Monster SEX
Word Count: 11,053.
Summary:
The princess of Lokia goes to the village market to shop with her bodyguard. While in one of the shops, a cat runs past her, its ear scarred and its fur terribly matted. She decides to take it home with her, not knowing that this was no ordinary cat…
CHARACTER REFERENCE *DO NOT LOOK EXACTLY LIKE PICTURE BUT HAVE SOME SIMILAR FEATURES*
-Elora-
“So where shall we go next?” Elora asked as she stepped outside, pulling on her hood. Wind slashed her face, sending a flurry of snow her way. Her cheeks and nose burned from being out in the cold all afternoon, and she wished she hadn’t forgotten her scarf in the carriage.
“Wherever you’d like, your highness,” Samuel said, his voice close behind her.
She sighed, she hadn’t expected much from him anyway. He didn’t like shopping and had told her that it was more of a ladies thing when she’d first asked. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was her best-friend of ten years and her bodyguard, he probably wouldn’t have come at all.
“Come on, I’m sure you’d like to go somewhere.” She walked towards the steps in front of her, grabbing onto the railing. Snow seeped through her mittens. She took a slight step forward, testing the hardness of the snow. It was still soft. Lifting her head, she stared at the shops across the street, blinking snow from her lashes. Most of them had closed down because of the storm. She sighed, a cloud of air hitting her face. What a bummer! She’d looked forward to escaping her duties back at court and walking around the village. It was a pity she had chosen the worst day to do it. A flash of light caught her eye. She turned her head. A small shop was a few feet away from her, paper lanterns lining the sides of what used to be a lawn, which was now covered in snow. ”Look, Samuel! There’s a shop still open!”
She raced down the steps, laughing.
“Yes, it appears there is.”
She turned back to look at him. He was still on the second step and his lips were pressed into a thin line. Her excitement dimmed a bit; she felt bad she dragged him out here. His nose was deep red, and some of his skin had begun to peel. She held up the parchment bag she’d gotten from the pastry shop behind him. There was a brown stain from where the moisture from the hot donuts had seeped through.
“Would you like one?”
He looked down at the bag, his eyes shrewd.
”No my lady,” he said, curtly.
”Oh come on! It might cheer you up!” She said.
“I don’t need cheering up, my lady. I need a warm bath and some hot tea.”
She pouted.
”Are you like this with your wife?”
”No, my wife doesn’t drag me out on one of the coldest days this village has ever seen to go shopping.”
“Well she should,” she muttered, turning back around. She opened up the bag and reached inside. Warm frosting melted against her fingers. Pulling out a donut, she took a bite, her eyes widening. It was sweeter than the ones back at home, tasting of vanilla and sugar. The bread was soft, fluffy. “Oh Samuel you must try one!”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he said, walking down the steps.
“You're so boring,” she said, taking another bite.
”Where would you like to go, my lady?” Samuel asked.
“The only shop that’s open,” she said, swallowing.
”Very well.”
Finishing the donut, she wiped her hands on her skirt before sealing the bag. She ran towards the entrance, the snow falling harder. When she reached it, she stomped her boots on the mat beneath. The words “Perfumes & Brooms” were engraved into the wool. There were claw marks around the P and B, and she wondered if the owner had a cat. Pushing on the wooden door, she stepped inside. The shop was warm and smelled like a concoction of spices. Citrus, vanilla, cardamom;
There was another mat beneath her, but this one didn’t have words on it. Lining either side of the walls were large bookshelves full of perfumes. Some were in fat glass bottles, while others in slim bottles, with big, bulky caps. In front of her was a large, wire basket with brooms. The handles were standing up, sharp enough to be a weapon. In the back of the room was a counter. A woman was behind it, her graying hair pulled back into a tight bun. She glanced up just as Samuel entered. Her hair was pulled back so tightly it forced her eyebrows to be pulled back as well, causing them to be fixed in a permanent arch. A single spectacle hung limply from the piece of string wrapped around her ears, the glass cracked. Her eyes raked over Elora’s body. She shivered. She could see why this was the only shop open now. The woman set down her rag and walked over. There were holes in her wool sweater and her pants were covered in dirt. She had no shoes on, her toenails long and slightly yellow.
Elora held her breath as she approached. Was she going to try and harm her?
”Your highness!” She said, smiling. Her front tooth was slightly chipped. The other was completely missing. “What can I do for you?”
“Well,” she cleared her throat. “I’d like to buy perfume.”
”What would you like?”
”Something with vanilla, perhaps?”
”Come here.”
She led her over to the bookshelf behind her. This one was filled with fat, green bottles. She bent over, reaching for one of the bottles on the lowest shelf. The bookcase slightly shook and she gasped as all the bottles fell to the ground one by one, smashing as they did. A puddle of perfume pooled around Elora’s boots and she took a step back, bumping into the case of brooms behind her.
“Why you!” The shopkeeper grabbed the broom from the basket behind her, raising it above her head. Elora ducked, thinking she might hit her. But then there was a thud and a loud smash. She opened her eyes as the lady swung her broom back and forth, knocking over more glasses. There was a flash of black and Elora turned as something ducked in between the bookcases. Was that a…
”Calm down,” Elora said, attempting to grab the broom.
The lady rounded on her heel, just missing her head by an inch.
“That stupid cat! I’m going to get her!”
“What cat?” She said, looking around. “There’s nothing here!”
”Of course there is! How do you think my glasses…” her voice trailed off as she stared at the shelves on the other side of Elora. ”There you are!”
She ran around the basket, slamming her broom down onto the floor. Elora turned, watching as the cat ran around the basket and squeezing itself between her legs. She yelped, holding onto the basket for support.
“Lift your legs,” the shopkeeper said, her eyes bloodshot. “So I can finally kill it!”
”I will do no such thing!” She said. “The poor thing is obviously frightened!”
”Frightened? Frightened! She knocked over all of my bottles! I’ve worked hours to create those perfumes!”
”I understand but you can’t harm an animal,” she said, lifting up her leg.
The cat hissed.
”It’s alright,” she said, kneeling down.
”Be careful, your highness!” Samuel said. “It’s a stray. It might try and harm you.”
”Oh what nonsense! She’s just a baby!”
She stuck out her hand, letting her sniff it. She stepped forward hesitantly, eyeing her hand before she nuzzled against it. Elora patted her head, smiling. She purred, rubbing her face against her palm. Sliding one hand under her belly, she scooped her up into her arms. A scar stretched from her right eye to the middle of her cheek. Elora’s heart wrung. Poor thing. She must be so lonely. The fur around her eyes was long and matted, and there were pieces of leaves stuck in it.
