Chapter - 2
To say that Kal-El was happy would have been the understatement of the century. The second he got down after a rather breathtaking ride on Mon-El's dragon, he ran straight back to the castle to tell his parents what he had just done. Kal-El was only seven, and his parents knew they would have said no if he had asked their permission, but the Prince was old enough—in his mid twenties—to not let anything bad happen to their son.
"And then we flew over the river, it was so biggg," Kal-El narrated his very first dragon flying experience to his uncle, Zor-El, who sat listening to him with a bright smile on his face. When Zor-El finally asked his daughter if she had a good time looking around, Kara's eyes unwantedly shot up to Mon-El, who was suppressing a grin. She quickly lied about liking her short walk.
Mon-El smiled at them pleasantly as he spoke, "I need to be somewhere, if you would excuse me. Do have a pleasant evening."
When the Els had said their goodbyes, the Prince left the great hall without another glance. Kara watched him leave and a part of her wanted to follow him and talk to him, to tell him never to touch her again; but another part of her needed exactly what she didn't want.
Mon-El had left the guests and headed straight to a gathering, knowing he would get exactly what he needed there. He could see that Hal-An didn't want to be here. His friend didn't like partaking in the merriments. At first, Mon-El had his doubts; he used to wonder if Hal-An was not interested in the beautiful women at the court, but the day he saw Hal-An secretly meeting with none other their oldest friend, Zora, Mon-El knew his friend was in love. It was a surprise to Mon-El why Hal-An hadn't married Zora yet.
"You can leave if you want," Mon-El said to Hal-An before entering the hall. "I'm sure you don't want to keep her waiting."
Hal-An stiffened. "Nothing like that, Your Highness. I can stay as long as you wish."
"Then go. I want you to go now." Mon-El winked at him and walked into the hall. As soon as he stepped in, many eyes fell on him. So many seductive glances and not-so-subtle touches, but amongst the crowd, his eyes still searched for the beautiful blue comets.
Shaking his head at the women who were ready to throw themselves at him, he made his way towards the corner where people were taking drugs.
"What have you got here?" he asked, looking at the drugs that lay in front of him in small beakers.
"Your Highness, the usual. Pleasure and ecstasy. Calmness. Distraction," the man dealing answered.
The fact that Mon-El was in need of all of them after pinning up the Kryptonian against a tree earlier… He kneaded his temple and asked for the Distraction.
"Would you like to take it as it is or smoke, Your Highness?" the man asked.
"Smoke."
The man nodded and quickly wrapped it up and handed it over to Mon-El, who in return paid him one gold coin and walked out of the hall in a hurry. He could have sat there, enjoyed a dance or two, but he didn't feel like doing that now. Right now all he wanted was to see the Kryptonian girl, to tease her some more.
Grinning, he made his way towards her chamber. As he had guessed, she hadn't locked the door, so he walked in without knocking.
Kara had been lying on the bed, facing the other side, but when she heard the door open, she sat up straight, panic taking over her. Her eyes softened when she saw Mon-El closing the door and smirking at her. But anger took over as she demanded, "What are you doing here?"
Mon-El shrugged. "Last time I checked, I was the Prince of Daxam and this castle belonged to me. So that means I can walk into any chamber whenever I want."
"Oh, so you are not just a pervert, you lack manners too!" Kara glared at him.
All Mon-El did was chuckle as he made his way towards her. She moved back till her back touched the bed frame. Mon-El came to sit next to her. He noticed that she was wearing a silk chemise, one that he would happily rip off her and take her right here. But he controlled himself.
"Look, you might be the Prince, but don't you dare think I won't scream the place down if you touch me!" Kara threatened him.
He found her amusing. No one ever dared to threaten him. He was the Prince after all. But Kara Zor-El dared, every single time.
"Well, the walls are made of stone, so even if you scream, your voice won't go out," he said calmly. "But don't worry, I haven't come here to do anything. I just wanted to talk. To get to know more about the Kryptonian customs."
This truly surprised Kara as her shoulder sagged in relief. The Daxamite wanted to know more about Kryptonian customs, did the sun rise from the east today?
"What do you want to know?" she asked with a small smile.
"How do you pleasure yourself?"
The minute he asked that, Kara's smile fell. She grabbed the cushion and started hitting him with it. Mon-El laughed and grabbed the cushion from her hands and threw it away. "Just answer me, Lady Kara."
"Look, I don't know what you are talking about, you should leave."
"Do men not lay with their women on Krypton?"
Kara's face reddened. "You mean… share a chamber?"
"More like sharing a bed," he explained. "And doing a lot more."
"What?"
Mon-El observed her face for a couple of seconds. She really didn't have an idea. She had no clue what happened when two people were alone together. So, he decided to help her out.
"Lady Kara, how do Kryptonians make babies?"
Her eyes widened when she heard him ask that. She knew how it happened alright. "Birthing Matrix. DNA is isolated from the parents and Birthing Matrix takes care of everything else. At the end of the term, the parents can take their child home."
