Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Teach Her
I nodded, placing my head on her shoulder, she held me tight. We talked long into the night. I fell asleep in her arms. I didn’t even hear King Rryan walk in,
“Is she ok?” he asked, concerned that his maid was comforting me. He gathered me up and placed me in my bed, carefully tucking me in. Then his lips brushed mine in a soft, gentle kiss. He closed his eyes, drinking in my taste.
“Why are you here?” he whispered to Lydia, and she smiled.
“She masturbated for the first time and wet her bed. She thought she had peed and called me in a panic to help her, poor thing was embarrassed. She grew up without her mother to tell her about these things…” She was only eighteen, still young in their world
He sniffed the air and could smell the sheets soaked with her juices. In the far corner of the room, waiting for the housemaids to come get them. Her smell.. Her taste.. It was overwhelming his desires. His beast roared within him.
“She still does not know who she is?” Lydia questioned him.
“We will maintain the same story my father told years ago…” He had made up his mind to keep her and one day claim her as his mate.
“I see,” Lydia said, knowing his intentions.
“She wants you too, you know?” she spoke before leaving.
“I know,” he whispered as he gave me one last kiss.. Before following Lydia out.
The next morning…
I stood there lost in thought. I noticed a faint scent lingering in the air. It was his.
He was here last night.
Valin entered the King’s court,
“My King, we have located the bastards that torched Traykor!”
This got his immediate attention.
“Gather my warriors,” he commanded.
Valin rushed out to sound the call.
I heard the commotion in the courts below my balcony. I ran out to see. I watched all his warriors gather, waiting for the signal. When it was given, I watched them one by one shift into their beast, and then I saw my King, his face turned to me, he smiled just before shifting into the largest beast I had ever seen. I watched him as he and his warriors lifted off the ground. His powerful wings pounded the air as he soared higher and higher, fading into the distant night skies.
I heard Lydia come in with my midnight drink.
“Where are they going?” I asked. She smiled at my words; they contained no fear, only concern for my King.
“He is going to slaughter those who torched your village,” she watched me stare out into the distance.
“You know what he is, yet all you care about is his safety,” she said, waiting for me to turn around, but instead, I walked further out onto my balcony.
“He is beautiful,” I whispered.
She laughed, handing me the drink that he instructed her to fix for me once daily.
“Don’t tell him that, his head is big enough already.” We both laughed as she wrapped her arms around me. The night air was getting colder now. I sipped my drink; it was the same drink my father used to make for me, but how did King Rryan know that?
I treasured my time with Lydia. She wasn’t much older than I was, but she told me she had been the King's personal maid and assistant for a very long time. She was the only friend I had, but she was much more than a friend.
“I miss him already,” I sighed, making my way back inside, where it was warm.
She pulled me close to her.
“He’ll return soon, he always does, drink up.” I felt warm and wet again, with just the thought of him in his beast form.
“Are you one of them, too?” I asked. “I won't tell, I promise.”
“I know,” she smiled.
She motioned for me to come sit by her, on my bed.
“Now let me show you how to do this properly,” she said as she lifted off my nightgown. She pulled me up further onto the bed, propping pillows behind me and a folded towel under me.
“Now watch what I do,” she said as she slowly spread my legs apart. I blushed bright red. She lowered her head between my thighs and softly kissed my privates.
I could feel her warm, wet lips as well as her tongue slipping into my opening. I gasped with extreme pleasure and delight; it felt so good. She pulled back just a little, her hot breath on my clit.
“You like that?” she whispered.
I shook my head yes, not wanting her to stop. I bit down on my bottom lip hard as I lifted my hips to meet her lips again, not wanting her to stop. I blushed hard.
“Does that mean you want me to continue?” she teased. Her hot breath reached out,, caressing and teasing my privates.
“Yes,” I whispered as I spread my legs some more.
“Watch me,” she said as she pulled back my lips, revealing my swollen clit. She put her finger in her mouth, wetting it. Then she rubbed my clit, slow at first. The jolt this sent through me was intense; it was like the purest pleasure I had ever felt. My breath sped up, and moans escaped my mouth. I couldn’t stop watching her. My hips started moving slowly, matching her rhythm.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she said as she watched my face, my eyes slowly closing as I moaned.
She smiled just before her tongue kissed my clit, sending a new wave of pleasure that surpassed what I felt before; my breaths became quick gasps. Her tongue lapped at my clit, sending jolt after jolt of intense pleasure throughout my body. I tried to close my legs it was too much! I couldn’t stand it.. But I didn’t want her to stop.
She forced them back open and held me down. She began licking and sucking my clit like it was a nipple, and she was demanding to be fed my juices.
I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. I exploded in her face as she latched down hard on my opening, sucking my juices as it flowed into her mouth. I could hear her loud moans as she drank me.
Afterwards, she licked me clean.
She leaned in to kiss me good night, I was spent.
“He will love you even more than he already does. Your taste is divine,” she said as she tucked me in.
“He loves me?” My eyes flew open. I now wanted to hear more; sleep can wait. “Tell me more,” I pleaded.
She sat in the rocking chair he had placed next to my bed. I climbed into her lap, cuddling in her arms.
“Soon, you will see,” she gently rocked me.
“The pull of his power, the rush of adrenaline when he’snear me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” I admitted, “I want more!”
Lydia smiled, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light.
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s what binds us all to him, what makes us his.”
Then her eyes glazed over, she spoke, “It is done, he is ripping through them all, and he now holds the one who killed your father. His screams fill the air around them.”
Her vision showed his beast ripping off the man's head, and the crunching of his skull between his beast's jaws. The sound could be heard for miles around. Then her eyes cleared.
“Did you just see it?” I asked, watching her carefully.
“I did, we are both an important part of the King's world now. Bound to him by ties of blood and power. I am a seer, just like your mother was.”
I had known that my mother ‘knew things’ and that others had sought her out for her abilities.
