The War Lord's Prize

Chapter Nineteen

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Prefon's pov

"... And now I'm back here", I finished, a little out of breath and with tears pricking the corners of my eyes at yet another conclusion, that I was going to be taken away as a prize, and to my absolute horror I realised what I had just done.

I had just put the King of vampires through an unpleasant, unwanted, unasked for, did I say unwanted?.. verbal toture.

I slapped my hand over my mouth, literally. And it hurt, it hurt really bad.

The king stared at my hand over my mouth, a look I couldn't fathom in his eyes, and then slowly he moved his eyes to mine. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. I had never been a talker.

Why was I suddenly unable to keep my lips together?

"Please your majesty, forgive me. I didn't ...", I breathed through my mouth. Think! Think! " I wasn't ... I don't know why ... I can't ...", I breathed through my nose this time. Maybe it would give me back my ability to form a sentence. It did. "I'm sorry, your majesty". I cast my gaze away from his. "I'm sorry for hurting your ears".

It took a while before I heard a simple hmm from him.

I looked back at him, and he inclined his glass slightly in my direction.
"More wine", he muttered.

I grabbed the glass and stood as quickly as I could.
Was he going to punish me?

Third person pov

Lucien watched as she stood faster than a newly turned vampire, and marched to the table where the maid had put on display the most disgusting wines his mouth had ever had the discomfort of downing.

He hadn't asked her to get him more wine because he wanted it .. hell! If he knew where the wine was being produced, he'd march down there, destroy the place and everybody involved in making such an abomination.

He relished the taste of the wine in his mouth and would have shivered if he could. He was only drinking it, to occupy time. There was absolutely nothing to do but wait for the time for the duel and his dearest sister had found herself useful in the palace library, abandoning him.

He never liked books, or at least the reading part so he had to resort to wine drinking after his getaway from the palace was interrupted by ...

He looked over at her. He still didn't know her name.

She looked from bottle to bottle in concentration. He found it, again, amusing.

"Pick whichever one", he told her.

Her eyes turned on him. She did this thing where her body would freeze like she was on pause.
"I don't know much about wine, your highness".

"It shouldn't be hard to pick one".

She turned her eyes to the table. " Yes, but, they all don't smell good", her little nose crinkled. "I've served at Ryauche countless times. This is not how the wine smells. Is this a special kind of wine? I don't think you should be drinking this at all, especially if you don't like it".

Her bravery was incredible. She had given him more sentences before serving him than his maid back home had in her forty years of service.

"How do you know I don't like it?", He asked, truly intrigued. He never said so.

She turned to him and did the pause thing. It made him chuckle, a little, and very very low.
"I ... I ..".

"Speak freely", he told her. He wanted to compel her but, he wanted it to be natural. Well natural enough since he had compelled her to relax. He wondered how she would be around him if he didn't compel her at all.

"I saw it on your face when you were drinking your majesty", she stated, looking down at the table.

Very observant.

" I see", he pointed. " It still shouldn't be hard to pick one".

Her nose crinkled. " Are you sure you want to drink this, your majesty?".

He nodded curtly, and while she grabbed a bottle of yellow rubbish, he allowed himself the pleasure of the true reason he had told her to get him more wine. He had wanted to see the rest of her, and if wasn't hard before he most certainly was now.

The emerald gown she had on suited her brown skin tone nicely, it reminded him of soil and plants. Perfect harmony. It was sheer, with crystals covering the parts of her he wanted to see most. There was a slit that ran up her left hip, and he imagined tearing the gown through it as he gripped her thighs and ...

"Your majesty".

His eyes met hers. She must have seen something in them, that made her brows lower. She was unsure and a little scared. He could sense it. And she had every reason to. The thoughts in his head about her and that taunting gown were far from innocent.

"My wine", He demanded.

She started moving towards him, and it took all his willpower not to rise from his chair and lung after her. She was curvy in all the right places. Her body was perfect, she was perfect and he never knew he could want a human the way he wanted her at that moment.

It was scary how fast he was losing common sense. It was like bloodthirst.

She stopped close to where he sat.

"Your majesty", she uttered, he watched her lips wobble in uncertainty.

He stood, stopping mere inches away from her body and took the glass from her hand. It disappeared as soon as it touched his hand. He heard her gasp. Other beings truly didn't know much about what the originals were capable of.

His eyes dropped to her lips, and he found his finger on them. They were very soft he realized, as he traced them. He felt her hot breath on his fingers and heard how fast her heart had started beating.

"My ... My ...".

He moved closer to her. Till her warmth met his coldness. "Have you been kissed?", He asked.

She shook her head. Her eyes were on his. He hated when servants, pets, or anyone of lower rank than him met his gaze, which rarely happened. Whenever it did, they died. But he had lost count of how many times her brown eyes had met his willingly. It didn't displease him, it excited him. It was a strange thing.

A wicked smile graced his lips at her confession. "Very good".

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Prefon's pov

"Very good".

I barely heard the words.

Could barely think before his lips came crashing down on mine. I had never been kissed before. I never even thought of it. There were too many things for me to learn from Mistress Elena to allow me any time to think of actually being involved in those activities.

As hard as it sounds to believe, I had never thought of it. And now ...

His tongue invaded my mouth and I let out a gasp of surprise at the intensity of the kiss. I didn't know what to do. What was one expected to do when the King of vampires had his lips on theirs?

And then, his hands seemed to be everywhere. My thighs, down my back, making me shiver as he grabbed my bottom in his hands, they even grazed my chest area. I should have found it revolting. I should have. The creator knows, that if it were to be Prince Ranesh, I would be screaming for help or at least resisting but instead, I found myself, reciprocating.

I didn't know what to do, so I just followed his lips which was hard but soon our lips found a rhythm that I could manage.

He groaned as he pulled his lips away from the kiss for a moment, still holding me. His eyes met mine, they were dark, and something in them told me I was in a very dangerous situation, but I just stood there in silence staring back at him. Our heavy breathing was the only sound I could hear in the room.

My eyes dropped to his lips. Red and swollen. I wanted more. I had never felt like this before, there was just something...
His lips met mine again, with more urgency.

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