*yawn* It's 1:47AM and I just got back from Shepherds' Mass. Since the chapter was finished earlier this day, I decided to publish it before going to sleep.
So: Merry Christmas to you all, wherever you are and whoever you are. May the Newborn God blesses you and fills your hearts with joy.
That having said, a new chapter:
Rumbustious jeers and hoots accompanied their departure from the Grand Hall.
The King's left arm slid from her stomach and she felt cold fingers cupping her from behind. She dipped her head, looking at her feet, hiding her face behind bangs. Her cheeks were flaring with embarrassment at this display of ownership.
As soon as they left the celebrations and the doors were closed, the offending hand was removed and Kruger moved a few steps forward. She stopped in her tracks, unsure of what has just happened. Not hearing her footsteps, the monarch looked over his shoulder.
"Follow me," he said in a husky voice and noticing her furtive glances at the doorway, added: "Don't even think of escaping. It'll do you no good."
After that a smile was sent her way, yet she couldn't help but wonder whether she really should take comfort in it.
They passed a few corridors, when the King stated:
"So, you're from the seafarers, am I right?" Another glance was sent her way. She turned her eyes away: how was she supposed to answer this question, having forgotten all of her past? "The song, it was in the language of the northern seafarers, so I gathered you are one of them. Or is it just the song that you picked up somewhere?"
Suddenly, pictures flashed in her mind, pictures of tall ships breaking waves, bracing storms and discovering new lands, only to return to their mother shores where they were awaited and missed.
"Yes, my Lord," she finally managed to whisper. "I was born among them."
"Splendid! I've never met one of your kind and the word is that you're exceptionally hot-blooded when it comes to intimate games." The King turned a corner and she noticed that he grinned. "And what would be your name, my seafarer?"
"It's Shizuru, my Lord." Another piece of her past, another piece of her identity, coming back to her just like that, after avoiding her ever since awakening in the slave coop.
"Nice one," admitted the King stopping by the door. He opened it and motioned for her to enter the room. "But I think I'll stick to Seafarer. What do say?"
Shizuru simply lowered her head, so he closed the door and turned the key. The sound of it caused shivers to ripple her skin.
"Now, my Seafarer, strip." At these words she jerked her head, astonishment in her ruby eyes.
The King ignored this, walked past her and upon reaching the bed, he started to undo ties of his robe. She couldn't help but focus on the slim hands moving from one knot to another until they were all loose and the man shed his garment, revealing a set of azure, satin shirt and pants. Her eyes followed the movement of the robe, sliding down the King's body, finally stopping below his waist.
The girl whimpered at the sight and tears threatened to escape her eyes. She knew that she was a mere slave, that she was supposed to serve the King with her body, helping him to release tension in any possible way but still, the thought of it scared her. Especially now, that she saw what she was soon to take.
Kruger noticed her hesitation and in a blink of an eye stood in front of her.
"I said, strip. Have you not heard?" He gathered the fabric of her dress in his fists. "Or do you need some help?"
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The slave girl shook her head and slowly proceeded to dismantle her own attire, her hands trembling.
Kruger moved back to his bed, his eyes all the while fixed on Shizuru, for she was truly a sight to behold. From her fawn tresses and entrancing crimson eyes to full lips, certainly soft and sweet, to nicely shaped breasts, their size perfectly fitting her figure, to slim, creamy legs and a treasure hidden at their joint - there was not a single blemish to her beauty.
"Good," he praised the girl. Then he frowned when she tried to cover herself with her arms. "Ah, don't do that. You wouldn't want to anger me right now, would you?"
Submissively, she lowered her hands and took a few steps towards the bed so that she was within his arms' reach. The King immediately made use of this, his fingers touching pert breasts, caressing them and squeezing gently. A lovely blush tinted the girl's cheeks and her face scrunched a bit. At this sight, he stood up and cupped her face with a free hand.
Shizuru finally looked at him, her eyes full of apprehension and embarrassment. The sight of her crimson orbs made him capture her lips. He tasted them and found them to his liking so he deepened the kiss. His tongue was like an explorer of an unknown territory, mapping her mouth and gathering more of her sweetness.
When they finally pulled apart, the King smiled smugly, like a cat after having a bowl of cream. Catching half-lidded gaze of his slave, he chortled.
"That was one fine treat, my Seafarer. I wonder whether your other lips would taste as good." With this, he pushed his fingers between her thighs, probing for wetness and finding it scarce. Slightly displeased, he started massaging her there, while busing his other hand with her breasts.
The girl shivered and visibly tried to suppress mixed sensations her body got from his touches. When the King hit particularly sensitive spot, she whimpered:
"Please, don't..."
"Don't what?!" yelled Kruger, suddenly disconcerted, and threw her onto the bed. "Who're you to tell me what I can or cannot do?"
The lying figure said nothing, worrying her lower lip, shutting her eyes closed so that the tears would not spill. Rubbing his forehead, the King stepped to the table not far from the bed. Having poured some wine to the cup, he took a little crystal vial in his hand and mumbled to himself:
"Three drops to ease her mind, five to seven to intoxicate her, nine or more for the usual..." He looked into the mirror hanging over the table, eyeing the girl who has finally let her tears flow. "Nine drops..."
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As tears kept escaping her eyes, Shizuru dared to take a look at the King. With a cup in one hand and some vial in the other, he seemed to be pondering some serious dilemma.
"My Lord...?"
As soon as the words left her mind, she regretted saying anything at all, for Kruger slammed the unopened vial on the table and downed the cup in one swig. He then turned to her and breathing heavily, he bellowed:
"Get out of that bed!" When she didn't move, confused by his constant mood swings, he repeated, pulling her up: "Are you deaf? I said, get up!"
She scrambled to her feet and looked fearfully at him. But the King seemed not to notice her. He gathered some furs from his bed and threw them at the corner of his chamber.
"You'll sleep there." After heaving a few times, he added: "And don't you dare to come close to me before the new day arises."
Well, I never promised full blown lemon, right? At least, not yet :P
Just a reminder to calm your minds: this is NOT a futa story (meaning there'll be sensible explanation to what Shizuru saw in this chapter).
That having been said, I'm taking a little break from this story. I have enough material planned for 2-3 more chapters and then I'll have to decide which path I should take. Still, I don't want to write this aforementioned chapters right now, because the choice of the future development may force me to re-write them (gosh, this last sentence seriously sucks =.= forgive me, English is not my mother tongue). I'm thinking about introducing King's arch-enemy: High Priestess Tomoe but I still have problems with Shizuru (should she be double agent or just break from brain-washing? or maybe I'll leave Tomoe out of the story and decide on something completely different?).
Please, review. Share with me your doubts, questions and ideas. As I already said to Touyou no Shinju they're real inspiration :)
Thanks for dropping by and have a holly, jolly Christmas :D