Sorry for not updating but i've been trying to finish all my stories before i start on new ones. Hopefully I can update sooner on this story. Thankz for bearing with me!
The man saw how the king made the woman scream with pleasure.
He saw how she begged to have him inside her, her beautiful naked body glistening with sweat.
The man wanted to tear his gaze away from the scene but couldn't.
He eyes were glued on the sweaty and moaning couple.
He wanted to be the one making her scream out in pure ecstasy.
He looked until she turned her face to the window. Her eyes locked on his.
His heart pounded and immediately he pulled back and hid under the window.
"Artie..." He heard her raspy whisper.
His heart pounded away.
Was she going to tell him?
He heard her moan and the image of the king on top of her was too much to think about without wanting to rip the king away from her and kill him.
He didn't risk looking in the window again for fear that she would see him again.
He didn't want to be caught.
He sat under the window, his brown hair falling into his chocolate eyes.
"Please…just…" It was torture for him to know she was begging the king for pleasure when it was he who wanted to be the one making her beg.
"Please...Artie..." The man was filled with an anger that blinded him as he heard her say the king's name.
He wanted to be the king. Not Artie.
He wanted to be the one ruling over with the woman he lusted from afar.
"Say..it.." He heard the king say, his voice thick with lust. "Say it…beg…"
It sickened him and his fists curled.
"Oh, god…Artie…please! I need you in me! Please! Just fuck me…"
The man groaned as he heard the king and his wife gasp and moan with the bed banging on the walls.
He wanted to rip the image apart that burned his mind.
He imagined having Anya underneath him, her body pressed against his, lips touching his, hands roaming his chest and raking his back as he plunged into her over and over again.
He felt his pants tighten and he looked down to see his erection sticking out.
He couldn't keep this up.
He needed the fairy godmother to help him.
He wanted Anya to be his.
He wanted to make love to her; he wanted to make her happy.
He wanted her and he was going to get her.
All he needed was to call upon the spirit of the fairy godmother so she could help him.
He needed to kidnap the king, take over his identity, and make Anya his.
He wanted to be the ruler of Far, Far away.
With the help of the fairy godmother, he was going to get it.
He realized that it was suddenly quiet and he took a risk to peek in the window.
The king and his wife were covered in blankets, snuggled together, quickly falling asleep.
His body grew hot with jealousy.
Anya should be pressed up against him, not the king.
But he swallowed his jealousy with satisfaction.
Because soon, very soon, the kingdom of Far, Far away will be his along with Anya.
The king would not be able to stop him.
"Enjoy her while you can because soon I will be the one holding her."
With one final look, he left.