Fated - Book 1 (Completed)

Chapter 2

Smooth, pale skin. I studied every inch of her as I watched her handmaidens flutter around. She stood on the dressing platform with a hard frown scrawled over her brow, and her short brown hair was an utter mess. I took some pride in knowing that I was the cause of the mess.
"Lord Artemis, which dress do you think the lady should wear?"
Her thick, accented voice drew my attention. The short, curved maiden was grinning up at me as she held up what I assumed were dresses; one was a shocking pink, while the other was a subtle shade of mixed blues.
"The blue one."
My eyes darted straight up to my wife, who stood there somewhat nude; the undergarment was a tempting site, and I preferred her naked.
"A blue dress?"
Her voice was soft, almost like bittersweet candy.
"Yes, the blue one; I assume it will look good on you, not like I plan on you keeping it on all night."
Flushed and puffed cheeks, I felt accomplished at the sight. A small smile flashed on my lips before I turned around and darted for my study.
My once peaceful small library was turned into a dressing room for my bride. She argued with her maidens in a loud manner, which made me intervene. She was noisy and moaning, distracting me from the duties that were waiting for me in what used to be a quiet study.
The room was nestled behind the bedroom, hidden behind a slender archway. A small fire and wall lights kept the room dimly lit. It was a haven for me, but since her arrival, I haven't been able to spend my time in peace.
A heavy silence fell around me once I finally took my seat once again. Papers, scrolls, and some scribbles were neatly piled on the old wooden table. The sight before me put me into an instant, peaceful state of mind.
"L-Lord Artemis."
Now what.
My eyes darted to the shy woman standing in the archway. She was in the usual maiden dress, black and white, with a red apron hugging her waist, and in her hands was what looked like a wooden box.
"What is it?"
The woman never hesitated as she stuttered forward. This was the woman who was chosen to be my bride's guardian; she behaved like a mouse, nestled in the corner, and watched the others scurry around Aurora as she grumbled and complained at the tugging.
"A box was delivered; it's from the queen."
She gently placed the box on my table, and before I could thank her, she spun around and vanished as quickly as she had appeared.
The box was small; light brown wood was used as its body; it looked hand-carved; and the perfectly designed copper edgings gave it away. In the small box were our marriage bands, each one created and crafted to suit us.
I sat there staring at the annoying trinket; it was a loud reminder that I was now bound to a woman whom I had only met four days ago, a woman whom I had bedded for the past three days, a woman who somehow was the only thing roaming in my mind constantly.
"Well?"
Her big green eyes were looking down at me; her short brown hair was still an utter mess, and her pale skin seemed to be hidden in the dimly lit room.
"Well, what, princess?"
A sigh rolled off her plump pink lips before she twirled around for me.
"The dress, my Lord?"
I felt a tang in my pants as she said the title.
"It looks fine; I prefer you naked."
My eyes kept on her face. I never looked at the dress, only the light blush over her cheeks. She stood there with a pout on her lips, her arms crossed immediately over her chest, hiding the part I liked about her body.
"You didn't even look; if I'm going to have to wear this stupid thing, you should look."
A demanding tone only made my groyne tighten some more.
"Fine, let me see it."
I forced myself out of my padded seat and made my way around the table, my eyes never leaving her face. The table was sturdy under me as I took my seat on the edge of the table. She slowly lowered her arms to her sides, showing me what she was hiding.
The dress flared out slightly as she did a slow twirl once again. I don't know much about the fashion of women, but the sight before me surely caught my attention. The material was cut to perfection as it hugged her body.
She slowly stalked towards me; she was barefoot, so she was a head, maybe two shorter than me—a small little monster that was disguised as a breathtaking woman.
"I like this part."
My voice was a raw whisper as I dropped a heavy finger on the centre of her chest. My finger slowly glided down her exposed torso. The dress she wore covered her breasts but was cut open until what I can call a belt, where my finger was hooked so that I could pull her closer to me.
She smelled like some kind of flower and coconut milk from her bath this morning, and I wondered if her skin tasted just as sweet. I rolled my eyes up to look into big green eyes that shook me to my core.
"Well, besides my chest being exposed just for your pleasure, this dress slips off easily for your convenience."
Her hands went up to her shoulders, where the dress's straps hugged her. She gently pushed the material aside, and she was right; the dress fell from her with utter ease, showing me her curved breasts. Her pinkish nipples were erect and excited to see me.
"I see. What about getting the rest of it off?"
My eyes ran up to her neck, then her lips; they were curved into a small smile. My finger was still hooked into the belt of the dress that was hugging her hips.
"What's in the box?"
I sat there, hard and in shock, as her attention fluttered towards the small box on my table. My chest was tight suddenly at the woman's short attention span. I released her and straightened up, pushing myself away from the table, hoping my shirt covered my erection.
