Sex & the Beast

Sex & the Beast

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I couldn’t fix him, and it tore me to pieces inside. It was as if all of my pain decided to express itself in that moment. I screamed out and collapsed on the ground, crying and shaking uncontrollably. I couldn’t fix Damien. The boy I was knew was forever lost. “I tried,” I cried. “I can’t do it anymore. Look what you’re doing to me, Damien! I’m losing my mind here. Let me go!” Damien was at my side in seconds, pulling me close, but I pushed and kicked at him, doing everything I could to get away from him. And yet, he still found a way to pull me close. “Ana, calm down,” he whispered into my ear. “Please, I’m sorry.” I paused, having never heard him apologize before. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “Sometimes, I lose myself in the madness. Forgive me.” I pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing only concern and regret. The beast that had possessed him moments ago was now gone. I had my Damien in front of me, feeling emotions, asking for forgiveness, regretting his demons. “I don’t want to be alone,” Damien admitted, pulling me against him. “I’ve been alone for too long. I’ve been cold down to my bones for too long. Ana, please, help me.” “Damien,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “I forgive you. I’ll fix you. I think I know how. Come, lay with me. Make love to me. I’ll tame the beast inside of you.” I then led Damien to my bed...

Summary

I couldn’t fix him, and it tore me to pieces inside. It was as if all of my pain decided to express itself in that moment. I screamed out and collapsed on the ground, crying and shaking uncontrollably. I couldn’t fix Damien. The boy I was knew was forever lost.

“I tried,” I cried. “I can’t do it anymore. Look what you’re doing to me, Damien! I’m losing my mind here. Let me go!” Damien was at my side in seconds, pulling me close, but I pushed and kicked at him, doing everything I could to get away from him. And yet, he still found a way to pull me close.

“Ana, calm down,” he whispered into my ear. “Please, I’m sorry.” I paused, having never heard him apologize before.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Sometimes, I lose myself in the madness. Forgive me.”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing only concern and regret. The beast that had possessed him moments ago was now gone. I had my Damien in front of me, feeling emotions, asking for forgiveness, regretting his demons.

“I don’t want to be alone,” Damien admitted, pulling me against him. “I’ve been alone for too long. I’ve been cold down to my bones for too long. Ana, please, help me.”

“Damien,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “I forgive you. I’ll fix you. I think I know how. Come, lay with me. Make love to me. I’ll tame the beast inside of you.” I then led Damien to my bed...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Sex & the Beast

Author Chapter Note

I couldn’t fix him, and it tore me to pieces inside. It was as if all of my pain decided to express itself in that moment. I screamed out and collapsed on the ground, crying and shaking uncontrollably. I couldn’t fix Damien. The boy I was knew was forever lost. “I tried,” I cried. “I can’t do it anymore. Look what you’re doing to me, Damien! I’m losing my mind here. Let me go!” Damien was at my side in seconds, pulling me close, but I pushed and kicked at him, doing everything I could to get away from him. And yet, he still found a way to pull me close. “Ana, calm down,” he whispered into my ear. “Please, I’m sorry.” I paused, having never heard him apologize before. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “Sometimes, I lose myself in the madness. Forgive me.” I pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing only concern and regret. The beast that had possessed him moments ago was now gone. I had my Damien in front of me, feeling emotions, asking for forgiveness, regretting his demons. “I don’t want to be alone,” Damien admitted, pulling me against him. “I’ve been alone for too long. I’ve been cold down to my bones for too long. Ana, please, help me.” “Damien,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “I forgive you. I’ll fix you. I think I know how. Come, lay with me. Make love to me. I’ll tame the beast inside of you.” I then led Damien to my bed...

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Synopsis:

 

Welcome to a modern, erotic fairytale reminiscent of Beauty and the Beast that tells the tale of a young, beautiful maiden named Ana, who must marry an evil king that she once knew as a boy, who’d been kidnapped and raised into a Black Warrior—a man of evil, a beast, a killer and try to make him good again, before he destroys the kingdom with his wrath. However, she quickly learns that the only way to tame the beast is through sex.

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

There was something different about Damien, even I could tell at the young age of six. I remember seeing him running through the castle’s passageways with his diamond encrusted crown sliding to the side of his head as he focused on a wooden airplane that flew alongside him. The strange part about the sight of Damien playing was how he seemed to be controlling the wooden plane with his mind. There was no built in engine, and none of his friends did the same when they had played with his toys. No one else in the kingdom seemed to be able to control things with their minds except Damien. For a time, no one else had seemed to even know that he could do it, except me.

