The strength to stand, disappeared from my legs.

The shock I just experienced, was quite a bit too much for my virgin channel.

Before Regalis could hold me back, my knees hit the floor.

It was funny. 'Cause now, I was in this position, I happened to be closer to his warstaff.

My face hit it.

Regalis inhaled deepily. "Whatever your curious mind is telling you, don't" he said "I may not be able to control myself".

He knew me. Curiosity, was a part of me. And though I kinda feared what was 'trapped' within his clothes, I had to see it. To feel it.

My hand rubbed the clothed surface of his bulge "can I?" I said.

He took in a heavy breath once more, and nodded.

Curiosity drove me to Cousin Bella's books and now, it was here again. Or was it horniness?

I put my hand into his lower garment. And pulled his rod out.

It was the most attractive, and most powerful thing I'd ever seen. Yet, it frightened me.

I gazed at it for so long, until I looked up. I noticed Regalis staring back at me.

I blushed once more, that fateful day.

He definitely caught me leering at his erection.

I tucked him back in, and stood up. Intending to run away. Flee from what I started.

He grasped my wrist. Placed a kiss on it " don't leave. Please".

He stood up. His height, looking like a wet dream. All that remained, was for him to step out naked fully drenched, from a pool of water, and he'd look like a stunning hot Prince of mermaid folk, as water dripped down his well proportioned muscles and narrow hips.

Without warning, he lifted me. And before I could gasp, he smashed his lips unto mine. Like, I was a flavour he had tasted in the past, and now, he was seeing it again, he couldn't let it elude him.

He slid the tip of his tongue along the groove of my lips, seeking passage, insisting that they part. And when at last they did, his tongue plunged into my mouth.

So fast, was his movement that I started to feel like, my lips were the sweetest presents, he had ever had the pleasure to unwrap.

His tongue entwined with mine. His hands, dug into my hair. I wrapped my arms round his neck, lost in the blistering kiss. Lost in the inflamed passion.

His kisses, so searing, that if I ever dared to pen this moment down, I had no doubt, the heat of his kisses would singe the pages of my text.

He started walking. Seconds later, he placed me on the bed of the room I woke up in.

With his body, partly covering mine, his lips drew sensual kisses from the bridge of my nose to my ears.

His hands, slithering up my waist and fondling my breasts. The feeling of his callused hands (hardened from years of sword fighting) against my bare bosom, was everything. A dream, come true.

At that moment, I realised I was naked. And before I could worry about how I looked nude, my lips were pulled into another flaming kiss. A forest-blazing kiss.

If he had kissed me, like this, in that magicless river, when wraiths surrounded us, I most definitely would've drowned. 'Cause his kisses stole every drop of air in my lungs.

His hot mouth ventured to my bosom, suckling from my left to right, and from right to left. Again and again, his hot lips went, trigerring a well of moisture to gather between my thighs.

Soon, I was thrusting my chest out to him, as I moaned. Moaned out loud. Trying to give him unhindered passage to my breasts.

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"Please" I moaned.

"Please..."

His scorching mouth persisted, without mercy, on my rack.

He pulled back. Panting heavily. As his eyes ogled me with feral hunger.

Within a few seconds, his clothes left his body. And his legs nudged mine apart. He eased himself between them. Bringing me into an absolute awareness of his stiff length, resting right at the mouth of my arousal.

And then, he asked, the ultimate question. A question I didn't see coming. After all, he was the Prince and I was the daughter of a mere nobleman gifted to him in marriage. This was his right. His conjugal right.

"Can I?" he said.

I was still in shock, and didn't answer. So, he repeated his question another way, "do you want this?"

"Is this truly what you want?" his hand, touching my bride collar.

I nodded. I wanted this. How could he possibly doubt this moment, despite the way my body responded to him.

"If I take you" he said in that deep but sensuous voice of his "it will be long. And slow. And downright ruthless".

Yes! My mind screamed. That's what we want.

"So, should I stop?" he asked, plastering fervent kisses across my torso.

"I'll pound your virgin walls. Hold you down to this bed for as long as possible, and I won't let go of you, until you come all over my cock. Are you interested?" his smile, a sexy devilish type.

