Go ahead, love. Unwrap my present. Show me.
Duraivaanan
I washed my hands, the blood draining in the sink. The interrogation today had been needlessly messy. The bastard wouldn’t speak.
Kadeeran walked forward, as my head snapped back at him. Waiting for him to continue. I had been exhausted enough, why bother me now?
“Your wife arrived here earlier this evening”, he began. Unsure. I looked ahead.
Adhirai. I was wed to her when we were ten as part of an alliance with the war general. That bastard. I hated him with a passion. He has been keen on killing my brother and I.
The only reason he married his daughter to me was for his blood to be on the throne. I knew his agenda a little too well. Send his daughter to me now so I can give her my seed. Then kill me and rule through that child. It was clear.
Yet my brother couldn’t grasp that. He was king yet his hands were tied. Other than the power to conjure our flames and ash, we were tied. Because no power could trample the politics of our realm.
And I was second in line. Because he took no wife to bed, for he was told he wouldn’t live long. He is sickly and in the palace. If he is gone, then I must head back to the palace. To wear his crown. I hated every thought of it.
“His highness expects you to consummate, secure your line”, he added carefully. Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he? We were the last of us. But to have a child with that woman...
I remember her. She was the fat, ugly girl who sat on my back, keeping me down there as her brother made me eat sand. I hated both of them.
Now I was expected to bed her. That wench. I am sure after I am done with my duty of giving her a child of my powers, she would run a blade through my heart.
“I will rather throw myself off a cliff”, I dryly mentioned. My eyes then scanned the new men that had taken their post here. General Veermaandan’s men most likely.
I chuckled. Of course. Of course he would send his daughter with protection.
“Where is she?”
“Moved to your private quarters”.
I moved my head back and forth to the side. It has been ten years since I last saw her. At our wedding.
I walked up the stairs to my chamber, the hallway already filling in with her maids. All seventeen of them. Though I was a Prince, she was far wealthier than I.
I removed my armor as her maid rushed towards me, bowing and extending her arms. I dropped the metal weight onto her hands before moving to my chamber.
The women, eyes down bowing one last time before my chamber doors were opened. I walked in as the door shut behind me. I turned slightly back, to the locked doors.
It’s like they are determined for me to provide her with a son, she and her father could puppet.
I heard the faint chimes of anklets. Soft. Unhurried. I could laugh. This would not be my wife. Not the Adhirai I knew.
I turned to the front as a woman walked in the center of my chamber. My eyes went still.
She wore a deep blue skirt made of light, airy fabric that moved beautifully, almost like water. The skirt had layers, with a slightly sheer outer layer that catches the light. She looked dreamy, ethereal as it flared outward.
Her blue blouse, a rich, fitted and sleeveless, giving her a structured look. It highlighted her bosom and slightly chubby waist.
A sheer blue drape flowed from her, blending into the movement of the skirt. It’s light and almost translucent.
Her attire was meant to charm any man. But it was not how she looked that made me hard instantly.
It was the way she moved. A smile pressed onto her pretty lips as her long hair slightly moved with the breeze. Her olive skin radiating with the dim lamps that decorated the room.
I didn’t have the need for lamps in this chamber. It was meant for sleep. I only came here when I wanted to sleep. But she took this, a silent claim. That this was hers. She and her father always seemed to do that. I left the palace because of her.
She maintained a sharp eye contact with me, making sure I knew she wasn’t one bit bothered. It seems like she knew she had an effect on me.
The next thing she did truly surprised me. She bent down, bowing. My eyes widened.
“Your highness”.
Her voice was soothing to hear. It was angelic. No seduction in it. No fear. No hate. No Anger. Just confidence. Like she had already won something.
Something in me stirred.
I watched her as she rose, her eyes drifting up to mine like an addiction I could sense in the near future.
My eyes naturally drifted down. From her eyes to her lips. A small smile she had on. She had perfect teeth. None missing like when I first saw her. Her face has seemed to lost the fat in her cheeks. Then her neck. She wore a simple necklace, elegant and expensive. A rare gem.
Her blouse was small. It hid everything well but was wrapped so tightly like a present waiting to be unwrapped. My hands pressed behind me as my eyes shamelessly went down even further.
Hourglass. Her body was divine. Though she was a bit chubby around the hips, it only made her more ravishing. The skirt looked as if it had been hand stitched by at least thousands of women.
But I could tell. She must have soft, thick thighs. I simply knew.
My eyes drifted back to hers as her smile only deepened. Pleased. Pleased that I took time to see her.
