Chapter 3 - Some Like the Change in Location

 

~ Lucien ~

“Ahhh...ahhh!”

The moans of my current bed partner were as loud as any buzzing bee in my ears. It was a delightful sound, but still less appetizing than I thought it would be.

“Oh yes, yes!”

She wasn’t faking her moans, but I sure as hell am. Heck, everything about this woman seemed right. Her delicious curves, her straight hair the color of sand, her dark lashes, bee-bitten lips and her ample bottom that was currently pressed against my groin. I should have been aroused minutes ago, but still...

“Fuck,” I cursed, pushing my hips more to penetrate my cock deeper inside her. Maybe, if I could just quicken the rhythm, I might reach my craved orgasm. I might not toss this beautiful courtesan out of my door brokenhearted. But...

“Ahhhh! Yes! Yes!” she seemed to be enjoying my dog-style fucking though. She screamed hard again and again until I felt her fluids coat my shaft.

It was my cue to extract myself. Nope, even quickening the rhythm didn’t help me at all.

“You’re so good, Your Highness,” she crooned while positioning herself supine.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to her, blocking out her voice. I felt her move, and then the mattress on my side dipped. She sat right next to me, wrapping her hand around my still-erect shaft, and then gave me a seductive grin.

“And for that, let me give you a licking.”

Only a fool wouldn’t understand what that meant.

Before she could kneel in front of me, though, I stopped her, gripping her shoulder. I wanted some release, a big one, but not with her help. Not with any of my mistresses’ help, even.

“Stop it. You can go now.”

“But Your Highness, you’re still so stiff!” She looked at me thoroughly worried. Or maybe thoroughly worried for herself. I had heard of rumors in the palace that women were betting on who would successfully give me a good fuck. Their chest full of jewelries was the payment. Crazy women.

But I’d say they all should pay me up instead, not with jewelries but with their lives, because none of them would win. I was pretty sure of that.

“I’ll address that myself. Now go! Shoo!” I snapped at the courtesan. I hadn’t even bothered to know her name.

With a disheartened face, she scurried away into the door like the previous woman, unclothed, and with her bare back exposed.

“Shit.” I stood up, not bothering to wrap myself with the bed sheet at all. “Why do I even put myself in this situation?”

This room I am in now was for the king’s use only. Me. But it was only second to my main chamber, the chamber where no one could come and share a bed with me. In there, any living soul would die if they so much as stepped inside without my permission. I called it my sanctuary. The only place I could peacefully sleep without worrying about the kingdom’s problems.

In there, I also have a door. A secret door that would lead me to the quickest way towards my kingdom’s sorcerer; the second person, aside from Guillard, who knew of my forbidden travels, which, by the way, was already time.

Yes, finally.

So after entering the shower and jerking off there, I donned my tunic and pants, and headed for my main chamber.

“Aenid, are we good?” I asked once I arrived. His lair looked the same as any typical sorcerer in my land. There were potions here and there, a cauldron in a corner, while some empty bottles and books in the other. What showed a certain difference in this place were his interior walls. It was actually made of stone, since his chamber was housed in a stone cave that connected the palace.

“Yes, Your Highness. The bridge is ready for your travel,” Aenid replied, making a bow as I passed him. He was an old man with a long, gray beard that he never trimmed. Gentle and genuine, he was like a father to me, but like I needed a father. He held a scepter that boasted a silvery black stone on its tip—a stone that was exclusive only to Zaxonian land. My land. This didn't give him any power. He already had it since birth. The stone only amplified it.

“Good.” I was more than pleased. It had been weeks since I left that place and I certainly wanted to go there now.

“You know what to do, Aenid,” I said once I submerged myself in the pool of silvery water already available inside his cave.

“Be safe on your travel, Your Highness. I’ll see you in a few days,” he answered and then raised his scepter up to summon the mystical energy in the waters that soon immersed me.

Everything turned black after that. The next thing I knew, I was in a different world. The world of the humans, to be exact. They called it Earth. I called it my respite.

“Mr. Ozric, welcome back. How was your trip in the Bahamas?” a woman’s voice asked me once I exited the private elevator.

In my flat, located on the top floor of my building, was where I was transported by Aenid. Right after that, I went to my walk-in closet to change into new clothes that would fit the environment. It wasn't something I was very fond of, but my Zaxonian clothes were too flashy for the people of this world. Damn, ignorant fools.

I studied the office space in front of me together with the middle-aged woman standing next to her secretary desk—Mrs. Agatha, my ever-dependable employee who wore reading glasses and granny clothes.

What did she just say again? Ahh, Bahamas.

But huh! Bahamas, my ass. She doesn’t even know that she is talking to a man from another world.

“Good,” was my scarce reply. I crossed the sterilized space, turned right, and then strode straight to my office door. I heard her little feet scurrying to follow me.

“Do you want to rest first or should I tell you the updates since you left, sir?” she chirped from behind me, no doubt with a pen and paper and a scheduler in hand.

I smirked a little, amused at how fast she was with picking up my leftovers from my last visit.

“Tell me everything that happened while I’m away, Agatha,” I said while opening the door and strolling inside.

“Well,” she started and I instantly readied myself for the business litany to follow. “Your stock shares are increasing. They quadrupled since that controversial businessman became president.”

I scoffed at that. 

“There was a call for you from the Matsomoto Japanese Shipping Company. They said they agree with your conditions. They’ll be sending the contract this afternoon for your signature. ”

A faint smile appeared on my face when I sat in my executive chair. The mother-fuckers. I knew they’d give in soon.