I was just the child of a kitchen maiden, who often journeyed throughout the kingdom, unnoticed, and happened upon the young prince in a quiet hallway on the east side of the stone castle. Damien had been such a pleasant, friendly boy, who only wanted a companion to play with, and his maids weren’t enough to keep him interested. We quickly started a pattern of meeting at the same time every day to play. Eventually, Damien showed me what he called his ‘trick’ by levitating a toy truck in front of my face. At first, I had been frightened, but Damien had been able to reassure me, and I promised him I’d keep his ‘trick’ a secret. Eventually, he stopped caring even if others knew of his secret.

It was the fact that he’d become open about his gift that people began looking at him weirdly. The castle guards began to whisper when they passed by, the maidens stayed away from Damien out of fear, even I was banned from playing with Damien. However, it didn’t stop us from terrorizing the maidens every now and then.

We once snuck into the kitchen, hid under a table and waited for the maidens to return. Once they did, Damien used his gift to lift the large bowls of flour into the air and dropped them. The bowls broke with a loud clatter, sending debris and flour into the air, clouding

“Who did that? Who is in here? Damien?” They shrieked, coughing uncontrollably while furiously swatting the air to clear out the powder.

While they were distracted, Damien grabbed my arm, guiding me from under the table until we stood behind the angry maidens. They turned toward us with squinted eyes and began shaking their head. They could barely make us out due to the thick fog of flour.

“What will your father say of all of this mess?” 

“What mess?” David’s smile was mischievous. And as if magic happened, the kitchen began to clean itself. The broken pieces of the large cooking bowls began to piece back together, the powder rose from the floor and floated back into the bowls, and then the bowls gently floated back onto the table where they had originally sat. He took a small step toward the maidens with a mischievous smile, whom in return, took steps backward out of fear.

“How are you able to do that?” one of the maidens asked.

“He’s the devil,” the other responded.

“He’s an eight year old boy!” the third argued.

“What boy his age can manipulate all things around him? He’s going to be a Black Warrior, I know it!”

The first maiden’s eyes went wild as she turned toward the other two women.

“I’ve heard stories of things that the Black Warriors do. They are evil. They terrorize villages, kill innocent people, and are a threat the entire kingdom! Some of them have even stronger gifts than Damien. If The Black Lord finds out that the King’s son is gifted-”

“Don’t even say anything like that around him,” the third maiden said, silencing the other two. She then kneeled before Damien, her serious eyes searching his face. She placed shaking hands on either shoulder and gently shook him.

“Don’t ever show anyone outside of the castle what you can do, Damien,” she said. “There are bad men in this world that would destroy an entire kingdom to get to you. If they knew of your gift, they would come for you. Do you understand me, Damien?”

Damien’s playful eyes darkened with understanding and he nodded once. After that day, Damien stopped sharing his gift with others, but it was too late. Too many people knew of his gift and the word had traveled fast about the King’s son with the gift of telekinesis. Not even a month later, Damien was taken in his sleep.

It was the worse day the kingdom ever experienced. Guards searched high and low for Damien, but they all returned empty-handed. The queen mourned loudly for days due to the absence of her son. The king walked around in silence, with a blank expression. The maidens all walked around with their heads downcast, silently mourning his loss. I kept my sorrow inside as I observed everyone else. It was funny how the very people who were afraid of Damien now walked around as if he was the best thing that happened to the kingdom. No one knew Damien like I had. I was his best friend, I kept his secrets, and now, he was gone. I was alone in the kingdom, once again.

Twelve years passed, and Damien still hadn’t been found. The biggest rumor was that he’d been taken by the Black Lord and raised as a savage, just as the Black Lord had done with other dangerous men who posed a threat to the kingdom. As the stories say, the Black Lord got his name from his all black attire that covered all but his mysterious, evil eyes. No one knew of his true identity, except those closest to him. He was an evil man who lived well outside of the kingdom’s walls with one interest in life. He wanted to take over the throne.

For twenty years, he’d take young boys, brainwash them and raise them like animals, training them to be brutal, merciless killers. Most of the boys the Black Lord chose was boys like Damien; boys who possessed a unique gift that could be nurtured into a fine weapon.