“I am surprised to see how well you have aged”, I chuckled. She looked down slightly, grateful. But I could see it. She was taught. Taught how to seduce a man perhaps. To make him feel loved.
I chuckled.
“I am pleased to see you as well your Highness, you have grown into an admirable man, worthy of every praise”, she phrased as practiced. Her eyes held pride in them. Of her or me, I did not know.
But I was sure of one thing now. Before I had hope that she would be the dumb, arrogant girl I knew. But she proved me wrong.
She wanted me dead. Herself. I must say... I would not be sad if she would be the one to take my life.
“Do you wish to sleep with me? Tonight?“, I questioned. She looked up. A slip up. She didn’t expect that, did she?
She must have thought I would spurn her. Throw her out. Then get punished by the crown for treating my wife poorly.
She blinked, looking down before a shy smile swept through. This should make me sick with disgust. She was putting on an act
But. ..
It only made my blood rush down to my cock. She definitely wants to kill me.
Her eyes met mine again.
“It would be my honor, your Highness”.
I smiled. Good.
“Then strip”.
Her smile dropped. She looked at me stunned.
“My Prince...“, she questioned gently. I chuckled as I walked closer, enough to maintain a distance between us. I was hateful. But I was a man. I respected boundaries naturally. I would dare not cross that without consent.
“They sent you here with elaborate silks and minimal jewelry to tempt me, didn’t they?“, I questioned. She remained blank. She didn’t expect me to be straight forward.
That was the difference between me and her kind. I did what I wanted. I didn’t scheme. I didn’t lie. I didn’t have the need to.
I smirked.
“But all they had to do was send you bare... and I would have been pleased”.
Her eyes widened with an unkept fury. Gods, she rages this divine as well. She was making this harder. She was making me harder.
Suddenly the idea of getting murdered didn’t bother me. Not having enough time to spend with her did.
She fixed her face once again. A smile. Always a smile. What had they done to her? Her mother I am sure.
I straightened, ready to go to bed. Not going to spare her another glance. I guess I should simply see her in my dreams now.
But before I could go any further, she simply turned. Her anklets chiming in the hurry. The desperation. I smiled. There she was. That determined, stuck up wench who wanted to devour me whole.
I turned around to her as she began removing her earrings. I watched. She kept the hint of shyness and eagerness at balance. She learned well.
Then came her vanki, her arm cuff, the matching set of her necklace. I watched as she placed them on the table next to her. She then placed her foot on the table.
My breath staggered for a second. Her beautiful toes. She smirked, pleased with herself. I raised my brow. Her anklets came off.
Then she stood up straight, dropping her sheer drape on her shoulders. Now she stood there, long hair, that blouse, and the skirt.
I saw her arms go behind her, untying the knot that held it together.
Go ahead, love.
Unwrap my present. Show me.
The fabric loosened as I felt my cock twitch. Heavens. Why punish me with a good time now?
She let it fall, confidence on her face. Pride. My eyes simply drifted onto her dark, huge buds. Her full breasts, moving according to her nervous breaths.
It was the purest of art works. My eyes looked back at her as she smiled, pleased with herself. I am sure she would have harassed other women if they looked better than her. She seems like the type to be.
Her hand then moved to her waist, removing the skirt as it fell on the floor, pooling at her feet. Like water going down the waterfall. It was meant to mesmerize me. It did.
I smiled. Proud. I was right. Beautiful, thick thighs. I also noticed how she didn’t wear her inner garments. She expected us to consummate today.
My eyes drifted back to her eyes as she looked away, feigning innocence.
I wanted to scoff.
“May I?“, I questioned.
She turned back, once again surprised. But she smiled, satisfied.
“It would be my honor”, she once again stated. Though there was no truth in it. But she said it. Who am I to dare deny a blessing?
I moved closer, circling her. My index finger on her hip, as I circled. I felt her tremble. Interesting.
By the way she behaved. I expected her to have been taught by a man. But with her actions... it seemed like she had never allowed anyone this close to her.
“Tell me to stop, anytime. Wife”.
Once I reached her, standing in front of her, she looked down, calming her breaths.
I dryly stared at her. If you don’t want it? Why do it? Why scheme for my family’s right? Power? Influence? Bloodline?
Did I disgust her that much?
My hands clamped hard on either side of her hips, steadying her. She looked up at me. Simply staring, lost in my eyes. A sense of guilt in her eyes.
I pulled her up as she blinked.
“Wonderful hips”, I commented impressed. She smiled, looking down. Out of everything she did today. That might have been the most genuine.