”How do you even know it’s a girl?”
”I don’t know. I just feel it,” she said, patting her head. ”You’ve been by yourself for a long time, huh?”
She knew how that felt. She might have been a queen but that didn’t mean it was easy to make friends.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll take good care of you.”
”You’re not suggesting we bring that rodent back to the castle, do you?”
Elora gasped, covering the cat’s ears.
”She’s not a rodent!”
”Fine, that animal. Your father will be displeased. You may be Queen now but if you do anything he disapproves of-“
“I know, he’ll take me off the throne,” she said. “But how can I say no to her? She’s just so sweet!”
Samuel sighed, rolling his eyes.
”Our carriage should be here shortly,” he said, turning towards the door. “Come on.”
”You take care of that rat!”
She faced the shopkeeper. She still had her broom in her hands and she was breathing heavily. A curl had fallen from her bun, covering one side of her eye. “I don’t want to see you hurting an animal ever again otherwise you will be hearing from my father.”
Her eyes moved from the cat’s up to hers. Her breathing softened, but only slightly.
“You have fun with that troublemaker,” she said, before placing the broom back in the basket.
Elora turned towards Samuel.
“Shall we?”
***********
As soon as they arrived at the palace, Elora lifted her new pet up onto her chest, and wrapped her jacket around her. She was small enough so that no one would be able to notice her.
Samuel had promised to keep her secret, but only if she didn’t take him on these shopping sprees anymore. She’d agreed. Now all she would have to do is hide her from her father the next time he visited. Which wouldn’t be for a few months.
Heading up to her room, she shut the door and set her down onto the ground. She stretched her back, digging her nails into her carpet.
”Hey, be careful,” she scolded, lifting her up.
She stared at her, her eyes so big and innocent. How could anyone walk past such a cute little face?
“It’s hard to even scold you. You’re just so cute,” she said, wrapping her arms around her. “I promise to take good care of you. So you don’t have to be afraid anymore, okay?”
She purred softly. Elora walked over to her bathroom, pushing the door open with her hip. Setting her down onto the counter, she turned on the tap, adjusting the water until it was warm enough.
“I don’t have much soap,” she said, moving over to the bathtub. “Do you want something strawberry scented?”
She meowed.
Grabbing the brown bottle off of the ledge, she walked back over to her. She rolled up her sleeves and then lifted her up, placing her in the water.
“You're so calm in the water. Most cats aren’t,” she said as she turned her around so the water could get every part of her body. Once she was fully wet, she shut off the tap and unscrewed the cap. Pink liquid oozed out, dripping down the sides. Grabbing the bottle, she squeezed some soap into her hand and then rubbed it into her head, careful not to get any in her eyes. She purred softly, closing her eyes. Elora soaped behind her ears, moving down to her back, before she reached around and rubbed her belly. Then she cleaned her hind legs, making sure to get in between her toes. Turning on the tap again, she rinsed the soap from her body, using her hand towel to dry her off.
Walking out of the bathroom, she set her down onto the floor. She shook her body, sending water flying everywhere. Elora laughed, covering her with the towel once more before she went back inside the bathroom. She grabbed a small bowl, filling it with water. Walking back outside, she placed the bowl down in front of her. She crawled over, licking it hesitantly.
”Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing bad in it. I promise.”
She drank the water faster.
”Good girl,” she said, rubbing her fur. It was almost fully dry. She grabbed the towel, rubbing the bottom of her paws. A small scar was on her right paw.
”Do you have a name?” She said, looking down at her collar. There was a silver, paw-shaped name tag, but the name on it was so chipped she could barely read it. “Okay, I’ll make a new name for you then. How about Harper?”
She tilted her head.
”Okay, okay,” she said, laughing. “I’m gonna take it that you don’t like that one. How about Pumpkin?”
Her eyes lowered, slowly.
“Is that a yes or a no? I’ll take it as a no. How about Cookie?”
She meowed.
”Do you like it? That’s wonderful!” She kissed the top of her head. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m tired.”
She walked over to her bed and set Cookie down.
“I’ll be right back, okay? I just have to get undressed.”
When she was all ready, she snuggled in bed next to cookie. Cookie curled up next to her chest, purring softly.
“Thank you for coming into my life,” she whispered, sleepily.“At least I don’t feel so alone anymore.”
*************
Sahel
It’s so warm. Sahel opened his eyes, expecting to see the darkness of the alleyway he normally slept in. Instead he saw a woman laying next to him, her face lit softly by the moonlight. So it hadn’t been a dream then. She really had saved him. And bathed him too. He could still smell the sweet scent of the soap she used. Moving closer, he reached his hand out, hesitating. It's been years since he’d last seen it, and it was strange. Surreal, almost. He was sure he’d spent the rest of his days living as a cat. But then she came along and saved him. His human. Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb along her skin. It was smooth, soft. He moved his thumb lower, tracing the slim bridge of her nose. She let out a soft moan, snuggling closer to him. Her forehead pressed against his bare chest and he lifted up the covers, relief filling him as he saw he was still wearing his trousers. He’d outgrown them ever since his uncle had placed this curse on him ten years ago and now they barely covered his knees. But at least it was better than nothing. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her.
Turning his attention back towards her, he rubbed his finger over her lips. She moaned again.
“Cookie…”
”Yes it’s me,” he muttered.
”Cookie…” she reached her hand out, pressing it against his abs.
Her eyes shot open and she screamed, scrambling over to the edge of the bed.
“Who are you?!”
”What do you mean? It’s me Coo-“
Oh Right. He’d forgotten she wouldn’t know who he was.
“Guards!” She shouted, getting up out of bed. She stumbled backwards, bumping into the nightstand behind her. The lamp on top fell to the ground, shattering.
“Be careful, my lady-“
”Guards!” She said, her voice getting louder.
The doors burst open and men wearing grey uniforms entered, drawing their swords. Elora pointed a trembling finger at him. They ran over to him, pulling him off of the bed. They pushed him down to his knees, the floor cold and hard.
“Please, your highness! It’s me, Cookie! Please don’t be afraid!” He said.
“Get him out of here!”
Grabbing hold of his arms, they dragged him towards the door. He thrashed. If he wanted, he could have killed all of them. But then she would only be more afraid of him.
“I’m the cat! I’m Cookie!” He said, as they pulled him out of the room, the doors slamming behind him.
“Are you sure you should be visiting him, your highness?” Samuel asked as he unhooked the set of keys hanging from his tool belt.