The kingdom had suffered many attacks from Black Warriors. I’d heard a story about a warrior who could start fired with his mind, and had set fire to five guards before he was struck in the chest with a bullet. Whenever a Black Warrior was captured, the guards tried to keep them alive for questioning, however, Black Warriors were trained to never crack. They’d been tortured enough to know how to endure the pain. Black Warriors never showed signs of pain or fear of death. They showed no emotion, and seemed to be void of the ability to love. They had been completely reprogrammed to kill, and only kill.

As I grew up, I hoped they hadn’t been the ones to take the prince. I couldn’t fathom the images of him being tortured as a child. It always brought tears to my eyes and ruined my day. I kept a journal where I placed all of those emotions for safe keeping. Eventually I was able to shut out the idea of Damien’s suffering and continued on with my childhood.

The queen suffered the worse. She’d stay locked up in her room, refusing for maidens to enter, and had to be forced to even eat her meals. Months later, the queen passed away due to her own misery. The castle was once again a very unhappy place to be for everyone. The entire kingdom mourned for months.

Eventually, the king brought a new child to the kingdom, one I’d overheard other maiden’s say was his bastard child. Rumor’s quickly surfaced that the king was replacing Damien by finding another who was rightful to the throne. His bastard son was named Troy, and Troy was the snobby son of a wealthy widow named Celeste.

The king felt he also needed a new queen and took Celeste as his wife. Within a year, he’d replaced his old family with a new one. I never liked Troy or his mother and made sure to stay away from the both of them as I played alone in the dark passageways.

Eventually, those ten years passed by, and like my mother, I became a maiden with my own room and pay. I chose a quiet room on the Far East side of the castle, a place less frequented by others. It was the place Damien and I would play as children and I marked that area as his. I seemed to be the only one who still honored Damien. Everyone else seemed to have forgotten him.

“Snap out of it, Ana,” Susan said, as she flicked dirty dish water on me with a quiet giggle. I blinked away my deep thoughts and looked down at the sink full of dishes in front of me. “They won’t wash themselves.”

“I know, I know,” I said as I picked up a fine piece of china and began to wash it.

“You’ve been spacing out the last couple of days,” Susan said. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” I stopped a sighed. “It’s someone’s birthday today and no one remembered.”

“Oh, Ana, I’m so sorry. Did we forget your birthday?” Susan asked, turning toward me with a regretful expression.

“No,” I laughed. “It’s not my birthday. I just…it’s nothing. Forget it,” I told her, returning to the dishes. Susan seemed happy to forget, as her eyes glazed over and a sigh escaped her mouth.

“Speaking of birthdays, our prince is of age to marry. I wonder what type of girls Prince Troy likes. Wouldn’t it be romantic if he chose a maiden, like myself?” Susan sighed.

“That snob?” I scoffed. “He’ll marry some equally stuck up girl from money. Maybe something arranged that benefits the throne.”

Susan splashed me with more dirty dish water.

“That’s for ruining my fairytale.”

“Fairytales aren’t real,” I reminded Susan while wiping the suds off of my forehead. “In our world, maidens stay maidens.”

“Maybe you’re right, but a girl can dream,” Susan’s eyes glazed over once more as the fantasized and rinsed the soap from the clean dishes. I watched her as she did, loving her ability to dream of a happy ending, when I knew there was no such thing.

Susan was a beautiful girl, with fair skin, lush, wavy red hair that she kept pinned up, and cute freckles that slightly covered her perky nose and crimson cheeks. She was beautiful enough to be a queen, but she’d never be one, no matter how much she dreamt it so.

Hours later, I sat on my bed in my room, and began writing in the journal. It was mostly filled with letters to Damien, and entries expressing my deepest emotions, usually circulating around Damien. I didn’t write in the journal daily, only when I needed to talk to something, and at that moment, I needed someone to talk to.

 

Damien,

 

Is it strange that even ten years later, I still mourn your loss? You were my best friend, my only friend, and I still miss you. Today is your birthday, and no one in the kingdom even mentioned it. No one talks about you, anymore. Well, I remembered. It was on your birthday that you showed me your ability by flying the wooden airplane that your father had gotten you that day for your birthday. I still have your plane and I keep in on my desk as a memory of you. I hope you aren’t suffering. I hope you are having a good birthday.

