickly hurry towards him, throwing myself against his body.
Another slit throat and I feel proud of myself. I’m not just Red’s little tart, I’m a quick and powerful assassin. Cold blooded, heartless, strong, brave and quick. I can fend for myself.
I can finally leave the place, unceremoniously dumping the newer body onto the ground. I push the wooden gates and finally set foot outside.
The wind isn’t different, the smell is the same and everything feels… normal. I don’t know what I was expecting, to be honest. It’s a life changing decision, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.
Now, where to go? Honestly, I hadn’t planned that far ahead. But there’s a lot of forest for me to get lost in, and I don’t mind an adventure so I start walking into the wilderness.
I might enjoy starting a new life.