“Are you mad?” She whispered, looking around. “Keep your voice down.”
”Sorry.” He flipped through his keys, which jangled in the silence.
She turned, facing the hallway in front of her. Torches lined the wall up ahead, illuminating the room in a subtle glow. It wasn’t very bright, but it was bright enough so that if anyone were to pass by, she’d be the first to notice. Before she’d left to meet up with Samuel, she’d made sure all the halls were empty. She’d also changed route several times just to ensure she couldn’t have been followed. So why couldn’t she shake the feeling that someone was here with them, watching?
Her eyes moved to the map underneath the torches. Lokia’s palace was painted on it, in all of her glory. Directly underneath stood a brown stand, with no drawers or shelves to hide inside of. Which meant the only people who could be here were the two of them.
She took a trembling breath, turning back towards Samuel. Her nerves must have been frayed from earlier. Samuel was still sorting through the keys and taking his sweet time with it too.
”Are you doing that on purpose?”
Samuel raised his head, his eyes catching the glow of the torches.
“What, your highness? I’m simply looking.”
”You don’t want to go down there,” she said.
“I don’t believe we should no.”
”Don’t you want to know why he did it?” She asked. “I mean he seemed so frightened. What if he was put up to it?” She hoped her lie would be enough to convince him. The moment he’d left, she couldn’t find Cookie anywhere. She wanted to know what he had done with her and what he’d meant when he said he was her cat.
Samuel rolled his eyes and grabbed a fat, silver key. He moved over to the door, pushing it into the keyhole. Giving it a slight twist, he waited until there was a soft click and then he pushed the door open.
“Ladies first,” he said.
”How noble of you,” she said, stepping in front of him.
He handed his lantern to her and she took it, holding it out in front of her. A set of stone steps was before her. She lowered the lantern a bit. They were made of ancient stone and there were cracks running through some of them. Placing her hand on the wall, she placed her foot on the first step. Much to her surprise, it was sturdy. Cobwebs, the size of her hand, lined the corners of every step and she wondered if there were spiders nestled in the center of them, but she was too afraid to check. She took another step. Chunks of stone crumbled underneath her foot, tumbling down. Leaning some of her weight against the hand pressed against the wall, she descended the steps slowly.
“So now that we’re all alone, tell me why are you coming here?”
”I already told you. I want to know why he did it.”
Samuel shut the door softly behind him.
”But why tonight? Why couldn’t you have come here early in the morning?”
She took another step.
“Because it was bothering me.”
“Right.”
She reached the foot of the steps, turning around to light Samuel’s path. Once he was close enough to the bottom, she turned once more, swinging her lantern back and forth. The stench of blood and sweat burned her nose. She buried her face into her sleeve, her eyes watering. She walked forward. Orange light bounced between the holding cells on either side of her. Men were sleeping on top of straw mats while some were sitting on the floor, rocking from side to side as they whispered quietly to themselves. She shivered, picking up the pace. Samuel had told her that the man’s holding cell was at the far end of the dungeon. She passed more cells; these ones were larger, about the size of a bathhouse, so there were two prisoners in each. A woman wept as she walked by, while another yelled at her to shut up before she made her. She hurried along, rounding the corner. Another row of cells. A mix of two-person cells and just one. Something cold gripped her ankle and she screamed as she was yanked forward.
“Please help me, your highness.”
She swung her lantern at the prisoner. A man’s face was illuminated in the cold glow. His teeth were broken, and his brown hair was greasy and matted.
“Let go of me!” She said, trying to free herself.
”Please help me,” he cried. “I can’t stay down here anymore!”
He dug his nails into her skin. They were sharp and long, with dirt caked underneath.
“Unhand me this once!”
There was a strangled cry and she yelped as his hand fell to the ground with a wet thud. She looked over as Samuel straightened, wiping the blood off his blade.
“If you don’t want to lose more than your hand, I suggest you leave her alone.”
The man cradled his wrist, now a mere stump. Blood trickled down his arm and she reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out a thin strip of gauze. She often got hurt so she always kept it with her.
”Here,” she said, kneeling beside him. She pushed the gauze between the bars. “Wrap it around you, it will stop the bleeding.”
”Lokia will burn,” he said, his brown teeth glinting in the darkness. “You, the and the rest of your family! You’ll all burn!” He laughed and she stood up, turning around.
“I hope you have a very nice night,” she said, her chin trembling.
“Watch!” He said, placing his good hand on the bars. He squeezed his face between them, his eyes bloodshot. “You’ll burn. You’ll burn!” He laughed again, the sound shrill. “You’ll burn every second for every prisoner you’ve killed!”
”Enough!” Samuel slammed his foot against his face. The man cried out, falling back onto his butt. “Elora, let’s go.”
He grabbed her hand, leading her down the hall. They turned into another corridor. There was only one holding cell here.
She crept closer, swallowing past the lump in her throat. He just tried to scare me, she thought, none of it is true. I’ll be fine. Light spilled into the cell, illuminating the stranger’s body. His shirt was off, perhaps because he’d been searched for weapons. His brown skin was free of any bruises and she let out a relieved sigh, glad the guards hadn’t tried to hurt him. She moved closer, the light shifting as she did. His chest and stomach were carved with muscle, and if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was a soldier. She raised her lantern. The light fell against his throat. A tattoo of a dragon’s tail ran through one side, stretching across his chest and over his torso. It disappeared in his trousers, which were rolled up to his knees. The thick outline of something caught her attention. She took a step forward, careful not to get too close in case he too decided to grab her by the ankle and threaten her. At the front of his pants, just below his abs, was a massive lump stretching across his right leg past his knee. She swallowed. Was that his… But why was it so…Her face flushed. Had that been his intention? To rape her? But how had he entered the palace without anyone knowing? Raising the lantern once more, she tapped her foot against one of the rods. He let out a soft groan. She did it again, this time a bit harder. He raised his head, dark brown curls falling into his eyes.
“How did you get into my chambers?” She said, holding the lantern up to his face.
He didn’t flinch at the light.
“My lady,” he whispered softly. His voice was rich, husky.
“I asked you a question,” she said, coolly. “How did you get into my chambers?”
He shifted a bit. The floor must have been hurting his knees.
“Were you intending to rape me?”
”Huh? No of course not, my lady. I apologize if I frightened you or made you feel that w-“
”It’s hard not to when you were laying beside me in my bed,” she said, anger flaring in her chest. This man! She had spared his life just for him to sit here and lie to her! “Now I will ask you again, how did you get into my chambers and what were your intentions? What did you do with Cookie?”