 

I miss you,

Ana

 

 

I closed the journal, sat it on my bed, and stood to undress. I quickly unzipped the blue and white maidens dress and let if fall from my body. I always welcomed the feel of the night’s cool air on my bare flesh, making my nipples hard as rock. As I turned toward the light switch, the lights automatically went out, making my room completely dark. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dark so that I could make my way over to the door. It was then that I heard my window open, followed by the sound of something entering my room. I gasped and turned toward my window. My room was on the fifth floor of the castle and was nearly impossible for someone to climb into, unless they had a special gift. And yet, someone was in my room.

“Who is there?” I whispered to the silhouette hidden within the shadows of my room. His face was turned away from me, making it impossible to identify my intruder. I could almost feel the power radiating off of him. It was a power that felt familiar and exciting, and yet feral and evil. It was a power that drew me closer and yet warned me to run. I was stuck between the two; stuck in a trance that prevented me from moving.

He turned toward me, and I knew then, by the black cloth covering most of his face, that he was indeed a Black Warrior. It was as if I regained common sense as my brain sent signals to my feet to move, and yet, I stayed stuck in place. I wasn’t even able to lift a hand to cover my bare breasts. It was then that I realized that I was being held there, by a force, the kind of force I knew Damien to use.

“Damien?”

My heart rate sped up as I watched the dark figure begin to walk toward me in painfully, slow and calculated steps. It was as if he was purposefully taunting me with his presence, keeping the anticipation alive as I wondered who and why he was in my room.  I was sure my panting was loud enough for him to hear, and it only got worse as he grew closer…

The light came back on, and I was fully able to make out that a Black Warrior was indeed in front of me. He wore a black outfit with a piece of black cloth covering most of his face, except his eyes and mouth. In all of the stories I’d heard, most people never survived an encounter with a Black Warrior, and I knew my life was soon to be over.

I watched as his dark eyes took in the sight of me, first staring down at my feet, then traveling up the length of my legs, to my thin panties, lingering on my breasts, and eventually meeting my eyes. And I stood there, watching him devour the sight of me, without being able to move an inch, and I was sure my embarrassment was displayed on my burning cheeks.

He seemed to slightly lose interest in me as he quickly glanced around my room at all of my belongings. His eyes landed on the wooden airplane that sat on my desk, and then he returned his heavy gaze on me.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, with a dangerously low voice that seemed to frighten me even more. If I had been able to move, I would’ve been shaking.

“It was Damien’s toy,” I responded, trying to keep the fear out of my voice, but I was no good at deception. “He used to fly it when we were children. A-are you him?” The Black Warrior stared at me with lowered eyes but said nothing. “Are you?”

“Where is the king’s layer?” he asked, moving past me. I felt a huge weight lift from me, and I regained the ability to move. I quickly covered my breasts, as if covering them would give me back some of my dignity.

“So you can kill the king? I won’t tell you.” The Black Warrior who, seconds ago, had been standing by the door, was standing inches from me. It was as if he’d moved faster that lightening. His close proximity caused me to take several steps back until I fell back onto my desk, practicably sitting on it.

The Black Warrior closed the distance between us, once again. He positioned himself between my legs and grabbed my neck, pressing himself against me. I felt his hardness rub against the thin fabric, covering my vagina, sending a pleasurable shock through my spine as I let out a soft of moan I’d never heard escape my mouth before. He slightly backed away, and looked down at our closeness, as if he hadn’t meant to do what he did. He drew close again, however, slowly, and calculating, once again resting his hardness against my vagina in a painfully teasing way. Another moan escaped from my mouth, as I felt my wetness increase. How was I turned on in such a dangerous situation?

“Your body is distracting me,” he said, with a shaky voice, clenching my throat even harder. “Where is the king?”

“I w-won’t tell you,” I struggled to say, as his grip around my neck grew tighter.

“I’ll make you tell me,” he said with a grunt. I felt his free hand cup my right breast and massage it. He then pulled on my nipple, causing my back to arc in response. He’d loosened his grip around my neck but still kept his hand there to hold me in place as he fondled with my breast. “Tell me, or I’ll rip your pussy open. You are a virgin, still, aren’t you? You don’t have to answer, I can tell.”

