by C. R Corbin
"Hey, by the way. You left last night and didn't come back until much later. Where were you?" asked Domon with a curious look at her, she began to turn red at the thought of what had happened.
"I...err, I went out to try and look for a way to escape but then I was caught and...yeah, that was basically it."
Kinu raises an eyebrow, "For nearly half the night?"
They told me that I needed to do work as punishment, on top of already being exhausted I think it worked well enough."
The two left the issue alone and she was grateful for it, she couldn't imagine the reactions that they would have if they heard that she had been fucking the king all night. And that was just it, she couldn't wrap her mind around what had happened.
Why had he done that? More importantly, why had she done that? Wasn't only the mate of the king supposed to be the one that would mate with him?
Did that mean that she was his mate?
What was it?
"Apparently a battalion is supposed to be stopping by today, they're getting something awarded so we'll probably have to show them to their seats and act all nice." Muttered Domon in a resentful tone, "Damn war heroes, thinking they're far better than us common folk."
"I wouldn't call us common, especially not you." Deadpanned Kinu.
"Shut it human!" barked Domon in resentment and Kinu merely sighed. "We still have more deliveries to make, let's leave her to it." Muttered Kinu as he signalled for Domon to follow him, the two made their way down the hill, leaving Saradi with the weeds.
She continued her work, occasionally glancing behind her to ensure that no one was sneaking up on her. It was usual Domon that tried to do it, it was usually some stupid prank of is like grabbing an ice cold bottle of water or something and placing it against the part of her back that was exposed. She would nearly kill him every time that she caught him and on occasion, Kinu, when he was also caught in the act after having gotten bored with his duties.
It is only when she hears the grumbling of many men that she turns to see a small crowd walking up the hill and her eyes widened.
It was the same battalion that had nearly wiped her entire platoon out.
There was a collection of men but one of them stood out amongst all the rest. He had a rather large blotchy scar on the right side of his face. She knew exactly who he was the moment she saw him because that was the same man that she had fired on during battle and had damaged as a result of it. She shot her rifle at near point-blank at his face and he had survived it apparently. After she had shot him he had disappeared into the crowd of soldiers that were making their way to her location.
And here they were, plain as day.
She grits her teeth and turns away, attempting to resist the urge to leap forward and take their heads off this instant for what they had done to her friends and fellow soldiers. They had slaughtered them like cattle and now they were simply marching along as if nothing had happened, with smug looks on their face as well.
She wanted to leap on top of one and claw their eyes out.
The gates open and she looks back to see them paying no attention to her and walking through the large wooden doors. She pricks at another weed and tosses it in the bucket before taking a moment to growl to herself and kick the post of the fence that was nearby. It was a painful thing, to watch as your enemies claimed their honor.
It made her sick, in fact.
"Hey, hey!" someone said to her.
She looked to her left and saw Domon who was waving his hand in front of her face.
"You alright?" he asks and she nods to herself, all while cursing inwardly.
"Just fine."
They finish their jobs and were assigned to, as they correctly guessed, to make sure that the troops were properly accommodated. This meant cleaning the meeting room that they were going to be in and delivering some small refreshments to them.
Unfortunately for Saradi, she was in charge of the refreshments.
And that meant that she had to be in direct contact with them.
And she swore if she heard one of them even insult her she would blow a gasket.
She walked in with glasses of Limuran tea and alcohol and handed it off to the various soldiers that had been lounging around in the main hall. Most of them take it without a word and simply eye her wearily, some of them try to scare her by snarling at her but obviously that never did work. The only one that she was nervous about was the man with the scar.
And when she handed him his drink he glared at her.
"I recognize you." He muttered and she shook her head.
"No you don't."
"Yes I do. You were the one on the battlefield."
She was out of her armor and in the normal shirt and pants that most of the servants wore, it was colored this dull grey color and she was surprised that he could recognize her. She hadn't shown her hair back then since she was wearing a helmet back then so all he had to judge her by were her eyes and mouth and it had been in the haze of battle.
But there was probably some other senses that the Rialans used to discriminate from human to human.
He surveys her and sniffs the air around her before leaning in and growling, he looked like he wanted to strangle her. She held onto one of the glass bottles just in case he tried to make a move.
"I should kill you where you stand human." He muttered and began to move to strike her.
Unfortunately for him, she was first.
Although she didn't strike him with enough force to significantly damage him, it was enough for her to distract him before she began to sprint out of the room. She looked back and saw him running at her, he had nearly caught up to her when a knife was implanted in the wall to her right, the knife was right in front of his face and he stopped in place to see that the king was the one who had thrown it. He glared at him and jabbed his finger at her, declaring:
"Why is the enemy in the keep my lord?! This is heresy!"
Koigo narrowed his eyes, "The war is over soldier. She is no longer a threat."
