BALAM
My hands were bound above my head by one of Zakhar's as he drilled into me. His cock grew ever so slightly inside me as we grunted in unison. Each clash of our bodies echoed off the walls of our bedroom.
I was being fucked like a rag doll, and it was glorious. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back to him each time he thrust forward. My fingers were on his ass, pulling him closer and feeling the muscles working underneath his skin.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me as he came closer to spilling over. He looked down at me, his hair damp with sweat. It had been hours of this. We couldn't get enough of one another.
"You're going to come for me again?" he asked as he drove deeper into me. His body shook as he slammed home, then released deep inside me, filling me with warmth. I closed my eyes and ground against him, using the wiry hair at the base of his thick cock to bring me over the edge. I screamed as he removed himself from me, his fingers rubbing up and down my body.
He rolled to his back when I was finished, and we lay silently in bed. The room itself had transformed under Zakhar's guidance. Paintings of his mother and father had been removed and placed in the throne room and were soon to be replaced by new portraits depicting the two of us. Our accommodation had also been enhanced, featuring a bed closer to one designed for humans, allowing us to sleep comfortably. Additionally, a desk had been thoughtfully included for my use, though it had yet to be used.
After sniffing the room, we decided to share a relaxing bath. Zakhar opened a window before we both left out of our sex den. We made the short trek to the grand bathroom, built with meticulous craftsmanship. The moment we stepped inside, the soothing ambiance enveloped us. The room was spacious and bathed in a soft, warm light accentuating the intricate tiles and marble design. It was an oasis of tranquility. The palace aids had drawn the bath, which was more like a pool. Steam from the surface and filled the room with the scent of lemons.
We shared a smile, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of something unsettling deep within. It was a gut feeling, an intuition that whispered to me, telling me that unforeseen circumstances might separate us. It was a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos we had recently experienced.
We submerged ourselves in the bath, the water's temperature perfect, soothing our bodies and souls. The scent of pine from the soap filled the air, adding to the moment's serenity. Our shoulders relaxed, and we leaned against each other, finding comfort in our closeness as we washed away the grime from our earlier activities. But the foreboding feeling persisted.
Zakhar noticed my concern and asked, "Is something bothering you, baby?"
I hesitated for a moment, the warmth of the bathwater providing a sharp contrast to the chill creeping up my spine. "I don't know, Zakhar," I confessed. "It's just this strange feeling as if something is about to disrupt our happiness."
Zakhar gently held my hand, his eyes filled with understanding and concern. "Balam, we've been through so much together and faced countless challenges. Whatever may come our way, we'll face it together, just as we always have."
His reassuring words eased my apprehension, but I couldn't shake the sadness away. I knew we wouldn't be able to stay tucked away forever. The world needed me; it needed us. It was as if the serenity of the bath and the sweetness of the moment couldn't fully erase the shadow of impending uncertainty, leaving me with a lingering sense of foreboding.
The weight of our newfound responsibilities had settled in, and Zakhar's thoughts had turned toward the long term.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with both determination and uncertainty. "Balam, I've been thinking about our future, about the kingdom. I don't want to be king forever. I'm scared that immortality might turn me into a dictator. We have lived long enough to see even those with the purist attention become corrupted."
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Balam: Virgo the Pure (Trials of the Zodiac Book 2)
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