”Don’t you remember?” He said, his eyes softening. He seemed hurt, almost.
“Remember what?”
”You were the one who brought me here. You were the first one to notice me, to want me.”
”What are you talking about? I have no time for your riddles,” she said, rubbing her forehead.
“The cat you picked up on the street, that was me, my lady. I’d been cursed by my uncle back in my realm to be a cat for all of eternity until I could win a human’s compassion. But I am only to return once I’ve understood the meaning of true love and how valuable it is. I had been on the streets for years, hoping someone would pick me up but no one ever did. Once they saw how matted my fur was, and the scar on my left eye, they left me. You were the only one who has ever picked me up, who has ever looked at me like those things didn’t matter. You broke the curse, you saved me.”
Samuel laughed. She faced him. He was leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
“So not only is he a criminal but he’s insane as well. This is what you dragged me here for in the middle of the night?”
“Stop it,” she said, her cheeks reddening. He was right though. This had been a waste of time. She turned back towards the stranger. He had blown the curls from his eyes and now she could see them more clearly. They didn’t look like the eyes of a mad man. They looked warm, innocent. “You expect me to believe that you, a grown man, were turned into a cat and that because I picked you up, you are now human?”
He shook his head.
“I’m only half human, my lady.”
”Ridiculous,” she scoffed. “I spared your life because I thought you would tell me the truth! But instead you’re sitting here lying to me!”
”But my la-“
”Do not call me that! You are not one of my people! I do not rule over you!”
He lowered his head.
”I’m sorry,” he whispered softly.
”Is that all you can say? You snuck into my chambers and put your hands on me! Who knows what you would have done if I hadn’t woken!”
”I didn’t sneak in, you brought me here,” he said, looking at her. “I’m sorry if I frighten you that much but I would never harm you. Why don’t you believe me?”
She snatched a breath, and then another, trying to calm herself. She closed her eyes, remembering that there had been a scar on the cat’s right paw. If he was telling the truth then he should know where it was.
“My cat had a scar. Which paw was it?”
”The right,” he said. “That is my own scar.”
He was right.
”Was it on the bottom of its paw or the top?”
”Bottom right on it’s pinkie finger.”
He held up his hand, the chains stopping him. She raised her lantern. A thin, red scar was in the middle of his pinkie, stretching across his palm.
“So it was you.”
”Oh you're not really believing this are you?” Samuel said, moving closer. “He could have looked at your cat!”
”But how?” She said, “Don’t you remember? She was frightened of everyone. She wouldn’t let anyone come close to her without hissing. Samuel, what if he’s telling the truth?”
Samuel shook his head.
”You’ve gone mad! You’ve actually gone mad!”
”Then ask him something,” she said. “Only something the two of us would know!”
He rubbed his head.
”I want to go to sleep, your highness.”
”Do it!”
”Fine,” he ground out. “What was the color of the seats inside of our carriage? If you are the cat that was with us as you say, you should remember.”
”Blue,”
”Well there you have it,” he said, turning around. “Because he could name the color of the seats in our carriage this proves that he’s not some crazy man and he’s actually just a poor, lost cat!”
She huffed.
”Don’t be sarcastic!”
”It’s hard not to,” he said, grabbing the lantern from her. “Let’s go. Your father will be hearing this first thing tomorrow morning.”
”No you can't!” She said, grabbing his hand. “My father is off ruling his own court and he trusted this empire to me! If he finds out about this, I don’t know what he’ll do! He might think I’m unfit to rule!”
“So what do you suggest we do then?”
”I suggest that you let me take care of him.”
”And how exactly are you going to do that?” He said, narrowing his eyes.
“I don’t know yet. But all I know is that I believe him. And I do not want him harmed. Promise me you won’t tell him that we came down here. If you do, I won’t ever make you go shopping with me again.”
”This is your life, Elora! This cannot be negotiated through shopping!” He cried, swinging his lantern.
“You will not tell him about this! That is an order, Samuel!” She said, jutting her chin. It was the first time in her life she’d ever given him one in the ten years they’d known each other.
Samuel took a slight step back, his lips pressing into a thin line.
”Very well then, your highness,” he said curtly. “Don’t let me get in the way.”
The next morning Elora came downstairs. Without Samuel. The halls were lit by sunlight so she had no trouble walking through them as she had yesterday. The prisoner from last night was sleeping when she passed by, which she was grateful for. At least, she wouldn’t have to deal with another person angry with her. Rounding the corner, she entered the hall the stranger was in. He was still in the same spot and she was sure his knees were sore from kneeling for so long.
Reaching into her pocket, she fished out the key one of the guards had given her and pushed it into the door. The stranger’s head jerked up.
“My lady,” he said softly.
She gave the key a twist then pushed the door open with her foot.
“I’ve decided that you can stay,” she said. “But you will have to work here in order to earn your keep. You’ll be more useful to me outside though, I’m afraid.”
His eyes widened.
“Thank you so much, my la-“
She pressed her finger against his lips.
“Just call me your highness,” she said. She normally didn’t mind when people called her ‘my lady’, but something about the way he said it made it feel more intimate than it should.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice muffled against her finger.
“You are forgiven. I’ll explain everything to you about your new duties once I’ve freed you,” she said, grabbing the key she’d used to unlock his cell. She walked behind him and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t make me regret freeing you.” Then she unlocked his cuffs.
They fell to the ground with a clunk. He stood up, rubbing his wrists.
“Are you alright?” She moved towards him, grabbing his hand. They were red but at least, they weren’t bleeding.
“Just fine, my- your highness,” he said, smiling softly. “Thank you for freeing me.”
”Of course. I’m sorry you had to suffer for so long.”
She turned around, moving towards the door. He grabbed her wrist and she faced him.
“What’s wrong?”
His head was down.
“Your highness,” he said softly, his grip slightly tightening on her hand. ”Thank you for saving me. I am forever indebted to you.”
”You don’t owe me any-“
He looked up.
“I do. Your highness because of your kindness, I can live normally again. I thought I was going to be stuck as a cat forever but then you came along and you saved me. I will never be able to repay you so the least I can do is give myself to you. I am forever yours. To love, to protect, to pleasure, and in turn, I will keep you safe. I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”
“To pleasure?” She repeated softly, her face stinging with humiliation. “You’re getting it wrong! I only brought you home with me because I thought you were a cat and I felt sorry for you! No animal deserves to suffer the way you did. But that doesn’t mean you owe me anything, especially your body! And I have guards, I don’t need your protection!”
