Jakov was stunned by Andrija's bluntness. Rarely, if ever, did Andrija question his decisions. There was something about the way he'd said it all--a challenge perhaps? His brother had never thought to issue one before, why now? It hit him then. "Andrija, you have feelings for her."
When Andrija didn't immediately deny this charge, Jakov saw red. A jealous rage swept through him. He wanted to hit something, anything, preferably his brother. "You are not to be in her presence. Am I clear?"
"Why? Are you afraid that I will let her go? That I will not make her live like an animal? That I will not do to her what so many other men have tried? Are you truly that concerned that I may free her?"
"No, brother, I am afraid that you will never let her go." He turned and stormed out of the room, needing fresh air to clear his mind. Dijana had been such a shock to his system that he could no longer think as a king should. And it was clear that his advisor was in no condition to advise on the situation.
Chapter Three
Dijana tugged on the chains that held her wrists and ankles. She could move only a tiny bit and wasn't strong enough to break them. Something had slammed down hard on her, forcing her power into a painful state of submissiveness. It needed to be free. She needed to be free. As weak as she was, she'd never be able to break the restraints and handle all of the guards. She had more guards surrounding her than the pyramid of Thoesia, Hafaco's greatest high priest's home. Apparently, the king thought she was a flight risk. He was correct.
The guards stared at her, with her legs spread and breasts in the air, but didn't say a word. She couldn't recall a time in her life when she'd been more humiliated. Once she'd caught her own hair on fire while trying to mix a remedy for stomach aliments, but that didn't even compare.
The mortification of being chained to the king's bed created an endless flow of unshed tears. They welled in her eyes, waiting for an opportune moment to be free. The door to the room opened and her breath caught in her throat. Jakov would surely claim her as a husband did a wife. Biting her lower lip to keep from crying, Dijana tried to see past the wall of guards before her.
"Leave us," a husky voice said.
The guards looked at one another and then turned to go. Andrija moved past them and stared down at her. His brows met and he shook his head. "I am sorry. I did not know that he would behave this way."
The dam broke loose and her tears fell down her cheeks. "He's an animal. How can you stand to serve him?"
"I do not serve him. He is my brother."
The resemblance was undeniable. How she had missed it before was unknown to her. Andrija's hair was as black as Jakov's and he too wore it in a long braid. He did not dress in the fancy red robes that Jakov did, but rather, just a dark green wrap around his waist. A gold snake piece of jewelry fastened his wrap closed, and a matching snake band wrapped around his upper arm. He was so modest in comparison to the king, and she found that oddly comforting.
Andrija took another step toward her and reached his hand out. She thought at first that he was about to free her, but when he touched her breast, she knew otherwise.
"You seek to pierce me with your serpent as well? I've done nothing to you. Just let me leave ... please."
"Shhh," he hushed, sitting on the bed next to her. He caressed her breast gently and rubbed his finger over the ring in her nipple. "Do you wish for me to remove these?"
What she wanted was for him to set her free. That didn't seem too likely to happen. The fact that he seemed concerned with her well-being could play to her advantage. She batted her eyelashes and wiggled beneath his touch. If she had to use sex to free herself, then she would. And, the satisfaction of knowing that Jakov wouldn't be the one taking her virginity made it all worth it.
He tweaked her nipple again and his nostrils flared. Her body responded to his touch. Shivers of delight spread like wildfire through her body and she jerked on her chains. "Ahh, Andrija ... please...."
"Please what? Please let you go?" he asked with something close to sadness in his dark eyes.
Dijana spoke without thought. "No, please touch me again."
Andrija dropped his head and took her nipple into his mouth. His tongue darted in and out of the gold ring, flickering over her erect nipple, causing her to pant under his touch. She tried to reach out to free his hair from his braid, but could not. The chains confined her. Andrija slipped his other hand between her legs and cupped her shaved mound. She cried out as he rubbed a sensitive spot between her folds. "Ahh ... what...?"
He lifted his mouth from her breast. "You are so wet, and your clit is so responsive. How is this so? It is swollen already and I have but barely laid my hands on you. You are a rare find, Dijana, rare indeed."
He rubbed faster and she dug her heels into the bed, trying to hold off something big that threatened to consume her. Andrija slid a finger into her channel and she bucked under his touch. Never before had anything crossed that threshold and now all she could think about was having more put inside her. She contracted around him, her vaginal muscles fighting against the intrusion, as the rest of her basked in the glory if it.
Andrija withdrew his finger quickly and stood, leaving her body in a state of arousal. "I must go. Jakov has forbidden me from being in your presence for this very reason. He sensed that I am drawn to you and he will not share you."
"He shares his other women?"
"Yes. His harem is often offered to the service guards who have performed well in battle. Jakov often watches as the women perform various acts of sex on the men. Often, the women will drop down and pleasure him while the other guards are fucking in the same room. I have not, as of yet, participated in one of his group sessions but I must admit, they do look intriguing--especially now that he has something I desire."
Dijana gulped. "I am to be offered to the guards?"
Andrija shook his head and glanced quickly toward the door. "Someone approaches. I shall steal in to see you as soon as I can."
