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The Slave Queen He was never mine
My nails dig into the sheet "Oh, I'm not saying that, Prince. Even if she knows, she wouldn't want to see you broken for her. I know if I were dying, I wouldn't want to see my family members distressed and upset like this. It would only makeme more afraid of the unseen and the unknown. I'd want them…to be strong for me, hold my hand and smile, assuring me that everything's gonna be alright before I ascended to a greater place."He still does not cry. He stands from his chair and turns to face me, all in his near seven-foot glory. As he comes to stand close to me, his towering body sways and he nearly collapses. His hand reaches out and braces his body against the bedpost, trapping me near him."Honey…" he whispers. "Who do I have to lean on?"I rest my hand on his blazing hot peck and swallow thickly."You have me," I say gently. "I'll do all I can to be there for you, Prince Edmund"He leans down a little, taking my face into his hand. "I need you." That's all he says. His eyes blaz
The Slave Queen Death of Their sister
I look down at my necklace. It is beautiful, a golden swirl of metal keeping the beautiful translucent jewel in place. I look back at him. He's still sifting through the necklaces.He sighs. "Over the years, I've gradually gotten them returned. First Gentle Raven's…then my mother's and Snow flower, and now white Lion's. I thought foolishly that a part of their souls would be kept in the topaz even after they left the tangible world, that I could keep them with me still." He buries his head in his hands. "I lose everyone that I love."I still clutch the little jewel around my neck like it is my lifeline. Tears sparkle in my eyes. "I'm so sorry," I whisper. "If you want to cry, I'll…"He whips around with fire in his eyes. "You want me to cry. You asked me that same question earlier, even when my sister is alive. Do you want me to feel more pain than I already have?"I jump a little at his tone of voice. I breathe a sigh."Sometimes it's best to let it all go."His face is twisted in ago
The Slave Queen You have been treated like a Princess for too Long
I shrug my shoulders, slipping the breast cloth and genital cloth on before wrapping the silks around my body. "I didn't address it before because I didn't want to fight again. But it still does hurt…seeing you with her."His face pales. "You…you saw me with her?"At first, I do not know if I want to start this conversation, but I find myself nodding before I can stop myself. "I went to look for you after being locked in the room for two days…and I just saw something I wasn't supposed to see."His shoulders droop and he sighs, his tone laden with guilt and culpability. "I don't desire her as I desire you. With Athenodora, it's just a desire of the flesh."I find myself frowning at him. "You desire my flesh too. You've told me that one on countless occasions."He glances up at me, noticing the bit of humor laced in my tone. "But with you," he begins, reaching forwards from his bed and grasping my hands tightly in his. "It's both. I desire your flesh as much as I desire your respect and
The Slave Queen Michelle is pregnant
"Well, I am fine" I reply. "But Cesar's been distraught over the health of his sister. I can't blame him. She is a good, and kind woman."Michelle nods and pulls a dark green tunic out of the river, lays it into a flat stone, and scrubs a bar of soap onto it. She looks up at me and smiles. "Your necklace is very pretty. Did King give it to you?"My hand goes around the necklace sitting on my neck. I nod my head. I take out a pair of deerskin pants and dip them in the river. "Mind if I use your soap?"Michelle shakes her head. "No, not at all."I scrub the pants with the soap, lathering them in bubbles. Michelle dips another shirt into the water next to me. "You know, I've heard much about that necklace."I look over at her with interest. "And what did you hear?""That it is the trophy necklace," Michelle replies. "Any a woman who is lucky enough to get the topaz necklace is said to be very important to our king." I breathe in and out very slowly. "Is that so?"She nods her head. "Very
The Slave Queen Unanswered questions
I frown at him, my fists clenching at my side. "Ina ne kawai da abokantaka! Ka sani, kai ne mutum na fari na sadu a nan abin da ya ba kokarin fyade da ni." (I'm only being friendly! You know, you're the first man I've met here that hasn't tried to rape me.)This changes him slightly. "Me ya sa kake so ka zama abokai da ni? Mace ke ba ya so ya zama aboki na da sai dai idan tana son wani abu daga gare ni." (Why do you want to be friends with me? A woman's never wanted to be my friend before unless she wanted something from me.)I frown, placing my hands on my hips. "Ina so kawai ka dogara," I explain. "Na yi maka alkawari ba za ta mutu idan kana da irin kawai a gare ni…da kai me." (I only want your trust. I promise you won't die if you're only being kind to me…which you are.)His brows furrow together. "Mu no abokai?" (We are friends?)I nod my head. "Na'am. Mu ne abokai." (Yes. We are friends.) A distant shouting causes him to jump in his place. He gives me a look of kindness before he
The Slave Queen Give yourself to me
I want to ask Michelle when she fell in love with Drinks of Waterfall and if she knew, or really could have known her own heart before he gave her his. Instead, I lean back in the chair and let the wind blow in from the window, hoping that it would whisper to me the answers he never says.I sip more of my wine, my dizzy spell intensifying. I want to ask all the characters in the books I've read if the hero ever got bored of his lover once evil vanquished and rode off into the sunset alone, without looking back. I want to ask him why he has any right to scale the perimeters of the steps I took while locked up in my towerwhen it was he, himself who put me there. I want to ask him why he has any right to make me feel this way when he was the one that trapped me with his kind smile and gentle touch.I want to ask him if the wine has the power to reveal the hearts of boys and men and if it could tell me as much as the scars on his back or the look in his eyes when he speaks so gloriously
The Slave Queen No longer a virgin
"Oh please!"He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks the nectar off of them. His lips glistened with my wetness. He's tasted me again. "You are so wet," he murmurs, diving back down to kiss my neck. He lifts his knee between my legs to momentarily satisfy the ache. "So ready for me."My wetness paints his knee as I writhe against him. Soft skin against hard muscles. Heavy breathing, partially lidded eyes, lips all over. "Oh, Cesar I want you but I am scared too "His erection stands so tall that it almost hits his stomach. It is impressive when soft, but when excited it is even more impressive if that is even possible. He jerks himself a few times, never breaking eye contact with me. "Think of thepleasure I shall bring you," he whispers to me. "Think of me inside of you, dragging fire throughout your veins, making you call out my name so sweetly. Are you ready my Tiger claw?"His knee moves again, touching against a very heated spot. I cry out again, my back arching, thrustin
The Slave Queen I am ready
I clench around his cock, making him roar in pleasure, and throw his head back, slamming into me harder. It feels so good. He promised he would make it feel good, and it most certainly does.He's mumbling sweet things in my ear, dirty things. "Such a good girl," he mumbles softly, his teeth catching my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. The quick strokes drag the through my veins and make my body surge with somean unknown force of pleasure."Oh harder," I moan. He's taking it gently because of me being his budurwa, and his wanting to take it slow to savor the moment, but it's driving me insane. "Please!"He cannot deny me my request. He is like an animal with the way he forces himself into me so passionately. I try To prop myself up on my elbows to give myself some ground, but with each thrust into me, he brings the air into my lungs then knocks it right back out.I throw my head back against the pillows and grasp the sheets so tightly until my knuckles turn white. His breathing
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