"I believe our bands are in there; we need them for tonight's gathering."
She happily skipped towards the gift, showing off her exposed back; her pale skin was stained with grey markings that resembled her tribe's art. I ached to trace the piece that ran down her back; the markings didn't end at the lower back; instead, they danced down her ass and ended above the back of her left knee.
"Shit."
Her falling to the ground suddenly drew me out of my trance.
"I dropped yours, shit, shit."
She was on all fours, searching the floor for the missing band. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a heavy sigh left my lips. I spotted the rose gold band in the opposite direction that she was scanning.
"Hello, be useful, and help me."
Small, loud, and demanding—such a pain. As she scurried on the ground, I slowly made my way to where the band was sitting and stood over it. A smirk ran over my lips as thoughts of her on her knees flashed through my mind.
"If I help, I need something out of this princess."
I couldn't demand my desire out of her; instead, I needed to make a deal with the devil. She slowly turned around on her hands and knees. I had to pull my loose pants up slightly before I bent down to look her in the eyes.
"What do you want?"
Her voice had a low growl in it as she looked up at me with a furrowed brow. The sight was mesmerising.
"If I find the band, I require you to put those lips to use and wake me up with them."
Her furrowed brow faded as she pouted her lips in thought.
"What do you want me to do exactly?"
Was she playing dumb?
"I need you to use those lips and snappy tongue to wake me up every morning."
My lips curled into a smirk as she turned her pondering pout into another hard frown.
"Deal."
I licked my lips at her growled response. My hand fell to the ground, and I picked up the band; her frown faded to a look of shock. For a warrior, her eyes weren't sharp enough to spot the band under me.
"Dick."
She uttered the word as I pushed myself up from my crouched position. My fingers played with the band; it was thick and neatly cut to fit my finger; the outer rim was unmarked, but the inside had sleek writing in it; her name was etched into the metal; it was hidden from onlookers; and only I knew it was there. It was a request I made before the production.
My eyes were too focused on the small trinket that had so much power over my life now; the tugging at the belt of my pants drew my attention down to the little creature.
"Honestly, you're lucky that I enjoy tasting you."
She never looked up at me as she tugged my pants down to expose my still-erected member. I watched her in silence. I wasn't going to hold her to anything; I just wanted the fun of making her flustered and speechless.
"Why the piercing?"
Her voice was a low whisper. I watched her as she studied me; she well studied my member. The sight was strange, but I was fixed on it. She adjusted herself slightly before one of her hands wrapped itself around the base of my member.
Her hand was warm, gentle, and soft; her pink lips were what did it for me. She leaned in and kissed my tip, putting the piercing between her lips and gently pulling on it as she pulled away.
"I enjoyed the pain."
The words just rolled off my lips; they seemed to have caught her attention as her eyes shot up to look at me.
Fuck.
If I wasn't fully erect, I am now. The dress that was still wrapped around her waist was flared out under her, and she never put the top part back on, exposing her erect nipples. With her hand wrapped around the base of my rod, her lips slightly parted, and those big green eyes looking up at me, this was my new favourite site.
Without a word, she leaned in and continued with light kisses on my tip. I melted under her touches, and it sent a cool chill down my spine. When my tip became wet and hot, I let out a low groan as she slowly took my length down her mouth.
Her lips slowly popped over the piercing under my penis; the light tugging made me hum. A low groan followed as the tight sensation of my tip sliding down her throat rolled over my body.
As soon as my low groan left my lips, she pulled her head back, just as slowly as when she started. The slow, tedious actions were repeated as she bobbed her head back and forth; she teased my tip with her throat every time, only making me want more.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and I felt a small wave of heat wash over me as I felt slightly frustrated that she wasn't gagging or moving quickly enough for me. I would have had my fingers in her hair by now, pushing her down forcing her plump lips to take all of me down her throat, but for some unknown reason, the slowly teasing movements felt so damn good.
My eyes were fixed on one of the wall lights; the fire was a dim yellow as it danced, feeding on its wooden wick. A heavy sigh left my lips when, out of nowhere, my tip slid down her throat. It hugged me tight and snug.
I looked down to see that her lips had replaced her hand. She was almost at my base when I felt the contractions of her throat as she gagged slightly. I watched as she pulled her head back and dropped my member.
Her cheeks were flushed as she sat there, drawing in deep breaths; her eyes were locked on me; and her chest was moving heavily. Once she seemed ready, she started at me again. This time, she bobbed her head back and forth quicker; she didn't try to take my full length again; instead, she bobbed back and forth, taking in as much as she could.
My head rolled back at the tight sensation growing over my groyne. She was making sloppy, wet sounds as she bobbed back and forth, and her pace quickened as my grip tightened in my hair. I allowed her to go at her own pace; it was killing me not to control her movements.