Then my finger went to the fat on her belly, pinching her curves as she gasped in sudden surprise.
“You still eat well?“, I questioned. I am glad she did. A beautiful, divine body like hers needed nutrients. Rewards. In any shape they came in.
But this didn’t settle well with her. She looked down, ashamed. I furrowed my brow.
My finger traced her jawline before making her look up at me.
“I am glad you do”, I added with a smile. She looked at me, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
Right. I used to make fun of her. Jab her of her weight and face. But she started it. She called me a weak, scrawny rat. I only defended myself.
I walked behind her once more. My hand on her waist as it travelled upward, making sure she remembered each and every touch of mine.
I saw her close her eyes, mesmerized in my lingering touch. I then cupped her breast. It fit perfectly into my hand, as if she had been made for me.
That made me feral. It made me lose control. I squeezed it, hard. The pressure would have been more than I intended as she winced. I instantly released the pressure, as my thumb caressed her nipple, easing it. Back and forth.
“Get used to this”, I whispered.
She looked up at me as my eyes glanced at her breast. It had reddened to what I had done. I felt sorry for it already. I wanted to apologize to her, offer soft kisses to make her forget the pain.
But I held it. That was for another day. Today was just to inspect.
My hands then moved down. Down to her thighs. I smiled. It was soft indeed. Not as much as her chest, but enough to fill me with delight.
I wish she could give me the right to die between these heavenly thighs. That would be the only way I want to go out. I didn’t want to die, but I understood.
I could. That was the price I had to pay for being second in line for the throne.
“You have beautiful thighs”, I complimented her. She smiled once again, flattered.
My smile deepened. My hand came around her waist as I pulled her bare back towards me. She gasped as her soft back collided with my rough torso.
I held her there, allowing her to feel my arousal. She stiffened. I chuckled. She felt it. Good. I want her to know. That I can’t wait to be inside her.
“It’s impolite to be ungrateful when someone offers compliments”, I reminded her. Her soft face turned back, looking at me.
Her siren eyes softened at that. She understood what I meant.
“Thank you your highness, I am glad you are pleased with me”, she mentioned.
These words at least, didn’t feel rehearsed. They were real. They came within her. And gods I enjoyed it.
I then bent down, picking her up in my arms. She fit perfectly into my arms. I didn’t imagine that one day she would be tiny when standing next to me.
Her arms around my neck as she blushed, excited. Oh I am going to make you suffer my love. In ways you would beg for me.
I placed her on my bed. Thank goodness she didn’t trade my fur bed sheets with her satin, pure silk ones. This bed was for sleeping and warmth. Not intimacy.
My hands then slightly stroked her inner thighs. I wanted to desperately explore her core. Her folds. But I controlled myself. No. Not yet.
Her skin was so soft. She would be perfect to hold against me.
I held my head up with my hand, as my other hand caressed her cheeks as she smiled. Waiting. Wanting. But, I had other plans.
“You must instruct me what to do further?“, I stated. She paused, her smile long gone.
“Your highness?“, she questioned. I smirked. Did she really think I would give her my seed so quickly? When I know she and her father could very well end me.
I feigned innocence.
“I am sorry my Lady, other than admiring your intimate beauty I am oblivious on how to conceive a child”, I stated.
I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have known. But today I did. I knew exactly how. I knew how and where I ached. Instincts. Pure primal instincts.
“What do you mean?“, she questioned, alarmed.
“I have been raised with war generals and on the battlefields. I wasn’t taught anything other than war tactics and diplomacy...“, I explained. This was the truth.
But my hand travelled to her hip, holding her still. Making her feel everything. She looked at me shocked.
“But you could teach me... tell me in detail and I will follow”, I smiled at her. Her eyes widened. She blinked. Thinking.
“Ah yes... you have to- um”, she broke. Her words faltered for the first time. I wanted to laugh. Out loud.
Before she could try again I simply paced the back of my hand on her forehead.
She paused. Touched. Taken back. Then I placed it on her neck. Then under breast, slightly pushing it up as she coughed. Her mounds bouncing as an aftermath.
The female anatomy truly interested me. I wanted to know everything now.
“It seems like you are burning up, you must rest. You have travelled for a week I assume”, I stated. She blinked. She instantly smiled. Nodding with a smile. I chuckled.
Of course she did. She travelled without informing me.
I laid my head back on the pillows, exhausted. I then turned around, ready to sleep.
I was excited. For her. For us. For what is to unfold.