Mon-El gave her a feeble nod. "And were you conceived in such an artificial manner?"
Kara nodded. "Yes. All Kryptonian children are born through the Birthing Matrix. Well, except for Kal-El. He was Krypton's first natural birth in many years." The Prince grinned at her, and she couldn't help but frown. "What is it?"
"Your uncle and aunt had sex," he said nonchalantly. But when he saw that she was barely reacting to what he had said, he rolled his eyes and added, "Sexual intercourse? Consummation? Making love? Does any of that sound familiar?"
Kara shook her head, making Mon-El wince lightly.
"How old are you again, Lady Kara?"
"I turn eighteen in two weeks," she replied. When she saw him nod quietly, she asked, "And you?"
Mon-El raised a single brow. No one ever asked him how old he was on Daxam. It was simply not permissible to ask certain things to the royals. But Kara was not just some Daxamite. "I'm twenty-five," he replied. "And you don't know anything about sex."
"And is that important?"
"Very. It's the most basic way of seeking pleasure."
"Like how you… umm… kissed me?" The tinge of red on her cheeks made him smile.
Mon-El nodded and leaned closer, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek. "But know this, the other men on this planet will tell you are innocent with just one glance at you. You are not safe."
"What do you mean I'm not safe?" Kara demanded. "I am good at combat. I won't allow anyone to touch me!"
"Really now?" Mon-El smirked as he leaned closer and brushed his lips over hers softly. Kara stiffened again. For some reason all his kisses felt different. As if there was some kind of magic he was doing to her. Summing up the courage, she leaned closer and pressed her lips against his. When he finally pulled away, but not entirely, he whispered against her lips, "Your innocence allures me." With that, he stood up and walked out of the room in a hurry.
Knowing if he stayed back, he would have lost control around Kara, he headed straight to the Astronomy tower. Lighting up the cigar he had kept in his pocket, he started smoking it, blowing puffs as he leaned against the wall. He had bought drugs for distraction, but what he really needed was pleasure. After seeing the Kryptonian beauty, women of his own planet fell short. Mon-El had no way to explain what he was feeling, so he decided not to ponder upon that and talk to Hal-An about it later. His friend had a lover now, maybe he would know what was going on.
He had been so lost in thoughts that he had failed to notice someone who stood in the shadows, looking at him. But when that someone spoke, Mon-El jumped, the cigar falling from his hand. "Grife!" he cursed loudly and looked up to see Kara stepping out of the shadows. She wore one of the Daxamite cloaks and had covered her head with a hood.
Removing the hood, she moved closer. She saw the fallen cigar and stepped her slipper on it and broke it.
"Are you insane?" Mon-El yelled. "That was worth one gold coin!"
"Does it look like I care?" She simply shrugged and turned to face the beautiful night sky. Mon-El stood scowling at her. If this was her payback for him kissing her then she was in big trouble. "Say," she began to speak, "who takes the Crown if something happens to you?"
Mon-El winced. Again, this was also something no one was allowed to talk about. Death was an abhorrent subject to talk about on Daxam. "My son, if I have one before I pass through the veil. If I do have a daughter, she becomes the Queen."
"Okay, seeing as you don't have any children now, who takes the throne next?"
"Why does it even bother you, Kryptonian?" Mon-El frowned at her, displeased by where this was going.
"Answer me."
"Kara Zor-El, let me remind you that I am the Crown Prince of Daxam and if you weren't the guest of the crown, believe me, I would have thrown you out."
Kara simply smirked and said, "I know. So tell me, who takes the throne after you?"
Mon-El let out a loud sigh and kneaded his forehead. "My cousin. Why do you ask?"
"Is your cousin married?"
"Yes. A year ago. He's going to be a father soon."
"So if your cousin does take the throne, his child would be next in line, so the bloodline of the royal house of Gand breaks with him? Is he your cousin from your father's side? An uncle's son?"
Mon-El shook his head. "My father has no brothers or sisters. He does have a cousin and it's her son who will take the crown after me. He's not a Gand. But why do you ask all this? Why does it even bother you?" He let out a bitter laugh.
"You are the only person who can assure the bloodline of Gand passes on to the next generation, correct me if I'm wrong," Kara spoke confidently, meeting eyes with him.
"Yes. I'm the only one."
"You asked me why it bothers me… maybe it doesn't. But it sure should bother you, Your Highness. Here you are taking these… medicament for the wrong reasons, making sure the bloodline dies with you someday. Why don't you talk to your cousin and ask him to be ready to take the throne? After all, you are handing it over to him in a silver platter that is your own death. Many congratulations to him." With that, Kara turned around and walked away without another word. But all that she had said to Mon-El had a huge impact on him as he collapsed with his back against the wall, his eyes widening as her words sunk in.
A/N: Oohhh! Burn! Kara sure knows how to put him in his place. And damn, Mon-El needs to learn some self control. XD So, how are you all liking this new story?
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