”But I’m stronger than them because I’m half-human.”
So what was he then? She didn’t want to know. This conversation had gone on for too long already.
“Fine, if you’d like to protect me you can.”
It wasn’t like she could stop him anyway. She supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have the extra protection. The threats on her life were only growing more each day. She shivered as she remembered what that man had told her. You all will burn. What had he meant by that?
“Your highness, have I offended you? You seem upset.”
She shook her head. It was so strange. All the men in her life had only ever tried to rule over her because they were threatened by her power. But this man, who she’d only known for two days, had only ever treated her with respect and kindness. As if he didn’t know just how strong he was.
“Okay.”
”Another thing,” she said, recalling last night. “Your…” how should she put it? “Your cock.” Best to say it outright then.
He stared at her.
“Is something wrong with it, my lady?”
Her cheeks reddened.
”Of course not! It’s just it was very hard yesterday and I know it’s hard for you to control but I don’t want the women outside to get the wrong idea.”
”That won’t happen.”
”Why?”
”Because it only hardens for you, my lady.”
She swallowed.
“How? You don’t even know me!”
”But I do. You saved my life, your highness! You have a good h-“
”Alright enough, I get it. Just come on. I’ll get you a change of clothes and then I’ll show you outside to the yard.”
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Her skin is so warm, Sahel thought as Elora led him out of the dungeon and into the palace hall. He hadn’t been able to see much of it two days ago, but it was beautiful. Gold detail lined the wall in front of him, the pattern a mix of leaves and roses. A map was in the center and he recognized the tall walls of the palace.
There was a brown stand beneath it. On top was a slim vase with red and white roses. It's been so long since he had seen roses. Back in his realm, they were everywhere. Releasing her hand for a moment, he walked over and grabbed one. It was light.
“What are you doing?” Elora asked, looking at him.
Her face was illuminated by the sunlight spilling through the windows. She looked so beautiful. Half of her hair was tied back, the other left
His cock hardened and he tore his eyes away from her, remembering what she had told him.
”Sorry,” he said, softly.
“Come on, put that back,” she said.
He did, moving back over to her. She grabbed his hand, leading him down a set of steps. He didn’t look at anything else, knowing his curiosity would get the better of him. Instead he stared at her dress. It was made of pink silk, which complimented her fair skin beautifully. The ache in his cock returned. Think of something else otherwise you’ll just frighten her again. But it was hard to. Ever since he had met her, he couldn’t control these sudden flare-ups. Every moment he wanted to know what it would be like to be inside of her, to feel her skin against his own. But she had told him clearly that she wasn’t his and it wasn’t fair of him to think so lewdly of her.
Even back in his uncle’s realm, he hadn’t acted this way. They turned into a long hall, the flooring beneath his feet changing from wood to white tile. The sweet smell of lemon tickled his nose. The kitchen must be nearby. His stomach rumbled and he placed his hand over it, trying to keep it quiet. He didn’t want to cause her any more trouble than he already had. Elora stopped in front of a brown door and pushed it open. She stepped inside, her grip slightly loosening on his hand. Don’t go. She released him, closing the door gently behind him once he was inside. The room they were in was about the size of his cell. It was lit by sunlight, and there were dressers along every wall. She walked over to the dresser in front of her and pulled out a set of trousers and a white t-shirt.
”This is the place where we store extra clothing,” she said. “It doesn’t look the best, I’m sorry. But it’s better than what you have now.”
She handed it to him.
The pants were the same color as his but they weren’t ripped. He lifted them to his nose. They smelled clean.
“These are great, thank you.”
“Really?” She said, “You're the first to think so.”
”I like them because you gave them to me, your highness.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“I’ll leave so you can get changed.”
”Thank you.”
When he was finished, he stepped outside. Elora was standing in the middle of the hallway, talking softly to one of the servants. She turned as he shut the door, grabbing a pastry off of the platter in the servant’s hand. She thanked her and the servant bowed, looking at him hesitantly before scurrying off.
“Here,” she said, handing it to him.
“What is it?”
”A lemon pastry.”
”What's on the top?” He asked, pointing to the yellow drizzle covering it.
“Lemon frosting. Just try it,” she held it up to his mouth. He took a bite. How could she say he was not hers when she treated him with so much kindness?
”I have a question,” she said as he chewed. His eyes widened. This is amazing! The bread was sweet and didn’t taste too strongly of lemon.
“Have you tried these before?” He asked, taking it from her. “They’re very good.”
“Yes I have,” she said. “The lemon one is my favorite. I would have grabbed another but she only had one left.”
He split the pastry in half, holding out his hand.
She hesitated.
”I’m fine, thank you.”
”You should have it while it’s still warm.”
She took it from him. Their fingers brushed.
“You’re half-human right?” She said as she took a bite.
”Yes.”
”So then what else are you?”
“It’s best if I don’t tell you. I do not think you would believe me.”
”I believed you were a cat,” she chuckled, facing him. “Try me.”
A small crumb was stuck on the corner of her mouth. He walked closer and she held her breath, looking at him.
“May I touch you, my lady?” He couldn’t help how raspy his voice sounded.
“Why is there something on my face?”
He nodded.
”I can get it.”
”I know but I want to do it for you,” he said, wiping it away with his thumb. She gasped, holding her breath. He moved his finger lower, unsure of how she would react. Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he wanted to push his finger between them. Instead he let his finger drag, brushing it against her bottom lip. It was so soft.
”Elora,” he said, leaning in closer. “I want to kiss you.”
”We should go,” she said, taking a step back. “We’ve stalled long enough.”
“I’m sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”
”No, not at all,” she said, abruptly. “I just have many things to do so we should get a move on.”
”Alright.”
She rounded on her heel, walking back the way they’d come from. Not once did she take his hand or look back at him.
Sahel stepped out into the yard, the grass warm beneath his bare feet. Servants were everywhere, hacking at weeds, digging up dirt with small, fat shovels; After they’d nearly kissed in the hallway, it had been about a ten-minute walk until they reached this place. She’d walked faster than him, making sure to keep distance at all times. Had he frightened her again?
She turned towards him. Sunlight fell against her face, turning her eyes a soft, honey color. He moved closer. Grey and gold flecked the outer corners of her pupils. He’d never noticed them when they were inside, but they made her all the more beautiful. His eyes moved lower, falling on her mouth again.
”And so that’s about all you need to know.”
Elora’s voice broke his train of thought.
“Hm?” He said.
”You were listening, right?” She asked. “About the farm and what I’d like you to do?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding.