"She nearly blinded me!"
Koigo' eyes widened as he stared at the two of them. He sighed to himself and made a mental note to be more careful with the invitations next time. He didn't even know that these two had been involved in a conflict with one another. But really, how could someone track all of that?
Alas, now he had to contend with their conflict.
"And I'm sure that you killed some of her friends soldier. Are we going to hold onto grudges or move on?" Koigo asked.
The soldier scowled and much of his platoon rose in agreement with him, "We should kill her! That is what scum such as her deserves!"
Saradi looked game, in fact she was eyeing the knife that had been tossed into the wall, she pondered acting quickly enough to grab it and toss it in the direction of the bastard who had been accosting her. She swallows her pride for a moment and looks to Koigo, she knew if she acted now the it would likely result in her death but if they were going to attack her then so be it.
"She is a worker in my manor and I would suggest that you don't threaten her. You're threatening my judgement by extension." The king growled.
"You judged that a killer of our brothers was worthy of working here?" asked one of the men and Koigo shook his head.
"No-"
"That's it, kill her." Muttered one of the men to egg the blinded one on.
He rushes forth and unsheathes his blade, Saradi yelped and was about to move to duck under the swing but it never came. Koigo was in between them, one hand on her and the other on the soldier.
"That's enough!" he bellowed and the men suddenly began to cower. Even Saradi was in awe of how powerful his voice really was and the effect that it could have on others. The man that had drawn the weapon sheathed it and grumbled to himself before walking out the door.
Koigo made no move to stop him.
"Now if anyone else has an issue with this human working under me then please air your grievances now. I would rather get the
tension out of the way before we begin the ceremonies." Koigo declared.
Saradi stared at him in awe as the men began to quiet down and returned to their normal positions. The king looked like he was debating going after the one soldier that had left but he simply stood his ground and turned back to her, shaking his head.
"And you wonder if it could ever happen." He muttered as he holds out his hand to help her up from her spot on the floor.
She takes it and asks, "What do you mean?"
"Coexistence, the idea of man and Rialan living alongside one another."
She had to admit that she didn't think much of the idea but when he spoke of it she had faith in it. There was little doubt in her mind that he had complete faith in the idea and trusted humans, even if they didn't trust him back necessarily.
"Come, let's see if the hall is ready." He mutters and walks forward.
"That's twice now." She mutters to herself and he raises an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Twice that you've saved my life."
He says nothing and continues to walk.
The ceremony went by without error and she watched from the sidelines with Kinu and Domon, they had both done a fairly decent job of cleaning up the hall and getting ready. It was far more than she would have expected out of Domon of course, the fact that the man did any work at all was incredible. No wonder the Rialans wanted to have him killed.
But the air inside the room was so tense that she was surprised that things were as civil as they were.
It was when they cleared out that things took a turn for the worse.
"Your comrades were cowards." One of them said to her as they walked past her. Her group had just been waiting near the exits in preparation for their orders, not directly in the way of the exiting soldiers, she noted. One of them made a conceited effort to approach her.
And for that, she gave him a solid punch that nearly broke her hand and only annoyed him.
He glares at her and pins her to the wall by her neck and she attempts to kick free but then a force separated the two of them, albeit barely. It was Domon and although his best efforts were put forth, the were not enough and he was soon tossed across the floor. The soldier raised his hand to strike Saradi and she cringed in anticipation for its impact...an impact that never came.
Because the king had arrived once again, and this time he was not calm in the slightest.
He punches the man and sends him flying into the arms of his fellow soldiers who he roars at and orders them to leave which they quickly do. Saradi breathes a sigh of relief but not before the back of her shirt was grabbed by Koigo and she was dragged along.
"Hey! What are you-"
"Shut up." He growled out and she could feel the power of his voice reverberate through her bones, she could feel every bit of rage that was filling him.
She continues to struggle but with significantly less effort now. He takes her to his room and tosses her onto the bed, anyone that they passed along the way knew well enough to stay away from the pair of them. He tosses her onto the bed and glares at her.
"What in the name of my ancestors do you think you're doing?" he asks her calmly.
She averts her gaze, "He insulted my comrades, told me that they were cowards."
"And you let him get to you?" the king jabbed and she flinched.
"Well what was I supposed to do?!" she demands of him and he shakes his head, "Was I supposed to just ignore that? To just let it go?"
"Yes!" he yells, "That's exactly what you're supposed to do! Peace doesn't exist without you taking some abuse and giving some back, it exists because we can tolerate that for the greater good, we can tolerate it until change occurs and we no longer feel the need to jab at one another all day!"
"Fuck tha-" she starts but he is on top of her before she could say anymore.
And from the look in his eyes she didn't know whether she should've been excited or scared.
Or both.
