Title: Be mine, my regal little princess…
Author: kira
Rating: M
Words: 500
Characters: Meena/Harold West
Summary: Devious minds deserve each other…
Author's note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and suggesting a summary…
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Meena had a regal air about her and Harold West thought she was extremely exotic with her dark skin and lilting accent. No stranger to palace intrigue, she was also gifted with a quick, devious mind. West wanted her at first sight. So he set about seducing her, not an easy thing to do with the prince around. It had taken weeks, but she had promised to meet him tonight in some long forgotten pavilion. West waited, smoking a cigar as visions of Meena danced in his head. He put out his cigar on the crumbling masonry, gathering her in his arms when she appeared.
"Meena…" he whispered against her lips. "You came… I thought that stupid-"
"He is but a child and as such, he has been tucked in his bed and is fast asleep."
They laughed.
"Shall we?" Meena backed out of his embrace. Grabbing the hem of her kurta, she pulled the soft cotton shirt over her head. She quickly shimmied out of her salwar.
West's breath hitched in his throat. He never in his wildest dreams expected her to be so forward, standing there naked, offering herself like a tasty mango. His body responded and his cock grew hard when he pulled her close again.
Meena kissed him, encouraging his hands to wander her body. She could tell he wanted her in a physical sense, but it had taken her a long time to feel the same way. She was wary of being used as his plaything while he remained in India, but when she found out he was leaving, she decided to make a move. If bedding him would get her away from the life which grew more unbearable by the day, she would do it.
"My love…" West whispered huskily.
"Yes…?"
"Help me undress…"
"With pleasure…" Her hands trembling, she helped him disrobe, and soon he was just as naked as she was. Meena ran her hands over his pale flesh, kissing him. Pulling away, she lay down on the ground, spreading her legs.
West, cock in hand, knelt between her legs. She moaned softly when he thrust inside, his breath quickening as he developed his rhythm. Little waves of pleasure pooled deep within his groin as he inched closer to his completion. Their lovemaking was primal, loud, needy and just as heady as their first times had been.
"My little Indian princess," he moaned as he climaxed hard, collapsing onto her.
"Yes?" she teased, wrapping her arms around him.
"Come away with me, back to England…"
"You would take me there…?"
"Yes… hell, if you want, I'll marry you… just say you will." Damn! If we pass you off as a princess, I'll be the envy of all my friends! Say you will!
I will be a rich man's wife, hunh? "Yes! I will come with you…" She kissed him. "In three days time we will leave while the rajah takes his sons on an inspection tour…"
"Until then, my love…"
"Until then…"