Tears ran down her cheeks. "Take me with you, please."
"I cannot. At least not yet," Andrija said, reaching into his wrap and pulling out a small cloth. He unfolded it quickly and leaned down to her. He pressed a tiny morsel of something close to her lips.
"What is it?" she asked, unsure if he was trying to poison her or not.
"Niloticaou."
Her eyes widened. The fruit of niloticaou was illegal to possess. As healers, they were often raided by the guards for stashes of it, and if they found it, death was often the punishment. It was said to hinder a woman's ability to conceive, at least for short periods of time, allowing women to be as free with their sexuality as they wished without the worry of creating a child. The women of Hafoca were not permitted to be free with their sexuality, not unless a man said it was okay to do so. "No, you could be killed for having that."
He smiled. "It is from the king's personal stock. He feeds it to his harem so that he does not impregnate anyone of a lower caste, and so that the guards he allows to fuck them do not create bastard children." He looked toward the door. "I must go now! If you eat it, no one will be able to get you with child right away."
The idea of being forever tied to the king because she held his child within her womb terrified her, but the thought of him allowing his guards to pleasure themselves with her body and creating a life scared her even more. She lifted her head and took the morsel from Andrija's hand. Its bitter taste was hard to accept and for a moment, she feared that she'd vomit.
"I must go," Andrija said, backing quickly into the shadows.
Chapter Four
Jakov pushed on the door to his chamber and did his best to remain calm. His earlier run in with Andrija had left him with the urge to kill something, anything. He'd never felt such raw hate, such jealousy before. Being over five-hundred years old and immortal, he'd slept with hundreds upon hundreds of women. One of his greatest pleasures was to stroke his cock or fuck a harem girl from behind while he watched the other women being mounted by sev
eral men. But now, the thought of any other man touching Dijana drove him mad.
Is she truly my chosen one? My mate?
He stepped into the room and found Dijana spread eagle on his bed. Large gold chains attached to shackles on her wrists and ankles. The scrap of material that had covered her sex was gone, leaving him a view of her pussy spread open. His cock jerked and ached to be buried in her. Instantly, he was hit with guilt for having had her chained to his bed. She was so strong willed that she would not let him have her any other way.
The rise of the red moon was a week away and if he did not create an heir prior to that time, he would never have one. That meant something to him. He wanted a child--a son who was of noble blood and who would one day rule his kingdom. If he was lucky enough to fill Dijana's womb with his child, then she would forever be responsive to his seed, allowing for the possibility of more children. And, just maybe, she'd be happy too.
Seeing his blonde goddess of a wife spread out, her bronzed skin glistening and her pussy opened to him was too much. Jakov ripped the robe from his body and unfastened his wrap quickly. He needed to be buried in her. To make her his. Always. Forever. She'd come to love him, he hoped.
Love? Why do I care if she loves me?
Dijana stared up at him, her blue eyes wide. "Don't do this, please."
"You are my wife, and if I want to place my cock within you, I will."
The muscles in her neck moved as her gaze ran down the length of him. She licked her lips and he knew then that regardless of how much she pretended to dislike him, she desired him. "You want me." He took a deep breath in. The shifter side of him kicked in and the bull wanted to surface, wanted to claim her for its own. "I can smell your desire for me."
She shook her head no, but the cream running down from her parted nether lips said yes. He climbed onto the bed and bent down to draw in her scent. This was his mate, his wife and the smell of her cream drove him wild. The urge to fuck her was great. He wanted nothing more than to plant his seed in her and watch it grow.
Jakov placed his head between her parted thighs and ran his tongue out and over her pussy. His insides tightened and his chest felt heavy. Having never experienced desire in its purest form, he was out of control and on the edge of shifting. Taking her in bull form could tear her in two if she was not prepared for it and he'd never forgive himself if harm came to her.
Inserting his tongue into her dark passageway, he slid it in and out, fucking her with his mouth. She jerked against the chains as tiny moans escaped her lips. Cream continued to flow from her body and when he glanced up and met her gaze, he saw that she was in a state of full lust as well.
"More," she whispered. "I want more."
Jakov nibbled gently at her swollen clit and smiled into her pussy as she screamed out in ecstasy. She came with such a jolt that he feared she'd hurt herself, still being tied to the bed. He wanted to release her, but he had no choice but to mount her and take her, over and over again until his seed took and his heir came to be. No. She had to remain chained. The future of Braluse was at stake. He would take her and make it as wonderful for her as he could.
Jakov pushed his face into her more, letting her cream cover his chin as he stimulated her clit. She pulled on the chain and came again, this time so hard that he felt her vaginal muscles contracting near his face. She was a wild one and he would be the one who tamed her--or would that be the other way around?
Leaning up, he grinned as he watched her face flush. "You enjoyed that. Did you not?"
"Mmmhumm," she murmured.
"Do you wish for me to enter you now?"
Her head snapped up. "Your serpent's too big. It'll break me in half!"
He chuckled and was shocked to hear that. As king, he wasn't known for laughing. Somehow, this fiery goddess before him had brought laughter into his life. "I know you will like it once I am in you. All women do."
