My breathing becoming more uneven as I'm getting nearer and nearer to the guards. Beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead as I analyze the dimly lit hallway. The floor looked to be a grey stone floor, but it was hard to tell with all the dried blood once splattered on the surface.
The walls were dark red. A maroon color, the color appeared to be just painted on as the color appeared fresh and crisp. The color peered to look a little to similar to blood for your liking, you visibly gulped as a absurd idea popped into your imaginary head. Perhaps they actually painted the walls with blood, you shivered from the horrendous idea, you wouldn't have put it past them.
You stared at the walls for a little to long because the next thing you knew, you were standing two feet in front of the guards. Each of them were looking at you with confusion plastered on their sharp faces. You decided to do a quick inspection since you needed to pinpoint their weak spots. You scanned their body, and holy... crap. Muscles... muscles... muscles! If they really wanted to they could bend you in half with one measly arm.
Damn this is gonna be harder than you previously thought, you shifted your gaze down and gulped feeling sweat roll down your back as you took in the long silver sword hooked at each of their hips. They each must have cleaned their swords earlier today, from the way the light reflected off of the shiny metal surface. Not even a speck of dirt could be seen on the surface of the sword, it seemed to shine, even in the dimly lit hallway.
You felt yourself begin to shake while you turned your attention back to the faces of the two guards. The one standing on the left had a full grown out beard. A box cut beard, that looked to be just trimmed. He looked to be about 50, the wrinkles forming by his light brown eyes giving his age away. His brown hair was slicked back not allowing a single strand of hair to come loose.
The guy stationed on his left, looked to be about two inches taller than the other male on his right. Which made him a good 5'11. This one was surprisingly handsome, with his short dark brown hair, that lay messily on top of his head. That made him look like he just rolled out of bed. His emerald eyes seemed to shine while looking at you, a smirk formed on his lips, from catching you staring. You noticing his narcissistic behavior, caused you to scoff and glare at him before you looked away, hoping to not boost his already high ego.
It looked like you were in the clear, don't ask me how they didn't notice the changes. You were just glad they were sloppy enough at their job to not even pay attention to the red haired woman from before. Your lips began to form a smile, but you caught yourself just in time to stop the laugh that was aching to spill out.
You smiled and fluttered your long dark eyelashes at both of the men, causing step one to come into play.
"Hi boys," you smirked at them and nonchalantly came forward and rested your left hand on the broad arm of the bearded man. "Aren't you a little tired from standing their all day?" You asked with a seductive voice, as you slowly dragged your hand down from his arm and continued down until you hit his lower torso, just above his member. "I promise it'll be worth your time. Trust me." You seductively winked as you slid your hand further down to hover over his member. Your fingers slowly began to trail down the length of his member, as he let out a low groan and pushed his hips closer to you, urging you to continue.
He looked down at you and smiled, showing slightly crooked teeth with yellow blotched stains. He brought the hand that was once nearest to his sword closer to you, grabbing you around the waist and bringing you closer to him. So close you could smell his putrid breath, blowing on your nose. "I guess I could go for a little break, just for you, beautiful." You fought the urge to push him off of you as he began to squeeze your ass. You were used to people calling you beautiful, you had a lot of stunning features. One was your long wavy brown hair that reached the middle of your back. Next was your high cheek bones and straight nose, and you couldn't forget your hourglass shape that came with your job.
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The Crown's Creature
FantasyWhen you despise the crown it's hard not to show it. Especially for a hot-headed girl like Delia. She works with the rebellion causing Delia to eventually get stuck in a place where she vouched to never enter... the palace. She gets caught in the...