She narrowed her eyes. Had she caught him?
”You will work with those men over there,” she said, pointing towards the men hacking at the weeds. “They’ve been working on it for weeks now and since you’re much stronger, you should have no trouble cutting them down.”
”Of course, my- your highness,” he said.
“If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask me. Right there's the door to the palace. If you go inside just ask one of the maids and they’ll escort you to my chambers,” she said, pointing behind him.
Across from him were two glass doors.
“It gets hot here so my servant, Bella, who also works out here will bring refreshments from time to time. Is there anything you need?”
”No thank you,” he said softly.
“Okay then I’ll be on my way.”
He stepped closer, nearly breaking the distance between them.
“I’m sorry.”
”It’s best if you don’t come any closer. I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea,” she said softly.
“I know, but I still am sor-“
”You don’t have to apologize. I’m not angry with you. Thank you for sharing the pastry with me. You were right, it was really good.”
“You're welcome.”
”I trust you’ll be alright?”
”Yes.”
She hesitated again, her eyes moving down to his mouth. Did she want him? Is that why she was acting this way? But then why not say it outright then? What was she so afraid of? He opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. She was already being so nice letting him stay here. It was best he didn’t overstep his boundaries.
“Please don’t cause me any trouble,” she said.
“Oh,” he said, failing to hide his disappointment. Was that all he was to her? A burden?
”I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant you’ve been a cat for so long that it can be hard to adjust to living with others. And,” she looked around. “Some of the men here can be a bit brash. If they say anything to you, please don’t pick fights with them.”
He nodded.
“I understand.”
“Then I’ll be on my way.”
She walked past him and he turned, watching as she pulled open the doors and stepped inside.
Rolling up his sleeves, he walked over to the spot she said he would be working.
“Hey man,” one of the servants said, raising his head. He wiped the sweat off his brow. “My name is Georgie.”
He held out his hand. Sahel took it. His grip was firm.
“And the two guys behind me are Ron and Bill.”
”Nice to meet you,” he said. “My name’s Sahel.”
”Sahel. That’s a cool name,” he said as he lifted his ax and swung it down onto the weeds.
“Man, these fuckers are bad this summer. We can’t seem to get through them.”
”Can I try?”
”Sure.”
Sahel grabbed the ax.
”You should take a step back.”
They moved away and he raised the ax into the air, swinging it down. The entire row of weeds split in half, dying in seconds.
“Whoa!” Georgie said. “How did you manage to do that?”
”Just luck I guess,” he said softly. ”Are there anymore?”
Georgie shook his head.
“That was the last of them. We can go inside now, thanks to you.” He said, clapping his back. He dropped his ax and his other friends followed him. He didn’t want to go inside yet. Then he would think about Elora. Instead he walked over to the women planting seeds across from him.
“Can I join?”
One of the women raised her head, her face flushing.
“Oh my god,” she said, turning to the woman beside her. “He’s so hot!”
The other woman agreed, giggling. He sighed, grabbing a handful of seeds from the bucket beside her and walked over to an empty patch of dirt. He looked around, spotting a shovel. Grabbing it, he knelt down and began digging, only stopping when it was deep enough. Then he grabbed some seeds and poured them into the dirt, before covering it with some of the dirt he’d dug up.
“Whose that?”
”I don’t know, but he’s really hot!”
He blew a curl from his face, moving to another patch of dirt.
“Water?” A soft voice asked behind him.
He raised his head, squinting against the sun. A woman was standing in front of him holding a platter full of glasses.
”Thank you,” he said, reaching up to grab one. He sniffed it. It didn’t smell like anything.
“It’s just water,” she said, softly.
He smiled. Living for so long as a cat had made him untrustworthy of everything.
”What’s your name?” She knelt down beside him.
“Sahel,” he said, taking a sip. The water was cool, refreshing.
“My name is Bella,” she turned her head and he followed. A group of men were standing a few miles away, staring at her. “Don’t mind them. They’ve been looking at me for weeks, but I’ve never talked to them.”
”Why not?”
She shrugged. “I just don’t find them cute. But you, you’re very handsome.”
He swallowed.
“Thank you but I’m…” he hesitated. He couldn’t say that he liked Elora. “I’m unavailable.”
“Oh? Are you with someone?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding.
”Well whoever she is, she’s one lucky girl!” She said, laughing softly.
He nodded, glancing over at the doors. Elora was talking to a man in a brown suit. He could only see the side of her face but she looked relaxed from the looks of it. She placed her hand on his arm as she laughed. He lowered his head, his heart twisting. She wasn’t his. He wasn’t hers.
“Are you alright?”
He looked up. Elora turned her head, looking at him. She bit her lip and despite the disappointment stinging his face, his cock hardened. I can’t let anyone see this. He pulled off his shirt, wrapping the front around the front of his pants, and typing the sleeves in the back.
More women gasped. Oh no, had he made them uncomfortable?
“Have I offended anyone?” He asked, looking at Bella.
“No, you’re just very handsome. Are you sure you’re with someone?”
He looked back over at the door. Elora was gone, thankfully.
“Yes.”
An hour passed by and he’d been able to plant almost all the seeds he’d taken. Bella had left to do her own work, which he had been grateful for. He liked her presence. She’d told him about her life before she moved here and how she had Elora. But he preferred to be alone. Wiping more sweat from his face, he reached for more seeds when suddenly, they flew up in the air, landing a few feet away from him.
“Oops sorry. I must have kicked them by accident,” a gruff voice said beside him.
He glanced up. A man was standing in front of him. He looked familiar, though he didn’t know why.
“It’s alright,” he said, standing up. “I’ll get them.”
“I see the ladies have taken a liking to you,” he said.
“Who?”
”Oh don’t pretend you don’t hear them! They’ve been ahhing and ooing ever since you stepped foot in this place.”
”I didn’t notice,” he said as he walked around and gathered up the seeds.
”Yeah, even when Bella walked over and started talking to you?”
Now he knew who he was. He was one of the guys Bella had shown him earlier. The one who had tried to hit on her.
“Look I don’t know what you think is going on but I don’t like Bella. I’m taken.”
”By who?”
”A woman.”
He knelt down back at his patch, reaching for his shovel. He stepped on his hand.
It didn’t hurt. It was just bothersome.
“I don’t believe you. You want Bella don’t you?”
He shook his head.
“You think you’re handsome just because she approached you?”
“No.”
”Answer me!” He stamped on his hand.
“Can you please move your foot?” He said, “I’m almost done planting my seeds-“
”You bastard,” he said. “I don’t know why that dumb bitch brought you out here with us.”