Clicking his fingers, he summoned the guards to step forth. "Bring me three harem women, now!"
"Yes, my king."
Dijana jerked hard on her chains. "Let me up! I've no desire to watch you bed other women ... you, you king!"
The harshness in her voice took him by surprise. For a woman who claimed to hate him, she sounded incredibly jealous to him. He smiled, knowing that this could play in his favor. He would fuck the other women before her. Show her that women did indeed enjoy the feel of his cock and then she just might be jealous enough to demand he show her the same pleasures.
"You shall watch and see how they beg for my cock then you will do the same."
Dijana glared at him. "Touch them and I assure you that I will never remain here with you. I'll get away as soon as I can, and you'll never find me. For now that I have seen you and you have drunk of my nectar, I will have the power to keep you away."
His eyebrows went up. Could it be that she would not forgive him if he placed his cock within another woman? Would she really defy him and leave at first chance? It could not be so. Hafoca women, regardless of what tribe they were from, understood that their men were insatiable and that they required many women to satisfy their needs. Even with her Sabian upbringing, she should have understood that he would spend many, many nights away from their bed, seeking comfort with other women.
The door opened. The harem girls entered quickly, each naked and covered in Geranium oil, and nothing else. The sweet rose-like smell filled the room as they came to him. Hands touched him everywhere, all at once. He tipped his head back to let them please him.
"You disgust me, you ... you ... bestia!" Dijana shouted.
Being called a beast by Dijana in their native tongue stung more than he would have guessed. Even though the harem girls were well versed in his likes, they no longer seemed to satisfy him. One dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. The feel of her hot lips pressed around his cock did little for him as he watched Dijana's blue eyes grow cold. He had misjudged her. She would not be jealous enough to give in to him. She would forever hate him.
Jakov pushed the harem girl off his cock and stepped toward the bed. The harem girls attempted to follow him. Their sole mission in life was to please him so he could not fault them for trying; however, the risk of isolating Dijana was too great. She was the first woman in over five hundred years that had stirred feelings of desire and love in him. He could not lose her now.
"Leave us!" he shouted.
"But, my king, we have not made you come yet. We have not drunk of your sweet come or rubbed our bodies with our joined cream."
He twisted and gave the one who'd dared to question his order a menacing look. "I said leave!"
"No," Dijana said. "Really, have them stay and let me go. I can't stand to look at you, let alone the thought of you touching me now."
"You did not seem to mind me touching you a moment ago."
She laughed and sounded oddly scary. "That's because my body had been left in a state of yearning. I needed someone to ease my pain--end the suffering that had been caused by his touch. You just happened upon me. Consider it your lucky day, King."
Jakov's body itched to shift into the bull as rage ran though his veins. "Who dared to touch you?"
Dijana's eyes widened. She shook her head and pulled on her restraints. "No one.... I didn't mean that. It slipped out. I was angry."
She was trying too hard to convince him that it was a mistake for him to believe her. Someone had touched her in a way that had made her yearn for release and when he found out whom, he'd kill them. "Tell me who dared to lay his hands on you. Was it one of my guards? I shall put him to death you know."
She glared at him. "I said it was no one. Why does it matter anyway? You let a woman take your serpent into her mouth right before your so-called wife. Would you like to watch another man take me into his mouth, run his tongue along my sex?"
"No." His nostrils flared. "I would rip him in two."
Dijana laughed wickedly. "Not if I had ordered you to be chained like an animal to the bed."
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Jakov climbed onto the bed and crawled over her. His cock should have been dormant in his state of anger. Instead, it was fully erect. He moved between her thighs and positioned the head of himself near her entrance.
"Get off me," she huffed.
Her sex oozed cream and her hips swayed under him of their own accord. "Tell me that you do not want me to bury my cock in you and I shall think about leaving you."
Dijana opened her mouth to protest and he used that opportunity to plant his lips over hers. A bitter taste greeted him at first. It was oddly familiar, but he couldn't place it. As quick as it came, it left to be replaced by her sweetly warm and extremely kissable mouth. He kissed her hard and heavy until he was left no choice but to come up for air.
The head of his cock slipped slightly into her opening. Her eyes were heavy with desire and it was she who initiated the next kiss. Biting his lower lip gently, she made him growl in delight. He drove into her and moaned as he felt her maidenhood tear away. She was his. He'd been the only man who'd claimed her.
Dijana cried out below him as he slammed his cock into her. Her body was so much smaller than his was that he was afraid he'd crush her or harm her since she was still chained to the bed. He continued to slide in and out of her as he reached for her wrist. Undoing the lock on her shackle, he freed one of her hands. Instantly, she had it wrapped around his body, clinging to him as he rode her.
Jakov worked her other arm free and she held him as he took pleasure in the tight, hot vat of her pussy. "You feel so good, my queen."
"Ahhh ... there, right there ... yes, yes ... harder ... harder...."
The beasts within him roared to the surface, each fighting for supremacy. The eagle wanted to take her and fly with her as he continued to fuck her, and the bull just wanted to ride her until he could ride her no more. A sharp pinching sensation hit his back and he knew that his wings had sprouted. The tingling in his lower region signified that the bull had won out over that area.
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