Chapter 62: Chapter Sixty-two: Damien’s Story II: Bad attitudes
"Be careful your highness! Please get down from there!"
"No! My brother and I are having our playtime together and you shan’t disturb us!" young Cassian squealed childishly from a high tree in the courtyard. All the maids that had gathered around the tree were in dilemma. If either of the princes fell or got injured, the king will have their heads and if they didn’t get them down, they’d still have to account for watching them.
"Your highness. Please come down. You can play down here where it is safe." one of them pleaded with him.
"Go away I said! Would you like to be punished?!" he screamed at them then turned to the silent human statue beside him. "Come on brother. I know another tree in the mountains where we can watch the birds. Father has taken me during one of his hunting runs." Cassian said, sticking his tongues out to the servants below the tree, grabbing Damien’s hand and leaping far away.
"No! No please your highness come back!" they cries out as they tried to go after them. They ran for some distance but eventually stopped when the two miscreants kept leaping with insane speed.
"They aren’t even a hundred years and they still have so much energy." Jene said exasperated before collapsing to the floor.
"What will we tell the queen now? It’s almost evening and if we tell her the princes went off again, she’d get really worried."
While the maids sat together, wondering how to catch the two little devils, Damien and Cassian were sprinting and hopping on the trees. Cassian who had just turned eighty according to human time, turned to his brother who was just forty. But in their world, Cassian was just seven while Damien was three. Yet, they looked nothing like their ages.
"Are you sure it’s ok to go this far brother?" Damien asked, speaking up for the first time since they were caught. Cassian stopped hopping on a thin branch of a very high tree and Damien followed.
Ever since he was introduced to Cassian as his brother, Damien had never had a minute of rest. It was always one ’fun activity’ or the other. He didn’t hate it too much. He liked his company so he never turned down his offer to play...which was all the time! Well, except when they had royal lessons and training.
"Of course brother! We’ll get back just in time before mama finds us!" he squeaked, grinning sheepishly.
Damien’s face squeezed together shyly. "Won’t she scold us when the servants tell on us?"
"We’ll get back before she knows. Besides, the servants would probably keep this from her so she won’t worry too much. Now let’s go before it’s dark!"
"Jenelle." Mira called out from gazebo. She had been quietly watching everything that had happened from her carriage window and had sneaked down quietly after they had left. The past few years raising them had been blissful. She had actually worried a bit that Cassian wouldn’t be too accepting of his new brother who looked quite different from him. But it was all a wash. Her heart leapt in joy whenever she saw them play together all the time. It always made her happy.
Jene turned around to face her with a scared look on her face. She got up and dusted her dress of the sand that had clung to it where she dozed off. The other maids were already gone by the time she woke up. Traitors.
"Yes my Queen!" she replied, running over to her and kneeling.
Queen Mira smiled softly at her. "I just returned from an outing with the noble women at the house. It’ll be dinner time soon, fetch the boys and clean them up before the king returns too."
Jene peered up at the queen then flashed a wry smile.
"Uhm ...of course, your grace. I’ll have the boys ready by dinner! Don’t worry a bit!" she said with false enthusiasm.
"Alright then. I’ll be going upstairs to freshen up."
"Oh. Shouldn’t I come with you?"
"Don’t you have to get the boys?"
Jene shut her lips and set them in a thin line. "Oh god! Me and my stupid mouth!"
Mira looked at her briefly before walking away.
"Where could they be?!" she anxiously whispered to herself before dashing out of the gazebo.
The maids took off the heavy dress and jeweleries from Mira’s body and covered her with a thin robe. They led her to the large, luxurious bathroom with a small, pool like structure in the middle. The bath was filled with herbs, tree oils, freshly picked flowers and other fragrant shrubs.
"I’ll wash myself. You’re excused."
"Yes, your grace." the maids answered before walking out.
Once they were gone, Mira immersed herself completely in the water and remained like that for a few minutes.
"I see you’re enjoying your time pretty well, my queen." a deep voice echoed, snapping her out of her dreamlike state.
She peered through the water to find her husband in loose pants standing at the end of the bath. His chest was exposed, revealing his taut muscles and perfect body.