“Please,” I begged, but I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to rip me open, or to stop altogether. I liked the feeling of his rough hands covering my breasts. My body ached for more the moment his hand began to travel down the side of my stomach and rest on my hip. He squeezed my curves and let out a grunt. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was and was most likely just as confused by it.

“Please what?” His hand traveled to my most sensitive area and he trailed one figure down its length, caused my body to spasm.

“Please,” I begged again, refusing to elaborate. I was past the feeling of fear, lingering on a new sensation that completely took over my body and made my mind numb to reason and rationality. The Black Warrior grabbed onto the fabric covering my pussy and pulled until the cloth tore apart, revealing my pink and wet flesh. I heard a deep growl in the back of his throat, as if he was pleased by the sight of it all. I still wasn’t able to see his face, but his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He wanted me even more than I wanted him.

“Who knew you’d grown up to be such a dirty girl, Ana?” he whispered in my ear, causing me to go wild against the desk.

“Damien,” I said, feeling so many emotions flood me. He didn’t give me much of a chance to react; before I could say anything else, his lips were firmly pressed against mine, kissing me as if his life depended on it. He removed his hand from my neck and began removing his own clothing; everything except his mask. Once his body was completely bare, his hands found my body again, and the sensations of those hands exploring my body made me wild once more.

Damien picked me up from the desk and threw me onto the bed. Within seconds, he was on top of me, and I felt his large cock grazing my clit. I moaned and tried to scoot closer to the tip on his cock, but he lifted up, taunting me with the feeling of nothingness. I was aching, my womanly instincts had taken over, and I needed him inside of me. I clawed at his back, begging for him to enter me.

“Please,” I moaned. He began sucking on my neck, in a spot that drove me wild. I dug even deeper into his back, loving the sound of the deep moan that escaped from his mouth. I took in a deep breath, smelling his manliness all around me. His natural scent sent me over the edge. “Please, I want you inside of me.”

“I will, if you tell me where my father is,” Damien said, having successfully changed tactics against me. I didn’t care. Out of all the years I’d spent innocently missing and wishing he’d come back, I’d never felt the burning desire for him as I had in that moment. It was powerful enough to make me agree to anything.

“He stays in a newly remodeled layer on the third floor on the south west side of the building,” I blurted out. Damien slowly smiled down at me and for the first time, I saw something evil in his eyes. Something I’d never seen before. His lips found mine again, quickly erasing the look I’d seen in his eyes as he pulled me back into a trance-like state.

Damien’s mouth left my swollen lips and started kissing a trail down to my naval, and even further. He pushed my legs open, exposing my wetness, and gasped in appreciation.

“You’re so wet, and I’ve barely done anything to you. Oh, sweet Ana. What have I been missing? I can’t wait to fill you up.”

“Oh my gosh,” I said, the moment his tongue began circling my clit. He had to place both hands on the sides of my hips to keep me still, and his tongue continued to softly circle my clit. I then felt his tongue lower and push against my opening only to begin roughly sucking on my clit. I screamed out, as I grabbed his head. I tried to push him away, as the pleasure became too strong, but he was even stronger. He buried his head even deeper as he sucked on my clit like a vacuum cleaner.

I started to breathe funny, I felt myself getting light headed. The pleasure began to increase as my vagina throbbed against the tongue now entered inside of it. I then felt a finger replace the tongue and slowly push into my opening. It was strange and uncomfortable, but my instincts told me to let him continue. He returned his mouth to my clit as his finger slowly rammed in and out of my vagina. The pleasure continued to increase, until I felt a powerful sensation explode through my clit, traveling to the far ends of my body.

“Damien!” I screamed out in ecstasy, as my very first orgasm continued to shoot through my body. Damien pulled away, and watched as my body shook hard from the things he did with his mouth. “So beautiful,” he said. Once my orgasm was over, Damien climbed back on top of me and opened my legs.

“This will hurt,” he said before lining the tip of his penis up with my opening. He looked into my eyes, and that’s when I saw it again, something sinister, something scary. Before I could react, he pushed against me, causing pain to explode throughout my vagina. I instinctively pushed against his weight, but he was too strong. He pushed into me once again, causing his whole head to enter inside of me. I began to pant and whimper as he pushed himself half way in.

“It hurts,” I cried.

“I warned you,” Damien said, and pushed every inch of himself inside of me with one final stroke. I cried out and dug into his back, letting the tears freely fall. Damien pulled himself out of me, and slowly pushed his way back in, with a pleased moan. I felt his body begin to shake as he pulled himself out of me once more.