He stiffened.
“Who?”
“I wonder where she found you. Did she find you in some kind of whorehouse? That’s the only place I’d reckon she could find a handsome guy like you.”
”Are you talking about the Queen?”
”Who else?” He asked, laughing.
”Take it back,” Sahel ground out.
“Or what? Are you gonna go and cry to her like a little baby?”
He clenched his fist.
“Take it back.”
”Aw, do you like her? Is that why you feel the need to protect her?”
Sahel grabbed his ankle, digging his fingers into his skin.
“I. Said. Take. It. Back.”
”Whoa chill,” he said, taking a slight step back. Sahel tightened his grip, his fingers digging into his skin.
“Take it back.”
”What the hell? Why are you so strong!”
Sahel squeezed his ankle and the man cried out, trying to free himself. He tightened his grip further, blood splashing the side of his face as his foot exploded, flesh spraying everywhere. He screamed, his eyes widening as he hopped backwards on his good foot. Screams followed after and he shut his eyes, remembering what Elora had told him. Please don’t cause me any trouble. Well, he certainly had done just… that. But he couldn’t back out now. Not until he apologized.
“Take it back,” Sahel said, standing up.
The man staggered back, falling over. His left leg hung in the air, now just a mere stump. Sahel climbed on top of him, caging him in with his knees.
”Take it back.”
”O-okay, I’m s-sorry!” He said, tears welling in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to call her a bitch!”
”You didn’t mean to?” He wrapped his hand around the man’s throat. “That’s your way of apologizing? By saying you didn’t mean to? Do you expect me to believe it was just the slip of a tongue?”
”N-no,” he said, shaking his head. “I d-did! But I w-won’t d-do it a-again!
“Good.”
He climbed up off of him. All the servants were standing now, their faces pale.
“He’s gonna die,” one of them said softly. “He’s losing too much blood.”
Sahel’s head pounded. He stumbled back towards his patch, clutching his head. More sweat dripped down his face, and his ears began ringing. He pressed his hands into the dirt, trying to steady himself. Elora will be angry with me. She might not ever forgive me. He clenched his fist. He had just wanted to protect her, to show him how grateful he was that she’d saved him.
“Oh no, what happened?”
That voice… He lifted his head, the ringing in his ears intensifying.
“Elora…” he croaked. ”Elora…”
She ran towards the man laying on the ground, her face a sheet of white.
“How did this…” her voice trailed off as their eyes met. She moved over to him. “Are you alright, what happened?”
“I’m so sorry, my lady,” he said.
“What happened? Why is he…” she stopped, unable to say it.
“He called you a bitch.”
”What?”
”He called you a dumb bitch. I told him to apologize and he wouldn’t.”
“So you nearly killed him?!”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t let him disrespect you like that, my lady.”
She huffed.
”Come on, let's go inside.”
”Are you angry at me?”
She got to her feet, brushing the dirt from her dress. His highness. All dirty because of him.
“Come on.”
He nodded, placing his hand hesitantly in hers.
“Stay with him,” she said to one of the ladies kneeling beside the man he’d fought. “I’ll have one of the guards take him to the infirmary.”
”Got it, my lady,” she said, nodding her head.
”Can you walk alright?” She asked as she turned back towards him.
“Yes.”
”Okay come on.”
She’s angry with me, Sahel thought as they entered the palace. It was warmer here, which didn’t help with the sweat dripping down his face. He tugged on her sleeve gently and she rounded on her heel, her brown eyes fierce.
“What?”
”Please forgive me.”
”You exploded a man’s ankle!” She whispered. “And now I’m going to find a way to hide this from my father!”
Maids passed by, carrying platters of decadent desserts and meat pies. She sighed, rubbing her forehead.
”I told you that I didn’t need your protection.”
”But-“
”What even are you? How are you so strong?” She asked, her voice so low he could barely hear it.
”I’m half demon, your highness.”
“What?” She asked, her eyes widening.
She took a slight step back, then another. Trying to keep her distance from him, as though he were some monster. Tears welled up in his eyes and he blinked them away, but it was no use.
“I’m sorry. I’m no good to you here am I? You told me not to cause you any trouble but I did,” tears slipped down his face and he wiped them away, only for more to come. “And now I’ve lost the only person in my life who has ever shown me kindness.”
Elora’s eyes softened.
“No that’s not…”
”Should I leave?” He asked, choking on a sob.
”No,” she said, shaking her head. “No. I’m sorry, you were just trying to protect me. Even if you went about it horribly.”
”So what do you want me to do?” He said, moving closer. “Please tell me, my lady. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
She sighed, grabbing his hand.
“Come on. We should get you cleaned up.”
She turned around, leading him down the hall and through a set of doors.
“Are you still angry at me?” He asked, softly.
She sighed, stopping in front of a silver door. Turning the knob, she pushed it open and stepped inside, dragging him along with her. The room they were in was spacious. A bookshelf was up against the wall next to him, stacked with boxes of gauze, cotton pads, cotton swabs, bottles of medicine and other items. Right beside it, sitting against the wall, was a large metal table.
“Sit,” she said, rolling up her sleeves.
He did as he was told. Elora bent down and grabbed the bucket from the bottom shelf. She turned, walking over to the sink across from her. Placing the bucket inside, she turned on the tap, adjusting the water until it was warm enough.
“Can you answer me?”
She looked at him.
“No, I’m not angry with you.”
”Okay, I meant what I said earlier. If I’m only bothering you, I’ll leave.”
“And where will you go?” She asked, shutting off the tap. “You’ve been a cat for so long, you won’t survive out there on your own.”
”I’ll find a way.”
”No.”
She lifted the bucket out of the sink, moving over to him. Setting it down on the table, she walked back over to the bookshelf before she was in front of him again. Rolling her sleeves higher, she dipped a white rag into the water, wringing it until it was just slightly damp.
“Why did you take off your shirt?”
He untied the sleeves, letting his shirt fall off of his hips. His cock was so hard it had caused the fabric of his pants to nearly tear because of it. She sighed, patting the rag against the side of his face.
“I didn’t want to scare the other ladies, as you said.”
”Thank you,” she said, moving the rag lower. Her fingers gently brushed his cheek and he shivered, turning away from her touch. “Now tell me about your curse.”