Alexandria walked slowly into the pool, never taking his eyes off her. Mira remained fixed in the spot, unmoving. There was just something about him that made her feel weak at times like this.
He hovered over her before immersing himself in the water with her. "Mmmmm..." he hummed, slowly wrapping his arms around her thighs and dragging her to him. Mira gasped softly as she was brought to her feet right in front of him with her leg in his palms.
His hand cupped her cheeks while the other stroked her thigh. Mira moaned at the touch. This man...
In a second, their lips collided with each other.
The water lapped around them as their lips fused in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Mira’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into his damp hair, pulling him closer as their mouths danced in a rhythm that felt both urgent and endless. His lips were firm and teasing, something distinctly him that made her knees weak. The hand on her thigh tightened, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to send a shiver racing up her spine.
"My queen...," he murmured against her lips in a rough, hoarse voice. "You’re driving me insane." His hand slid higher, tracing the curve of her hip beneath the water, his touch igniting sparks that made her pulse throb in places she couldn’t ignore.
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze which soon fell on her lips swollen from their kiss. "You’re one to talk," she whispered, her voice breathy and teasing. "You’re the one with your hands all over me." She arched into him, her body pressing flush against his and the heat of his skin searing through the thin barrier of water between them.
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through her. "Are you complaining?" His fingers brushed along the sensitive skin just above her waist like he was memorizing every inch of her. The water swirled around them, amplifying every touch of his.
"Not even a little," she purred, tilting her head to graze her lips along the sharp line of his jaw. She felt him shudder, his grip tightening on her as she nipped at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. "But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to keep up."
His eyes darkened, a wicked glint flashing in them as he pulled her even closer, their bodies now inseparable in the warm embrace of the water. "Oh, baby," he growled, his lips hovering just above hers, "you have no idea what I’m about to do to you."
Before she could respond, he kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping against hers in a way that made her toes curl. His hands roamed with one sliding up her back, splaying his fingers possessively across her spine and the other dipping lower, cupping her with a boldness that made her gasp into his mouth.
Mira’s hands weren’t idle either. She let them wander, tracing the hard planes of his chest to the taut muscles of his abdomen, feeling the way his body tensed under her touch. "You feel so good," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the soft splash of water as she pressed herself closer, her thighs brushing against his in a way that made him groan.
"You’re killing me," he rasped, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear, and she arched against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Keep making those sounds, and you’re not gonna last."
"Then don’t," she teased, her voice dripping with challenge as she hooked one leg around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The water buoyed them, making every movement feel weightless yet electric. "I want you to lose control, my love."
His stared at her, his eyes burning with a need that matched her own. Then, with a grin, he lifted her easily, guiding her legs to wrap fully around him. The water sloshed around them, as he pressed himself against her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core.
"Mira," he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every second. His hands roamed freely now, one anchoring her against him, the other slipping beneath the water to tease her in ways that made her head spin. "Tell me what you want."
She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as his touch sent waves of heat crashing through her. "You," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "All of you. Now."
Mira’s legs tightened around his waist, her thighs gripping him with a desperate need as she felt the hard, unyielding length of him pressing against her core, teasing her through the slick heat of the water and his loose pants. Her nails bit into his shoulders, anchoring her against the dizzying rush of sensation as his hands roamed her body with a hunger that matched her own.
"Mira...," he growled, his voice a raw, primal rasp that sent shivers racing down her spine. She loved it so much when he called her name. His lips found her neck again, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, each bite sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "You’re so fucking perfect." His words were a lit match, igniting the fire already raging inside her, and she felt herself clench in anticipation, aching for more.
She couldn’t form a coherent response, only a soft, needy whimper as his fingers slipped inside her, slow and deliberate, stretching her in a way that made her head spin. The water made every movement slick, amplifying the delicious friction as his fingers curled, finding that spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Oh, babe," she gasped, her head falling back against the tiled wall, her body trembling under his touch. "Don’t stop...please, don’t stop."