The third thrust hurt even less, but not enough to make me enjoy the feeling of being completely filled and powerless. Damien buried his face into the crook of my neck and began to suck. His thrusting sped up, and I did everything in my power not to buckle underneath him.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “You’re so tight and wet, I can’t last much longer. I’m going to cum so hard.

“Yes,” I told him, encouraging his own release. I didn’t know how much longer I could take his thickness inside of me. “I want you to cum.”

“Sweet Ana,” he said, as his breathing deepened and his thrusts grew wilder. “Once I kill my father and am king, I’m going to bring you to my chambers every night to fuck you,” he panted. “Every. Single. Night.”

I felt Damien’s cum shoot inside of me before he even let out his first, muffled, moan. I too moaned, as each strangled thrust shot more semen inside of me. Second later, Damien collapsed on top of me, breathing harshly.

“Oh Ana,” he said. “Ana…Ana…Ana…”

I felt hands shaking me awake.

“Ana…Ana!”

I looked up at Susan, curls fell in my face as her worried expression beamed down on me.

“Ana…I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes. What were you dreaming about? Prince Charming?”

I quickly sat up and looked around my room for signed of Damien. My window was closed, my desk was still neatly decorated, I still wore my maidens dress, and my journal sat next to me, open and untouched.

Damien, had he been a dream? I thought to myself as I began to mentally assess my body, which felt untouched. There was no way I could’ve lost my virginity and be in pain the next day. It had definitely been a dream, a wild, crazy dream.

“I’m sorry,” I said, sitting up and brushing my unruly pale blonde hair from my face.

“You must hurry,” Susan said, ignoring my apology. “You’re on ‘Troy Duty’ today.”

‘Troy Duty’ meant I must spend the day in Troy’s layer, tending to his every need. Troy was a stuck up snob, who demanded too much and wore out most maidens by the end of the day.

“Why me? I’m the kitchen maiden! Today is my day off!” I asked.

“Troy specifically requested a short, thin, young, and attractive blonde. Marsha is the only other young blonde, but she’s chubby and not nearly as beautiful as you. The head of maidens said to get you prepared. You literally have ten minutes to clean get to his chambers. He’ll be back from his morning ride soon.”

After Susan left, I quickly dressed and headed to the prince’s layer. The two guards by his door stood aside and let me enter. I hesitated, remembering this very room to be Damien’s room. The dream I’d had of us having sex still haunted me, in the most pleasant way. I wasn’t ready to deal with his brother, but I had no choice. I took a deep breath and entered the prince’s layer.

His room was three times the size of my own and was one of the most glorious rooms I’d seen in the castle. His floor was made of a beautiful dark, wood, and his walls were covered in the finest wallpaper that looked to have been imported from India. His large bed was covered in bear skin, and in the middle of the room, facing the double doors leading to the passageway, held a large desk, where the prince handled important matters. Prince Troy sat at his immaculate desk and glanced up at me, wearing his usual bored expression. He was also blonde, with a small, feminine face and bright blue eyes. I saw a hint of interest shine through his eyes briefly before returning his glare to the paperwork in front of him.

“Your majesty,” I quietly stated with a well-trained curtsey. 

“What is your name?” he asked, keeping his eyes trained on his work.

“Ana, your majesty. How should I begin my work? Would you have me to clean anything? Would you like a glass of ice water?”

“I do the questioning around here, Ana.” The prince looked up at me with lowered eyes.

“Forgive me, your highness. My nerves have gotten the best of me.”

“Very well,” Prince Troy said, sitting his paperwork aside and standing. I dared to meet his eyes as he watched me with curiosity. “How old are you, Ana?”

“Eighteen, your majesty.”

“You’re very beautiful,” he muttered, and I lowered my eyes, slightly embarrassed. “Come closer.” I obeyed and took a few steps toward him. “Closer.” I nodded, and continued walking until I was inches from his desk. I kept my eyes downcast, the way I was taught to do as a modest maiden. “Look at me,” Prince Troy demanded, and I lifted my eyes and met his passionate gaze. “You are exactly what I asked for.”

Prince Troy began to walk around his desk, until he stood directly behind me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck from his closeness. I was sure it wasn’t appropriate, but I was in no position to question his motives.