And at that instant, I wanted to tell him 'no'. No, I'm not interested. You might tear me apart! However, I also wanted to yell 'yes!" Wail it out loud. For Cousin Bella's books said, this was fun.

"What do you plan to do to me?" I asked.

"What do you wish for me to do?" he returned.

I was so shy to voice my thought, so, I sealed my mouth.

His eyes twinkled. With mischief.

What was he planning?

And he said, "I wonder, if you taste as lovely as you look" he winked.

My mind scarcely digested his words, when he started moving his face to my pool of moisture.

I gasped.

Tried to close my thighs. In an attempt to stop him. I've always desired this. What he wanted to do. Since I read about it. But, it happening in reality, was something else.

"You'll love it" he said.

I had no doubt about that.

"Trust me" he added. His lush fingers on my soft voluptuous thighs, slowly pushing away all my fears.

"So gorgeous" he said.

"So perfect" And then, his hands was spreading my folds.

And less than a second later, his mouth was on my cunt, tasting me, licking me, sucking me, as I had never been dined on before.

The more he sucked me, the more I seemed to feel, my pussy making more juices.

And the more he licked me, the wetter I became.

"Oh...!" My hips bucked. His tongue on my swollen clit.

I was going crazy.

And then, his tongue went a level higher, and entered me! Diving deep. As deep as deep could possibly go.

He devoured my pussy. Tongue-fucking my cunt as though, all he needed to survive was my sweet, briny taste.

I pulled his hair. Riding his face shamelessly. His tongue, flickering up and down for minutes. Yet, I couldn't stop wanting more. Couldn't release him. I was ready to keep riding him until tomorrow came.

And then, I heard moans. Breathless ones. Coming from someplace in the house. But soon, discerned, I was making them myself. And I just could not cease! For never, have I felt anything like this. Never, has my body come this close with intense pleasure.

I felt like I could explode from it.

The sensation of being spread and gorged on...gosh... it was addictive!

An experience you'd want to go through, each day you awakened, and each night, as you shut your eyes.

They say ambrosia, was food meant only for the gods, 'cause it was too delicious, too sweet for mortals like us to taste, as it could lead us to forsake the gods, but I say, fuck ambrosia, this was better.

If the gods tasted this, they'd never think, ambrosia was what could lead mortals astray.

This was it!

Regalis's tongue between the lush thighs of any female. That was what could lead hundreds of women, who loved men, right into transgression!

He pulled back, long enough to whisper "amazing. I could eat you all day long".

And his tongue pounced right back in. As though, to continue from where he stopped. And he went on, sucking, tasting, and lapping my cunt!

Oh! Mother of Light! Someone would get drunk from drinking too much of me.

I started screaming. "Regalis!"

"Please!" I howled. As I felt myself get shoved over that explosive edge, and wailed, "Regalis!"

I panted. Feeling like, I had just come down from a high.

He looked up. From between my thighs. Grinning. Like a man who had just won his first battle.

His mouth was covered with moisture. My moisture. My juices. He licked his lips.

For a man whose Gift didn't give him the freedom of constant touch with females, he sure knew how to blow a woman's mind away.

"Please" I mumbled.

"Please what?" He asked, "what do you want me to do to you, Xemein?"

And at that point, the only thing my mind could dwell on, was my need, not shyness.

The engulfing need that was pushing me to finally do what I've always wanted to do with only Regalis.

And for a moment, a thought sped into my head. As my mind whispered to me, "don't do this!"

If you do, it could start to sway your emotions.

Make you care for Regalis, more than you should. More than you should care for someone whose life you're supposed to end in six months.

There was some truth in those words, I knew that.

Nonetheless, at that instant, I hardly cared for right or wrong. Rules and regulation. Or wise and foolish actions. All I cared for, was the feral fires, burning within me, to be put out. In only one way, I knew.

And then, I opened my mouth and responded to the question of my Dark Lord, "this is what I want you to do".

"Please" I breathed, spreading my legs wider, "put out this fire, you set in me".