"That's my good girl; don't stop."
The words left my lips with a growl. She didn't follow my order; instead, she pulled away completely. My hands dropped as I looked down at her. She was looking up at me with drool on her chin and a wide smile on her pink lips.
"Remember to moan; this princess likes hearing her prince moan her name."
I ran my thumb over her swollen lower lip.
"Anything for you, my princess."
My hand ran over her cheek and into her hair; it was soft between my fingers as I played with the brown strands. I left my hand there as a form of comfort for myself. I never pushed her or guided her as she returned to her actions.
This time she pushed my pierced tip down her throat; she gagged and pulled back, then repeated the actions, mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth. I did as I promised; I let out groans and muffled moans, which led to her picking up speed and taking more of me down.
With a blank mind, my hips moved on their own, and my grip on her hair tightened. It was the feeling of her nails digging into my bare skin that pushed me to the edge.
"That's it, my princess."
My voice was a heavy whisper as I let out hitched moans. Her green eyes rolled up my body and were locked on me as she bobbed back and forth.
"Fuck, such a good little girl; take all of me down."
She did exactly that, pushing my length down my throat for a few seconds before pulling back to catch her breath.
"Princess, don't stop."
My words came out harsher as she continued, and I let out a whiney moan as my body tightened and suddenly released.
"Fuck."
She pulled me out of her mouth and used her hand to finish me off. The release washed over me, making my body go limp. Her hand was warm as it jerked over my length. I felt empty as my load twitched out of me. The sudden wet tongue over my tip made me groan again.
"Princess, I need you to get up and get ready."
I couldn't; I wasn't going to be able to go another round with her, not now.
"Such a mean man."
Her tongue lapped over my tip again.
"I'm enjoying my snack."
Her voice was riddled with a small laugh. I looked down at her with half a smile on my lips. My breath caught in my throat as her drool was replaced by a string of my release.
"I don't want to ruin your appetite for tonight's celebration."
She frowned up at me before pushing herself up. She leaned forward and used my shirt to wipe her lips.
"Fine, then, you can't eat until we get back to our room."
Her voice was soft and thick in my ears. I watched her carefully as she pulled the straps of her dress back over her shoulders. I felt sick at the sight of her fully clothed; once I pulled my pants back up, my hands darted for her hips.
I pulled her in close enough for me to whisper into her ear, and her hands were pulled in close to her body as she followed my main rule: she wasn't allowed to touch me unless I allowed it.
My tongue traced her earlobe before I nibbled on the soft part.
"I promise, princess, I won't devour my dessert until we are back in the room."
I couldn't help but touch and grope at her covered ass as a small giggle left her lips.
"Just make sure it's moist and ready for me."
I squeezed her cheeks and placed a light kiss on her neck before pulling away from her. Reluctantly, I released her and took a step back to run my eyes over her one last time.
"Good, the dress wasn't ruined; go and get your hair down and whatever else you need."
I needed her to leave the room; I just wanted her. I was like a love-struck teen who only wanted his partner and nothing else. She pulled at her skirt and dusted it.
"I hate dresses and make-up; I hate dressing up in general."
My chest tightened as I studied her further. The dim lighting around us did me no favours; the soft light seemed to highlight her pale features.
"Back home, women could choose to wear pants and a shirt to these events."
She was muttering to herself, complaining again about having to wear a dress.
"If you wore a shirt and pants to this event, I don't think the court would be truly impressed with you."
A smirk crossed over her lips as a devilish flash ran over her eyes.
"Screw the court and their royalty standards."
I closed the small gap between us, her head rolled back as she looked up at me, and a small smile crossed my lips. She truly was a breathtaking sight, with a mouth on her that was going to get me into trouble.
"Get ready and behave for the night, and I promise to make it up to you."
My lips curled into a smile as my thumb traced her lower lip. She was silent now, lost in her thoughts as she looked up at me. I wondered if she could hear the thoughts running through my mind.
"I promise you, Princess Aurora, that I will make you cum for every court leader you have to deal with."
Her lip was soft under my thumb, and there was a little pull under my thumb as she smiled up at me.
"For every leader?"
She repeated my promise, feeling lost in her eyes. I nodded in response, and she hummed with excitement.
"Deal, I'll go and get ready."
Her pink lips pushed up as she kissed the pad of my thumb. Before I could lean down and steal a kiss, she twirled around me and vanished through the archway. The room fell into an aching silence. I missed her presence.
As I stood there, my hand stung slightly as I was reminded that I was still holding my wedding band. I had squeezed it tight enough to mark my skin with red loops. The box it came in was still open, but it was empty now. She took hers and vanished.
Giving in to my new fate, I slid the golden band over my left ring finger. It was a perfect fit, just like my new bond.