“My father tells me it’s time for me to take a bride. He’d prefer a rich, stuck up, prissy girl, who will be hard to manage and quite frankly, a pain in my ass. I’d much prefer a quiet maiden, one trained to do exactly as I say. One who won’t question my authority or ask for much. Of course, my father would never agree to that.” Prince Troy grabbed my arm and spun me around, so that I faced him. His eyes held nothing but lust as he stared down at my lips with a twisted smile. I felt sick to my stomach. “But I, the future king, shall have my cake and eat it. I’ll have you as my mistress.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, and the prince smirked at my question.

“Am I too blunt? As a prince, you must be blunt and straight forward to get what you want. I didn’t bring you here to clean. If you look around, the room is already spotless. These imprudent maidens come into my room daily to clean the same spots that the previous maiden had cleaned the day before. I often humor myself with having these ridiculous maidens do outlandish tasks.

“But you? I only want one thing from you, Ana.” I gasped at the feel of the prince’s hand grasping my butt. “I want to fuck you, on my desk.”

The sound of the double doors opening caused the prince to quickly jump away from me. He spun around just as the king entered into the layer, seemingly oblivious to what the prince had been doing to me. I quickly moved away from the desk and stood off to the side, with my eyes downcast awaiting an order if one were to be given.

“There you are,” the king said, just as the double doors shut behind him. I glanced up and took in his regal disposition and his elegant, robed attire. His crown was twice the size of Prince Troy’s, and held some of the most glorious jewels known to man. He had begun to gray, but even in his age, he still looked powerful and demanding. There was, however, stiffness in his shoulders that gave me the impression that he didn’t come with great news.

“What brings you here, father?” Prince Troy asked, watching his father with lowered, curious eyes.

“We must talk,” the king said, making his way over to the desk and having a seat in his son’s place. “My first son, Damien, has been found.”

I held in a gasp as I took in the news. My heart began racing as I remembered my vivid dream. Damien was alive. The king knew where he was. That meant, he’d be coming home.

“My brother? Is he coming back to the kingdom?”

“No,” the king said, and his expression turned grim. “He is a Black Warrior, one of the most powerful ones, if not the most powerful. Rumors have it that he’ll kill anyone in his path. They say his heart has been ripped from his chest and replaced with black coal. The Black Lord has turned my son into a monster.

“But that’s not all. Last night, he killed ten guards just outside of the castle walls and left a message specifically for me.” The king pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to his son. Prince Troy opened the letter and read it out lout.

“King Paul, I am coming to take what is rightfully mine. P.S. I know what you did. Signed, your son, the Black Warrior.” Prince Troy dropped the letter on the ground and looked up at his father.

“What does this letter mean?”

“If I understand correctly, it means he wants the throne. You’ve heard the rumors, Troy. The Black Lord took my first son and turned him into a monster so that he would one day return to the throne, giving the Black Lord direct access to my kingdom.”

“Why did Damien say that he knows what you did?” the prince asked.

“I’m not sure what that means. The Black Lord must’ve filled his head with reasons to hate me enough to take my throne from me. I’ve done nothing, Troy.”

“We must reason with Damien when he comes.”

“Ha!” the king laughed. “Reason with Damien? You can’t reason with death! I knew the moment I saw my son flying a plane with his mind that he would only bring this kingdom death and destruction. He is the devil! He is evil! Nothing good comes from reasoning with evil men.”

“Then what do we do to prevent him from getting in?”

“There is nothing we can do,” the king stated in defeat. He began looking around the room until his eyes landed on mine. I quickly lowered my eyes, trying to be invisible, as we were taught to do if we were stuck in the middle of royal meetings. “You. You’re the little girl Damien would play with every day.”

“Yes, your majesty,” I said with a slight bow. I was horrified that the king made the connection, not understanding what it all meant to him.

“You knew him better than anyone in this castle. He trusted you.” The king’s eyes beamed as he laughed in joy. “We can’t reason with him, but maybe she can. The Black lord changes people, but he can’t erase memories. Damien will remember her, and it may be associated with a positive emotion. That emotion could last long enough for her to convince him that I’m not his enemy. If she’s able to do that, our kingdom will survive.”

“And what if she’s unsuccessful?”

“She won’t be,” the king supposed. The king walked toward me, grabbed me by my arm and began pulling me alongside of him as he exited Prince Troy’s layer. “Come, we have much work to do.”


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