I can’t help but scratch my head at how unpredictable she was. Where are we going when I only just woke up? Not only do I stink, I probably smell like alcohol, morning breath and I probably smell like a wet dog. Even my clothes smell because I’ve been wearing them all day yesterday. "We're leaving? Huh? Where to? Aren’t you on house arrest since your father is still looking for us —" Ahbaya looked at me and shook her head in disappointment, cutting off my litanny. She clicked her tongue and leaned closer only to pat me on the cheeks like a wounded dog. "Didn't you understand? Maybe your brain is still asleep." She even pointed at the luxurious watch nailed on the top of the wall. “Maybe the coffee is not enough?” Again with the insults. If I understood her, would I be asking the questions then? Of course not. “Your highness, if I understood you, would I be asking?” I answered a bit more politely than what I expected. “Besides... Where are we going?" She crossed her arms against
Passing through the Southern Kingdom’s gates, the exhilaration builds up inside me. All the weight of anxiety comes to its peak while the coachman passes through the final checkpoint guarded by armed soldiers. Not betas, hybrids or anything like the Northern Kingdom. The first to the last gates are guarded by soldiers and witches. Warlocks, powerful ones. With their magic, a cloud enters our carriage and with the cloud passing upon us, grazing our skin — the guards could tell what we are. The cloud continued to glide on our belongings, checking whether or not we were bringing something illegal. “Villagers from the South! Two merchants and traders inside! A man, a woman and their coachman. A hybrid gamma!” Upon entering, the deafening scream of the warlock announced to the men behind him. "Let them pass! Open the gates!" He looked at the coachman, their muffled conversation unheard by Ahbaya and I. “How exciting, right?” She smiled at me, her voice reeking of excitement, and hints
Through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, numerous vendors roam the streets holding gigantic paper mache masks and people purchase them and wear them above their heads. In the center of the Kingdom, the air holds in it sweet, decadent and savory scents of nearby stalls, kiosks and restaurants. I close my eyes, lavishing the sweet and warm smell of slightly burnt bread and melted chocolate. “Smells delicious.” I moaned with a smile on my face as Ahbaya dragged me somewhere to eat. “You want to check the Bakery after?” I gave her a smile. “Only if you want to.” With a laugh, she dragged me a little further down the main road — the center of the Kingdom where a restaurant called Tylex stands between a crossroad. A funny looking restaurant that offers a variety of foods from the three Kingdoms. The moment the two of us entered the place, my stomach began to rumble from the scent of grilled meat, baked cheese and mushrooms. Freshly baked savory bread, a scent that leaves someone
My head was spinning and my throat felt rough to swallow against. The Southern Kingdom was known for its beautiful summer breeze. But Ahbaya and I were journeying towards the Notide Valley where the sun’s rays were unforgivable, shining down on us directly. Only if I knew that sightseeing would be this troublesome, I would’ve stayed inside the Bloodmoon’s mansion. Yes she’ll give me head until she sucks every single life out of me — pun intended — but I won’t be this sweaty. This time, I admit it’s my fault. I should’ve accepted her offer to let one of the gammas drive us around. Instead I chose to travel the old fashion way – by walking. How stupid!Something cool pressed against my cheeks, and I sighed in relief at the feeling.“Here, have some water.” Ahbaya opened the water bottle for me before handing it over. “You look like you’re about to die.”As the icy water hits my lips, and throat I can’t help but moan. My eyes were tightly closed as we walked on the sidewalk in the stre
No one deserves to be in this kind of situation. Whatever was around my wrists and ankles gleamed silver. I could practically hear my skin sizzle from the metal around it. My skin was on fire, and it felt like a boulder was sitting on my chest. Every breath I took shot more pain to my hazed brain. Everything twisted and warped. The cave was dark, I couldn’t actually see anything. Hard to see with one bloody eye. I opened my eyes, trying to get rid of the blood by shaking my head. It only made my vision more blurry. The wound on the right side of my head pulsates, the blood oozing. “Shit.” I shut my eyes, trying to not think about the piercing and throbbing ache. I tried to move and couldn’t. More pain lashed up my ribs when I tried to stretch my arms. My wrists stung the most, and I couldn’t move my hands. Or my feet. Harsh breaths wheezed in and out of my nose, trying to fill my lungs. I can hear the men who beat me mercilessly laughing as they finish writing the letter to send A
It took a whole minute for me to realize where I was. White sheets, soft blankets and pillows. Red curtains draped on the huge windows. And the familiar Bloodmoon family crest is engraved on the robe around me. “You’re awake, good.” A familiar voice pierced my senses, making me turn my head, pain shot up my spine. “Fuck…” “Don’t move, Yael Osos. You’re so beaten up we all thought you were dead.” Emery had the heart to joke yet his face remained stoic as a statue. “Though you are close to dying the moment we got you out of that cave.” With a heavy breath, I opened my eyes and waited for my vision to become clear. There he was, grotesquely tall. Muscled body. Amber hair. “I remember.” I answered, trying to remain as still as I could. Every move I made sends a sharp pain throughout my body. Those damned hybrids from the Bluemoon pack and bears from the Bear pack really fucked me up. I lifted my hands and palmed my neck, trying to cup a feel of the Collar of Ballantine's. It wasn't th
Ahbaya, she killed them all. When Emery and I arrived at the hind end of the mansion, I couldn’t believe my eyes and thought I was hallucinating. A dungeon. Not just any dark dungeon for some kinky master’s collection. A dungeon meant to punish someone who had been on her ‘naughty list.’ For all I knew I could’ve been dreaming. And my dream was a twisted, upside down, crazy, side of her. Crazier than I’d thought she’d ever be. Ahbaya’s body shook from the adrenaline as she lashed, transformed and attacked the men who held me as hostage. Peter stood up but quickly fell over, his back hitting against the wall when Ahbaya pushed him, breaking his back. “Ahbaya.” I breathed out her name, trying to make sense into her brain. I’ve seen her kill people. But not in this light. “Meliodas Bluemoon.” Her beautiful eyes were clouded with bloodlust. “What about him?” “Don’t hurt him.”Behind me, I heard Emery snicker, amused by my odd request. “A foolish request.” Ahbaya who gave the last k
“Fuck me.” Shivers run down my spine after hearing Ahbaya’s sultry voice. Tempting me. I placed my hand under her waist and held her close and tight. I turned us around until I was on top of her and she was trapped under me. “All in good time.” I nibbled at her ear and she moaned. My lips sent light kisses on her cheek, on her forehead until I locked my lips with her. My hands send ghostly touches to my back, her long nails pressing against my skin, digging as she begged me to do something. “Move.” Her fingers interlaced on my hair then she pushed me down. She guided me until my lips touched her belly button. Seeing her glistening eyes, sweaty body and hair sticking on her forehead is all part of my sexual fantasies these past few days. They say fantasy is better than reality, but if their reality was Ahbaya pleading for her cunt to be licked — I’d tell them they’re insane. “Get on with it.” She hissed. So demanding. I lowered myself until my head was between her legs, and when