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CHAPTER TEN
He grabs her and holds her down, his lips quickly dropping to meet her's as she moaned into his mouth, her hand wrapped around the back of his head and pulls him in to deepen the embrace and they stay locked, groaning into one another as he runs his hands over her sides and her chest.
She stares up at him, biting her lip in anticipation before another insult comes his way.
"Brute." She muttered before he grabs her and begins to kiss her once more, pecking at her neck and her collarbone, both movements cause her to moan profusely and she shivers underneath him as her hands wrapped around his arms and pulled him in even closer.
He lifts her shirt and tosses it aside before wrapping his mouth around her breasts and suckling her. He tugs on her nipples and rolls his tongue against her mounds and whips the tip of it against her nipples. She shivers as her thighs rub together and she attempts to push him so that he would be on the bottom instead.
He only looked at her with amusement when she tried that movement.
He continued to peck at her mounds before finding his way downward towards her womanhood. He could already detect the arousal that was coming from her and her thighs were likely slick at this point. His assumptions were proven correct when he slipped her pants off and stared at her bare skin, the scars were harsh but made her more attractive in his mind and her womanhood was a dull pink, there was more of that fluid that he adored so much coming from her entrance.
"Don't stare!" she protested as he spread her thighs and glared at her.
"I do what I please. Especially since this is your punishment." He growled and she hung her head in begrudging agreement.
He orders her to turn onto her hands and knees and when she doesn't comply he simply spanks her once which forces her to move in accordance with him. She flips and presents her backside to him, her breath was ragged and his fingers were near her entrance, he was ready to take her.
He slips a hand into her from behind, forming his fingers into something akin to a fork formation as they delve into her womanhood. Her wetness spreads as he savors the lust that he felt on the tips of his fingers, she bites her lip and grabs the headboard of his bed and nearly screams her head off but stops right before she could reach that point.
He begins to spank her soon after.
"Ow! What was that for?!" she hollered and he glares at her.
"Do you apologize for what you have done?" he asks her.
She growls, "No! I was-"
And then another slap on her backside comes and she yelps in both pain and arousal as the speed of his fingers increases inside of her.
She gasps and places her head against his sheets as she felt herself clenching him, her thighs tightened around his hand as he slides his finger into her depths and hooks them downwards.
She shivers and the juices begin to drip down his arm and fall onto his knees as he slipped himself against her and pressed his fingers into that swelling bud of flesh that was in her depths now. He pulls out of her and she pants, he looks at him as he stands there with his cock near her entrance. The tip of it was sliding against her clit ever so slightly.
"Please." She begged him and he decided to gloat.
"Please what?" he asks her and she frowns.
"Please!"
"Please what?" he asks her yet again with a wide smile and she scowls as she gets to her feet and grabs him, attempting to pull him down but he merely pushed her back down onto the bed without so much as a flinch regarding her movements.
She wanted him so badly, she was so desperate for another orgasm. The last one that he had just given to her had been one of the greatest things that she had ever felt. Never in her entire life did she think that a man could do this to her, that a man could arouse that sort of pleasure within her heart until now, until she had met him and had felt what he could do for her.
And he wanted so much more from her.
She clenches her teeth and begs him, she bows her head and he looks at her with unamused eyes. She was
desperate now she didn't know what he wanted, she knew nothing of what he wanted from her.
"I'm sorry for what I did, I'll be good from now on. Please, just please, I need it." She whimpers and he grabs her before lifting her off of the bed and pushing her against the wall, he was behind her and a hand reached around to grab her breast while the other arm looped around her body to hold her in place as he slid into her backside from behind. She grits her teeth and shakes her head in reaction to him, quivering and nearly screaming as she felt his tip spread her open.
She was in a state of euphoria that she hadn't thought possible.
Her nails slide along the walls as she looked back to see him there. He was a wall of muscle, his teeth barred and his horns glimmered as that short black hair of his drifted back and forth as he slid into her. She shivers and her eyes shut as she felt herself begin to clench around him just as one of his fingers traveled towards her clit to tease it as he thrusted into her. He pinches her nipples and rubs her clit and she can only moan louder as her ponytail becomes undone and her short black hair waves back and forth against her neck.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she begins to shout.
"Yes, yes, oh stars you are perfect. My mate..." he trailed off and she just barely caught the last two words that he said.
His mate....
But her thoughts were cut-off once he thrusted into her once more and caused her to nearly scream.
She shuts her eyes and she feels herself tighten around him as the long ropes of seed scatter over her walls, covering her in his lust. Her walls clenched around him once again and she could feel the beads of sweat cross her eyebrow as she felt her juices gush out onto his member. His throbbing manhood pulled out of her, leaving a long rope of their lust, the ridges on the side of it were swollen and she knew she could feel the ridges on his shaft slide against her walls, it had driven her nearly mad with pleasure.
And here she was, on the floor of his room, looking up at him and panting.