“The Hedonia Apartment and Suites right across the block had finally signed transfer of ownership to you. You are now the new owner of that building, sir.”

Lovely. I never understood why I wanted to own that one in the first place, but anything that would contribute to the growth of my Earthly empire was welcomed.

“You were also invited to a charity ball yesterday, but I declined it for you since you were still on vacation. Another invitation was given two days ago for a ribbon cutting in one of your hotels, but I declined that too for you. And another one four days ago to sample a new wine that was created in your honor—their benefactor. Again, I declined it.”

“Just like I instructed you, Agatha,” I said, pleased with her. If anything, I never once liked to join such gatherings, even if it was just for show. Ogling and worshiping me came with the face, but it was better to stay low and cautious. Enemies I was yet to discover might be just hiding in plain sight.

“Of course, Mr. Ozric, sir, it is my job,” she replied, standing now in front of my desk. “And on your behalf, sir, I received a letter sent by the Costard University professor, Dr. Danes. He said to give it to you asap when you return. It is right there, sir.” She pointed at the envelope before me, the usual one that I wanted to receive personally.

“Satisfactory, Agatha. I’ll check it now,” I said, sounding just like a well-bred multibillionaire in this world.

"And, Silvia has been calling you, sir," she added. "She said...she miss...misses you, sir.” I didn’t fail to catch the sudden break in her voice. I knew she hated the long-legged woman who rudely entered my office months ago as if she was my lover. I almost fired Agatha because of it, but given that Silvia was delusional, I didn’t.

"Misses me?

Hmf. What a leech.” I cringed at the memory of her. She was a beautiful woman, a model of some famous lingerie brand, even. She saw me in one of my hotels and might have been struck immediately with the psychotic will to make me hers. That never happened after a few attempts at seduction, though. I was never into her. In the first place, the reason for me coming into this world was never to fuck the women of this world. It was for a different reason.

The reason that I was to call Professor Danes for.

“You can go now, Agatha,” I said as I picked the envelope from the desk.

She nodded and left.

Unlike any envelope, the one I held didn’t show a string of words when I tore it open. It only gave me a number, nine digits that I needed to punch for a secure connection. This has been mine and the professor’s routine since I came into this world. Any conversation we had was only within the limits of this secure line.

With my heart thudding against my ribcage, I dialed it.

“It’s me,” I said after he picked his phone on the first ring.

“Your Highness, I didn’t expect you to return until Monday,” the professor replied.

“I’m tired of waiting.”

He chuckled briefly and then continued, “You know, for a king, you should be too occupied to even travel. Who is running your kingdom while you’re away?”

I grinned at his question. “I have a very trustworthy servant. He takes care of everything.”

“Right. Like Agatha in this world?” he continued.

“They are indispensable people,” was my plain reply.

“Hm, I thought so.” In the back of my head, I could picture him nodding in agreement.

“What’s the status?” I asked straightaway. What’s the use prolonging the moment for?

“Well, it seems like the source of the poison came from a very rare plant in Siberia,” he answered, already knowing what I wanted to hear.

“Meaning?”

“In your world, it shouldn’t exist. That leads me to believe someone really had used a portal to enter Earth like you do.”

“Which should have been highly unlikely considering I alone only have access to the resources that’s needed to create a bridge,” I pointed out confidently, but my jaw tightened as I said that.

Hell, I knew where this was going.

“All the more reason you should be cautious of possible enemies inside your court, Your Highness.”

There. The ‘E’ word had been finally confirmed.

“I get it,” I grounded. Since nine years ago in Zaxonian time, I knew already I had enemies in my kingdom. I just needed to be objective about it and gather more clues before I confirm it. Now, finally, I had leads. I could investigate further in my realm about this.

“Any other progress?” I asked again.

“No, that’s all for now, Your Highness. I’ll report back to you once I have another breakthrough.”

“Satisfactory, professor. I owe you one.”

I thought he’d put the call down, but I only furrowed my brows when he said: “If that’s so, then can I invite you to an opening event?”

Hell, not this again.

“You know I don’t have time for that, professor." I gritted my teeth.

“No, you can just stay for an hour. You know, check out the place. After all, your money is the reason why the school was able to open up a museum. Give me this chance, please. It’s not always I get to be graced by royalty.”

I pressed my eyes shut and contemplated for an answer.

Just an hour. Maybe that wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine. When?” I finally said.

“Tonight, six on the dot. Don’t be too flashy. My students might get a heart attack.” There was humor in his voice when he said that.

In response, I just grinned. “It’s not like I can change my looks, professor.”

Well, I could really, but only the length of my hair. In Zaxonia, I had it long, but here on Earth, I preferred it short to keep up with the trend.

“Right, I’ll see you here later,” he said before I dropped the call.

Once done, I stood up, turned around and paused to look at the view before me: the whole of New York past my glass wall.

I bought this skyscraper building solely for this purpose alone. It made me remember I wasn't in Zaxonia anymore, but in a technology-hyped up world of puppets, condom-users, filth and plainness.

However, much to my annoyance, that woman’s face popped out in my head.

She certainly wasn’t plain if my sudden tight slacks would be the judge of it, remembering just how electrifying my fingers felt when I yanked down her rusty-blonde hair and let her meet my gaze. She was the first who got my interest up, especially when she just came from this world.

“The hell, just who are you, woman?”