The Twisted Links

Chapter 63

CHAPTER 63

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The light morning breeze promised another warm day. The tent flaps were briefly ruffles by the sudden gust their movements went unnoticed by the occupants. Gairam Manasseh, exiled prince and former general groaned his release as the fair-haired beauty beneath him moaned with pleasure. Licking away the last bit of blood from her shoulder, he laid on his side enjoying post sex glow.

Watching his Beloved twirling a silver blade idly in between her slender fingers, brought a smile to Prince Grim's face. He remembered seeing her for the first time in that hovel of a village. The way she walked and held herself so gracefully as she carried a tray of drinks. All the men watched her with lust in their eyes. He wished to pluck the offending items from their heads but then his little one would be without protection against the invading hordes. So, he struck a deal instead. His Beloved would be treated like the princess she was in exchange for ten measly years of protection for the swine that surrounded his pearl.

And what a princess she grew to be. Their second meeting solidified his love.

Flashback...

He had returned and the bodies of all the people in the village lay dead or convulsing in their own vomit. Prince Grim entered into the main hall where he had met his Beloved the first time. Her bright blue eyes were lit with an unholy light and a beautiful smile stretched her lovely pink lips. Her milk pale skin was coated in blood as she repeatedly stabbed the chieftain over and over.

He rushed to her side. "Careful, my Beloved." He said catching her hand with the knife clutched tightly under her fingers. "The blade is now slippery and I do not wish for any harm to come to your body." He smirked before adding, "Unless I'm the one damaging it." The sparks from their contact made him smile and he leaned down to sensually lick the blood from her delicate skin.

Melanie wasn't sure of what to make of this stranger. He had not aged a day since he left from a decade before. He must be a devil. All men were devils in her eyes. Though none of the men took her virginity the chieftain couldn't resist making her pleasure himself and anyone that wanted her to by using her hand. She always tried to stop it but was brutally beaten.

Yesterday had marked the ten-year point when the stranger had promised to return. The chieftain boasted that since the prince hadn't return that she was now his. He had kept his promise but now if she wasn't collected by today then he would snatch the prize for himself.

Never trusting the reliability of a man, Melanie took her fate into her own hands and poisoned everyone. The chieftain himself she took care of personally. Snatching her hand away, she tried to stab the stranger. He deftly dodged her attempted strikes. Seeing her so enraged and vicious in her determination to kill him, stirred his loins like no other woman had ever before.

Melanie screamed in frustration. Quickly tackling her in the blink of an eye, they both tumbled on top of a pile of furs. She had dropped the knife but landed a hard punch to his left eye. Pain shot through her hand. It felt as though she had hit stone.

The prince pinned her beneath him, holding her until she tired herself out. Panting she glared up at him. The eye that she had hit had no signs of injury. She wondered how that was possible since she definitely felt the punch. Her hand still throbbed. Meeting his eyes, she felt something so foreign stir within her. It calmed her while at the same time she felt as though her spirit were soaring like a great bird in flight. She didn't know what to make of it.

The prince leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her pale pink lips. Her breath caught as an explosion of feeling rained on her frazzled senses. There was nothing disgusting about this kiss. Instead of being sloppy and forceful he was cool and gentle but he was still kissing her without her permission to do so. Angry at the thought of him being just like the other men who wanted to rape her, she shoved him away. As she moved away from him, she felt a deep sorrow. The likes of which she hadn't experienced since her father had died. The air stirred as cloud of vapor formed and a monster stepped from the mist.