"Never," he vowed, his voice thick with desire as he kissed her again, his lips claiming hers with a fierce, possessive hunger. His tongue swept against hers, mirroring the rhythm of his fingers as they worked her, slow and relentless, building the pressure in her core to an almost unbearable intensity. Her hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure, her moans muffled against his mouth as the water sloshed around them noisily.
Mira’s hands roamed his body, desperate to feel every inch of him. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his chest, the taut ridges of his abdomen, before slipping lower, wrapping around the hot, throbbing length of him. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her as his hips bucking slightly into her touch. "Fuck, Mira," he rasped, his voice breaking as she stroked him, her movements slow and teasing, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside her. "You’re gonna drive me out of my mind."
"Good," she purred, her voice husky, dripping with challenge as she tightened her grip, feeling him pulse in her hand. "I want you to feel what you’re doing to me." She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "I want you to lose control with me."
With a swift, powerful movement, he lifted her higher, ripped of his pants in one go and flinging it to the side. His full length came into view and Mira couldn’t stop staring at it. He guided himself to her entrance, the tip of him teasing her slick folds. The anticipation was maddening, her body trembling with need as she locked eyes with him, seeing the same raw, desperate hunger mirrored in his gaze.
"Tell me you want this," he murmured, his voice caressed her as he held himself just at the edge, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her steady as the water swirled around them.
"I want you," she breathed, her voice trembling with need, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against him, urging him closer. "I need you inside me. Now."
That was all it took. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust into her, filling her completely in one deep, relentless stroke. Mira cried out, her voice sharp and desperate, echoing in the steamy confines of the shower as her body stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming. The delicious burn of him inside her mingling with the slick heat of the water made every nerve in her body alight with pleasure.
He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to him. "You feel so fucking good."
Then he moved, slow at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her toes curl. Mira’s legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back as she met his thrusts, her hips rocking in time with his, chasing the pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter in her core.
"Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking as she clawed at his back, leaving red trails in her wake. "Please, I need—" Her words dissolved into a moan as he obliged, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. His hands slid to her ass, gripping her tightly as he angled her just right, hitting that spot again and again until her vision sparked with white-hot stars.
"You’re mine," he growled, possessively, as he leaned in to kiss her again. His tongue swept against hers, swallowing her cries as he drove into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. One hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, circling it with ruthless precision. Each touch was a spark, igniting the fire in her core, pushing her closer to losing herself.
Her thighs trembled around him, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the tension coiled tighter, tighter, until it was almost unbearable. "I’m so close," she whimpered, her voice raw, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him, her body arching against his. "Please, don’t stop."
"I’ve got you," he promised, his voice a low, fierce vow as he thrust harder, deeper, his fingers working her clit with a skill that made her head spin. "Come for me, Mira. Let me feel you fall apart."
A scream tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing in the steamy air as her body convulsed around him as the tension in her core snapped, and her climax crashed over her with devastating force. Her core clenched in pulsing, rhythmic waves, each one more intense than the last. Her vision blurred, her body trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders as she returned from her high.
"Mira," he growled again, his voice breaking as his hips moved with his thrusts growing erratic and desperate. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her one last time, a primal, shuddering groan ripping from his chest. His release hit like a storm, his body convulsing against hers as he spilled inside her, the heat of it sending fresh tremors through her already oversensitive nerves.
She threaded her fingers through his damp hair, pulling him into a slow, languid kiss that tasted of satisfaction. "You’re not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice husky, dripping with mischief despite the exhaustion tugging at her limbs. She nipped at his lower lip, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "But don’t think I’m done with you yet."
His eyes flared with renewed hunger, a wicked, predatory smile curving his lips. Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and carried her out of the bath with water dripping from their bodies onto the cool bathroom floor.
The door flung open and the bed stood before them. He laid her down and moved his hands to roam her body as if memorizing every curve of her. "I’m going to worship you," he promised, as he climbed over her, pinned her to the mattress with his body. "Every inch of you, until you’re begging me to stop."
Mira’s breath caught, her body already aching for him again and her skin flushed with anticipation. She reached for him, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest. "Bring it on," she whispered, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to lose herself in him all over again.