”When I was ten, my father died. Since I was his only son, I was supposed to take over his throne but my uncle convinced my advisors to let him rule until I was old enough to understand the importance of leadership. They agreed and during his reign, he tried every way to get rid of me. Assassination, poison, treason, but nothing worked. Then one day, his wife came inside my chambers and tried touching me. When he found out, he was so angry he placed a curse on me and told the advisors that I was only to return once I found the true meaning of love. That’s why he made me a cat because he knew no one would ever show me kindness and I’d never be able to return.”
“But the curse is broken. Can’t you return now?” She moved the rag lower, her fingers brushed his throat.
”No. He made the curse very difficult, I’m afraid. Human compassion will break the curse on me but in order to regain my powers, a human has to fall in love with me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
”For being so angry with you earlier. Thank you for sticking up for me. You’re very kind.”
His heart fluttered at the praise.
“Do you mean that?”
”Yes.”
She wiped the blood from his throat.
“Did you like being outside?”
“No. I wanted to be with you.”
”List-“
”I know,” he said. “You made it clear to me already that you are not mine and I am not yours. But I only like you, my lady. My body yearns for you. The only time it’ll stop is if you say you don’t like me or if you’ve found another. I will respect that. But I want it to be me,” he said. His body was getting hotter. It felt as though he were laying on a bed of sand. “I want you to want me. I’ve been alone for so many years, waiting for someone to pick me up. To free me from this curse. No one ever did. Except you. And even after, all you have done is shown me kindness. I am forever indebted to you.”
”You don’t have to be,” she said, grabbing his hand. She pressed the rag against his knuckles. “I already told you that I-“
”But I want to,” he said. “I want to protect you. I want to love you. I’ve seen the way you look at me from time to time. What are you so afraid of?”
She bit her lip.
“I’m not afraid of anything.”
He reached up, tucking a curl behind her ear.
“Then let me kiss you. Please.”
They shouldn’t. She had tried her best to keep her distance from him. Nothing good could come out of this. But he’d made it so difficult! Reaching up, he slipped his fingers into her hair. His skin was feverish and she wondered if he was running a fever. Perhaps that’s why he was acting this way. He pushed her head closer, his grip surprisingly gentle.
“May I?”
It was no use in trying to deny it anyway. She’d liked him ever since he arrived.
“Yes.”
He pushed her head down, their mouths only inches from breaking the distance.
“Are you sure?” His voice sounded so strained, like he was holding himself back.
”Yes, I’m sure.”
He pressed his lips against hers. His skin was even hotter than when she’d first felt it, but it didn’t ruin the kiss. His mouth was full against hers, and soft as well. He deepened the kiss, tightening his grip on her hair. She reached out, placing her hands on his chest as she bit down on his bottom lip and he parted for her, letting her slip her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues met shyly, and she thought to pull away. This was the first time she’d ever kissed a man. What if he judged her lack of skill? Before she could, he wrapped his arm around her hips, pulling her tight against his body. He tilted her head, his licks becoming slightly rougher and she moaned, the sound slightly muffled. As a few moments passed, she started to understand what to do with her tongue, following his movements. His hand moved down to her butt, his fingers slightly digging. She whimpered, moving her hand from his chest down to his pants. His cock was hard against his fingers and she gave it a light squeeze, earning a soft grunt from him. Parting their lips, he pressed his forehead against hers. His eyes were darker than before.
“Elora, I don’t want to pressure you.” His voice was slightly rough. “But I need your help. My body hurts so much. I need you to touch me where you are now.”
She swallowed.
“I can do that. I just might not be good at it. I’ve never touched a man before.”
”It’s alright, I’ll help you,” he moved his other hand to the back of her neck, his fingers burning against her skin. “Just touch me, please.”
She nodded, pushing the sides of his pants open with trembling hands. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she slowly pulled it out. Her eyes widened. He was massive! Just the head alone was bigger than both of her hands combined. She rubbed the palm of her hand over it, her face flushing when he threaded his fingers through hers, moving her hand so it was underneath it.
“Wrap your hand around my cock,” he said.
She did.
“A bit tighter.”
“Okay.”
She tightened her grip.
“Now move your hand, slowly. Up and down, but twist at the top.”
She did, concentrating on keeping her grip firm. His fingers tightened underneath hers and he let out a shaky groan, his eyes darkening.
“Keep going.”
She nodded, glad that he was enjoying himself now. She rubbed her hand back and forth, making sure to twist at the top as he’d told her to. He was cleanly-shaven, his skin soft, smooth.
“Good,” he breathed, resting his head against the wall. “You’re doing so good, Elora.”
Heat filled her body. Gaining confidence, she moved faster. His hips bucked slightly. He was still letting her do most of the work. He slipped his other hand into her panties, stroking her clit with his thumb. She whimpered, pushing back into his hand. It felt good, so much better than she thought it would have. He rubbed slightly faster, matching the pace of his fingers with the pace of her hand.
“Put your mouth on it,” he said, softly. She licked her lips before she lowered her head, pressing her mouth against his tip. A drop of liquid dripped from the tip, tasting slightly salty. But she didn’t mind. Opening her mouth, she hesitantly licked the top, unsure if she was doing it right. She looked to him for guidance and he smiled, still rubbing her clit. “Lick the sides slowly. Then take me into your mouth, but keep your tongue down.”
She nodded. Turning her head, she licked up one side of his cock.His eyes lidded and he pushed another finger into her panties, directing this one at her seam. She gasped, losing her train of thought for a moment. He pushed just the tip of his finger inside of her.
“Isn’t the best angle,” he rasped out as she licked up the other side of his cock, moving from the bottom to the top. When she got to the top, she licked at it a few times, keeping her tongue flat as he’d instructed. Then she sucked him into her mouth. A gargled moan left her as her mouth stretched around him. And just his tip alone felt like it was too much! “Take your time, my lady. Please don’t rush.”
She groaned in response before lowering her head. More of his cock filled her mouth.
“Just like you did with your hand, move back and forth. Licking as you suck.”
You're terrible at instructions, she wanted to scold, but didn’t as he moved her hand from her panties and squeezed her butt instead. She began to move her head, slowly at first. His eyes lidded and she picked up the pace, making sure to keep her tongue flat. He rubbed his hand through the front of her underwear and she clenched her thighs as warmth filled her. He pressed more of his hand against her. She let out a soft moan as his cock began to swell inside of her mouth. She hurried a bit and he shook his head, grabbing her hair.
“I liked it that way,” he said, softly.
She moved her head slower and he groaned. More of his cock swelled up and he grunted as he released. Warm liquid filled her mouth and she moaned softly, before swallowing. He pulled his cock out, his eyes soft.
“Come here, my lady. Now it’s your turn.”
